The captain and deputy captain of the guard team both died in battle, and Hunter never thought that an old guy who was about to retire would actually take over the command of the guard team in danger.

No way.

You can only go on.

There are tens of thousands of people in the entire port area, and the Weilantes account for 30% of them.

In any case, these people can't be fine!

Even if he dies, he has to stop the thugs outside!

Looking at the frightened guards, Hunter gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Drag some boxes! Empty ones are fine! Whether it's sand, rocks, or even rotten apples, stuff them all into me and block up several major intersections! Fast! Move it! ”

Then he looked at the youngest man in the guard and yelled at the man.

"Newman! Go back and shoot the telegram! Ask for help from the Eternal Night Harbor! Be sure to tell them that something is going on here, and ask them to send at least a team of thousands...... No, a team of 10,000 people is coming! ”

He wasn't sure if there were so many troops stationed in Eternal Night Harbor, but the situation was beyond his control.

I heard that the temporary storage of arms in the warehouse can arm an entire team of 10,000 people, and once those thugs form an organization, this chaos will spread to the entire Lion State!

The young man named Newman nodded his head quickly and hurried in the direction of the security station.

Under Hunter's order, the guards present quickly moved and quickly built a defensive line in groups of ten.

I have to say that at a critical time, the people of Willant are still relatively united.

Seeing that the guards were outnumbered, some of the young men joined in and helped them carry the barricades to the entrances and exits of the streets.

Roads leading from other towns to the port area were quickly blocked, and some civilians who tried to squeeze into the port area for refuge were all driven away by the Wilantes guards with gunfire.

As for those who tried to break through the checkpoint, Hunter did not hesitate and decisively ordered all of them to be killed.

At this point, it was impossible to distinguish between civilians and thugs, and anyone had a grenade or pistol in their pocket.

His brothers were not even able to make up a team of 100 men and could not take any risks.

"Fire!" While roaring loudly, he took the lead in pulling the trigger with his rifle in his hand.

In the midst of the thumping gunshots, several unlucky fellows fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, five more bodies were on the street.

Seeing that those Willant people were all red-eyed, the civilians who escaped from their homes did not dare to go to the port, and turned around and ran out of the city.

Not everyone was so lucky, though, and most were stopped without running two steps.

These people have strips of cloth wrapped around their arms, and their faces are fierce, and they don't look like good people.

Govinda instinctively wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late.

One of them, staring into his eyes, strode up to him, and then without saying a word, shoved a rifle with a bayonet in his hand.

"The Willantes kill my compatriots, suck our marrow, and humiliate us, and they must make them pay the price of blood!"

Looking at the bloodied rifle in his hand, Govinda was stunned and stammered.

"But, but I won't ......"

The man didn't listen to him at all, just grinned.

"No, it doesn't matter, it's easy to use. Those veterans of the Gray Wolf Army said, the bullet is loaded, open the safe, aim at the two points in a line, and just pull the trigger at those big noses! ”

The guards were so accurate that the bullets were like eyes.

Although they can also kill several, they often need to pay several times or even more than ten times the price.

This is where cannon fodder comes in.

Even if these guys can't hit people, they can consume some ammunition in the port area.

By the time they managed to drag the 100-mm gun over, all the problems were solved.

Govinda was about to cry in a hurry, but at the look of the fierce expression, he swallowed back the words begging for mercy.

Seeing that he was so sensible, the guy with the strip of cloth tied to his arm smiled and pushed him on the shoulder.

"Go, go, give those Willantes a little color! Let them know that rats will bite even if they are in a hurry! ”

"Now, now?" Govinda asked in a panic.

"Or else? Did Lao Tzu give you a gun to use as a crutch, hurry up and stop talking nonsense! With that, the man pushed him impatiently and pushed him to the front.

Moving his lead-soaked legs, Govinda walked desperately in the direction of the harbor, the distant thumping of gunfire sounding to his ears like a spell of death.

Not far away, there was a guy who had escaped from the direction of the port like him, who seemed to be a leon citizen.

