The Jin army's heavily armored infantry moved swiftly, kicking up yellow sand and dust amid bursts of fire. Yun Poxing gripped the reins tightly as his warhorse, panicked, spun on the spot. His eyes darted around frantically, seeing only the frightened, disheveled Xiliang soldiers and the Jin soldiers howling like hungry wolves.
The Jin army advanced and retreated in an organized manner, just as they had practiced on the opposite bank earlier today. They seamlessly combined formations and melees, slaughtering his Xiliang soldiers without giving them a moment to catch their breath.
It's over! All is lost!
If all the Xiliang soldiers he brought with all his national strength perished by his hand, he could never be forgiven, no matter how many deaths he suffered.
The flames reflected on Yun Poxing's pale face. He had no time to consider whether there were ambushes in the Chuanling Mountains. Drawing his sword, he shouted hoarsely, "Retreat! Retreat immediately!"