"Sir Ren, they have already withdrawn and are in the middle of their return journey."
When Ren Baqian heard the sound from the walkie-talkie, he first looked toward the two big barracks and saw that there weren't any Great Xia soldiers rushing out. Besides, on such a dark night, the aboriginals were able to better display their capabilities.
Furthermore, the two Great Xia barracks only now barely managed to quiet down. He reckoned that attending to their casualties, fighting fires, and assembling their disordered soldiers should keep them busy for quite some time.
"The task is complete, so withdraw." Ren Baqian ordered people to carry the mortars, machine gun, and the ammunition boxes while slowly withdrawing. When they arrived back in the city, the gates were wide open and everyone entered one after another.
Shortly after everyone returned to the city commander's residence, the casualties were also reported back as well.
