With his supplies destroyed and his army running out of food, he was caught in a dilemma and found himself in dire straits.

"General, what... what do we do now?"

The lieutenant asked tremblingly, knowing that Zhao Xuan must be in a terrible mood at the moment.

Zhao Xuan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He suppressed his anger and said with a grim face:

"Pass down the order: the entire army shall immediately break camp and retreat to Beixiang!"

"But...General...it's pouring rain now, the roads are muddy, and...and..."

The lieutenant hesitated, not daring to continue.

"And what?" Zhao Xuan roared.

"And...and with the supplies destroyed, the soldiers...the soldiers have lost all motivation..."

The lieutenant said tremblingly.

Zhao Xuan fell silent; he knew the deputy general was telling the truth.

The situation is worse than he imagined.

"General, perhaps... perhaps we should... sue for peace with Lu Yan?"

Another lieutenant cautiously suggested.

"A plea for peace?!" Zhao Xuan's eyes widened, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You want me to beg for peace with that damned Lu Yan?!"

"Even if I, Zhao Xuan, die, I will never bow down to him!"

"But...General...if...if we don't sue for peace...we...we..."

The lieutenant dared not say any more.

He knew Zhao Xuan's temperament and also knew how dangerous the current situation was.

Zhao Xuan paced back and forth, feeling anxious and uneasy.

He knew that the situation was very difficult.

If they do not seek peace, the army will likely be completely annihilated.

But if he sought peace, he couldn't swallow his anger.