The captain and vice-captain of the guard both died in battle, and Hante never thought that as an old man close to retirement, he would be tasked with taking over the guard's command.
No choice.
He had to go.
There are over ten thousand people in the entire harbor area, and among them, Weilante people make up thirty percent.
In any case, these people must not come to harm!
Even if he dies, he must block the mob outside!
Looking at the guards whose faces were still filled with panic, Hante gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.
"Drag some crates here! Empty ones are fine! Whether it's sand, stones or even rotten apples, just stuff them in and block the main roads! Quick! Move it!"
Then he looked at the youngest lad in the guard team and shouted at him.
"Newman! Go back and send a telegram! Ask for help from Evernight Harbor! Make sure to tell them something big is happening here and they need to send at least a thousand troops... no, send ten thousand troops over!"
