The elegant nobleman dressed in yellow brocade, stood proudly, a confident smile on his face.
It was none other than the Martial Emperor, Black Tortoise.
Beside him stood Grover Harrington, the Grand Marshal of the Black Panther Legion, along with two other middle-aged men dressed as generals.
"Your Majesty, I have already done my best to buy time."
Seeing the peculiar smile on the Martial Emperor's face, Grover Harrington spoke with some regret.
According to the Martial Emperor's order, he had to delay for an hour, but he could only hold the line for fifty minutes before retreating under Basil Jaak's main force, causing Grover Harrington's expression to be less than pleasant.
"It's enough." The Martial Emperor smiled. "This strategy of inviting the enemy into a trap, heh heh, can lead the entire Jaak Family Army to destruction. Heh heh, after so many years of war, today, the Western Wilderness will all be mine!"
