Everyone looked to the only person before them who could take charge: Deputy General Zhang Yun.
"Zhang Yun, say something! Should we flee or surrender? We'll listen to you!"
Keep fighting the enemy? Even if they were given ten times the courage, they would not dare.
That would be suicide!
"...I think we should surrender. We can't win, and even if we run, where could we possibly go?"
An army of more than two hundred thousand had been routed in an instant.
Even if they fled back to Danya, they would not escape reckoning and punishment.
Besides, judging by the enemy's current combat strength,
Danya was only barely hanging on, making a desperate final stand.
Once the enemy launched their full counteroffensive, defeat would only be a matter of time.
So why should they throw away their lives for a power that was bound to perish?
They all had families to support, and none of them came from powerful clans.
There was no need to fight the enemy to the bitter end. It was meaningless.
Hearing Zhang Yun's words, everyone let out a breath of relief.
Clearly, everyone was satisfied with this decision. There was not the slightest resistance.
"Deputy General Zhang Yun has made an excellent decision. I agree!"
"I agree too. This isn't a battle any human being can fight!"
"I agree. We're just private soldiers recruited by those noble clans. Those great clans value money and resources above all else. There's no need for us to throw away our lives over that little bit of pay and stand against them!"
Voices of agreement rose one after another among those present, as everyone voiced their grievances and opinions.
The private soldiers of the noble clans were also divided into ranks.
And they were clearly inferior to the