Song Army Withdraws

The familiar road—the road home!

Luo Zhao sat on horseback with a gloomy face, unusually silent.

He had come full of high spirits, with lofty ambitions to win an unparalleled achievement for Song Kingdom, with the bearing of asking who among the heroes under heaven could rival him!

He had crossed Eastern River smoothly, sweeping forward like bamboo splitting under a blade. Everything had gone according to his expectations. Yet ever since Meng Shanming formally took command of the eastern campaign, everything had changed. His lofty ambitions had suffered blow after blow. Now, not only had he returned empty-handed, but his future was shrouded in dark clouds.

He knew someone was waiting for him. The man he had never faced head-on was waiting for him—Meng Shanming was waiting for him!

He had withdrawn, not because he had received Song Kingdom's imperial edict ordering a retreat.

When the first assault on the city had been thwarted, he had sensed something was wrong. After the second all-out assault had failed as well, he had not lost his head. He immediately realized that Yan Capital, which he had originally believed would crumble at a single blow, had shown an immense determination to resist. It had gathered vast manpower and resources for the defense. It was not a city that could be taken in a short time.

Two attacks—no, there had been three. There had also been the initial all-out assault by the vanguard troops!

Across those three full-scale assaults, one hundred and eighty thousand sons of Song Kingdom had died.

As they climbed Yan Capital's towering walls, one hundred and eighty thousand sons of Song Kingdom had fallen, their blood staining every inch of ground beneath the walls red!

With the troops in his hands, if he continued attacking, he would eventually be