The steward took out a note from his pocket, rolled up some tobacco leaf with saliva, lit it, and inhaled deeply.
"Captain, what's our next mission?"
Since receiving the order, Tenishev's brow has been tightly furrowed, unable to relax for a long time.
"It's the Putilov Factory."
"What?"
The steward widened his eyes: "The insurgents have taken over the factory?"
"Yes."
Tenishev's expression was very grave; the Putilov Factory is located in the Narva District of Saint Petersburg, employing over forty thousand exempt workers!
Apart from the Floating Airships, they can produce everything from basic rifles, ammunition, various caliber artillery, infantry armor, to Land Cruisers.
The steward forced a smile: "Surely not all workers have joined the rebels?"
Forty thousand exempt workers are all able-bodied men.
If it weren't for the fact that their work is extremely exhausting and irreplaceable, the gentlemen wouldn't mercifully grant them 'exemption from service.'
