Not only Zhuo Haoran, but all the military higher-ups present were stunned at first, then they started to curse.
"The little emperor still has a stubborn temper? Is he tired of living, or is he sitting on the Dragon Throne so badly that he can't wait for us to drive him down?"
"Damn it, where does the great Feng imperial court get their confidence from? the National Treasury is empty, the various places are in a mess, and even the supervisors are gone."
"Heh, since you're not afraid of death, then let's fight. When we reach the capital, the little emperor will be on his knees begging for mercy."
Ever since the supervisor was sealed and Qingzhou was invaded, the morale of the Yunzhou Army had reached its peak. They had even inflated their ego and thought that it was only a matter of time before they took the capital and entered the Central Plains.
Usually, when they talked about the Imperial court of Dafeng, their words were filled with disdain and disdain.
