Here's the translation:
Mexico is no longer a place he can survive in—not because the heavens don't allow it, but because Victor Tyrant doesn't allow it!
Arturo Desena could already smell despair in the air.
When he heard about the explosion in Chihuahua State, he knew the game was over.
The war between the Yanks and Victor is about to end soon, with pressure along the border rapidly decreasing. Similarly, troops can now be redirected to the Southern battlefield.
With one side rising as the other declines, the outcome has become glaringly obvious.
Run!
Once this thought entered Arturo Desena's mind, he couldn't shake it off!
He didn't feel embarrassed at all…
There's a Chinese saying: "A wise man submits to circumstances; as long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn. Money can be earned again, but if you lose your life…"
Then you're truly finished!
