"With aerial troops?"
The deputy general was shocked by his words.
The term "aerial troops" did not imply that soldiers would fly. Instead, soldiers were mounted on launchers and propelled across.
Although this method allowed them to send people across, it was extremely taxing on the human body. If not done carefully, it might result in casualties. However, those lucky enough to survive could potentially carve out a path for them.
"Your Highness, aerial troops are prohibited. It won't do you any good to use them," he advised.
"I said we'll use it, so we'll use it! Stop nagging! We must take down Zhan Beiye this time!" Ming Fucheng did not care about the consequences. How could a big shot be affected by such a small matter?
"Remember, the aerial troops must be comprised of elites. Select them yourself," he instructed.
"This… Yes."
When the deputy general saw that Ming Fucheng had decided, he knew it was useless to try dissuading him further. He could only agree.
