This was Qin Shi's first time seeing a Fortress City. Unlike the orderly layout of the Metropolitan Area, it looked more like a vast defensive stronghold.
Three layers of towering, thick walls formed its inner and outer defenses. Even artillery fire couldn't break through them.
Densely packed high points made it look like a beehive. All kinds of modern weapons were mounted on its surface, with gun barrels protruding from dark embrasures, ready to spit tongues of flame.
It was easy to imagine how, once someone was identified as a hostile target, their flesh and blood would be shredded to pieces in an instant by a storm of bullets.
Even Professional Level experts were no exception.
Through the car window, Qin Shi saw a busy, tense scene.
Patrolling sentries, convoys transporting supplies, heavy trucks returning with full loads...
The atmosphere and appearance of the Fortress City were entirely different from those of the Metropolitan Area.
There were no rows of towering skyscrapers here. As far as the eye could see, there were only factories.
Workshops operated in shifts around the clock, producing an endless supply of parts and essential equipment for the war. Like the network of blood vessels in a human body, they delivered energy to every organ.
"White Poplar."
Qin Shi silently repeated the Fortress City's code name. In the rearview mirror, he watched the radioactive clouds rapidly recede.
On the boundless, open plains, this cold, solemn city stood guard alone, like a Dongxia Warrior with a ramrod-straight back, keeping watch over the "borderlands" through the night.
An area of nearly a thousand kilometers all around relied on White Poplar Fortress City, along with the surrounding villages and settlements, to form a defensive cordon against the expansion of the Servant Creatures' territory.
Just like a white poplar tree