At this moment, no one could answer Fang La.
Everyone lowered their heads, staring at their own feet.
Then Prime Minister Fang Fei suddenly said, "Holy Duke, we should hurry back to our homeland. We can still hold out for some time in the mountains there and wait for an opportunity."
"Yes, for now, we can only retreat first. As long as the green hills remain, there'll always be firewood to burn," his son Fang Hao echoed.
Fang La then sighed. "Heaven is destroying me!"
"Then let us withdraw first."
At this point, only a few county towns remained under his control. Even Hang City was gone, much less those county towns. In history, he had chosen to retreat as well.
They secretly packed their belongings, concealed their plans from many of their miscellaneous followers, and quietly led their trusted men out of the city at night, heading toward the mountain ravines of their homeland.
On the road.
Inside the swaying carriage, Fang La felt dazed and dizzy.
At that moment, his son Fang Hao, beside him, suddenly said, "Father, I'm certain that Strategist has been meddling behind the scenes!"
"He said before that we could only hold out for a few short months before failing."
"He also said Father's kingly fortune would last only a few months."
Fang La looked at him, his expression shifting unpredictably.
"How could he have been so certain? He must have secretly tipped off the Song Bandits. That is why he was so sure we would fail sooner or later."
Hearing this, Fang La immediately furrowed his brow, clenched his fists, and wore an expression of resentment mixed with hatred.
At this moment, he was just like Yuan Shao.
After failing, rather than reflecting on his own problems, he desperately sought an outlet to