"Not to mention," "all over a hundred of us are professional mercenaries and Guard Squad members. Once armed, our combat effectiveness will certainly far exceed that of the ordinary Mountain People. Even the trained Mountain Huntsmen would hardly stand a chance against us in terms of sheer weaponry."
"So."
Ian said this as he raised his hand, "What we need to think about is how to solve our disadvantage in manpower—forming a small squad to cut off their supplies is the first step, weakening the endurance of the Mountain People."
"What's even more important is that we must learn to rely on 'heaven' to fight."
"Heaven?"
Everyone was taken aback, even Green Tide, who had heard Ian mention this term before, seemed puzzled: "Boss, what do you mean by heaven... exactly?"
"Weather. And luck."
Ian simply explained: "In fact, weather can actually be controlled... Have you ever heard of 'artificial rainfall'?"
"I've heard of it..."
