Mobile City Farming Guide

Chapter 107 A Day in the Life of a Young Butler (4K)
At the border between the Wilderness Zone and the Eternal Night Zone, the human resistance positions are located.

George stood nervously on the city deck, gun in hand, gazing into the distance.

As far as the eye could see, there was an intense darkness that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

The Eternal Night District, the home of that terrifying monster civilization.

As he watched, Qiao Zhi became nervous, and a few drops of sweat slid down his cheeks.

He is 21 years old and comes from the Wilderness District.

The wilderness area is extremely vast and has a large amount of pristine natural scenery.

Lush grasslands, deep forests, rolling hills, and meandering rivers.

In the wild, there are even herds of deer, rabbits, foxes, and other creatures.

George comes from a survivor town in the southern part of the Wilderness.

The town had a population of about five hundred and was equipped with a convoy, heavy machine guns, artillery, and several lines of defense. It was also next to a small lake, so its facilities were quite good.

Even so, George and his parents still felt insecure.

Although the town had stood in the wilderness for several years and had not suffered much from monster infestation.

“No matter how fortified this town is, no matter how powerful its firepower is, it is still just an inanimate object,” his father told him. “In the wasteland, only movement can ensure survival.”

The best home is a mobile city that combines survival, migration, and combat.

George's parents had been looking for an opportunity.

There are quite a few mobile cities in the wilderness area. Over the years, these mobile cities have passed through towns and recruited people.

But George's parents made a very careful choice.

The standard of living varies in different mobile cities.

Some were sent to serve as slaves, others were provided with very poor food and water, and still others were poorly equipped with weapons or even lacked a convoy.
After several twists and turns, the family was fortunate enough to join the Apocalypse Church.

According to the Apocalypse Church's arrangements, George's parents were assigned to live in a Level 1 mobile city for missionary work. George, on the other hand, was assigned to a Level 2 mobile city to serve as a combat deacon.

After more than a year of training, George passed the test.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad, because he had just passed the test and now he had to join the resistance to fight against the horde of zombies that were coming like a tidal wave.

George quickly shook his head, sorted out his thoughts, and looked around the battlefield.

Under the arrangement of High Bishop Hiss, the construction progress of the northern human base has reached 70%.

In addition to the 13 mobile cities under the Apocalypse Church, 18 more mobile cities have joined the array.

These mobile cities come from the Nightless Zone and the Wilderness Zone. Some of them are also Level 1 mobile cities.

George's mobile city is called "Holy Sword K32", which is a level 2 assault mobile city.

He was actually quite curious about the naming conventions of the Apocalypse Cult's mobile cities.

A middle-aged deacon told him that the Apocalypse Church's mobile cities were usually named using a sequence of swords, firearms, and English letters and numbers.

However, there are two exceptions.

The first are the mobile cities that serve as flagship commanders; these are usually named after the word "Saint".

The second category consists of mobile cities that preach in various regions, and their names are usually more elegant and pleasant to hear.

At this very moment, the 31 mobile cities are taking their positions as instructed by Bishop Heath.

Defensive mobile cities are positioned at the forefront of the battle.

The assault-type mobile city is responsible for moving and eliminating the enemy.

Fire support mobile cities are located in rear city bunkers, providing large-scale firepower bombardment.

What attracted George's attention most were the two Level 2 engineer-type mobile cities.

They are named "Holy Machine N19" and "Holy Machine Y81".

They were responsible for building the human side's positions.

At the forefront of the position, the Sacred Machine N19 activated its crane, equipped with a shovel, and began digging into the ground. Meanwhile, its robotic arm was filling the ground with level 2 urban mines.

As a Tier 2 engineer-type mobile city, it works extremely fast, being deployed in rows and rows.

To facilitate triggering, urban landmines were designed for remote detonation.

Not only urban landmines, but also many other ruthless mines were laid by the Holy Machine N19.

The front line of the position was covered with a steel thorn belt of various sizes.

Half-buried underground, these rotating saw-toothed steel cones will burst forth once triggered, shredding the charging horde of zombies into mincemeat.

Multiple fire channels filled with solidified gasoline and controlled by an automatic ignition device.

A meat grinder-like hydraulic roadblock covered with high-speed rotating alloy serrations and equipped with steel gates.