The lunatics also tried to shove the gun into him, but instead of asking for it, the guy cursed them arrogantly, and was directly knocked down with the butt of a gun.

Govinda did not dare to look back, only to hear a snap of gunfire behind him, and then the man was silent.

He closed his eyes in agony.

The Rat God is on top.

He rarely prayed on weekdays, but at this moment he couldn't help but recite the scriptures.

Please bless your children......

……

Just when the firefighting was raging on several streets around the port area, the usually bustling docks were even more chaotic at the moment.

People screamed and shoved, trying to get through the human wall in front of them and grab to the narrow pier.

The only two ships were already crammed to the brim and had to leave the dock.

And even so, some people did not give up, simply threw down their luggage and swam over.

In order to escape the chaotic port, people have gone completely crazy, trying to board all the means of transport that can be used to get out to sea.

Even the small fishing boats temporarily moored on the edge of the dock were bought by the Willant and Leon nobles who were desperate to flee for their lives, forcing the fishermen to go to sea.

Unfortunately, these small fishing boats simply do not have the ability to cross the oceans.

One of the fishing boats, which was less than eight meters long, was filled with more than 40 people, but it didn't go far to the sea when a wave overturned it!

Looking at the man who was slapped into the water by the waves, there was an exclamation from the shore.

Some brave lads jumped into the sea to save people, but in the end less than half of them were rescued from shore.

Looking at the tragic situation of those who fell into the water, the people who were anxious to flee for their lives finally calmed down, but the despair that pressed on their hearts did not decrease at all, and even became more and more intense.

The whole port is crazy.

And until now, most people didn't know what was going on.

All they heard was a bang in the warehouse area, followed by black smoke, and everyone was busy fighting the fire, but the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

A pot-bellied Willant merchant stood on the harbor and cursed in shock and rage in the direction of the port district.

"...... This bunch of waste, who has not done enough to do more than failed! No one can manage this point! When Governor Huye returns, Lao Tzu must write to him and ask him to open all this garbage! ”

The curse was quickly drowned out in a cacophony of voices, as worthless as a grain of rice in a rice barn.

Looking at the crowded dock, Margaery, who was holding her daughter's hand, turned slightly pale.

There are no more boats left.

Although she thought that something might happen to the port these days, she didn't expect the accident to happen so quickly and so violently!

To be honest, she felt more than once that the exploitation of her own people by the local nobility was a bit excessive.

The Southern Legion controlled many colonies, and often hired locals for work, but she had never heard of a man there living on one or two hundred dinars a month.

How is this possible to live!

Sure enough, the never-ending greed finally ushered in a backlash. A single fire turned the boiling resentment into a complete rebellion.

The darker-skinned maid stood behind the mother and daughter, her eyes full of worry.

"Madame...... I don't feel safe on the street, so let's go home first. ”

Hearing that advice, Margaery smiled bitterly.

Is it safe at home?

Although the guards were still fighting, she honestly didn't think very favorably of those people.

First of all, they are not regular troops, and secondly, they are too few in number, and there are big problems with equipment.

If the situation cannot be brought under control in a short time, they will soon face ten times or even dozens of times more thugs.

Looking at her mother, whose face was full of anxiety, Ruby gently tugged at her hand.

"Mom...... Aren't we going to find Sister Ansuya? ”

Although she was anxious, in order not to worry her daughter, Margaery still squeezed a gentle smile from her face, reached out and gently touched her fluffy and soft hair.

"Mom is going to take you there tomorrow...... But now something has happened. ”

Ruby tilted her head, curiosity written on her face.

"Accident?"

Margaery nodded lightly and said softly.

"Well, but don't worry...... Give mom a little time, there will be a way. ”

Ruby nodded sensibly and obediently closed her mouth and stopped talking.

The slightly darker-skinned maid looked at Margaery and tried to suggest.

"What if...... Shall the Count of Sharma send someone to fetch us? Mr. Yi's relationship with him should be worth the risk. ”

Margaery said worriedly.

