Both the captain and deputy captain of the guard had died in battle. Hunter had never imagined that an old man on the verge of retirement like himself would be handed command of the guard in a crisis.
There was no helping it.
He could only step up.
There were over ten thousand people in the entire port district, and Velanders accounted for thirty percent of them.
No matter what, nothing could happen to those people!
Even if he died, he had to keep those rioters outside at bay!
Looking at the guards whose faces were still pale with fright, Hunter gritted his teeth and roared.
"Bring over some crates! Empty ones are fine! Fill them with anything—sand, rocks, even rotten apples—and block off the main intersections! Move! Now!"
Then he turned to the youngest lad in the guard and shouted at him.
"Newman! Get back and send a telegram! Ask Evernight Harbor for reinforcements! Make sure they know something huge has happened here. Tell them to send at least a thousand men... no, ten thousand!"
He did not know whether Evernight Harbor had that many troops stationed there, but the situation was already beyond what his handful of men could handle.
He had heard that the weapons temporarily stored in the warehouses could arm an entire force of ten thousand. Once those rioters became organized, this chaos might spread across all of Lion Province!
The young man named Newman hurriedly nodded and sprinted toward the guard headquarters.
Under Hunter's orders, the guards immediately sprang into action, forming groups of ten to hastily construct defensive lines.
It had to be said that at critical moments, the Velanders were fairly united.
Seeing that the guards lacked manpower, some strong young men joined in, helping carry barricades to the entrances and exits