"Fu Qian!"
"If you submit to the Royal Army, you can still be enfeoffed as a marquis!"
"I have abandoned darkness for the light! Do not bring ruin upon yourself!"
When Jiang Shu appeared below Yangping Pass and shouted up at the walls, a commotion swept through the defenders.
The soldiers stared in fear at their commanding officer, who had already surrendered, almost all fighting spirit gone from their eyes.
Fu Qian pressed his lips together. He calmly watched Jiang Shu below the walls and slowly raised the spear in his hand.
With the defenders reduced by more than half and their morale shattered, Wen Yang, leading the vanguard, soon mounted the walls. Once he led the charge onto the battlements, the defense was essentially over.
Wen Yang was like a merciless killing machine, crushing everything in his path. Not a single soldier could stop him.
Before long, he had slaughtered every soldier around him.
Yangping Pass had fallen.
Holding a sword with a rolled edge, Fu Qian watched his surroundings warily.
Armored soldiers of Great Wei crowded densely around him on every side.
One of Fu Qian's arms had been severed, and he held his sword in his left hand. Blood kept flowing from his forehead, covering his left eye. With his head lowered, he calmly watched the men around him, still holding his fighting stance.
Wen Yang pushed aside several armored soldiers in front of him and slowly walked up to him.
Seeing the state he was in, Wen Yang hesitated.
"Fu Qian! If you are willing to surrender, I can recommend you to His Majesty!"
"His Majesty will certainly entrust you with important duties!"
Fu Qian looked at Wen Yang, then lunged at him with his sword.
"Wei dog... when has a Han general ever surrendered?!"
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