"At least until the second half of the night...... I'm afraid that the people here won't be able to hold out in the second half of the night. ”

The maid said worriedly.

"But it's no longer possible to take a boat, and I think you should still find a way to get help from the locals."

"Makes sense...... Margaery took a deep breath to calm herself, "go home first, send a telegram to Count Sharma to make an appointment for a meeting." If the port area of Saifan Harbor has not fallen, meet at the exit of Nightingale Street nearby, if ...... If it's already falling......"

"You can go to the church of the Silvermoon Cult," said the maid at once, "Pastor Melgio is a very nice man, and I go there occasionally to pray, and he will certainly help us." ”

Margaery was stunned for a moment, with some worry in her eyes, but in the end she could only nod.

The reputation of the Willant people in Silvermoon Bay is not good, after all, the Eastern Legion once burned the war to the edge of the fortress of Petra in the Hump Kingdom.

But......

For now, I have to turn to them for help.

There is a telephone system in Saifan Harbor, but contact with other settlements outside the city is only via telegraph.

In order not to lose time, the group hurried back home again, and hurried to the telegraph machine.

To Margaery's surprise, the Count of Sharma, having learned of their plight, sent his servants to the port of Sailing, which was expected to arrive at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Nowadays, the port area can no longer be entered at will, and the two sides have made an appointment in the telegram to meet the code, that is, to raise a white flag and wave it left and right.

Margaery would then ask her acquaintances in the guard to let the guards at the entrance to Nightingale Street let in the people who had come to pick her up......

Seeing the call back from the telegraph, Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and sat down limply in her chair.

Before she knew it, her back was soaked with sweat.

The maid standing aside handed her a towel and said with heartfelt emotion.

"Saved at Last ......"

Margaery smiled bitterly.

“…… I hope so. ”

It's too early to say saved......

……

Night had just begun to cover the harbor.

In the streets adjacent to the port area and other urban areas, the fighting has gone from the initial temptation to a white heat.

At present, there are tens of thousands of people besieging the port area.

Among them were dock labourers, but also labourers in steel mills and cement mills, or cotton mills and sugar mills.

In addition, there are some slaves who have been swept in, disabled veterans of the Gray Wolf Army, and even leon citizens who are forced to join in in reluctantly.

Some people have no choice, they are pointed at guns by other thugs, and if they don't hand over their names, don't fight the Wilantes, and don't "revolt" with them, they are the accomplices of the Wilantes, the minions of the nobles, that is, the legitimate targets of robbery, plunder, and violence by others.

Others are speculators, the guys who point guns at the former.

They quickly pulled up a flagpole, co-opted a group of people who were just as fierce as themselves, and deterred some who were still hesitant, clamoring for a lion state or something like that, just like Nalasi.

However, the difference is that they didn't think about what program to use at all, let alone what to do after the thing was done, they just wanted to take advantage of this shareholder wind to rise up first.

As for the rest of the majority, most of them willingly joined the clueless "uprising".

Some people are deprived of their wages, some are fed up with the humiliation of the Willants, and some are jealous of the authority and wealth of the Willants.

It doesn't matter who lit the fire at all, the boiling flame has long been burning in their hearts.

The explosion in the port area was the trigger for everything, but what about the whip in Najib's hand?

By word of mouth, they wrapped the cotton cloth they had stolen from the port area around their arms as a sign to distinguish friend from foe, and agreed that whoever had taken down the governor's palace and tore down the flag that hung on it would be the king of the lion kingdom!

As for the others, they will be the king's captains!

After sacrificing nearly 100 cannon fodder, the "insurgents" gradually discovered the lack of manpower in the guards and began to take a more violent offensive.

At the same time, the 100-mm guns, which had previously been used in the fierce battles in the warehouse area, were pushed into the streets.

However, Hunter did not let these thugs succeed, but seized the opportunity to decisively give the order, so that the police armored car hidden in the alley rushed directly.

