In times of peace, humanity still could not predict when each upheaval would erupt.
In the chaotic, lawless wasteland, it was even harder to determine how the current situation would develop.
After Dilonghua Shelter took the lead, Harbor Shelter soon announced its unconditional "submission."
Less than six hours later.
Of the thirty-seven shelters in the South Suburbs, eight had decisively chosen to follow suit, opening their doors to Qinggang Shelter.
Dusk was approaching, and Qinggang New City was already bustling with activity.
At the gap opened beneath the Lightning Wall, soldiers from the Wanderer Legion, their bodies reeking of feces, marched in with their heads held high.
Seeing the many New City residents who had come out to welcome them, frowning and covering their noses,
they not only felt no embarrassment but puffed out their chests, trying to spread their body odor as far as possible.
What a joke. These residents, who had spent their entire lives inside shelters and never gone anywhere, were so naive. Did they really think those civilized methods could make the Mole People of the South Suburbs come out and surrender?
It was precisely through these seemingly "unbearably foul" methods that they had successfully and perfectly achieved their goal.
Their casualty rate had not even exceeded ten percent!
Even if Qinggang Shelter's regular army had been deployed, it would have been difficult to achieve that number.
Not to mention—
Edmund glanced at the guards of the Lightning Wall, who usually held themselves high above others but were now plastering smiles across their faces.
The Wanderer Legion's warriors felt increasingly satisfied.
Sometimes, after thinking it over carefully, giving up firearms—the weapons that made all people equal—wasn't so bad after all.
At least now, those idiots holding short cold weapons no longer put on that stinking Mole