บท 917: Mess, It's All a Mess

Chapter 917 – Mess, It's All a Mess

Mogadishu, west city gate.

'Ji~~~ya~~~'

The huge city gates slowly creaked upon under the gazes of numerous eyes like the opening of a new world.

The general's family walked out of the gates. At this very moment, shouts broke out from the nearby houses like that of a battle cry.

Tens of thousands of civilians charged out from the houses. It was hard for outsiders to imagine how such small houses could fit so many people.

The young men who had charged at the front reached the city gates in the blink of an eye. These young men had a strategy, which was to use their numbers to block the gate to prevent the soldiers from closing it.

Following which, an ocean number of people passed through one by one. Looking at the camp outside of the city, the civilians of the imperial city felt really warm and homely.

It was like a flood; the moment the floodgates were opened, it could not be shut.