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Political Hall, the Kingdom of Xiao Sheng.
Zhao Lin sat high on the imperial throne, with court officials standing on both sides, yet the atmosphere in the entire Political Hall was extremely heavy, a silent fear slowly spreading within.
"Report!"
A palace eunuch hurried into the Political Hall, clutching a bloodstained letter in both hands, and kneeled directly at Zhao Lin's feet.
"The war report from the front line; the Kingdom of Aolai's million-strong army is breaking through like bamboo. They have already taken half of the cities of our Kingdom of Xiao Sheng. Our three hundred thousand troops on the front lines are all dead. Our country no longer has any soldiers to use. In less than three days, the Aolai million-strong army will enter the Capital City; Your Majesty must make a decision quickly."
Bang!
Zhao Lin suddenly slapped the imperial desk, his face twisting in emotion as he quickly took the war report, his expression grim as he examined it.