Mobile City Farming Guide

Chapter 217 Battle of the Yangtze River Gorges: Flooding the Continent! (5.8K Long Chapter)

In the central part of Nanliu Prefecture, at the A5 pass of the Great Wall, lies the Holy Edict, the flagship city of the Apocalypse Church.

Inside the cathedral, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, 55-year-old Conrad slowly walked toward the communications room.

During this time, a young combat deacon's eyes flickered, and he spoke softly.

"Shall we begin, Lord Conrad?"

Conrad turned around and nodded slightly to the young man in front of him.

“Yes,” he said in a deep voice. “Be prepared, young man.”

In the battle for control of the Southern Liuzhou region, the three major human organizations each dispatched a commander.

The Church of Apocalypse sent Archbishop Conrad.

The Titan Throne dispatched General Albert, a T4-level general.

The Iron Oath Brotherhood sent their elite elder, Morton.

Upon entering the communications room, Conrad turned on the communications device.

Morton and Albert's faces quickly appeared on the screen.

The three looked at each other and slowly nodded.

“I hope we can work together this time,” Conrad said, “to completely destroy the enemy’s continental fortifications.”

The current situation of the Great Wall is not optimistic.

After the giants expanded the wall, more than half of the passes had fallen, and a large portion of the wall had been destroyed.

Restoring it to its previous condition is simply impossible in the short term.

Currently, five defensive passes remain on the Great Wall.

分别是A3、A5、A6、A9、A13。

Human forces have already assembled at these five checkpoints.

As soon as the three commanders give the order, they will march in a grand procession towards the canyon area.

A6 is the forward position of the defensive checkpoint, and the Holy Sword B41 is a level 1 mobile city of the Apocalypse Church.

On the deck, George and Ferrer lit a cigarette together.

Feller is the name of the middle-aged deacon.

Yes, they met again.

After the war in the Western Wasteland, George was promoted, rising from a low-ranking combat steward to a high-ranking combat steward.

Having survived, he wrote enthusiastically to his parents, but their reply was full of worry.

After his promotion, George was supposed to pay off the debts he incurred from smoking.

But whether it was a stroke of luck or misfortune, he was conscripted again as the humans were about to attack the canyon area.

The troops from the Western Wilderness quickly reached the Great Wall by traveling on mobile islands.

After taking a drag of his cigarette, George glanced at Holy Sword B41.

With the investment of resources from the Apocalypse Cult, this level 1 city has completed its level 3 combat configuration.

On the battlefield, it will unleash astonishing combat power.

“This war will probably be very intense,” Feller said.

"Is that so?" George was taken aback.

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Mr. Feller, what exactly is a Level 3 monster civilization like?"

Feller thought about it carefully and then gave his answer.

"Extremely powerful, extremely terrifying."

As he spoke, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"We'll see soon enough."

After the exchange, the two looked at each other, a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Given this situation of war, what should they do?

Then, the two of them simultaneously exhaled a smoke ring.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the deck.

George was not as flustered as before when a disciplinary officer walked past him.

He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and gestured with his chin towards the other person like a seasoned smoker.

"Would you like one, sir?"

The other party did not fly into a rage; instead, they politely refused.

"no thank you."

As he spoke, he walked straight up to George and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Try to live on, young man."

After the disciplinarian left, George and Ferrer couldn't help but exchange a glance.

"It feels like I've led you astray," Feller sighed.

A few minutes later, the troops officially set off for the canyon area.

As the central area of ​​southern Nanliuzhou, the canyon area is very large and is very close to the Great Wall.

A few hours later, George spotted the canyon area.

The terrain of this level 3 area is extremely complex and varied, making it a veritable three-dimensional maze.

The main canyon splits into countless branches, some with fissures up to 100 meters wide, while others are so narrow that only one person can pass through sideways.

The terrain is incredibly steep; one moment you're walking on flat sandstone plateaus, the next you could face a drop of hundreds of meters. The seemingly flat riverbed is actually covered with a large amount of shifting sand.

The rivers flowing through the canyon are not water, but a ferocious, liquid beast imprisoned within the towering mountains and cliffs. Like raging dragons of the earth, they surge and surge through the canyons.

Some rivers form underground streams with numerous whirlpools, while others burst forth from gaps in cliffs hundreds of meters high, transforming into a series of suspended waterfalls. Still others are drastically compressed in narrow passages less than ten meters wide, forming super-flowing currents with speeds reaching tens of meters per second.

"Are we really going to fight in such a complicated environment?" George wondered silently.

This time, the human side only deployed a level 1 mobile city with a level 3 configuration.