Before the artillery was deployed, the 10mm heavy machine gun on the roof of the car clicked and loaded, and it was a "sudden and sudden" sweep at the thugs.

Stormy shrapnel raged through the streets, leaving rows of fist-sized craters and even collapsing a wall of dirt!

The thugs hiding behind the artillery died instantly, leaving only a ground of flesh-like corpses.

The bloody scene shocked many people.

Especially those guys who were about to rush up with assault rifles were so frightened by the shocking scene that they retracted into cover.

"Hang the tow rope on the gun and drag it back! Fast! Hunter, who was commanding from afar, yelled into the walkie-talkie and gave the order.

One of the guards quickly jumped out of the car and hurriedly hooked the hook to the rear of the gun, while his teammates picked up the ammunition box with the shells and hid back in the car.

As the doors closed, the armored car started its engine again, dragged the 100mm gun, and drove towards the port area as if it were dead.

In the distance, an iron-fisted rocket flew over, but fortunately it did not hit, but collapsed the houses on the side.

The armored car that drove back to the position stopped, and the guards who got out of the car had a look of horror on their faces.

One of them didn't even realize that he had been shot in the lower leg until he got out of the car, and he was bleeding profusely.

Hunter instructed the nurse from the port district to bandage their wounds, and then saw the secretary of the governor's office approaching him.

"How's the battle going?"

Looking at that anxious face, Hunter said in a deep voice.

"It's hard to do, and how long we can hold out depends purely on when they organize."

The secretary's breath faltered, and his voice trembled as he asked.

"That'...... How many more people do we ......"

Hunter pouted.

"Including the local guards gathered from other areas, it shouldn't be a problem to gather 200."

"How?!"

"It's good to have that, we didn't even have fifty people here just now......

When he said this, Hunter couldn't help but curse.

"There are so few people here! I don't understand why Eternal Night Harbor, which has only a hundred thousand people, can be stationed with a team of 10,000 people, while Xifan Harbor, which has more than a million people, has only one team of 100 people! And it's a supernumerary guard! ”

Does it make sense to say that now?

The secretary had a wry smile on his face, but explained anyway.

"We also have our difficulties...... There are not many troops directly under Triumph City, only His Majesty's forbidden army and the city defense army, and we are still different from the Southern Army after all. ”

To put it bluntly, the civilian clique does not have its own troops, and if something goes wrong, it can only find a way to find someone else to wipe its ass.

Fortunately, they have a good relationship with the Southern Legion, and there are even people in the guard who have served in the Southern Legion before.

Hunter cursed secretly.

"You'd better figure it out...... There are more than 3,000 Willantes, and many of them are the most prominent figures in Triumph, so if you let them hurt a finger, you should be prepared to bear the wrath of Triumph! ”

"I'll find another way...... "Wiping the hot sweat from his forehead, the Governor's secretary suddenly asked, "By the way, what about Najib?" Let that guy persuade—"

"Don't think about that idiot! Half of the gang - no, at least two-thirds of them were coming for that idiot! Hunter scolded, "If you want Lao Tzu to catch him, you have to pick his skin!" ”

The negotiated salary turned around and denied it in less than a month, which he didn't expect.

He couldn't understand why he had to pick those two dinars from the hands of a group of short-lived ghosts, even the feudal lords of the Eastern Legion would not do such a stupid thing.

Is it that they don't share enough profits with those guys?

Why don't you just learn your lesson!

At this moment, a clerk from the security bureau ran over in a panic, stopped in front of Hunter, and gasped breathlessly.

"Call back from Eternal Night Harbor! Their troops have set off, let's hold on! ”

Hunter immediately asked.

"How long are they there!"

The clerk swallowed.

"They're in the southern hemisphere...... The fastest, I'm afraid, will take three days. ”

Three days......

Hearing this number, Khante's mood sank into the abyss of despair in an instant.

People here live in hours, and they don't last that long!

And at this moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the street not far away.

The scorching shock wave destroyed several houses and swept away a hundred meters like a hurricane.

