"General, the Qi Army has caught up with us,"
The soldiers of the Northern Yong Army from Bingzhou City had already begun to withdraw in succession, and once the main force of the Qi Army entered the city, they would soon be able to take control of it.
Xiao Cheng had suffered a blow this time, and naturally, he wouldn't let it go without retaliation—pursuit was certain to follow.
But for them to be this fast was somewhat unexpected.
Pei Jue stood on the deck, facing the wind and watching the Qi Army surge towards the shore, silent.
"Formation!" Shi Yin shouted forcefully, commanding with confidence.
"Hold them back!"
When it came to campaigning in the field, storming cities, and retreating in defeat, the Northern Yong Army had a set of familiar formations ready for various situations—heavy cavalry, light cavalry, shieldmen, archers, each fulfilling their roles, standing by in strict formation.
"Your Majesty!"