In Tuz Town, Naxin saw the 1515 troops retreating like a tide through his binoculars and sighed in relief.
The left shoulder of his military uniform was cut open by a stray bullet, and the bloodstain had already dried.
Throughout the morning, the Holy City Brigade suffered more than two hundred casualties, with one-third of the company-level officers either dead or wounded.
If the fight continued, the defense line might really be broken.
"They've retreated, Commander."
The deputy's voice carried the relief of surviving a disaster.
However, Naxin frowned, "The retreat is too coordinated... This doesn't look like we repelled them."
After pondering for a moment, he ordered, "Get me connected to Song Heping immediately."
A few minutes later, the radio connected to the command post in Bayji.
"Song, the 1515 has retreated, but something feels off," Naxin said directly.
