Textbook Level Shooting Yourself in the Foot, Four Thousand Words

In Kong Deming's view, the Undead Empire would not be that stupid, and Qian Chaoguang would not be that reckless.

If he put himself in the enemy's position, before the shells had been used up, or before confirming that the other side had already been severely damaged, he definitely would not launch an attack rashly.

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

Did she think this was still a matter of bullying the Douluo Three Kingdoms through overwhelming force?

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

Every person they lost would be difficult to replace in a short period of time.

Under such circumstances, Qian Chaoguang would definitely be cautious and prudent.

Therefore, Kong Deming now felt utterly speechless, and helpless as well.

Years and years of stomping weaklings seemed to have made Ju Zi lose all sense of who held the real cards.

Back then, before she had fully risen to power, she had clearly been relatively cautious.

Now she looked exactly like a gambler at the table, desperate to win back her losses.

"Click."

With the crisp sound of the Highest Command Operations Room's door closing, Kong Deming was already gone.

He had no intention of telling Ju Zi to stop the order—at a time like this, there could only be one voice in the army.

If the two people with the highest status openly showed disagreement, then this war, which already had little chance of victory, would not even have a ten percent chance left.

But that did not mean he approved of Ju Zi's approach.

It was too risky.

Kong Deming decided to contact the forces left behind in Mingdu and personally make plans and preparations for the worst.

If something really went wrong here, they would at