"Even if we barbarians breach Wild Goose Pass, we'll pay a terrible price. When Great Xuan sends more troops to counterattack, we'll lose more than we gain."
The high priest nodded and considered for a while.
"You are right, Khan. You love your people as your own children."
"With Eternal Heaven above, we must not fight a battle we aren't sure of winning."
"Great Xuan's morale is soaring now, and Su Fei's prestige is growing by the day. If we force an attack, we'll only batter our heads bloody. Better to withdraw for now and await an opportunity. Once turmoil rises within Great Xuan again, it won't be too late to attack Wild Goose Pass."
Batu fell silent for a moment and looked up at the wind and snow outside the tent. Finally, he gritted his teeth and gave the order.
"Very well. We'll follow the high priest's advice and return empty-handed this time."
"Pass on my orders. The entire army is to withdraw to Black Stone Mountain Pasture. Without my command, no one is to come within a hundred li of Wild Goose Pass."
The personal guards outside the tent received the order and immediately sounded the ox-horn retreat signal.
The low horn calls echoed across the snowy plain. The fifty thousand barbarian troops gathered outside Wild Goose Pass began methodically packing up their tents and bringing back their warhorses.
Once all this was done.
The barbarian army slowly withdrew deeper into the northern frontier.
The barbarian banners gradually receded, and the dark clouds of war hanging over Wild Goose Pass gradually dispersed with the army's withdrawal.
On the walls of Wild Goose Pass, Great Xuan's defenders had been watching the barbarian camp closely. When they saw the barbarian troops begin breaking camp and their banners slowly moving away.