Su Huai was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Zheng Sangge, shouting sternly, chased after him relentlessly, not giving him a moment to catch his breath. His attacks became even sharper.
The Huaixi army's momentum was unstoppable; the more they fought, the braver they became. Su Huai felt that in a moment of distraction, his side had been defeated and was retreating.
He shouted desperately to stop the retreat, but it was useless. Even if his voice could carry far enough, saving his own life was more pressing—who would listen to him?
Su Huai cursed, his eyes blazing with fury. He attacked Zheng Sangge wildly, but Zheng Sangge sneered and dealt with him calmly.
Seeing the dire situation, Su Huai's trusted subordinates desperately tried to dissuade him. In the end, valuing his life, Su Huai retreated resentfully, unwilling to fight any longer.
