Shalong Li Nuer, commander of the Greedy Wolf Legion, stood atop a high hill, staring in disbelief at a cluster of black dots slowly moving across the distant plain.
Only after watching those dots crawl across the plain for a long while did he swallow hard and turn to ask the legion's chief of staff, Aiwei Ruoang, "How about we... chase them?"
Chief of Staff Ruoang shook his head firmly. "No. The Northern Garrison's formation may not look particularly good, and their retreat is somewhat scattered, but their overall fighting strength remains intact. If we charge recklessly into a head-on clash, we might not gain anything. Besides... we have no way of knowing whether this is a trap they've set."
"Trap, my ass!" Li Nuer swung his arm forcefully. "That idiot prince has been dancing to our tune since the fighting started. His command is absolute dogshit. How could he possibly know how to lay a trap? If he were that capable, how could we have lured him here so easily?"
"Then how do you explain his decision to retreat at this particular moment?" Chief of Staff Ruoang pointed at the mass of black dots on the distant plain that represented the Lampari Kingdom's Northern Garrison. "They only needed to advance another two kilometers to walk straight into our encirclement. Yet he chose to retreat at precisely this distance, leaving us unable to either stay here or pursue them. To me, that looks so clever it's almost as if he's deliberately toying with us."
"Fuck!" Li Nuer cursed viciously and cast a resentful glance at the slowly retreating Northern Garrison, but in the end, he still gave no order to pursue.
As Ruoang had said, the Northern Garrison had suddenly chosen to withdraw at this delicate moment and distance. He