"It seems that Bishop Carl wasn't talking nonsense; this fortress really is short on hands."
Looking at the battle before him, Fang Zheng couldn't help but furrow his brow. He could see clearly that after a demon beast lord had collapsed the wall with a light cannon, the first response of the people elsewhere was to rush to help. This was perfectly normal, after all, if the breach were not filled, then the demon beasts could charge in directly through it, rendering the other walls useless.
But the problem is... they're short on hands.
According to Fang Zheng's observations, the garrison at the Northern Fortress and those demon beasts were maintaining a fragile balance. This meant that the current troop numbers could just barely defend the walls, and if they were to reduce their numbers further, other places would be breached as well. Therefore, they couldn't afford to leave for the breach to provide support and had to continue fighting the demon creatures on the battlements.
