Direction of Baoqing Prefecture's camp.
Watching the Beiliang Iron Cavalry retreat like a receding tide, Mu Yuntian and the generals furrowed their brows, their eyes full of doubt as they tried to figure out which of the Thirty-Six Stratagems this situation referred to.
"Lord General, the enemy is retreating." The Vice Jiedu Envoy spoke nearby, his mind perturbed.
"I see it, I'm not blind yet." Mu Yuntian watched the black tide of iron retreat swiftly, wrapped in dust, his brow never relaxed, constantly furrowed.
It was so bizarre.
They were prepared for a fierce battle, their minds tense, only to be left with no place to exert their strength, a feeling of emptiness permeated, and everything felt wrong.
"Old General, can you discern the rebels' intentions with this move?"
"Feign retreat, trying to lure us out of the city for pursuit?" It was the most likely possibility he could think of.