Only level 1 mobile cities can travel in the canyon area; level 2 and 3 cities cannot.

As for the land, sea and air combat forces.

Fighter jets, reconnaissance planes, bombers, and helicopters in the air force can roam freely in the air.

The naval forces can only deploy Tier 3 speedboats, Tier 3 mini-submarines, and Tier 3 amphibious light assault tanks.

The Marines were completely ill-suited for this operation—because the terrain in the canyon area was extremely complex.

A few hours later, George spotted the target of the battle—the Tidal Dam.

This super dam is like a giant sluice gate hammered into the earth's crust by a god, cutting off the collapsing Nujiang River and creating two completely different worlds upstream and downstream—downstream is a fertile and rich region controlled by a monster civilization, while upstream is a man-made inland sea stretching for thousands of kilometers.

As a continental-level fortification of the monster faction, the Jingtao Dam is not only the pinnacle of water conservancy engineering, but also more like an all-round defensive war fortress.

Through the telescope handed to him by Feller, George could clearly see the weapons deployed on the Turbulent Dam.

Hundreds of close-in weapon systems are mounted on the surface of the dam.

Vertical missile launch silos.

Twin-mounted automatic fortress turret.

Countless Tier 3 artillery pieces and Tier 3 machine guns.

At this moment, George's unit was only a few kilometers away from the Turbulent Dam, but this was an insurmountable distance because the monsters had deployed countless troops there.

He was about to say something when the battle began.

On the distant horizon, scattered points of light began to twinkle, like stars just beginning to awaken.

But in an instant, the hazy morning sky was illuminated by the boiling flames.

Hundreds of missiles were launched simultaneously, their blazing white jets leaving spiderweb-like trails in the sky, as if a god were using flames as a brush to freely paint on the canvas of the heavens.

The missile swarm was the first to break through the clouds, and the blue-green halos emitted by the solid-fuel engines spread across the high sky, forming an eerie aurora.

This is a swarm of missiles launched by humans, targeting the Jingtao Dam.

Meanwhile, the water tower also activated its missile interception system.

Countless interceptor missiles roared into the sky from the system's launch silos, their solid-fuel engines spewing out blinding bluish-white tail flames. The missiles trembled violently during their supersonic sprint, compressing the air into cone-shaped shock waves that left long Mach rings in their wake.

They collided with the missile, exploding into countless orange-red fireballs in the sky.

The fragments of the missile, completely intercepted and destroyed, fell to the ground like a rain of burning metal.

George had just breathed a sigh of relief when the distant horizon began to tremble again.

At first, it was just a faint buzzing sound, like countless hummingbirds flapping their wings.

Then, the sounds gradually coalesced into a continuous rumble of thunder.

A large patch of light suddenly appeared.

Upon closer inspection, it was an attack cluster consisting of hundreds of fighter jets deployed by the monsters.

Leading the charge were fighter jets, cruising in classic fingertip formation, their slender fuselages reflecting the morning light, their engines emitting pale blue exhaust plumes.

At the center of the formation was a group of bombers, these aerial behemoths spreading their broad delta wings, their twin tails trembling slightly in the airflow. Inside the cockpits, the monstrous pilots were skillfully and expertly operating the aircraft.

In higher airspace, dozens of electronic warfare aircraft were patrolling in swept-wing configuration.

At the same time, the human forces appeared from another location and engaged the enemy aircraft.

The two sides then engaged in a fierce air battle.

As George watched the dogfighting fighter jets, he gradually became uneasy.

A force came from his neck, and Ferrer gripped his collar tightly again.

"Don't panic at the start, kid! Trust our comrades, they will win the skies!" he urged. "Now we need to focus on our own battlefield!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the distant horizon.

"Look! The enemy is coming!"

George turned his head to look.

A faint rumble came from the distant horizon.

Countless monster-infested mobile cities set off. The human mobile cities, as attackers, launched a barrage of smoke bombs to cover their advance.

But the monsters already had a countermeasure.

Several mechanical devices were slowly raised from the platform of the dam.

This is the "Mist-Dispelling Machine," a giant fog-dispelling device composed of bronze gears, black iron fan blades, and a steam core.

Each of the Storm-Suppressing Machines is hundreds of meters tall, with fan blades made of high-quality steel, shaped like a giant eagle spreading its wings.

As the steam valve opens, the gears mesh, and the fan blades slowly rotate.

At first it sounded like an old ox panting, then it accelerated into a thunderous roar.

The steam core roared, and high-pressure airflow gushed from the bronze pipes, propelling the giant fan blades to spin faster.

