In that very instant, even the most fearless warrior would find himself bound by fear, losing his courage to continue fighting in the midst of terror. As inevitable defeat approached, he could not help but cry out in anguish.,The Emperor and his retinue, along with the advisors, watched all of this unfold on the farm. Younger officers, filled with grief and rage, wept and cursed those cowardly deserters for ruining everything.,After she finished speaking, she hugged her son again, "Poor child..."。