At the same time Ross's reinforcements approached the port, the Heavenly King's Army soldiers stationed at West Sail Port were eagerly awaiting their chance, ready to teach those big-nosed bastards a lesson.
Imran, the commander of the first line of defense, was a centurion.
At that moment, he was holding a pair of Velander military-issue binoculars and "secretly observing" the four warships approaching from afar.
Three of them looked like transport ships, while the other black thing was probably a warship. But it was too far away to make out the details.
Seeing that there was only one warship, Imran felt somewhat relieved.
Just as His Majesty Janusz had said, the Legion could not send many men.
In fact, until four days ago, he had still been a centurion in the city guard, living a carefree life of fishing every other day and bullying men and women the rest of the time.
However, because their superior had fled before the battle, they had switched sides and joined the rebels without firing so much as a single shot.
Really, they could hardly be blamed for not resisting.
Because of West Lan's peculiar "ecological environment," Heaven Capital had no choice but to remain constantly vigilant against local powers, while the local nobility had no interest in raising troops they could not command themselves.
Thus, in the West Lan Empire, the unwanted city guard had always been at the bottom in terms of combat effectiveness. Though "city defense" was in their name, their usual work had nothing to do with defending cities. At most, they bullied farmers working the fields, street vendors running stalls, or thugs like themselves.
Janusz, who came from the Gray Wolf Army, had never thought much of them.
Yet perhaps because more was always better, or perhaps because he