The thick fog that had enveloped the battlefield dissipated.

Without the obstruction of dense fog, the intensity of the battle on the river became extremely high.

With a deafening roar, the Holy Sword B41, carrying George and Feller, hurtled forward.

What it faced was a mobile city of ghouls.

Upon first seeing this monstrous mobile city, George couldn't help but have this thought pop into his head.

"This is probably a mobile city driven by industrial waste, rotting flesh and blood and some bad magic."

The outer armor of the ghoul mobile city is made of compacted bone and flesh, scrap iron plates and riveted bone plates, and its surface is covered with blood-soaked rivets and rusted steam vents.

It has no hull or propeller; it moves nimbly across the river using only six auxiliary legs made of rotting flesh and scrap metal.

The towering cast-iron chimneys no longer spewed out black smoke, but rather a strange yellowish-green steam.

The city's deck was made of crushed bones and scrap metal, with steam pipes spreading haphazardly through it, occasionally spewing out bloody mist.

As for the ghouls on the deck, they were made of metal, bones, and flesh.

"Are all the monsters and mobile cities in this Level 3 civilization this bizarre?" George couldn't help but mutter to himself.

More than that, the ghoul mobile city gave George a strange sense of familiarity, like when facing a zombie civilization.

What he didn't know was...
Many years ago, the Wasteland God, the Skeleton Lord, chose the Ghoul Civilization and bestowed upon it Flesh and Blood Technology.

However, the latter performed poorly and was eventually abandoned by the Skeleton Master.

The abandoned ghoul civilization gradually decayed in the days that followed.

Whether it's the entire monster civilization, the mobile cities, or the ghouls.

The two sides then began maneuvering and evading each other on the river battlefield, moving their cities around each other and exchanging fire.

Like the zombie civilization, the ghouls' artillery is also a twisted fusion of living beings and machines.

Its cannon barrel was pieced together from a pale spine, with the inner wall covered by a corrosive mucus. Each shell was a compressed ball of flesh and blood, filled with plague gas or corrosive acid.

The ghoul gunner's right arm was modified into a hydraulic ramrod, which could directly push ammunition into the gun barrel.

After a fierce firefight, Holy Sword B41 finally destroyed the ghoul city.

George also played a key role during this period.

He was in charge of operating the level 3 machine gun on the deck, relentlessly firing at the enemy's moving city.

After destroying the enemy, Holy Sword B41 resumed its high-speed movement.

The battlefield was now in complete chaos, with mobile cities crisscrossing the river and engaging in combat, and various watercraft firing a barrage of deadly bullets.

Everyone is moving, everyone is firing.

Soon, Holy Sword B41 encountered another level 1 monster mobile city.

After seeing what the other person looked like, George was stunned once again.

The city's armor was made of thick stone, its surface covered with writhing stone veins that occasionally oozed a viscous petrified fluid.

Its chassis also lacks tires and tracks entirely, instead consisting of hundreds of giant, centipede-like stone legs. The city's main structure is composed of layers upon layers of petrified skeletons and obsidian.

The entire city is like a fusion of flesh and minerals, swimming on the water like a centipede.

As for the monsters on the deck, they were gargoyles.

Their bodies are made of stone, with a weathered, hard outer shell covered in cracks. Their distorted faces are somewhere between human and demon, with prominent cheekbones covered in petrified keratin, and golden vertical pupils flickering in their eye sockets. Their jaws can dislocate and open like snakes, revealing multiple layers of interlocking sharp teeth.

As for its back, there is a pair of huge wings and a thick, powerful tail.

"This is definitely a level 3 monster civilization!" he thought to himself.

Before George could react, the gargoyles on the deck flapped their wings and rushed toward the Holy Sword B41.

Their bodies are extremely tough; bullets only leave small nicks when they hit them, and cannot tear them apart.

As gargoyles landed one after another, the battle to defend the deck began.

The combatants aboard Holy Sword B41 roared and charged forward.

However, the gargoyles not only have strong defenses, but also immense strength.

A gargoyle grabbed a row of railings beside it, ripped them off, and lashed them out like a whip at the combatant who was operating the heavy machine gun.

The heavy machine gun barrel bent at a right angle under the heavy impact, and the combat personnel were pinned to the nearby wall by the flying metal fragments.

A gargoyle used its tail to wrap around a cannon, forcefully pulling the entire cannon off its base. The cannon's rotating mechanism emitted a sharp metallic whistle, and the gears shot out like popcorn.

