Dennison Henry was anxious too.
He didn't know much about military matters, but he understood the simplest comparison of numbers. Perbov's troops could fight, but they couldn't replace the role of a hundred thousand people.
Here at the artillery positions, he was gathering the fleeing soldiers, and the effect was actually not bad.
Mainly, the twelve large cannons lined up in a row were extremely intimidating. When the fleeing soldiers retreated here and saw these cannons, they couldn't help but slow down.
Then, Henry would step forward, offering a carrot and stick, and keep people around.
The so-called carrot was money.
Henry had money, but not as much as it seemed. He had only become wealthy in the past two months and had made quite a bit, but he lacked accumulation.
But the key was that he was now willing to spend money, even spending all his money and going into debt if necessary.
