"So there really was such a saying. This is retreating in order to advance, right?" Senior Brother Hai mused. Ruan Qiushui smiled faintly. Seeing that they were more or less on the same page, she could not be bothered to argue.
The army led by Zhao Jing continued retreating. Thanks to Ruan Qiushui and Jiufang Tao's explanations, everyone began looking forward to Zhao Jing's performance again. Yet even so, after rallying several times, Zhao Jing still could not confront the enemy pursuers head-on. They abandoned their helmets and armor all along the way—it could only be described as a crushing defeat.
"This... watching this is making my blood pressure shoot through the roof. This guy..." Senior Brother Hai could not help rubbing his temples.
"If you don't understand, why are you worrying for nothing? How can he turn things around without suffering a thorough defeat?" Senior Brother Yan waved his hand. Seeing someone needle him, Senior Brother Hai naturally refused to let it go. He immediately retorted, "You understand? If he keeps losing, there won't even be room to maneuver. The enemy will be like a sharp knife stabbing straight into their heart!"
"Hmph." Senior Brother Yan did not know how to refute him either, so he could only wear an expression that said he would stand firm as a rock.
The battle line seemed ready to collapse at the slightest touch by this point. Zhao Jing had lost the ability to resist, and the defensive line shrank violently. Many cities were handed straight to the enemy, allowing them to surge deep into the territory and even approach the crucial defensive zones.
At this point, in what seemed to be the turning point of the battle, like the clash of the main forces in the initial match, Zhao Jing once