Under George's horrified gaze, a gargoyle braved the bombardment of a level 3 machine gun and walked right up to him.

It attached its arms to the machine gun, tearing it off the deck along with its mounting base. The gun barrel was folded in half like a toy in its hands, and hydraulic oil sprayed from the broken pipes, igniting eerie blue flames on its stone-like skin.

After doing all this, it turned to look at George in front of it.

His face was expressionless.

As stone monsters, gargoyles have faces that are forever fixed in their inhuman ferocity—no furrowed brows, no twitching corners of the mouth, the lines of their faces remain unchanged, and every angle is eternally unchanging.

Its eyes, embedded in stone sockets, do not contract with excitement, nor flicker with killing; its emotions remain completely unmoved.

The gargoyles' faces always maintained the same expression as they destroyed artillery and heavy machine guns and tore human bodies apart.

There was no sneer, no roar.

It is precisely because of this that the gargoyles' calmness and brutality send chills down one's spine.

Their unchanging faces are more despairing than any contorted expression.

It serves as a reminder to every human being that in this battle, they are not facing a beast that will go out of control due to pleasure or rage, but a perfectly ruthless work of art of killing.

George pulled out his gun and fired as he retreated.

There's only one question on his mind right now.

"Should I abandon the city and flee now? But I can't swim!"

As a world-class organization, the Apocalypse Cult has a unified management process for all its mobile cities, which naturally includes training in abandoning cities and escaping.

Just when George thought the deck couldn't be held, something unexpected happened.

A group of combatants picked up something that looked like a fire extinguisher and started spraying large amounts of gas at the gargoyles.

The moment the gas touched the skin's surface, a large portion of the gargoyles' almost indestructible bodies was instantly dissolved.

George was shocked when he saw it.

"What on earth is this thing?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It's a dissolving spray specially developed by the Titan Throne for gargoyles!" Feller shouted in response from nearby.

The gargoyles remained calm.

It seems that life and death are irrelevant to them.

Just as George was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that the entire mobile city was shrouded in shadow.

He looked up and was stunned again.

Those were enormous gargoyles swooping down from the sky, each two or three hundred meters tall, their majestic bodies like mountain peaks.

The giant gargoyles' target is the mobile human city on the river.

They came crashing down like giant cannonballs.

The human-controlled mobile city quickly launched smoke bombs and began maneuvering to evade.

Nevertheless, several mobile cities were unfortunately hit.

The moment the giant gargoyle struck the moving city, an impact equivalent to a million tons of TNT pierced through the entire city. The city's armor shattered like an eggshell, buildings collapsed completely under the immense impact, numerous steam pipes and steel plates twisted and burst in a chain reaction, and scalding white steam erupted from the cracks, melting nearby walls and walkways into a waterfall of crimson iron.

The impact swept across the entire city from top to bottom, even causing the ship's hull to collapse.

After landing on the river, the giant gargoyles raised their fists and began to bombard the moving city in front of them until it was completely reduced to rubble.

The nearby mobile cities were urgently loading pre-made melting shells from the Titan Throne and firing at it.

While George was fighting, he suddenly heard a twisting, whistling sound coming from the sky.

He looked up and saw several fighter jets billowing thick smoke.

Some are from the human side, and some are from the monster side.

Like dragonflies struck by an invisible giant hand, their wings twisted and broken, they spun and plummeted into the sea of ​​clouds.

The sky turned into a burning graveyard, and the wreckage of fighter jets fell like a rain of steel.

The human forces ultimately won, gaining air superiority on the battlefield.

The surviving fighters and bombers swooped down and began bombing enemy forces on the ground and attacking the Turbulent Water Dam.

Upon seeing this, George couldn't help but feel excited.

"Mr. Feller! We're going to win!" he shouted joyfully.

Feller, who was firing not far away, came to his senses and nodded slightly.

“Celebrate to your heart’s content, kid,” he said. “We’ve survived again!”

As countless shells exploded in the center of the dam, this steel mountain range that stretched across the sky and earth let out an unprecedented lament.

The concrete walls on the dam were completely destroyed, and a gap hundreds of meters wide was torn open in the center of the dam.

The exposed steel bars drooped limply, while the still-intact steel cables lashed in the gale, producing thunderous cracks. The 1500 billion cubic meters of water stored in the reservoir were freed.

They started as a thin white line, but in an instant they expanded into a destructive wall hundreds of meters high, pouring downstream at a frenzied speed.

With the dam completely breached, the floodwaters will rush downstream in waves hundreds of meters high.

Many areas downstream were thus submerged by the raging floodwaters.

(End of this chapter)