Sikong Jing appeared at Xing E's side. Xing E's eyes flew wide, his pupils slowly losing focus.
The next instant, Sikong Jing pulled out his spear and lopped off Xing E's head in a single stroke. Raising it high, he shouted at the entire battlefield, "Those who surrender will not be killed!"
The scene was simply too shocking—too terrifying.
Qiu Ye had been knocked from his horse, and no one could even find him now. Perhaps he had already been trampled into pieces beneath iron hooves.
Xing E, the chief constable, had been beheaded outright.
Nearly thirty thousand soldiers were terrified. Any desire to keep fighting vanished without a trace, and they clutched their weapons as they trembled.
"Drop your weapons! Those who surrender will not be killed!" Sikong Jing shouted again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sounds of weapons being dropped rang out one after another, accompanied by frightened cries. "I surrender! Don't kill me!"
A-Hu and Old Zhang immediately caught on, leading three thousand soldiers as they circled around and roared.
"Drop your weapons! Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Those who tried to flee were cut from their horses on the spot.
Though they outnumbered them ten to one, under those three thousand men, they were now like trapped beasts. Not one dared to fight.
In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone had surrendered. Their confiscated weapons were piled into mountains.
One after another, they sat on the ground with faces as gray as ash. Even now, they were still dazed. How had they become prisoners the moment they left Yunye City? And the ones who had taken them down were the old, weak, sick, and disabled people they had looked down on before.
Suddenly, someone reported, "Commander Sikong, Qiu Ye has been found."
Sikong