บท 1274: Let Ming Fucheng Play House

However, he was now told that Zhan Beiye had always been a step ahead on the battlefield. How could this not anger him? He wanted to kill these useless fools!

"What are you doing? The Zhan Military only has that many people. If you can't defeat them, why am I providing for you?" he shouted at the deputy generals.

A few deputy generals frowned and glanced at Ming Fucheng.

Were they being supported by a prince like Ming Fucheng? It was the Yueming Empire that was providing for them!

Moreover, Ming Fucheng was the one who started this war. How many people had died? Was it even countable?

They thought Ming Fucheng would give in after so many casualties, but they never expected him to be completely merciless. It was as if he did not care how many people had died. Nothing mattered as long as he was alive.

"Your Highness, the Zhanling Military is abnormally ferocious. Our army is no match for them. Moreover, our food supplies have—"