Luo Zheng's capabilities had been witnessed by everyone, and the enemy that even made Luo Zheng anxious, made everyone realize a serious problem— the enemy was stronger than imagined, and their numbers unknown. Along the way, everyone had selectively ignored Luo Zheng's reminders and overlooked the strength of these mercenaries.
"Just tell us what to do next," the scholar asked urgently, his face filled with even deeper guilt. He was filled with regret and anger at his own carelessness, his clenched fists turning somewhat pale, veins standing out on his arms, and his wide-open eyes flickering with fiery red anger.
"In the recent battle, we suffered severe ammunition losses. You guys stay here to clean up the battlefield; I'll go ahead and chase them, leaving marks along the way," Luo Zheng said calmly, without any specific intelligence, there was no starting point for a rescue plan.
"No, it's too dangerous for you to go alone; I'll go with you," the scholar immediately objected.