And the "Sky Destroyer" fuel-air explosives, which are deployed at the front lines and can be remotely activated.

Once the front lines are lost, these deadly weapons will be remotely activated, and the resulting overpressure shockwave and 3000-degree high temperature will purify the entire area.

George was speechless as he looked at the arrangement.

For the zombie horde to cross the front lines, it would be harder than climbing mountains of knives or wading through seas of fire!
He didn't even dare to look at these defensive deployments too much, because if someone accidentally stepped on them, they would probably suffer a fate worse than death.

Coming to his senses, he turned to look at another engineer-type mobile city.

The Holy Machine Y81 moved back and forth in the rear area of ​​the position, building level 2 defensive fortresses one by one.

In addition to its own robust defenses, the fortress will also be equipped with powerful weapons such as level 2 heavy machine guns and level 2 flamethrowers.

To prevent zombies from crawling in, the firing ports were even designed to be very small, making it inconvenient to turn the gun barrels around.

Although the fortress was incredibly sturdy and heavily armed, very few people were willing to go there.

The reason is simple: when the zombie horde arrives, the fortress is likely to be submerged.

In addition to the defensive fortress, the Holy Machine Y81 also deployed the following defensive structures.

High-pressure pumps for strong acid smog, remotely triggered, are deployed throughout the central and rear areas.

A honeycomb-like three-dimensional firepower network consisting of numerous shotgun emplacements equipped with slugs and incendiary shells.

It is over a thousand meters long and forms an S-shaped passage on the position, a flame corridor filled with high-pressure flame nozzles.

A mechanical cutting net composed of high-speed rotating alloy sawtooth piles, capable of shredding charging hordes of corpses into mincemeat.

In addition to the terrifying defensive deployments on the front lines, the Apocalypse Cult's mobile city also possesses considerable firepower.

Tier 2 artillery, Tier 2 heavy machine gun, Tier 2 convoy.
Even the firearms, grenades, melee weapons, and body armor provided to the combat personnel are all level 2.

As George watched these scenes unfold, his brows relaxed.

"With this setup, we can definitely hold the line!"

Just then, he heard a "snap" sound beside him.

George turned his head and saw a middle-aged combat deacon lighting a cigarette.

After regaining his senses, he immediately reached out to grab the other person.

"No smoking! Put it out right now!"

The Apocalypse Church has very strict doctrines, which severely restrict both believers and residents.

Alcohol and smoking are prohibited, as is a disorderly private life.

Upon joining the Church of Apocalypse, George and his family underwent rigorous religious training.

After dodging George's lunging hand, the middle-aged deacon slowly inhaled and exhaled a smoke ring with a sense of satisfaction. "Young man, let me finish this last cigarette in peace," he said. "I'm going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I break any rules or not."

George was stunned.

"You mean we can't hold out?"

"Tsk, looks like a newbie just starting out." The middle-aged deacon shook his head. "It seems you're unaware of the combat capabilities of a Level 2 monster civilization, especially special monsters like zombies."

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Under George's gaze, the middle-aged deacon took a deep drag on his cigarette, stubbed out the half-burnt ash, tossed it onto the deck, and stomped on it forcefully.

He gazed at the thick, impenetrable darkness of the Eternal Night District, his eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

"I have to say we're really unlucky; we've been sent here to fight."

Before George could react, the middle-aged deacon took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and lit another one.

Upon seeing the figure approaching from not far away, George's expression immediately changed, and he quickly whispered something.

"Hurry up and kill them! If you're discovered, you're finished!"

The one approaching was a discipline officer.

In the mobile cities of the Apocalypse Church, the Discipline Deacons are often the people who dare not provoke them.

Their primary duties are to discover and suppress heresies within the Apocalypse Church, maintain the absolute rule of the Apocalypse Church, maintain order in the mobile cities, and strictly execute those who violate the church's rules.

To George's surprise, the disciplinary deacon remained unmoved upon seeing the middle-aged deacon's cigarette.

"At this point, go ahead and smoke if you want." He shrugged. "If you survive, remember to volunteer for a week of solitary confinement."

He then took the cigarette offered by the other man, lit it with his own light, and turned to George, saying...

"Don't worry, if I survive, I'll also go and get a week of confinement."

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George was about to speak when he noticed a noise coming from afar.

He turned his head and saw that the darkness of the Eternal Night District was trembling.

