Hearing Zhao Hai's words, fan Minghui said, " "Reporting to Prefecture master, the ironclad Army has also suffered heavy casualties. There are nearly 20000 casualties."
Zhao Hai's expression was heavy as he nodded his head, " "Good. Quickly expand the size of the iron-armored Army. Our eyes can not only focus on those realms. Those realms are nothing. If they didn't have so many people, I would have destroyed them long ago. Our real enemies are the people from the martial gods realm." The crowd responded in unison.
"Alright, you may leave," Zhao Hai said in a deep voice. After that, they all turned around and left. Zhao Hai then stood up and left the conference room. The moment he entered his room, he was welcomed by his wives.
Zhao Hai looked at Laura and the others and could not help but smile, " "How are the preparations?"
