Although Shen Gongbao had an army of five hundred thousand and over a hundred generals under his command, to him, they were only good for putting on a show and intimidating people. If he truly intended to rely on them, he probably would not even know how he died in the end.
Since that was the case, what should he do?
Shen Gongbao made his decision almost without hesitation—return to Kunlun Mountain and ask for reinforcements.
He was not the Jiang Ziya of history, who had to wait until the enemy had practically beaten the hell out of him before remembering to ask for help.
For Shen Gongbao, asking for reinforcements when he felt he could not win was perfectly normal, was it not? Knowing he could not win and still insisting on fighting first just to test things out was something only an idiot would do.
Thus, on the very first day the Xiqi army reached Sishui Pass, Shen Gongbao ordered the army to withdraw thirty li and wait for him to bring back reinforcements from Kunlun Mountain.
As for whether this would affect the Xiqi army's morale—Shen Gongbao felt that they were merely a bunch of tools. Whether their morale was high or low, they could still be used. What difference did it make?
It could only be said that if Shen Gongbao truly abandoned the five hundred thousand troops here and went off to seek help, then the Xiqi army, which had inexplicably retreated thirty li before even fighting and did not even know where its commander had run off to, would definitely see its morale plummet to rock bottom.
Fortunately, Primordial Heavenly Venerate clearly knew exactly what sort of person this disciple of his was. Thus, after learning that Shen Gui had stationed a group of