Liu Zhenshan didn't speak. He still had the oil melons and the Blue Shadow Gao Cen, but none of that needed to be voiced. Anyway, he wouldn't leave unless he had killed eighteen thousand Mulanese—even if it meant his death.
"I agree with this decision as well! The Mulanese have no idea that Your Highness has a Space Ring, nor do they know that our supplies are running low, so we can certainly take a risk!" Staff General Pingtuo, out of a military officer's caution, weighed the matter carefully and still affirmed the suggestion.
Liu Zhenshan chuckled, turning to look at the two hundred large iron barrels stuck to the wall.
