Texas, New Naples Port.
Over three hundred colonial militia dressed in red have taken over this port.
A group of them stood in the empty port, craning their necks in anticipation.
"Colonel Arthur, those locals have such an attitude. We've told them that the Texans have retreated inland and that they can disembark without worry, yet they're still making us feed the mosquitoes here."
"We only have around three hundred men, and without the Knight Order with us, if there were even a Centurion of the Wolf Race, we'd be done for."
Colonel Arthur sighed and ignored his subordinates' complaints.
The state militia suffered a defeat and lost the arsenal, indirectly causing a massive slave rebellion, leaving half of Louisiana and Mississippi as barren wasteland.
If it weren't for the Saint George's Knight Order being around, even considering the high rank of his father as a colonial official, his best outcome would be to return to Arkansas as a farm owner.
