This was Fang Zheng's first time seeing people from the Legion.
He had to admit that compared with the bandits and raiders of the wasteland, the Legion had far more distinct characteristics.
Unlike other bandits, who wore tattered "armor," these people, though their clothing was worn, all dressed in the style of Roman soldiers. They actually looked somewhat like a regular army. Of course, a group dressed as Roman soldiers spraying bullets from guns was still absurdly out of place.
At that moment, the town had already shut its gates and begun confronting them. The sheriff shouted for everyone else to take up their guns and fight, while the Legion's firepower was clearly fiercer. Fang Zheng observed for a while and found that this organization called the Legion really did have some skill. Unlike ordinary bandits, whose methods amounted to either stupidity or brute force, these people understood cooperation. Their equipment was also much more standardized than the usual bandit approach of using whatever they could get their hands on.
Because of that, the town clearly would not be able to hold out for long. Their resistance now looked more like a final death throe. In fact, Fang Zheng believed that once the town gates were breached, this settlement would be finished.
Still... he had not paid the rent yet.
"Your turn. Go bite them. Leave a few alive."
Fang Zheng patted the Deathclaw on the head and tilted his chin toward the Legion soldiers outside. The creature roared, then suddenly leaped up, clearing the towering wall and charging into the Legion soldiers surrounding the town.
The Legion soldiers clearly had not expected a powerful Deathclaw to emerge from such a small settlement. When that massive black figure vaulted over the wall and rushed at them, quite a few soldiers