"Retreat?"
The people in the bunker exchanged glances upon hearing this, "But our task is to take Highland 113. If we retreat, doesn't that mean we've been defeated?"
"It's just a temporary retreat. If we don't retreat now, I'm afraid all the soldiers on the front line will perish."
As he spoke, Zhou Yingting directly issued an order, "Pass the word down, have them fall back."
The adjutant next to him furrowed his brow, wanting to say something, but ultimately nodded and immediately went to make arrangements.
Zhou Yingting watched the adjutant leave, feeling slightly relieved, and then sighed.
In just these few days, the artillery battalion lost one, and the airfield is gone too, leaving them completely without a firepower advantage.
It's going to be difficult to turn the tide from now on.
He needs to find a way.
