"Besides... the enemy is biting too hard." The Old Marshal unconsciously scraped a piece of bark off the tree with his hand and continued, almost to himself: "Our Armored Group has already set out, but the units at the front line just can't pull back! If we force a retreat, not only will the losses be huge, the enemy might also chase us all the way. One careless move and it'll turn into a rout. Right now, all we can do is wait. Wait until the enemy's offensive eases a little, then pull the troops back."
Boswell and Milan exchanged a look, worry on their faces.
"You two have to leave first." Li Cunxin flicked away the bark, turned back to look at Boswell: "We're old friends, I won't lie to you. If we really can't break out, my plan is to have a small squad escort you to some corner where you can hide. The enemy can't possibly search every inch of these mountains... maybe, after hiding for a few days, our people will arrive!"
