I have a city in another world

Chapter 7048 Fierce Battle in the Outer City

The stench of the night wind, thick and sticky, carried gunpowder smoke and dust as it swept across the dilapidated streets of the outer city.

Gunshots, explosions, monster roars, and human screams mingled together, weaving together the most common yet most desperate symphony on the wasteland.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, a sound unlike any other firearm, spreading through the chaotic streets.

The mutated behemoth, as large as a small mountain and covered in a thick layer of keratin, was using its razor-sharp head to dismantle the house.

The shop owner, who was chosen by the authorities to be the street leader but hid inside the house at the crucial moment, was torn in two by the monster.

Blood and fragments of internal organs were scattered everywhere.

When the gunshot rang out, a huge hole suddenly exploded in the upper part of its chest cavity, at the vital point where its abnormally beating core was located.

It wasn't a simple penetration; rather, it was as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, with the foul-smelling flesh and pale bone fragments inside radiating outwards, even staining a nearby crumbling wall a strange purplish-brown.

"Awooo!"

The monster let out a shrill wail, its voice filled with pain and disbelief.

Its massive body lost all its strength and crashed to the ground like a piece of rotten wood that had been chopped down. Then it began to roll and struggle wildly on the ground.

Its thick tail swept across, sending the wreckage of an abandoned car flying, eliciting gasps and scrambling for cover.

The sudden turn of events initially stunned the crowd struggling in the neighborhood, but they then erupted in a frenzied cheer, as if they had survived a disaster.

"They took them down! Damn it, they took them down!"

A young man with a face covered in wounds, stained with black ash and bloodstains, roared excitedly, his voice hoarse with excitement.

Many residents standing behind rooftop bunkers looked toward the weapon shop on the street corner, where a burly man was holding a strange long gun.

The weapon in his hand, with its unique shape and cold metallic luster, attracted a series of burning gazes.

"Damn! Mr. Tang... what... what kind of amazing thing is this? It's fucking awesome!"

The speaker was the owner of the general store, who had just been nearly ripped open by the claws of a monster's servant and was now slumped behind cover, panting heavily.

Staring at the strange gun in Tang Zhen's hand, Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

In this perilous wasteland, a powerful weapon often means an extra chance of survival, making it impossible for them not to covet it.

The mutated monsters are thick-skinned and ferocious, but they are not mindless killing machines.

Conversely, the more powerful an individual is, the more cunning they tend to be, and the more adept they are at seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.

There are also some top-tier monster mothers who act as strategists. By devouring living beings, they not only strengthen their bodies but also continuously increase their intelligence, becoming more insidious and troublesome than many intelligent beings.

The weapon in Tang Zhen's hand could severely injure or even instantly kill a giant beast that conventional firepower could not handle, and its value was self-evident.

Tang Zhen's gaze was calm and indifferent as he scanned the dusty end of the street, where even more dark figures were lurking.

While deftly charging the weapon, he calmly replied, "This is a custom-made Ripper rifle, not suitable for everyone. Although it has a shock absorption system, it can still cause fractures and injuries the moment it fires."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Upon hearing this, the fervor on everyone's faces subsided, replaced by realization and admiration.

No one doubted Tang Zhen's words; power and cost are often proportional, and this is an ironclad rule of the wasteland.

However, this wave of warnings did not completely dispel their idea.

Many people were secretly planning that once this wave of attacks subsided, they would do everything they could to beg Boss Tang to let them give it a try.
What if... what if we can hold on?

If we can use it, we should try every means to get one for ourselves.

In this godforsaken world, having such a powerful weapon is like having several extra lives!
As everyone's thoughts were in turmoil, Tang Zhen raised his gun again, aimed, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Another dull, loud bang.

This time, the bullet hit the other monster mother precisely.

The monster's wails erupted instantly, sharp and desperate, piercing the sky and temporarily drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

"This infected entity! It's calling for its minions!"

An old soldier, his arm broken and hastily bandaged with tattered rags, still gripped his gun and shouted hoarsely.

As if to prove his words, dozens of monster servants of various shapes and sizes surged out of the ruins on both sides of the street like a tide.

They roared and rushed towards the fallen mother, piling up their relatively fragile bodies in layers to try to form a flesh and blood barrier to cover the mother's retreat.

