Before everyone had time to tidy up the battlefield or pull themselves together, the indigenous scouts, who had been dispatched to observe follow-up situations, quickly returned to report their observations.
It seemed that the second mechanical vanguard team heading for the town had somehow received news of resistance encountered by the first vanguard team and had suddenly quickened its pace, not giving these injured defenders of the town a moment's respite.
"What should we do?" Kuang Xin, who was right beside Gong Yan, asked directly.
He only knew how to slash; apart from that, he offered no suggestions for anything else.
Sometimes empting one's mind was actually a quite comfortable experience.
"Retreat! Fall back to the second line of defense!"
There was no hesitating.
