Some people even complained that Shen Yuhan was a deserter.

"My Lord, the enemy's scouts have already discovered us. They will attack again tonight."

Deputy General He Xiao stepped forward to report, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Yes, my Lord, the enemy is pressing forward, and we are fighting and retreating at the same time. Many soldiers are feeling uneasy."

"And the people on the border... are already complaining." Another general added.

Shen Yuhan nodded slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He knew that all this was within his expectations.

The enemy's attacks grew more and more eager, and the complaints of the people on the frontier were a natural reaction to his retreat.

On the surface, it seemed as if he was in a desperate situation.

They were defeated step by step and lost all the power to fight back.

"So what if they blame me?"

Shen Yuhan's voice was not loud, but it revealed a steady strength. "All this is just an appearance."

He Xiao frowned, his face full of confusion: "My Lord, I know you have your own plans."

"But now our army's morale is gradually declining. If we retreat further, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold our ground."

Shen Yuhan smiled slightly, his expression unchanged: "Of course I know. But this is exactly the situation we need."

All the generals in the tent were stunned, obviously not fully understanding Shen Yuhan's intention.

Shen Yuhan walked to the map and lightly traced an area with his finger. His voice remained steady, "The enemy now thinks they have a sure win. The more hasty their attack, the more flaws they will expose."

"Our retreat is just giving them a false impression of victory. When they get here—"

He pointed to a wasteland on the map. "That's the best time for us to strike back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a horn suddenly sounded outside the tent.