Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Originally, because of the loss of food, grass and firearms, Ming Fucheng should have lost his temper immediately. If he was allowed to think that Zhan Beiye had a triceratops in his hands...

So how should they live their lives? Not to mention these days, even these few months, Ming Fucheng has to beat and kill people at every turn.

Listening to the discussions among several lieutenants, Ming Fucheng took a deep breath.

"Zhan Beiye's original strength is really getting bigger and bigger!"

In his heart, he already believed that the monster that hunched over Zhan Beiye and escaped from his palm was a triceratops, because at that time he also heard the roar of the triceratops.

"call!"

He exhaled heavily and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"You go and prepare immediately. I will capture Zhan Beiye's camp in the next few days!"

"What?!"

When several lieutenants heard his words, their eyes widened.

The losses on their side are not heavy. At this time, instead of filling up the rear first, they want to take the initiative to attack?

Is Ming Fucheng crazy?

"Your Majesty, less than half of the camp was bombed, and many soldiers were injured. If we attack the city at this time, it will be detrimental to us."

A deputy general reminded Ming Fucheng in a low voice.

"What's bad for us?"

How could Ming Fucheng listen to him and shouted angrily.

"Vice General Li, do you think we are no longer opponents of the Zhan Ling Empire? Huh?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that."

Vice General Li immediately shook his head. Such a big pot was thrown at him. How could he dare to answer even a single word?

I expected that if he dared to say yes, he would be accused by the prince of disturbing the morale of the army, and he might even be accused of being a spy sent by the enemy.

His wise life cannot be ruined by this madman-like prince in front of him.

"It's fine if you don't mean it. Go prepare immediately and attack the city tomorrow." Ming Fucheng gave the order with a cold snort.

Hearing this, the lieutenants looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they could only nod in agreement, but when they left the camp in Mingfucheng, they all showed bitter smiles.

What can they do, when they meet such a prince, the emperor still dotes on Ming Fucheng so much, and whatever he says is what he says.

"Forget it, go get ready. I hope there won't be any more trouble."

"What else can cause trouble? Wasn't it... big enough before?"

The food, grass and firearms are all gone. This chaos is already big enough. If there is another chaos, I'm afraid someone in the military camp will be captured by the enemy camp, right?

A lieutenant turned around and glanced at the tent in Mingfucheng.

I don't know what this man thinks. He has to fight this battle with the Zhan Ling Empire. Now it seems that the lives of all the soldiers in this huge military camp are not important.

"The food and grass are gone, what should we do next?"

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What should I do with the food and grass? Ming Fucheng is also thinking about what to do with the food and grass.

So much food and grass had been bombed, destroyed, and burned. He didn't care whether the soldiers were hungry or not, but if it affected his ability to win Zhan Beiye, then that was not okay.

He picked up his pen and prepared to send a letter to the capital immediately, asking his father to prepare more food and grass for him.

As for these days, the border is so big, is there even no food? Just order someone to get some and bring them back. As long as he can continue to deal with Zhan Beiye, he doesn't care about anything.