With a thunderous crash, under the pull of over a thousand soldiers, dozens of armored vehicles, and steel cables, a hundred-meter stretch of the northern wall of Elephant Mountain City—already demolished until only half a wall remained—collapsed all at once, throwing up clouds of dust. Before the dust had even settled, more than ten thousand soldiers and several hundred trucks rolled in. Countless people sprang into action, hauling away the massive fallen bricks and chunks of poured concrete and carting them to the distant moat, directly filling in one section of it.
Before this "construction waste" was brought over, the iron gates of several northern gates of Elephant Mountain City had already been dismantled and tossed into the moat, buried beneath tens of millions of tons of rubble. Many stretches of the city moat had been cut off from their flow, reduced to little ditches, while the entire Elephant Mountain City resembled a colossal demolition site—the gates dismantled, the walls torn down, and the steam-defense equipment inside the walls badly wrecked beyond repair.
The ones doing all this were the million-strong army assembled within Elephant Mountain City...
"Come on, there's another large open well here. Tear down the wall of that house over there, and have the engineering battalion haul over another two trucks of cement. We're filling this well in for good. Damn it, even if we're leaving, we won't leave so much as a hair for those Devil Race lackeys..."
Having just turned onto a street, Zhang Tie saw a Great Xia officer in a captain's uniform beneath a large tree by the roadside. With his collar pulled open and one polished shoe planted atop the carved stone rim of an open well four or five meters across, he was directing several hundred Great Xia soldiers behind