Finally, all the boxes were placed in front of Vincent and he looked at them each, scrunitizing every single gun in the box.
"I'll need 20 men to go with me." Vincent announced, the people surrounding him wanted to murmur, but couldn't due to their fear of Vincent.
The enemy were way more than 20, probably 50-80, what is the boss thinking then, does he want them dead?
"What? Anyone has a problem with that?" Vincent stared at the men when he noticed their reluctance.
It is best to go in a small group so that they will not be noticed by the enemy easily.
"No boss." As expected, they were to chicken to say a word of protest.
"Good, now start preparing." Vincent ordered coldly, and the men immediately scurried off to go do as they were told and prepare for the upcoming battle.
