A Textbook Case of Shooting Yourself in the Foot

In Kong Deming's view, the Undead Empire would not be so foolish, nor would Qian Chaoguang be so reckless.

If he were standing in the enemy's shoes, he definitely would not launch an attack rashly before the artillery shells had run out, or before confirming that the other side had been severely damaged.

Ju Zi's thinking was far too wishful, even childish.

Did she think this was still the era when they could bully the Three Douluo Kingdoms through sheer military superiority?

The Undead Empire was indeed strong, but they were severely short on manpower.

Every loss would be difficult to replenish in a short time.

Under such circumstances, Qian Chaoguang would certainly be cautious.

Therefore, Kong Deming now felt extremely speechless and helpless.

Years of crushing weak opponents seemed to have made Ju Zi lose track of her place.

Back when she had not yet fully risen to power, she had clearly been rather careful.

Now she looked exactly like a gambler desperately trying to win back their losses at the table.

"Click."

As the door to the supreme command room shut with a crisp sound, Kong Deming was already gone.

He had not intended to make Ju Zi withdraw her order—at a time like this, there could only be one voice in the military.

If the two highest-ranking figures openly showed disagreement, this war, which already had little chance of victory, would have no chance at all.

However, that did not mean he approved of Ju Zi's actions.

It was too risky.

Kong Deming decided to contact the forces remaining in Mingdu and make preparations for the worst.

If something truly went wrong here, at least they would not be left without a path of retreat.

Even if the Mingdou Mountain Range fortress were abandoned and fell, the