Chapter 362 Su Muyang is seriously injured
Looking at the emperor and important ministers hanging on the palace gate, and then looking at the forest of spears and gleaming arrows inside and outside the palace walls, and the sound of even greater cavalry coming from all directions...
Despair was like an icy tide, instantly drowning everyone.
Lu Xingguan's face was as pale as paper, his hand holding the hilt of the knife was shaking violently, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.
Resist? The enemy troops charging out of the palace were imposing and powerful, their numbers unknown.
Outside the city, the main force of Dayan's army could break into the city at any time...
What's more, the emperor and all the important officials are in the hands of the enemy! How can this war be fought?
In the end, all the struggles turned into powerless dejection.
With a "clang", Lu Xingguan threw the sword in his hand to the ground.
He knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse: "I, a general... at Luxingguan... am willing to surrender! I only ask... I only ask Your Majesty... to treat my Nanzhao... soldiers well..."
With his surrender, the sound of weapons falling to the ground rang out from the city walls and outside the city.
The capital of Nanzhao fell in an almost absurd way.
In the final battle that determined the fate of the two countries, Nanzhao was defeated so quickly, so thoroughly, and so... frustrating.
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The main hall of the Nanzhao Palace.
Su Zhanyue followed Yan Shixu and finally met his "useless" son who had made great contributions.
When Su Zhanyue saw Su Muyang smiling with the face of "Nong Zhixiang", his lips trembled and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Dad! How's it going? This time, your son has finally made you proud, right? Didn't he bring shame to our Su family?"
Su Muyang was very proud, and his smile was so big that his teeth were showing.
Su Zhanyue nodded repeatedly, his voice hoarse: "You are honored! Too honored! You are not only honoring your father, but also the ancestors of the Su family. You have earned great honor!"
Yan Shixu also smiled and continued, "Ayang has not only brought honor to the Su family, but also made an unprecedented contribution to our Great Yan! The first meritorious service in this battle must go to you!"
When Su Muyang heard this, his tail almost reached the sky.
He walked towards Yan Shixu and his father with high spirits, opened his arms, and wanted to give them a big hug.
"Of course! Don't you see who I am? I'm both wise and brave, and I have a plan that's perfect. I can turn my hand into clouds and flip my hand into..."
Before he finished speaking!
Something strange happened suddenly!
“Puff!”
The sound of the sharp blade piercing through flesh was so clear that it made one's scalp explode in the suddenly silent hall!
Time seemed to stand still.
The smug smile on Su Muyang's face froze instantly, turning into extreme astonishment and confusion.
He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the dagger that was deeply embedded in his left chest, with only the handle exposed.
The severe pain instantly gnawed at his heart and spread to his limbs and bones.
He slowly and with great difficulty raised his head and looked at the face in front of him that was familiar yet suddenly became extremely unfamiliar.
"Father...Father?" The voice was weak, filled with an incomprehensible sense of brokenness.
Also shocked by this scene was Yan Shixu, who was standing nearby.
The gentle smile on his face froze, and his mind went blank, as if he had been hit hard by an invisible hammer.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
A burst of crazy, resentful laughter filled with endless satisfaction suddenly burst out from "Su Zhanyue"'s mouth.
"My dear son! How does it feel to have a dagger piercing your heart? Does it feel good?! Hahaha! Su Muyang! You killed my brother and destroyed my Nanzhao Kingdom! You—deserve to die! Hahahahahahaha!"
Su Muyang's eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you Nong Zhigao? You're not dead?!"
Nong Zhigao, wearing Su Zhanyue's mask, had a strange smile on his face.
He pulled out the dagger suddenly, bringing out a stream of hot blood, and was about to stab again!
Yan Shixu finally came back to his senses from his shock and rage.
He kicked out like lightning, with a tremendous force, and kicked the opponent hard in the ribs.
"Bang—crack!"
There was a teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking.
Nong Zhigao was like being hit by a galloping elephant. His body flew backwards from the ground and hit the solid palace wall several feet away.
The entire hall seemed to shake.
Blood gushed out of his mouth and he fell to the ground. One of his arms was twisted at an extremely strange angle, obviously a prosthetic arm he had reattached.
"Capture him! Leave him alive!"
The guards outside the palace woke up as if from a dream, rushed in, and with swords drawn, they pinned down Nong Zhigao, who was still laughing wildly.
Yan Shixu caught Su Muyang, who was about to fall and had blood gushing out of his chest.
What he touched was warm and sticky blood, and the glaring red burned his eyes.
"Ayang! Ayang! Look at me! Don't sleep!"
Yan Shixu's voice was filled with unprecedented fear and panic.
He tried desperately to stop the gushing wound with his hands, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers.
"Call the military doctor quickly!" Yan Shixu's roar caused dust to fall from the beams of the palace.
The severe pain and massive blood loss made Su Muyang's consciousness quickly blurred, and the cold darkness surged like a tide.
He felt that he was really going to die.
To think that the great Master Su, so smart and wealthy, would die in such a ridiculous and unexpected way...
"Old...Old Xu..."
He used up his last bit of strength, and with difficulty forced out a miserable laugh that was uglier than crying, and gave his final instructions in a halting manner.
"Look...for the sake of our brotherhood, I...I'm about to...die..."
"You must...must...help me...take good care of my parents..."
He took a breath, his eyes unfocused.
"Adopt another...smart and clever...son...to my name. Let...let him take care of my parents...in their old age and see them to the end..."
After saying this, he looked at Yan Shixu with great "expectation" with a glint in his eyes that was not sure whether it was tears or blood.
"You want to give birth to a child yourself! I won't help you adopt one! You hold on, do you hear me? I command you to hold on! This is an imperial decree!"
Yan Shixu scolded harshly, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.
He slapped Su Muyang's cheek hard, trying to keep him awake.
"The military doctor will be here soon! Just hold on!" Heat surged in his red eyes.
Su Muyang's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer make any sound and slowly closed his eyes.
Watching his best friend's life rapidly slipping away in his arms, Yan Shixu's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an ice-cold hand.
Fear, regret, and self-blame almost consumed him.
He shouldn't have been allowed to stay in the Nanzhao Palace, and he shouldn't have failed to realize that Su Zhanyue was a fake.
What should he do? What should he do to save him?
Yan Shixu, who was always calm and composed, now felt helpless and confused.
One of his hands was covered in blood, all of Su Muyang's blood. The crimson color stimulated his head and made it explode, and he suddenly remembered something.
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