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... for even the commanders to properly procure food. 


Under the worst conditions, Duke Florian’s officers urged him to retreat, but he decided to fight to their deaths. Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that the Empire had collapsed due to him. 


Duke Florian seemed desperate as he fought for victory until the very end, but in the end, reality was inevitable. He eventually became isolated in an encirclement after he was separated from his so ...

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