"Retreat! We can't stay here; otherwise, we'll be overwhelmed."
Erminuo's face was stricken with panic as he shouted loudly to Jia Siwei at his side. Jia Siwei felt a surge of disdain in his heart, but he managed to maintain a respectful demeanor on his face.
"We can't retreat immediately. These puppets are not adept at speed; they excel at positional warfare. If we make a hasty retreat, our formation will be entirely broken, and there's no way we could run away."
Jia Siwei spoke while controlling his own troops, retreating steadily and calmly in battle.
After a while, Erminuo finally overcame his initial panic. He began to regret his actions—if he had not hurriedly fled earlier and had acted like Jia Siwei, perhaps things would not have been so disheveled.
With those puppets blocking and the hired men, perhaps they could have even turned defeat into victory.
But it was all too late now. Those damn mercenaries had all run off—despicable cowards.
