"Your Majesty, we now only have one option: retreat first, preserve our strength, and then plan our next move later."

Upon hearing this, Ashoka nodded. This was the only option left; to send them on a fight would mean certain death.

Ashoka had originally planned to join forces with these northern barbarians to besiege Han Xin's camp.

But these northern barbarians were beaten so badly.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and Han Xin and his men quickly turned the tide.

Ashoka could only sigh deeply at this thought, and then he waved his hand dismissively.

"Pass down the order: everyone prepare to retreat."

The group quickly retreated to the south.

Just then.

A deafening drumbeat echoed from Han Xin's military camp.

Several white eagles soared into the sky and flew towards Ashoka's direction.

King Ashoka was greatly surprised when he saw this, and he quickly turned around to look up at the sky.

The white eagles soon began to circle continuously above Ashoka's head.

King Ashoka was horrified when he saw it.

"Damn it, they must have spotted us. If we retreat now, our ranks will be in complete disarray."

"If they attack, we will have no chance to stop them. Pass down the order to stop the retreat."

None of the soldiers under Ashoka wanted to fight.

Many soldiers also witnessed what happened last night.

These soldiers knew that if they continued fighting, they would only face death.