Old Foes Finally Meet

The Fated Rivals Finally Meet. At this moment, their own army's morale had been battered and their fighting spirit had plummeted, while the Western Zhou soldiers were brimming with unstoppable momentum and towering battle intent.

He understood perfectly well that if he stubbornly insisted on leaving the city for a field battle, he would only suffer a crushing defeat, needlessly waste troops, and have no chance whatsoever of turning the tide.

Watching the Western Zhou army outside the city brazenly challenge them, their arrogance blazing high, Chong Houhu felt stifled and unwilling to accept it, yet ultimately did not dare rashly go forth to fight again.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he endured the humiliation and shouted sharply, "All troops, withdraw! Return to the city and hold it!"

Atop the city walls, Shen Gongbao quietly looked down over the entire city, taking in Chong Houhu's bedraggled retreating forces. A cold, mocking smile slowly curled at his lips.

"Heh heh." He sneered inwardly. "With such paltry skill, he still dared to test me while drunk at that banquet the other day, dreaming of sidelining me and seizing my military authority. Truly foolish beyond saving."

He had no interest in remaining on the walls to watch Chong Houhu clean up the mess. Turning around, he left directly.

He was neither anxious nor flustered.

Now that the situation had crumbled and the war had become a complete mess, Chong Houhu could no longer hold on alone. Sooner or later, he would lower himself and come begging Shen Gongbao for help.

After returning to the city, Chong Houhu, consumed by shame and fury, flew into a rage within his residence and vented every bit of resentment from his defeat.

Once his anger had subsided somewhat, he hastily gathered his generals and held