The three of them subconsciously lowered their bodies to dodge, and the hot stones almost flew past their scalps.

"! What's the situation? ”

Struggling from the ground in embarrassment, the secretary looked in the direction from which the explosion had come with a frightened expression, only to see a bloody corpse.

Out of nowhere, the thugs got a truck, stuffed it with explosives and shells, and then stomped on the accelerator and crashed directly into their bunker.

The police armored car was overturned.

Including the 100mm gun they had just snatched, which was also blown over on the side of the road.

The dozen or so guards guarding behind the bunker at the corner of the street were almost all wiped out! Even though he was not dead, he was convulsing on the ground......

And the civilians who helped transport supplies were also killed and injured by the bombing.

Looking at the line of defense that collapsed in an instant, a trace of utter despair was imprinted on Hunter's face.

"......"

These crazy people!

The gun-wielding thug seemed to have underestimated the power of the blast and was shaken by the shockwave.

However, they had the upper hand in numbers, and even if some people were affected by the aftermath of the explosion, it would still be insignificant to the situation of the whole battle.

And when they saw that the defense line in the port area had finally been blown open, the originally shaky morale was instantly raised again, and even the cannon fodder who was instigated to push to the front line began to shout excitedly.

A man with a bladed assault rifle walked to the front of the group, swept abruptly ahead, and then shouted at his teammates behind him.

"Brethren! Rush me up! The people of Willant put all the valuable treasures in the harbor! ”

"We used to look at them dirty, but now it's our turn to slap them hard!"

"Whoever grabs it will belong to him!"

The roar drew a response from countless people, and the sound of one after another filled the entire street, and a pair of murderous red eyes emitted an even more ferocious red light, like a hungry wolf seeing fat.

"Brethren rush!"

"Grab the money! Grab people! ”

"Oooo

The crowd of human heads poured into the breach of the defensive line like a flood, and the remaining hundred or so guards were as small as the floating trees that shook them.

Even if they still have a police armored car in their hands, it will not help at all.

The thugs had already dug out the Iron Fist bazookas in the warehouse. In front of the armor-piercing bullets, the iron sheet of the police armored car is like papier-mâché.

The flames of the explosion echoed the exclamations of the crowd, and the eyes of those crowded on the edge of the pier were full of despair.

On the way to cover the retreat of the Governor's secretary, Hunter was finally shot through the throat after killing three thugs, and his eyes widened to the ground.

Just like his captain and vice-captain......

Although the Willantes are a race born to fight, they are not outright monsters like mutants.

At most, they are only stronger than ordinary people in various physical functions, mature a little earlier, and have a higher will to fight than ordinary people.

Also, there is no "pension" and does not occupy any resources of the War Construction Commission.

Aside from that, they'll die just like the players if they get shot at the point.

"I surrender!"

Faced with the flood of thugs, the Governor's Secretary decisively chose to surrender.

This is not only for himself, but also for the more than 3,000 residents of Willant in the port area, and even more than 10,000 people living here.

Looking at the group of guys who were about to pull the muzzle of the gun to his nostrils, he cleared his throat and said in a serious tone.

"You won, and this port is yours now. But before you celebrate your victory, let me meet with your representative, with whom I want to talk. ”

He lowered his posture, though he didn't take the guys in front of him seriously.

A mob with neither a plan of action nor a clear appeal is no better than the looters of the wasteland.

When the reinforcements from Eternal Night Harbor arrive, they can be pressed against the wall and rubbed against them in minutes.

He had no doubts in his heart.

After a moment of waiting, a man carrying a Legion flag stepped out of the crowd.

The man had a scar on his jaw, like a gunshot wound left by a bullet, and if he didn't die, he could only tell his fortune.

Although his eyes were lightly picked, there was a touch of imperceptible fierceness, like a wolf lurking in the snow.

It is clear that he has been on the battlefield.

I wonder if it was brought out by McClan......

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Staring at the man in front of him, the governor's secretary swallowed and said.

