Chapter 1031 - 375: Humanity’s First Sword at Dawn

"Pfft--!"

"...."

"Biaozi, are you drinking fake booze?!"

The gasp of astonishment exploded, even the sounds of drinking and bragging at nearby tables quieted down.

Countless gazes simultaneously focused on Hu Biao.

The skinny man and the scarface man didn’t react much.

Just looked at Hu Biao like they were watching an idiot.

"Building a city? Outside the Great Wall?" The skinny man’s tongue tripped, "Biaozi, do you know what you’re talking about? Building a city there, who would live there? Life Ghosts? Or are you tired of our people dying too slowly, offering a ready-made meat target for Life Ghosts?"

"It’s absolutely true! I’ll stake my head on it!"

Hu Biao got anxious, craning his neck, saliva almost splattering onto his companion’s face.

"Over ten thousand people! A dense crowd! Large cranes, drills, cement mixers... even from a few miles away, the commotion was heard, the construction worker personally told my brother, City of Dawn, that’s the name, could it be fake?!"

His anxious voice came after a brief silence.

Finally sparking a commotion.

There was a hint of truth to this matter, given such a daring guarantee...

Mo Yan put down his wine bowl.

The bottom of the bowl lightly tapped the rough tabletop, making a soft click, drowned in the surrounding noise.

His eyes, dormant for twenty years, lifted for the first time.

Gaze piercing through the gaps in the crowd, pinned on Hu Biao’s face, distorted in excitement.

Ears unknowingly perking up.

"Fang... Fang Qingyu?"

The scarface man gulped with difficulty, as if the name held some magic.

Instantly suppressing his sense of absurdity, "Is it him? Thunder God? The one who returned from City of Injustice and killed a god?"

"Who else could it be?!"

Hu Biao nodded forcefully, as if uttering the name was proof enough, "Besides him, who has the guts, who has the ability to get the Federation to approve starting construction in such a ghostly place?!"

Currently, among all the Transcendents of the Federation.

There’s nobody who doesn’t know Fang Qingyu.

That scene of stars falling from the sky was simply too spectacular.

If it’s him...

It seems that all the impossibilities carry a slight potential of existence.

"But... but why?"

The skinny man’s brows knitted into a knot, utterly puzzled.

"Even if the Federation agreed, even if Deep Blue is rich... what do they want?"

"Just how many people does Captain Fang truly have under him? An isolated city hanging outside the Great Wall, surrounded on all sides by the Ice Plains of Life Ghosts and the Sea Life Ghosts that could crawl up at any moment, how would he defend it?"

"Relying on a few to fight desperately every day? They’d get exhausted to death, and the Federation absolutely wouldn’t send a large force to guard the city for him; this isn’t city building, this is digging a grave for himself."

Apart from the question of whether it can be built.

Also apart from the question of whether it can be defended.

The real curiosity for everyone now...

Is why build there...

An isolated city suspended outside the Great Wall, without continuous troop and resource support.

In the vast ocean of Life Ghosts.

It’s like a lone light in a snowstorm, ready to be extinguished at any time.

Hu Biao’s excitement slightly calmed, he grabbed a wine bowl and downed it bravely, wiping the wine stains from his beard.

His eyes showed a complex emotion.

There was admiration, confusion, and a touch of indescribable yearning.

He took a deep breath, his voice no longer loud, echoing clearly in the abruptly quiet tavern.

"Why? I asked."

"That construction worker, he was standing under the huge mechanical arm at the time, pointing at the foundation being poured and the distant ink-black rolling sea."

"He said, ’Brother, do you think our Captain Fang is building a city just to hide and play house, just to become some rear big shot?’"

Hu Biao paused, his gaze sweeping across faces all focused and holding breaths.

"The name ’Dawn’ isn’t casually given; the construction worker’s voice, my brother says he remembers it clearly to this day."

"This city is a blade! A sharp blade stabbing right into the heart of Life Ghosts, it should be stationed at the forefront of the Great Wall, becoming humanity’s first station to break through the darkness and welcome the true dawn!"

"The Great Wall? That construction worker smiled with a reckless streak at the time, ’In the future, the Great Wall can serve as our logistics base! Our Dawn is meant to be at the very front, fighting those bastards to the death!’"

After hearing those words.

Following a brief silence.

There were sounds of continuous intakes of breath.

At the very front?

Fighting the Life Ghosts to the death?

That’s beyond what can be described by bravery, that’s madness...

An extreme madness, bringing together Jade and Stone, choosing life in the face of death!

For several decades.

These veterans have fought bloodily on the Great Wall, witnessing comrades fall, watching the defense line totter under the tide of Life Ghosts.

They were accustomed to passive defense.

Used to holding out behind Iron Walls.

Has anyone ever dared to imagine a human city actively embedded in the heart of Life Ghosts’ domain.

Becoming a never-falling, aggressive bridgehead?

What confidence... what audacity is required.

The skinny man’s mouth hung open, unable to utter a word for a long time, muscles on his face twitching slightly.

The scarface man’s eyes glazed, fingers unconsciously tightening around the empty wine bowl, knuckles whitening from the pressure.

Men at other tables stopped their commotion as well, silent.

Only heavy breathing sounds rising and falling.

Anyone who’s been knows how dangerous it is outside of the Great Wall.

No one would dare say they could return alive every time.

And after hearing Hu Biao’s words, they understood why Fang Qingyu wants to build the city there.