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The war in which not a single shot was fired on May 31

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At the desolate entrance of the military camp, an old man leisurely puffed on a hand-rolled cigarette under the shade of a tree, with a teapot and small cups neatly arranged on a stool in front of him.

When a Dorne officer arrived at the scene with dozens of his men, he was greeted by this somewhat comical sight.

The Great Tang Group's security forces had evacuated Hotwind Port three days earlier, not even attempting to put up a brief resistance or fire a couple of shots before vacating the barracks.

Now, only empty buildings remained, undamaged and bearing no signs of destruction. Even the old gatekeeper would water the parade ground every day.

"Where are the people?" the Dorne officer asked the tea-drinking old man.

"They've all left," the old man answered straightforwardly, flicking ash from his cigarette before taking another contented sip.

"When did they leave?" The Dorne officer looked again at the quiet barracks nearby and continued his inquiry.

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