"C-could you... let my three hundred thousand soldiers return home?"
"I... have lost. I am willing to die. Please let my soldiers go home."
"From this day forward, Great Han... will never set foot inside the Dragon Kingdom again. Is... is that all right?"
Piao Nanxing could at least be considered a mighty ruler on the Peninsula.
In the final moments of his life, he chose to bow his head for his people.
What he sought was the Peninsula's safety.
Those three hundred thousand troops were the Peninsula's last reserves.
Once they died in battle, the Peninsula would be powerless against the other Alien Races.
Not to mention the vast numbers of Transformed still on the Peninsula.
"When you brought your army to our border, did you ever think about the ruin the Peninsula would face after your defeat?"
Overlord took a disdainful puff of his cigar, put his gold watch back on, and smiled casually. "Only thinking of backing down now that you've hit a brick wall?"
"Now that you've slept with the whore and it's time to pay, you're feeling the pinch?" Old Ninth curled his lip.
"I only wanted to find a haven for my people."
"Your Dragon Kingdom has vast lands and abundant resources. How could you understand what it's like to live in misery?"
Blood was already flowing from Piao Nanxing's seven orifices, but he still argued with all his strength. "My people face Transformed attacks on their villages at every moment."
"My people don't have enough to eat or enough clothes to keep warm."
"My people's population shrinks every year. If we don't do something, the Peninsula will cease to exist within a century."
"We only wanted a small piece of land." Still unrepentant, Piao Nanxing blamed Chun Prefecture for everything. "With all that