Some generals showed an expression of intolerance, "General... have you already decided to retreat?"
The other generals had nothing to say.
Indeed, what else could be done if not retreating?
Twelve golden placards, plus the sternly worded imperial edict, essentially meant that failure to retreat would be equivalent to the great crime of plotting rebellion.
Zhao Haiping surveyed the generals.
He was just a passerby in this slice of history, unable to know every Deputy General under his command as intimately as General Han Fuyue did. But through the long time spent training troops and experiencing battle together, he had come to understand the Deputy Generals to a certain degree.
He couldn't be sure how many men he could take with him, but he certainly wouldn't leave without any.
Zhao Haiping took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen.
