"What, we are retreating?" Zhao Xi, still lying on a stretcher, was so shocked by the news he nearly sat up.
He forced himself to hold back, still laying down, but his eyes widened, and his pupils darted around.
"Since the start of the war, our army has held the advantage and the enemy has been thoroughly defeated. This defeat rests on Du Tiechuan, being assassinated twice by Young Master Shengxu, an absolute disgrace!"
Zhao Xi was so angry that he clenched his fists and ground his teeth.
"The Ginseng Whisker Dragon King hasn't even joined the battle, yet we've lost."
"My military exploits, my military exploits..."
Zhao Xi lamented internally, knowing that due to this defeat, his return to the capital would be hard to justify.
Previously, he had used his supervisor powers to seize authority amid Du Tiechuan's recovery, which allowed him to succeed initially.
But his performance afterward was far from outstanding.