After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 323

At the sight of saviors and survivors, the heavy atmosphere from both parties immediately lit up.

Instead of speaking, Garan simply led the bigger team to continue on as if nothing happened. They could catch up eventually, but their loved ones couldn’t wait any more.

Not to mention, more mobs could be attracted by all this blood. There were so many refugees and only over a dozen of them—they wouldn’t be able to protect all of these people even if they had an overwhelming strength advantage against the monsters they encountered.

So this was why the team didn’t stop to chat. Rather the two groups simply converged into a line.

The refugees understood and followed, and behaved, while unable to stop giving admiring gazes at the soldiers but were afraid to act too closely.

Although they had good impressions of soldiers, the corrupt guards of their former territories unconsciously made them afraid of people in power.

Especially… such powerful people. They’re probably very arrogant, right?

It didn’t help that when they encountered a mob, they were dealt with in a few blinks.

Such strong monsters with thick skinned were killed so easily. If they offended these people, would they get pulverized?

So the group of three hundred people walked in silence for hours until it was time for dinner. They camped in a relatively large clearing they found after clearing out the mobs they encountered, using them as meat by the way.

The more gregarious soldiers like Luis started talking to the refugees as the others prepared the food—with the help of tens of refugees, of course.

"So… what happened to you guys?"

The people near him flinched a bit, but saw he was a young lad with a friendly smile, their shoulders slumped in relief. "Our territory fell as well. We were allies with Porta—the territory where we met—but…

"Well, at least we survived."

Luis nodded, "Is this all of you? From your old territory."

"Well, everyone panicked and ran to different directions."

"I see, I see… then did you happen to encounter someone with the name…" Luis began to enumerate various names, though no information about them was found.

Similarly, the other soldiers saw this and followed his lead. However, even with this, no one got news that they wanted.

"Well, no news is good news," Sammy said with an awkward smile, trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "It would be better than hearing they perished, right?"

With that, the sad topic was temporarily put aside, and the teams focused on filling their stomachs for another day of fighting ahead.

For dinner, they had barbeque using the meat of the monsters they just killed. The refugees were the ones who cleaned up the meat, while the soldiers handled it with a diluted version of the Captain’s signature sauce.

Adding a bit of their seasoning to improve the taste, the aroma that wafted to everyone’s noses automatically made their stomachs churn.

The soldiers asked them to line up properly, and they were for the most part behaved, no matter how impatient they were.

They left the meat in the center, and anyone could take it. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone expecting to be served and filed properly, only taking one per person.

What they didn’t know was that there were indeed people who had planned on using moral kidnapping. But the coldness of the captain scared them to death.

Soon, the first batch of refugees managed to get a hold of a stick, immediately bringing them to their mouths, and they almost cried.

"Amazing…" they said, even if they burned their tongues a bit for being too hasty.

Some people even outright sobbed, happy to finally taste something decent.

More than the luxury of flavor, it was more an excitement to the soul.

Gill looked around and found someone. He was lined up near the end.

Gill approached him, ignoring the ogles of the others, especially the women. "You." He called the bald man from earlier.

"Me?"