Chen Guodong and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.
But they also knew that this process was bound to be extremely difficult, with many close calls.
"Old Zhang, if the beast tide really comes, do we need to go up to the city walls and fight the fierce beasts?" Someone asked nervously.
In an instant, the room fell silent.
This question was the second core issue, aside from whether Anshan City could hold.
Previously, in the wild, after the beast tide erupted, each of them immediately hid in tunnels, took up weapons, and fought the fierce beasts, which was akin to a desperate gambit for the elderly.
But here, if the city's guards really forced them to defend the city, they had no other choice.
And going up to the city walls meant a high likelihood of death.
"Generally speaking, no."
