Ningchuan.
Defense Zone.
Old Zhuo came down from upstairs, looking exhausted.
Seeing Old Zhuo come down, Qin Zhiyuan quickly stood up, looked at Old Zhuo, and asked, "How did it go?"
Old Zhuo shook his head lightly.
Upon seeing Old Zhuo shaking his head, Qin Zhiyuan's face turned pale in an instant. He sat on the sofa in a daze, staring blankly ahead without any expression.
Old Zhuo slowly sat down, muttering to himself, "I can't do it anymore, getting old! Just commanding a battle like this makes me feel exhausted, thankfully it didn't break out."
Qin Zhiyuan was taken back by his words, looked at Old Zhuo in confusion, and asked, "What did you just say? It didn't break out?"
"Yes!" Old Zhuo leaned back on the sofa and continued, "I was already ready to go against the old chief hard, but I didn't expect him to withdraw the troops."
"What do you mean? Withdraw the troops?" Qin Zhiyuan was also full of confusion.
