It was already evening.
A slanting ray of sunlight shone on the horizon, bathing Yu Yuan City in a golden glow. Smoke curled from every chimney, signaling the time for cooking.
Outside Yuyuan City, several miles from the city gate, Sun Ning and his men were already waiting there.
Looking at the setting sun, Ning Tai smacked his lips and nervously rubbed his hands together.
Sun He, standing to the side, felt the same way. Although the main army had not yet arrived, his heart was already in his throat.
Although he had been in the army for ten years and was no stranger to killing, the renowned Prince Zhenbei still made his palms sweat with nervousness.
In the great campaign, apart from General Huwei, no one else has achieved such awe-inspiring results.
Although we have now decided to surrender, our life and death are still in the hands of the prince.
Just then, several bird calls rang out in the air, sharp and piercing.
Ning Tai's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked up ahead. He saw a black line in the far distance. Although it was still far away, Ning Tai seemed to feel the ground shaking slightly.
Instantly, cold sweat broke out on his temples.
"Here it comes," he said softly.
Sun He nodded and straightened his collar.
Ning Tai lowered his head and said with some complaint, "We should have called the honor guard. This gift is still not thoughtful enough."
Sun He rolled his eyes at him, "Going too far makes it seem insincere."
Ning Tai remained silent. Sun He mounted his horse, looked at him, and said, "Let's go."
The two, accompanied by a small number of followers, headed forward.
Before long, the two saw dust rising from the ground ahead, and a majestic and imposing army slowly approaching.
At the very front stood a row of tall horses, upon which sat several generals. Sun He's eyelids twitched at the sight.
Having served in the military for many years, he could tell at a glance that these people had an extraordinary presence.
Ning Tai, standing to the side, had already grown cold fingers from nervousness. He gripped the reins and whispered:
"This is the prince's army. It is indeed... awe-inspiring to behold."
Sun He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, they killed hundreds of thousands of people in Yanluo Mountain not long ago. Which of these people wasn't a fierce and brave man?"
Ning Tai was a civil official. Although he often dealt with Sun He and was no stranger to military matters, when Sun He brought up this matter again, his expression changed, and his face visibly turned pale.
Sun He lowered his head and led the group forward.
Several meters away, Sun He clasped his hands and called out:
"Your Highness! Sun He, the commander of Yuyuan City, and Ning Tai, the city lord, have come to welcome Your Highness into the city!"
"Understood!" a shout came from the army at the front.
In fact, Sun He had already sent out scouts to deliver the news of his surrender, so he felt much more at ease after saying those words.
As the distance closed, the soldiers ahead became clearer and clearer.
Ning Tai lowered his head nervously, but still stole a glance. He saw a forest of swords and spears in front of him, and the disciplined cavalrymen were all in full military uniform with cold expressions.
The thunderous sound of hooves was like a spring thunderclap. In the dust it raised, countless soldiers and horses pressed in like dark clouds. The oppressive feeling made Ning Tai feel breathless.
He turned his eyes and saw that Sun He had dismounted. Sun He's throat was moving, as if he had swallowed.
It seems General Sun is just like me...
He followed closely behind, quickly dismounted, and waited quietly to the side.
Sun He clenched and unclenched his fists helplessly, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.
This chilling army before us had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers at Yanluo Mountain, as well as 200,000 imperial troops brought by Jin Mang.
Jin Jiande, the second son of the Prince of Qing, who came from a prominent family, had to flee in a panic even with a broken leg.
This shows how terrifying the battle that took place at Yanluo Mountain was; it was a battle that chilled everyone to the bone.
Sun He recalled Jin Jiande's terrified eyes, and his own heart began to race. He pinched his palm hard to keep from trembling with fear.
He glanced sideways and saw that Ning Tai was already trembling like a leaf, and it seemed he would kneel down at any moment.
Evening sun cast its warm glow, but Sun He felt a chill run through his body.
"I think anyone who sees this army in person will be terrified," he reassured himself.
My gaze fell forward again, and I saw the approaching army slowly parting, from which a group of people emerged.
Among the three leaders, the one on the far left had a sword at his waist and two halberds on his back. He had a fierce and menacing look on his face and was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
The man on the far right had a cold expression and tightly closed lips. Beside him was a long sword. Although he was expressionless, Sun He knew that the more unassuming a person was, the more terrifying they were.
Countless people have been killed by that blade.
And the person in the very center is none other than the most feared Zhenbei King in the Great Gan Dynasty!
With a "bang".
Ning Tai, who was standing to the side, was already terrified and knelt down on the ground.
"Greetings... Your Highness!" He raised his hands high and pressed his whole body to the ground.
Boom! Everyone fell to their knees!
No one dared to look ahead anymore.
"Get up." A voice, neither too loud nor too soft, rang out.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
"call--"
A strand of hair fell from Sun He's forehead. He finally caught his breath and slowly stood up.
Ning Tai, however, remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to even lift his head.
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