The Last Time

On the vast plains.

A desperate chase was unfolding.

"Bruno Duke, run first! I'll cover your retreat!"

"Bruno Duke, Si Te Lang will still serve you in the next life!"

"Bang bang bang bang~!" The light cavalry pursuing from behind kept firing their revolver pistols.

"Ahhh!"

The loyal subordinates following Bruno Duke fell one after another, and the men around him grew fewer and fewer.

Bruno's face was blackened with soot. He had long discarded his armor to lighten his load. His bedraggled flight was perfectly described as fleeing with armor cast aside.

It was over.

Completely over.

Of the enormous army of over two million, only thirty to fifty riders remained at his side.

The favorable situation he had painstakingly built over decades had been reduced to nothing in roughly half a day beneath the bombardment of countless Heavenly Thunder Weapons.

Even now, Bruno Duke, fleeing with his head down, still felt as though he were dreaming—a nightmare from which he had yet to awaken.

But cruelly, this was not a nightmare. It was miserable reality!

He, Bruno Duke, had suffered a crushing defeat.

He had become a gambler who had lost everything.

Seeing the pursuers behind him drawing ever closer, Bruno Duke, unable to accept reality, gripped the dagger at his waist and prepared to end his own life the instant he was caught.

"Whew, whew, whew, whew~"

"By His Majesty's order, spare Bruno Duke's life. There is no need to continue the pursuit!"

When a whistle sounded and the emperor's messenger arrived, fewer than twenty attendants remained at his side.

The encirclement, which had long been completed, deliberately opened a gap and let Bruno Duke escape.

Zhou Ming's first pardon took effect just like that.

The Noble Lord Faction within the empire suffered an unprecedented blow!

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