Lao Wu collapsed.
He thought he would definitely win.
Thirty thousand troops of three field divisions, including self-propelled artillery and main battle tanks, among them the First Division was elite, it seemed impossible to lose.
However, the situation turned too suddenly, somehow, they were defeated.
"Retreat, hurry and retreat," Lao Wu sat in the command vehicle, looking at the battlefield full of devastation, he said powerlessly, "Don't return to Silver City, let's head directly north."
Lao Wu silently left the battlefield with a company of troops.
At this time, returning to Silver City meant being killed by giants, hiding in Royal City meant being killed by the Drama Master, he could only go to the northern coast, to take the floating airship he had prepared to an isolated island to start over.
This island must be remote, even in the bitter cold north, it must be a place no one wants to go.