At first he was a little confused, but he soon found out the answer.

It wasn't an explosion, nor was it a moving city; it was the thud of thousands of rotting feet hitting the ground.

Countless zombies burst forth from the darkness and surged toward the position!
"The zombie horde is coming! Everyone, get into position and prepare for battle!" The lookout's shout came from the watchtower.

The two deacons who were smoking quickly realized what was happening and immediately gathered at the designated location.

George stood still, a few drops of sweat sliding down his face.

This zombie horde is on the order of a million!
This enormous black tide of living dead surged forth!

The first thing to stop them was the steel thorn belt at the forefront of the position.

Upon impact, the zombies' rotting bodies exploded one after another like ripe fruit.

Shattered flesh and bones were splattered in a fan shape, creating a buffer zone of flesh and blood several meters wide in front of the defensive line.

These steel thorns were indeed incredibly lethal, but as more and more zombies charged in, they were buried and turned into a small mound.

With the steel thorn belt failing, the next line of defense on the front lines is activated.

That was clearly a rotating sawtooth steel cone half-buried in the ground.

They were operating at high speed, shredding the charging zombies into pieces. But soon they stopped operating because too much flesh and bone fragments got stuck in the gears.

Next came urban landmines, multiple layers of fire ditches, and hydraulic barriers resembling meat grinders.
These defensive deployments were incredibly powerful, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number of zombies!
In less than five minutes, the forward positions were breached.

Just then, the cities providing fire support from the rear opened fire all at once.

Two or three hundred cannons simultaneously spewed out thick tongues of fire, and the recoil caused them to slide backward half a meter.

A large number of shells drew dark red parabolas in the air.

The horde of zombies was immediately engulfed in a series of explosions, even creating mud fountains.

In addition to regular shells, the Apocalypse Church also specially provided fragmentation shells.

The shells here were filled with a large number of iron nails and iron fragments, making them comparable to shotgun shells with a hundred times the power when they exploded.

These types of shells are not very powerful when bombarding the armored structures of mobile cities, but they are extremely efficient, even somewhat cruel, against humans and monsters.

As fragmentation shells landed and exploded, zombies within a radius of tens of meters were instantly blasted into sieves.

Meanwhile, other mobile cities were also firing wildly.

Under the intense barrage of fire, the speed at which the zombie horde advanced slowed down.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, another group of enemies emerged from the darkness of the Eternal Night District.

Those were six Level 2 zombie mobile cities and ten Level 1 zombie mobile cities.

Assault, fire support, and defensive types all have the same configuration as the human side.

Assault and defensive zombie cities charge forward, while fire support zombie cities aim and fire.

These cities have as many artillery pieces as the human side.

Surprisingly, the most numerous artillery pieces on their decks were large-caliber guns.

The cannons were already loaded with a large number of writhing and howling zombies.

The zombie gunners roared and shoved their hands into the flesh sockets.

As the artillery opened fire, a rain of undead rained down on the human positions.

George watched helplessly as hundreds of zombies fell onto the deck where he was.

More than half of the zombies were already dead, and the remaining surviving zombies wriggled to their feet after landing on the deck and launched an attack on the nearby humans.

Before George could react, gunshots rang out nearby.

A zombie that lunged at him was shot down.

He turned his head and saw that it was the middle-aged deacon he had spoken to before.

"You little brat! If you don't want to die, hurry up and shoot!" he yelled.

As large numbers of zombies moved from the city and flooded the front lines, the "Sky Destroyer" fuel-air explosives buried underground were detonated.

The entire forward position shook violently as the overpressure shockwave and intense heat from the explosion swept outwards.

The zombie horde was instantly evaporated, and the zombie-infested cities turned into burning fireballs.

George clung tightly to the nearby railing, battling the onslaught of wind, barely able to open his eyes.

"What astonishing power!" he exclaimed. "Surely we can hold out this time."

The middle-aged deacon lit a cigarette in the strong wind and spoke calmly.

"It's not over yet."

This round of explosions was extremely effective, annihilating a large number of hordes of zombies and the mobile zombie city.

But a few minutes later, a new wave of zombies attacked.

This time, 12 Level 2 zombie mobile cities have arrived.

They scattered, wading through the front-line defenses breached by the corpse horde's flesh and blood, and broke into the human forces' positions.

(End of this chapter)