"Fire! Stop them!"

Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs, pulling the trigger and firing repeatedly, trying to kill the monster's minions.

Gunfire erupted in the streets, bullets raining down like a deluge, striking the infected who were acting as human shields.

These puppets, driven by the will of the Mother, knew nothing of pain. As the front row fell, the back row immediately filled the gaps, piling up corpses to push the central mass of flesh toward the other end of the street.

"boom!"

Another gunshot rang out, like the sigh of death.

In the center of the cluster of infected individuals, it was as if a high-explosive bomb had been dropped, and bloody remains exploded and flew like fireworks.

The mother body, which was protected in the center, had its head, whose shape could still be barely discerned, completely disappear under this attack.

The powerful self-healing ability lost its support, and thick green blood and grayish-white brain tissue splattered everywhere.

With the mother's death, the mental link instantly severed. The remaining infected froze for a moment, emitting chaotic and meaningless wails, before scattering like headless flies.

They darted into the surrounding ruins and alleyways, disappearing without a trace.

Having lost the coercive control of their mothers, they regained their predatory instincts and became more cautious and dangerous.

"We won! We've held on for now!"

Cheers erupted again from the crowd, but this cheer was filled with more exhaustion than joy.

The brief victory acted as a shot in the arm, boosting morale, but everyone knew that this long and brutal battle was far from over.

More mutated monsters are pouring in through the breaches in the outer city, and gunshots and explosions are echoing throughout the city.

Before they could catch their breath, the ground shook violently again, and two more scythe-like monsters, even faster, charged toward their location along the main road.

This is the monster's hunting instinct; wherever life energy is concentrated, they will swarm there like sharks that have smelled blood.

Choosing to scatter and hide will only lead to a faster death, as monsters and their minions will hunt you down one by one.

When they get together, their goal is clear, and at least they can look out for each other and support each other for longer.

As the situation grew increasingly critical and ammunition dwindled, the roar of engines could be heard overhead.

Aircraft painted with the inner city's insignia flew over the outer city one after another, dropping packed boxes onto the ground positions.

"It's an airdrop! An airdrop from the inner city!" A young resident shouted excitedly, pointing to the sky, his face lighting up with hope.

"Pah!" The old soldier who had just lost an arm, known as "Old Smoker," spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

While loading bullets onto his old-fashioned rifle, he cursed under his breath, "Those damn inner-city bastards, they've finally decided to let something slip through their fingers! They must be worried that the outside is about to collapse and they're afraid the monsters will really break into the inner city!"

His sarcastic remarks resonated with those around him, yet no one would refuse such a generous gift.

They rushed to the landing point, pried open the supply crates, and took out the items inside.

"Ah, it's an 'Anvil' rifle..."

A thin man picked up a rifle, weighed it in his hand, and spoke with a complicated tone.

The "Anvil" series of firearms produced by the inner city's military factory were "notorious" for their poor reliability, mediocre accuracy, and terrible ergonomics. Even the inner city's garrison was reluctant to use them.

When choosing weapons, the survivors tend to prefer other brand manufacturers or purchase high-quality items from craftsmen like Tang Zhen.

However, at this moment, with ammunition and supplies exhausted, these airdropped equipment are indeed a lifeline.

"It'll do, it's better than a fire poker."

After receiving weapon supplies, the gunfire outside the city became more intense and persistent, and the crumbling defense line seemed to have stabilized temporarily.

……

Inside the inner city mountain, the military command center.

On the smooth, mirror-like circular wall, a panoramic battle scene of the outer city is projected, with the red dots representing the enemies still densely packed.

The blue area representing our side is flashing incessantly, constantly being swallowed up and disappearing.

A middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform, his hair neatly combed, stood on the observation deck of the mountaintop tower, holding a wine glass, silently looking down at the outer city shrouded in smoke and flames.

The distant flashes of the explosion were reflected in his unmoving pupils.

"It seems that sending out this batch of supplies has had some effect."

He took a sip of his drink, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the weather, "These lowly people are more resilient than I expected."

A follower behind him immediately bowed and replied, "Yes, the airdropped supplies effectively slowed down the monsters' advance, giving us more time to adjust our inner city defenses. The casualties among the outer city residents... were within expectations."

