"Protect the general!" The Nan Yue soldiers desperately tried to stop them.
But Xiao Dayong was truly incredibly brave, wielding his double axes with ferocious speed, leaving a trail of blood and flesh wherever he went.
In a short while, more than ten of his personal guards had fallen under his axe.
Seeing this, Zhao Guang knew that things would not end well today, so he simply drew his sword to fight.
The two fought on one side.
Zhao Guang's swordsmanship was exquisite, following the agile style of Lingnan.
Xiao Dayong, on the other hand, employed a wide-ranging, forceful approach, using brute force to overcome skill. After more than twenty rounds, Zhao Guang gradually began to falter.
"Bang!"
Shi Yong swung his axe down, and Zhao Guang raised his knife to block, but felt a tremendous force coming from him. His tiger's mouth split open, and his single knife flew out of his hand.
Another axe was already at his face.
Zhao Guang closed his eyes and awaited his death.
But the axe blade stopped three inches from his forehead.
Xiao Dayong grinned and said, "The general has ordered that they be taken alive."
Zhao Guang opened his eyes and saw that the battle around him was nearing its end.
The South Vietnamese soldiers either died or surrendered; the entire vanguard of five thousand was wiped out.
He was brought before Xiao Cheyun.
"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you," Zhao Guang said, raising his head.
Xiao Cheyun scrutinized him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "General Zhao, are you aware of the current situation in Lingnan?"
Zhao Guang was taken aback: "What's going on?"
“Your Highness, your cousin Zhao Ming passed away three days ago,” Xiao Cheyun said slowly. “Your uncle Zhao Mu is over seventy years old. He is now bedridden after outliving his son.”
"What?!" Zhao Guang exclaimed in shock. "Impossible! My cousin was perfectly fine before I left..."
"He has suddenly fallen ill with tuberculosis, and medicine is ineffective." Xiao Cheyun sighed. "General Zhao, even if you die here now, the throne of Nanyue will not be yours. Zhao Mu has two nephews, both of whom are in Panyu."
Zhao Guang's expression kept changing.
“My general said,” Xiao Cheyun continued, “that if you are willing to submit, he can petition the court to appoint you as the military governor of Lingnan, in charge of military affairs in Lingnan. After the King of Nanyue passes away, the throne... may not be out of the question.”
"How...how did you know..." Zhao Guang's voice trembled.
"Nothing in the world can be hidden from our eyes."
Xiao Cheyun said calmly, "Now I'll give you two choices: one is to die here and become the first one to be eliminated in the struggle for the throne of Nanyue; the other is to submit to Dayin and seek a future for yourself and for Lingnan."
Zhao Guang remained silent for a long time.
The mountain wind howled, carrying a strong smell of blood.
In the distance, flames still burned within the pass, illuminating the corpses scattered on the ground.
Finally, he knelt on one knee: "This humble general...is willing to surrender."
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