"Boss, you've recovered?" Little Fatty looked at Sergei approaching.
Sergei hugged Little Fatty tightly, who had been recruiting and training soldiers during the recent period.
The last battle in the mine had wiped out half of the manpower, but now they had expanded back to over seventy subordinates.
"This is our next target, yes, we have to make a move on Tretov, it would be shameful to live without striking back.
You now need to organize all the manpower, this is the mine distribution map, arrange the forces yourself.
The number of guards is probably over fifty, Tretov probably won't expect us to take the initiative to counterattack.
His main forces are all at his iron mine, the other mines don't have many people arranged, and they lack discipline," Sergei said, taking out a piece of paper.
Little Fatty looked at it carefully, realizing that an ambush would give them a success rate of over ninety percent.
