General Harbor, drenched in sweat and pale as a ghost, shouted with all his might.
The officers beside him stared at him blankly for a second, then simultaneously shouted urgently:
"Send the order! Withdraw the troops!!!"
Following closely behind.
"Waaah!"
"Waaah!"
"Waaah!"
The sharp bugle call for retreat sounded one after another.
By this time, the darkness of the night had gradually faded, but the eastern sky under the cold winter sky was a pale, gloomy white.
The sun had not yet risen, the shelling had not stopped, and the flames of war were still burning.
The corpses outside the Yan army's position were piled up densely, and blood and flesh almost covered the entire ground. Even though the wind had picked up, it could not dispel the thick, almost tangible, smell of blood.
The thick smoke almost blotted out the sun, so even though the east was already bright, the place remained dark and gloomy.
On the ground, the Golgar soldiers who heard the order to retreat did not hesitate at all. They turned and ran, their heavy feet moving at lightning speed, making them almost like swift runners.
As Klein said before tonight's battle began:
The soldiers were somewhat exhausted, but with an urgent battle looming ahead, they were still able to squeeze out every last drop of their physical potential to fight.
Charging towards death may not necessarily push soldiers to their physical limits, but their desire to live will certainly drive them to use every ounce of their strength to escape.
In the Yan army's position, Qin Ze watched as the Golt soldiers in front of him fled frantically back, and he said expressionlessly:
"Leaving so soon? But it's not over yet."
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