“…… All the riches here are yours, let us go. ”

The man smiled, glanced left and right, and looked at him again.

"And then today's affair is written off?"

The Governor's Secretary was silent for a moment, then said vaguely.

“…… This can be discussed. ”

Talk about a fart!

If you don't send this guy to the gallows, his name will be written backwards in the future!

It is true that the civilian clique does not have troops directly under it, but this does not mean that they are soft persimmons.

They had the money and could buy those mercenaries from the colonies to fight for them.

Not only that, but they could even call their friends from the Southern Legion to come and help.

The man pursed the corners of his mouth, obviously not believing his words, but said lightly.

"We've talked to you again and again, and each time we've been met with either perfunctory or ridicule...... Isn't it fun? Eight dinars became a drama of six. ”

The Governor's secretary swallowed, cursing once more of the fool named Najib.

"That's what we just learned...... It's not right for you to count on our heads. ”

The man sneered.

"It doesn't matter, you're in the same group, what if you knew? Can you still give us a head start? ”

The Governor's secretary stared into his eyes.

"So...... Did you set the fire? ”

"I hope it's me, but it's a pity that someone is one step ahead of me," the man shook his head slightly, a look of regret on his face, "It wasn't anyone's fire, it was the anger of the inhabitants of Westsail Harbor, the anger of everyone except you. ”

“…… Are you ready to withstand the wrath of the Legion? The Governor's secretary's voice took on a hint of threat, trying to force concessions.

The man, however, had an indifferent expression, and only took the torch from the hands of his accomplices and lit the flag he was carrying on his shoulder.

It was plucked from the Doge's Palace.

He has already proved his identity as the "lion king" with this flag, and it is useless to keep it.

Although he is a wolf, it is not impossible for a wolf to lead the lions.

Looking at the military flag burning in the flames, anger was written on the face of the governor's secretary.

The man tossed the flaming flag aside, then grinned and slammed the pistol to his head.

"I used to be thrown by you to fight with the Alliance, fight with Lassy, and finally get thrown here to get moldy. Believe me, I've heard more than ten times more lies than the people here, so I know better than they what kind of virtues you are...... None of the words that come out of your mouth can be trusted. ”

There is no way to live in negotiations, especially now.

There was only one way for him to survive, and that was to involve the entire Lion State and burn the flames that had been burning from the warehouse area farther away.

For example, Tiandu.

As long as he takes the capital of heaven and becomes the master of Borneo Province, he can really gain the capital to negotiate with the legion.

And if it really doesn't work, it can still fall to the alliance.

Looking at this already crazy guy, a trace of sweat oozed from the governor's forehead, and he kept glancing at the gun against his forehead.

"So you're not going to talk about it......"

The man smiled.

"My name is Yanush, and like most of the people here, I was just a little unknown person until tonight...... But I swear that from now on, my name will shake the continent. ”

He didn't shoot, he didn't even turn on the insurance, he just waved at his companion next to him.

"Bury this big nose in the red clay."

After a pause, he added again.

"Remember, bury the living."

"Let him be reincarnated here in the next life, and come to taste the hardships we have endured."

Dragged away by two thugs with arms on his back, the Governor's secretary stared at him with wide eyes and roared angrily.

"You guy...... Do you know what you're doing? You're killing yourself! ”

Janusz didn't pay any attention to the dying fellow, but looked at his companion behind him, and then at the brightly lit docks.

The corners of his mouth curled into a hideous smile, and he opened his voice and shouted.

"Enjoy the victory! Do whatever you want, and it's a reward you deserve! ”

"And those who have been humiliating us all this time should also pay some interest for their stupidity."

"They deserve it! Give me a hard! ”

"Oooooooo

Excited cheers rang out all around, and a pair of eyes glowed green.

Thanks to General Alayan's fortified wilderness, he had tasted some despair on the state borders of Mammoth, the only regret was that he had not tasted the Willants.

A race born for battle must be as difficult to tame as a fiery horse.

Hope not to disappoint him.

(End of chapter)