"Reporting to the Great General! The people we sent have already caught up with the Rouran Cavalry and engaged in battle. About two hundred were injured and had to retreat."
A military general with a face full of stubble hurriedly entered the main general's tent of the border army, urgently clasped his hands, and reported.
Having endured days without proper food and sleep, General Fan's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety and anger. Upon hearing the report, he furrowed his brows heavily and shouted in anger, "Who ordered them to retreat? Issue my command to continue the pursuit!"
The military general pleaded softly for his comrades, "Please calm your anger, Great General. It's not that we wanted to retreat; it's the Rouran Barbarians that are too brutal, killing with wild eyes. Our brothers truly can't hold on. If we don't retreat back to the city, everyone we sent will perish there."
