Behind them, a chorus of disgruntled shouting arose.
"Commander Sheen, this won't work if it keeps up. Why not give the order to disperse them?"
"We can't scatter, haven't you seen? They're pressing their entire formation forward. How can we resist if we break formation?"
"Where are our heavy crossbows? Our archers? We must counterattack now!"
"The wind is from the southwest! Our archers' range won't reach. Unless we stop calling the wind and dispelling the mist, or find another way—"
The man did not finish his sentence.
Stopping the calling of the wind and the dispelling of the mist was undoubtedly even more foolish—no one on the city walls would agree to it.
So the complaints continued unabated.
"It was a southeast wind just now, why did it suddenly change direction?"
"This is really something. We can't afford not to drive out the mist, but doing so doesn't work either. It seems that defeat is certain today, no matter how we respond, we lose."
