บท 1238: What Should We Do Next?

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 immediately. 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?