When the besieging forces outside the Warning Wall, who had been drawing attention, learned that the vagrant group inside was unable to withstand them and had chosen to surrender, more than half an hour had already passed.
The lone vagrants who fled back in panic vividly described the enemies hidden within the mist.
Some called them Mist Ghosts, because from beginning to end, they had never clearly seen where those creatures came from or where they launched their attacks. They had only heard the sound of gunfire and artillery before the battle abruptly ended.
Others called them Cold-Blooded Devils, because their blanket fire was ferocious beyond belief. The moment they appeared, they showed not the slightest mercy. Almost every burst was aimed at the densest clusters of people, utterly violating humanitarian principles.
Regardless, it was an undeniable fact that a force of over a thousand people had collapsed in an extremely short time.
Sitting inside the enormous Command Room, all the deputy commanders stared at one another, completely unable to understand how this apparently weakest shelter had managed to repel the attack before every other shelter.
Even more unbelievable was that they had not obtained a single piece of useful intelligence.
Most of the vagrants who escaped had been stationed on the outskirts to relay information. The moment they saw that an ambush had occurred, they had turned and run. All they could say was that the enemy's firepower was fierce.
What did that mean? Glancing sideways at Pingtan Shelter, which had gradually gained the upper hand on the Frontal Battlefield, even Edmund had to admit it.
Qinggang City's western suburbs looked the weakest, but in reality, they were the hardest place in the entire city to conquer.
The force formed by the vagrants was best at fighting in urban