The king upon seeing Manuk's arrival felt his spirits soar as he thought, 'Ancestors bless me! I have not lost their favor yet!'
For he then wanted to immediately send the fresh 1,000 troops into the frontlines to join the fray and win the battle for him once and for all.
And as the king cheerfully expressed such a desire, the vehemently opposed Manuk cried out in alarm,
"Your Majesty, this battle is not something we are likely to win. The enemy in front of us are still holding on and there are 2,000 men aiming to strike us from behind any time."
"Please let us retreat while the door is still open."
"The thousand men I brought will be enough to act as a rear for a while, so if you give the order right now, we can still save most of the army."
"Do not dally Your Majesty, let us go before the soldiers become too tired." Manuk's face was flushed, his eyes burning his impatience, while his heart actually filled with bitterness.