Besides, no one seemed surprised that they had lost to Liu Zhiwei.
That afternoon, left with no alternative, Situ Long surrendered. He led all his generals out of the city, stripped of their armor and weapons, to capitulate.
Banners fluttered over the Self-Defense Army, its armor gleaming. Rank after rank of imposing soldiers entered Great Desert City with spears in hand and sabers at their waists, conducting a thorough search. Only a few months had passed since the Shenzhou Army last captured Great Desert City. Last time, at least, soldiers and civilians had fought together for a long while before Qu Jianglin forced his way through its defenses. This time, Situ Long had forced them to hand over the city and surrender.
Only after the city was completely under control did Liu Zhiwei enter, surrounded by his entourage. At the gate, he, Gongsun Qianxun, Yang Qingliu, and the others saw Military Strategist Wang huddling off to one side.
He glanced at the harebrained strategist. With someone like that offering counsel, it would have been strange not to lose. Then he saw Situ Long beside Military Strategist Wang, a tall man with a full beard.
"Which of you is Situ Long?" Liu Zhiwei asked, despite knowing the answer.
"I am." Despite surrendering, Situ Long still spoke with complete confidence. His personal strength was undeniable, after all.
"We've fought many times, and now we finally meet face-to-face. A pleasure, a pleasure."
At this, Situ Long gave another silent sigh. His disappointment left him unable to speak.
"I've long heard that you're a renowned general of the Cangling Kingdom, too. You commanded the Desert Star army, then repeatedly repelled invasions by the Northern Barbarians. But there are no Northern Barbarians left in this world now, so there's no need for any Desert Star,