"Divine Province may be vast, but if I am defeated and forced to retreat, as a remnant of the previous dynasty, the new dynasty will surely hunt me down to the last. Even if I flee beyond Divine Province into the savage wilderness, I'm afraid I still won't escape."
"Go to sea. It seems going to sea is the only way. Pour all of Great Cang's resources into building great ships. They say the East Sea is boundless and vast, with countless islands scattered across it. Without a sea chart, once one enters the East Sea, the sky is high and the sea is wide..."
"But if that Zhao traitor succeeds in establishing an earthly Dao kingdom, will he be able to find me with some great divine power?!"
"Forget it. That Zhao traitor can even chop missiles apart—what am I supposed to fight him with, my head?!"
"Or should I simply surrender first? Secretly send that Zhao traitor a letter of capitulation, cooperate with him in sweeping the realm clean, and trade it for a happy retirement?!"
At that moment, Liu Guangzheng thought of a classic saying: We subjects still wish to fight to the death. Why has Your Majesty surrendered first?!
Back then, he had read those words for a laugh, but now...
The joke was himself.
For some reason, he felt a little like the Joker who, after fighting Batman all day, still had to buy groceries at the supermarket beneath Batman's home...
Not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice.
Liu Guangzheng was the same. It was not that he wanted to surrender; he simply had no choice.
Even the East Wind Missile had been useless. What was he supposed to do next, cobble together a nuclear bomb?!
But the problem now was