This situation doesn't seem like a food shortage.

In an army that is short of food, morale is low and soldiers are panicking. How can they possibly be in the mood to fight?

Doubt is like a monstrous insect gnawing at your heart, but a massive failure immediately shatters that notion.

He refused to believe his own doubts and planned to press on with all his might, for victory was just around the corner.

"Report..."

A small group of cavalrymen, covered in blood, charged up from behind. The leader, a fierce warrior, shouted in a disheveled manner, "Your Majesty, our rear defense line has been attacked by the Song army, and we have suffered heavy losses!"

"What!" Wanyan Chamu cried out like a startled wild beast.

Another cavalryman, disheveled and exhausted, collapsed in front of them, covered in blood: "Your Majesty, the losses at the front are heavy!"

Wanyan Chamu's face immediately turned red, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

How is that possible!

Wasn't the Song army short of food?

The Song army has abandoned Shencheng!

How could anyone possibly withstand their own iron cavalry head-on!

Have I fallen for a trap?

Wanyan Chamu, whose mind was filled with muscle, finally realized what was happening.

If Wanyan Aguda knew that the empire he had worked so hard to build had ended up like this, he would probably be so angry that he would die again.

"Damn it! We've fallen for that scoundrel emperor's trick! Retreat!"

"Your Majesty..."

Someone tried to remind him that as the commander-in-chief, he shouldn't casually order a retreat, otherwise everyone would be at a loss for what to do. But he had already done so.

His outburst immediately threw everyone into chaos.

"Protect me first, everyone! Let me go!"

Some loyal knights were still surrounding Wanyan Chamu.

The news of the disastrous defeats at both the front and rear lines could no longer be concealed and spread among the Jin army like a plague.

The 150,000-strong army, the last remaining force of the Jin Dynasty, lost its fighting power on the vast plains, becoming bewildered and helpless, and turned into lambs to the slaughter.

The shadows cast by the clouds in the sky blocked out the sunlight, and in the shadows, the newly sprouted grass was completely soaked in blood.