The man in military uniform nodded slightly: "Don't be stingy when it comes to providing supplies. Under no circumstances should the enemy be allowed into the inner city area!"

"clear."

While the two were talking, another incident occurred in the outer city.

Suddenly, a dense and sharp buzzing sound came from the night sky outside the window, unlike the heavy sound of the transport planes in the inner city.

"It's an enemy aircraft, rapidly approaching the gathering area!"

On the watchtower, the sentry's voice was filled with terror.

Under the pitch-black night sky, a large number of small aircraft, flashing with eerie blue tail flames, broke through the sparse and jammed anti-aircraft fire network of the outer city like a swarm of bees, and rushed towards the inner city at high speed.

Apart from a dozen or so unlucky ones who were hit by close-in weapon systems and exploded into dazzling fireballs in mid-air, the vast majority of the rest successfully crossed the defense line.

Upon entering the outer city airspace, the aircraft quickly launched an attack.

Like predatory vultures, they swooped down and fired bombs and projectiles at the streets and fortifications below.

Phew—boom!

Violent explosions rang out one after another, bursts of fire rose from the streets, and various fragments and severed limbs were thrown into the air.

"Ah! My legs!"

"Help! Help me..."

"Mommy mommy……"

Painful cries, desperate calls for help, and dying groans instantly became the main theme of the battlefield.

The people on the ground were filled with anger, and they all raised their guns and fired into the sky, a dense rain of bullets splashing haphazardly across the night sky.

Hitting a high-speed, maneuvering aircraft with ordinary firearms is no easy task.

Occasionally, stray bullets would hit the machine, but they rarely caused fatal damage. Instead, they provoked even more ferocious retaliatory fire.

"Don't panic! Maintain formation! Watch out for ground monsters!"

Some people tried desperately to maintain order, but under the dual attack from the air and the ground, the will of the defense line, which was originally composed of civilians and stragglers, was collapsing at a visible speed.

Some people began to flee backwards, triggering a chain reaction.

When they realized that the situation in the outer city was about to get completely out of control and might even impact the inner city's defenses, the inner city's guards finally stopped holding back.

Blinding beams of searchlight shot out from the high inner city walls, locking onto the raging aircraft overhead. Immediately afterwards, the rapid-fire cannons and close-in weapon systems deployed on the walls unleashed a muffled, terrifying roar!

“Boom boom boom boom—!”

"Zi-boom!"

Deadly streaks of fire, accompanied by scorching beams of light, precisely swept into the air, weaving a web of death.

Aircraft were continuously being destroyed in mid-air, turning into dazzling but short-lived fireworks. The burning debris, trailing black smoke, fell down to the outer city area below, triggering new explosions and fires.

Some pilots ejected successfully before crashing, their parachutes opening in the night sky and drifting to various corners of the outer city.

"There it is! Kill that bastard!"

A young man, who had just witnessed his comrade being torn apart by a bomb, pointed with red eyes at an enemy pilot who had just landed not far away and frantically pulled the trigger.

A dozen guns opened fire at the same time, and the pilot didn't even have a chance to cut the parachute lines before he was riddled with bullets.

The street where Tang Zhen lives is also under tremendous pressure.

Monster afterimages flickered among the ruins on the ground, trying to break through the barrage of fire, while aircraft occasionally swooped down to drop bombs or strafed with machine guns.

Whenever a monster tries to get close, or a flying vehicle appears in the field of vision, the signature dull gunshot will always ring out at the right time.

"boom!"

A scythe-like monster, covered in red armor and having just peeked halfway out of the alley, had its head, with its enormous compound eyes, blasted apart by a single shot.

"boom!"

An aircraft attempting to fly low over the street was also hit by a shot and staggered towards nearby houses.

Every shot rang out was inevitably accompanied by the elimination of a threat.

By this point, even the most obtuse person would realize that this usually reclusive equipment shop owner was a truly formidable hidden master.

The monsters, who possessed a certain level of intelligence, and the enemy pilots also seemed to have noticed the anomaly in this area.

During their operation, the enemy intentionally or unintentionally avoided this area and instead attacked other weakly defended sections.