"them...."

Before he could finish speaking, Mokodin waved his hand, signaling him to stop.

The general sighed heavily, shifting his gaze from Mokodin to the dejected soldiers behind him.

He shouted in a loud voice, "Don't be discouraged!"

"We fell into their trap today, which is why we couldn't defeat them! If we had known they had such weapons, we would never have lost!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear any agreement from the soldiers.

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, their eyes mostly devoid of light.

The daytime battle was too brutal. If they had been outmatched in a real fight, that would have been one thing, but they were routed without even engaging the enemy in direct combat.

This was a complete failure.

Completely unable to defend themselves, this attack was purely a matter of passively taking hits.

Those boulders and the power of the iron-feathered arrows were simply too great. How could flesh and blood possibly withstand such an attack?

And with such an enemy, and a large army, what will they use to fight them next?

Tu Yuanjun's morale had plummeted, and in this state, they would be unable to fight a direct confrontation.

The lieutenant knew that things would be over if things continued like this, so he looked at Mokhdin again: "Marshal, this can't go on."

"How should we proceed in battle against the Prince of Zhenbei?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mitri, standing to the side, said coldly, "What's the point of fighting?"

"They have better weapons than us, so there's no way to fight them."

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant sneered inwardly.

He had previously held Mitri in high esteem, but after today's battle, his opinion of him had changed somewhat.

At this moment, Mokhadin raised his head and said, "Let's go back to the camp first."

"Today's battle is a crushing defeat that I, Mokhadin, have never experienced before."

"Right now, the only option is to return to China and make further plans later."