The Situation

Fang Wenshi was experiencing a Northern Court-style debate for the first time, and he realized he was completely outmatched.

Dudun's small group wasn't particularly eloquent. Fang Wenshi was confident he could tear their arguments to shreds, but every time he opened his mouth, his voice was drowned out by their rough shouts.

A general who supported Dudun stood right in front of him, swaying his massive frame and taking a step or two now and then. Fang Wenshi had put on quite a bit of weight, but he was still about as strong as before. He couldn't push the man aside or dodge him, and was gradually forced toward a corner.

"Listen to me..." Fang Wenshi was getting anxious. The generals had no interest in fighting, and the refuge Dudun had promised was immensely tempting.

"You idiots..." Fang Wenshi's curses were inaudible even to himself, and he nearly stumbled into the obstacle in front of him.

Dudun knew well how to rouse the men of the grasslands. He dressed retreating and holding their ground up as tactics and courage. "So what if Luoluo has a million troops? He can't break through Tongtian Pass's walls, and he can't beat the winter snow. We'll send him back the same way he came!"

"Right! Luoluo thinks he caught us by surprise, so let's simply refuse to fight him."

"We're Northern Court cavalry, not a stiff Central Plains army. We advance when it's time to advance and retreat when it's time to retreat. Even the Old Khan King retreated back in the day. All that matters is winning in the end."

More officers arrived without being invited. They weren't qualified to speak, but whenever someone voiced support for Dudun's side, they would shout their approval.

Fang Wenshi had no choice but to seek