Jason Morgan was now somewhat panicked.
At the committee meeting, inspiring morale and making those wavering members stay put didn't seem wrong to him.
But Crook Manor, as the nominal headquarters of the Mutual Aid Society, was now also the gathering place of numerous committee members. If it were really breached, there would be serious trouble.
Without a doubt, the Mutual Aid Society would fall into organizational chaos. Even if the Central Group Army were to come down south later and resolve the issue, it would take time for the Mutual Aid Society to rebuild and function effectively in its logistical role.
That would disrupt the entire plan.
However, the carnage he had just witnessed through the telescope, and the countless soldiers now retreating from the collapsed third defense line to the fourth, left Morgan speechless.
Could he say that the militia warriors hadn't fought fiercely?
Obviously not.
