"I only have 20,000 people now. However, there are at least 100,000 rebels in City B. 20,000 vs 100,000…"
Thinking of these 100,000 people, in addition to the killers from the Wute Organization who were now blocking the entire city's network and fighting against her man, Zhong Nuannuan felt very uncomfortable, as if she had been scratched by a cat.
"20,000 people are enough, go to war."
"But…"
"No buts!" Zhong Nuannuan's dagger-like gaze shot towards Venato. "Our country also has a saying 'doing something when least expected', and another saying that goes 'A man of great ambition does not bother with trifles'. Forget 20,000, even 2,000 can fight this battle! Calling those people in City B rebels is being nice, to put it bluntly, they're guerrillas and mobsters! How many guns and rounds of ammunition can they have? They're just a few pieces of rat poop; As a major general, how can you back down?"
