Zheng Fan pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced at Jin Shuke, who was kneeling and looked utterly exhausted. Truth be told, being able to promptly report the situation at the front line was a great merit in itself. This barbarian soldier had indeed given him quite the surprise. Knowing the situation at the front line even a day sooner was essential for their reaction here.
"You may rest. Your service will be remembered."
"I am willing to die for the General!"
Jin Shuke immediately kowtowed and then said, "This general requests permission to withdraw."
He was truly exhausted, utterly spent.
After Jin Shuke left, Zheng Fan's gaze swept over the many demon kings present, and he asked, "A Cheng, how many troops can we mobilize?"
"Ten thousand," Liang Cheng answered straightforwardly.
