Would You Like to Have a Drink

From a rational point of view, surrender was what everyone hoped for.

For the generals, it was just humiliation in their hearts, but the soldiers under them were real old and young that they should be responsible for, and they should give priority to the overall situation as well.

Lord Wu An was silent for a long time. “Bring this old man’s armor and the Daxia Longque Sword!” (TL: Great Summer Dragon Sparrow Sword)

Qing Sheng was a bit panicked. “Lord, no!”

As everyone knew, the Daxia Longque Sword was Lord Wu An’s personal sword, and it was also a symbol of his many years of following the military career. This famous sword and Lord Wu An’s name were firmly tied together, inseparable.

Lord Wu An was old, and even when commanding battles, he wore armor and held a long sword, fighting in person.

“What’s wrong with this!”

At this moment of isolation and helplessness, Lord Wu An laughed instead. “Since the opponent respects this old man so much, this old man also has to show the corresponding sincerity!”

Even if this snowfield under his feet would be his grave, as long as he thought of such a respectful and admired opponent. The opponent had such a powerful army that ranked first among the various countries, and had a dignified confrontation. It made Lord Wu An’s chest be filled with excitement.

“A military general should die on the battlefield, for the country, for the family, and bleed to the last drop!”

He straightened his back, put on his armor, and his old hand, like an old tree, held the hilt of the sword.

In that instant, he didn’t seem like an old man past his prime. In a daze, Qing Sheng seemed to see the shadow of the lord in his youth, traversing the various countries, waging wars in the south and north.

The old voice echoed through the city gate. “Those who are willing to fight to the death with this old man, come out!”

The soldiers who had once followed this old general were all red-eyed.

Some silently picked up their weapons and followed behind that hunched but towering figure. Others retreated bravely, standing rooted to the spot, just watching.

Throughout the process, the Great Yuan army under the city wall watched in the utmost silence.

Even though the gate was wide open, clearly a great opportunity for a surprise attack, not a single vanguard made a rash move at this time.

They silently watched Lord Wu An stand in front of the gate, followed by a few people.

The eunuch who delivered the decree was anxious. “Lord Wu An! The Emperor has already said to surrender, are you going to resist the decree?!”

No one paid him any attention.

Seeing this, the eunuch was burning with anxiety.

If they surrendered, at least they could save a life. If they angered the Great Yuan at this point, with the Great Yuan’s usual style, it’d probably be like cutting down the grass and eliminating the roots.

Fortunately, the close officials were wise and had guessed early on that Lord Wu An would not surrender so easily, so the Emperor issued another decree.

“Please be calm and not be impatient, the imperial decree is not yet complete!”

The eunuch hurriedly raised his voice. “Our Yu Country intends to maintain good relations with the Great Yuan forever, offering good fields, cities, gold, and cloth, serving the Great Yuan as the master, being neighbors for generations, and paying tribute generation after generation.”

“To show sincerity and appease the anger of the friend country, Lord Wu An, who resists the decree, is granted a cup of poison wine, Qin this.” (TL: Qin this-means that this matter or content is decided by the emperor or the emperor wrote it himself)

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The previous surrender could be said to be due to the overall situation, and there was no other choice.

But to grant death to a loyal and devoted old general before the battle was simply absurd to the extreme. Even Lord Wu An couldn’t help but stiffen his back, thinking that this was the royal court of the country he had been loyal to for most of his life, and tears coursed down the old man’s cheeks.

What no one expected was that just as the eunuch ordered someone to bring the poison wine, a swiftly flying arrow shot in from outside the city like thunder, with lightning speed, nailed into the servant’s hand bone, and forcefully knocked over the cup of poison wine.

“First arrow, persecuting a good and loyal man.”

Outside the pass, the prince, dressed all in white, drew his bow and arrow, raised his voice, and said lightly, “If the Emperor Yu wants to surrender, he should also bring out the decree of life and death, only to be judged. The coffin is near, and there is no more courage to narrate in detail. Only to grant death to the loyal ministers under his command, he himself sleeps high and enjoys wealth and honor, where in the world is there such a good thing?”

Then, the heavy crossbow was effortlessly pulled open, as if the distance that spanned the checkpoint, trench, and city wall was just in front of him, and he could easily take the enemy’s life thousands of miles away without blowing dust.

Before anyone had reacted, the second arrow that flew quickly pierced through the eunuch’s shoulder.

The eunuch screamed in fright and fainted directly.

“Second arrow, helping the tyrant to victimize his subjects.”

As everyone knew, if an envoy was injured, it was a symbol of breaking the agreement. Moreover, the Great Yuan had never reached any consensus with the Yu Country.

War!

The Great Yuan’s attitude was obvious on the surface.

Lord Wu An laughed loudly.

The more he looked at the Third Prince of the Great Yuan, the more he regretted.

If he had been born a few decades earlier and met on the battlefield, even if the positions were different, he would definitely be an opponent to his taste.

Dignified and upright, frank and forthright. He was moved by this sentiment.

The respect that a military general could give back was to fight a battle in the best posture.

At this time when the horse’s hooves were raising snow, the white-clothed prince’s eyelashes trembled lightly, his knuckles were clear, and he held three feather arrows, simultaneously pulling the bowstring, pulling open a full moon-like arc, his white hair fluttering behind his ears, and he shot towards the sky without even looking.

Three arrows in a row, sealing all the retreats in the air.

The pure black goshawk was shot off several tail feathers, blood was rubbed out of its body, it carried half an arrow. It beat its injured wings with a mournful cry, and flew towards a not far away.

After shooting three arrows, Zong Luo didn’t even raise his eyes to take another look, his side face was cold and low into the snow.

He held Zhanlu, urged Zhao Yebai to move forward, and rushed into the thousands of horses.

Meddling in affairs, the third arrow.

Between the twilight snow of the Cang Mountain, a red corner of the robe on the cliff was faintly visible.