Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The loss of food and firearms would have already ignited Ming Fucheng’s explosive temper.
If he found out that Zhan Beiye had a triceratops… He would be beating and killing people for the next few months, let alone these few days. How were they supposed to live?
Ming Fucheng took a deep breath as he listened to the deputy generals’ discussion.
“Zhan Beiye’s power is growing!”
He was already convinced that the demonic beast that had carried Zhan Beiye and escaped his grasp was a triceratops because he had heard its angry roar.
He exhaled heavily and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
“Go and make preparations imdiately. I want to take down Zhan Beiye’s camp in the next few days!”
“What?!” The deputy generals widened their eyes.
They had suffered heavy losses. Instead of replenishing the rear, he wanted to initiate an attack?
Was Ming Fucheng crazy?
“Your Highness, half of the camp has been blown up, and many of the soldiers have been injured. If we attack now, it will be unfavorable for us,” a deputy general reminded Ming Fucheng softly.
“Unfavorable for us?” Ming Fucheng did not listen to him and shouted angrily, “Deputy General Li, do you think we’re no match for Zhanling Empire now? Huh?”
“No, no. I don’t an that.” Deputy General Li shook his head imdiately.
How could he dare to admit to such a serious allegation?
If he dared to say yes, Ming Fucheng would accuse him of undermining military morale. He could even be accused of being a spy for the enemy.
His lifeti of wisdom must not be ruined by this lunatic prince.
“Since you don’t have that intention, go and make preparations imdiately. We’ll attack the city tomorrow.” Ming Fucheng snorted and ordered.
The deputy generals looked at each other and could only nod in agreent. However, their faces revealed bitter smiles after they left the tent.
What could they do? They had encountered a prince like Ming Fucheng, and the Emperor doted on him so much. They would do whatever he said. “Forget it. Let’s go and prepare. I hope nothing else happens.”
“What else can go wrong? Hasn’t enough happened?”
There were no more food supplies or firearms. This was already a big problem. If sothing happened again, the enemy camp could capture people from their military camp.
A deputy general turned around and glanced at Ming Fucheng’s tent.
They did not know what he was thinking. Why did he have to fight Zhanling Empire? It was as if the lives of all the soldiers in this massive military camp were unimportant.
“There’s no more food. What should we do next?”
What should they do about the food supplies? Ming Fucheng was also thinking about this.
He did not care if the soldiers were hungry after so much food had been blown up, destroyed, and burned. However, he could not allow this to derail his efforts to capture Zhan Beiye.
He picked up his brush and prepared to send a letter to the capital imdiately, requesting that his father prepare more food supplies for him.
The border was so big. Would they run out of food for the ti being? He could just order soone to gather so food. He did not care about anything as long as he could continue dealing with Zhan Beiye..
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