Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He was not sure if Ming Fucheng had gone crazy because of him in recent days, but he had been sending troops to provoke the Zhanling Military Camp frequently.
In just a few days, there were no less than 30 battles.
He had suffered significant losses on his side, but Ming Fucheng fared even worse. Over twice as many soldiers had died. Was he not taking the lives of the soldiers in his camp seriously?
“Are they trying to crush the Zhanling Military with that little military strength?”
Even if that were true, it would depend on his ability to do so. Despite having fewer troops than the Yueming Empire, Zhanling Military Camp’s combat strength far outweighed that of the Yueming Military Camp.
If that was Ming Fucheng’s plan, he had miscalculated.
“Relay my orders. Be on high alert for a possible attack by the Yueming Military. Prepare all of our firearms. If they dare to co again, don’t wait for orders—use the firearms against them imdiately,” he instructed the deputy general beside him.
Yueming Empire was not the only country with firearms. They possessed so too. However, his “good” father had deliberately given him a few firearms to make things difficult for him. The others could not be transported imdiately, so he had to wait.
They treated him like food. Did they think he was a fool and a pushover?
“Yes, Marshal,” the deputy general replied and left.
He had been having a headache over the past few days. Ming Fucheng was like a crazy person who could co over and bite him at any ti.
Everyone was very nervous. They were worried that the Yueming Military would attack them if they took a nap, let alone sleep.
They had never used firearms in earlier battles. Now that the Marshal had given orders to use them, there was no need to wait.
“Trash! All of you are trash!”
Ming Fucheng was fuming in the Yueming Military Camp.
He launched several covert and public attacks, but he was unable to seriously harm Zhan Beiye. There was not even a scratch on the border of the Zhanling Empire.
How could he not be angry? He was so angry that he wanted to kill Zhan Beiye.
However, Zhan Beiye was in Zhanling Military Camp, making it impossible to bring him over now. Hence, he beca even angrier and could only lash out at those around him.
“I don’t believe it! Is Zhanling Military Camp that powerful? Are they indestructible by blades and fire? Relay my orders. Deploy all the troops. I’ll definitely take down Fu City and make Zhan Beiye suffer.”
Fu City is the major border city where Zhan Beiye was currently located. If this city was lost, even if Zhan Beiye was not captured, the Emperor of the Zhanling Empire would undoubtedly punish him.
When the ti ca, many people would add insults to injury to Zhan Beiye. Ming Fucheng simply had to sit back and reap the benefits.
“Your Highness, our soldiers have suffered a lot in the past few days. We should rest for a few days before—”
“Shut up!” Ming Fucheng interrupted the deputy general.
He did not care about their lives. So what if they all died? As long as Zhan Beiye could die, he could not care less.
“Didn’t you hear my orders? Do it.”
“This… Yes, I understand.” The deputy general hesitated for a mont before agreeing.
When he turned around and left the tent, he could not help but sigh softly. He had never seen a commander who did not take human lives seriously..
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