Who put the yellow robe on me?

Chapter 184 Xianyu Surrenders

Xuanyuan Feiyan raised her head and looked at Jiang Chen in surprise: "Your Highness, according to the previous agreement, I am willing to offer my head, only asking you to treat my brother well!"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "During the process of persuasion, you were wholeheartedly concerned about Daliang, even taking the risk of returning to the Western Region camp. Besides, what agreement did we have before?"

Xuanyuan Feiyan said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your magnanimity."

Jiang Chen stood up, walked in front of him, and reached out to help him up: "Get up, next, we need to re-formulate a strategy."

Xuanyuan Feiyan asked doubtfully, "Your Highness, what are your plans?"

Jiang Chen's gaze was deep as he looked out at the night outside the tent. "Xianyu Linyuan is already at the end of his rope. His troops are demoralized and unable to fight again. Since he refuses to surrender, we will use our thunderous force to completely dismantle his resistance."

Xuanyuan Feiyan nodded: "I am willing to be the vanguard and charge into battle!"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the mist, casting a soft hue on the battlefield. The Daliang army was ready for battle, their spirits high and their fighting spirit high.

Jiang Chen stood on the high platform and gave a loud order: "All troops, listen up! Launch a general attack on the enemy troops of the Western Region Tiger Guard Army!"

The blast of trumpets resounded through the heavens, and the soldiers shouted in unison as they marched towards the Western Region camp in a mighty procession. Dust flew, horses neighed, and the entire earth seemed to tremble.

Inside the Western Regions camp, Xianyu Linyuan's expression was solemn. Standing on the city wall, he gazed at the approaching Daliang army from afar, his heart filled with helplessness and tragic grandeur.

"General, the Daliang army is coming in full force. What should we do?" a deputy general asked anxiously.

Xian Yulinyuan took a deep breath and said firmly, "Pass the order down, all soldiers, hold your posts and fight to the death!"

Mammon stepped forward, his expression complicated. "General, we don't have enough troops. I'm afraid we won't be able to resist. How about..."

Xian Yulinyuan turned around suddenly, his eyes sharp: "What do you want to say?"

Mammon gritted his teeth and whispered, "How about...giving the soldiers a chance to surrender?"

Xianyu Linyuan glared at him: "Mammon! Are you going to be a traitor too?"

Mammon sighed and said, "General, I am also concerned about everyone's lives. If we continue to resist, our entire army will be annihilated."

Xian Yu Linyuan closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his inner struggle beyond words.

He knew that Mammon was right, but it was hard for him to accept giving up the dignity of the Western Regions.

At this moment, the Daliang army had arrived at the front of the battle. Archers fired arrows like rain, and the Western Region soldiers fell one after another.

Xian Yulinyuan opened his eyes, his gaze filled with determination: "Everyone, follow me and defend to the death!"

Inspired by him, the soldiers raised their weapons and prepared for the final battle.

The battle was extremely brutal, with soldiers from both sides engaging in fierce hand-to-hand combat on the city walls. Swords flashed, blood splattered, and screams rang out one after another.

Xuanyuan Feiyan led a team of elite soldiers and rushed to the front. No one could stop his sword.

He had only one thought in his mind: he would never give up until the last moment.

On the chaotic battlefield, Xuanyuan Feiyan suddenly saw Xianyu Linyuan. He was standing at the highest point of the city wall, holding a long sword, and there were only a few soldiers left around him.

"General Xianyu!" Xuanyuan Feiyan shouted loudly.

Xianyu Linyuan turned around and looked at him with complicated eyes: "Xuanyuan Feiyan, what are you doing here?"

Xuanyuan Feiyan quickly stepped forward and fended off several Western Region soldiers who attempted to attack him. "General Xianyu, please surrender! Any further instigation will only result in additional casualties!"

Xianyu Linyuan gave a bitter laugh. "Surrender? I, Xianyu Linyuan, have been a soldier my entire life. How can I bow to the enemy at this last moment?"

Xuanyuan Feiyan's eyes welled with tears. "General, please! For the sake of those soldiers who are still alive, Daliang's military strength is five times that of the Western Regions. The Sixteenth Prince of Daliang has already promised me that he will not kill the surrendered generals from the Western Regions!"

Xian Yu Linyuan was silent for a moment, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

He looked around, saw the fallen soldiers, heard screams everywhere, and felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife.

Mammon also rushed over, covered in blood, his voice hoarse: "General, our brothers really can't hold on any longer."

Xian Yulinyuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He slowly raised his long sword and then plunged it into the ground.

"Everyone, surrender." His voice was low, but it spread throughout the battlefield.

The Western Region soldiers stopped their actions and looked at their general in shock. Then, one by one, they laid down their weapons and surrendered.

The Daliang soldiers stopped attacking, and only the sound of wind and panting remained on the battlefield.

When Jiang Chen learned the news that Xianyu Linyuan had surrendered, he smiled with relief.

He ordered people to properly accommodate the captives from the Western Regions, and personally went to the battlefield to meet Xianyu Linyuan.

The two met on the city wall. Xian Yu Linyuan's face was haggard and his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.

"General Xianyu! How did you do it? Why did you tie General Xianyu up? Quickly untie General Xianyu!" Jiang Chen's tone was sincere, and his eyes were full of respect.

"Yes!"

Zuo Yongyu saw that Jiang Chen wanted to subdue Xianyu Linyuan, so he quickly went over and untied Xianyu Linyuan.

Xianyu Linyuan smiled bitterly: "The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy. I have no choice."

Jiang Chen shook his head: "No, your choice saved many lives."

Xianyu Linyuan looked at him and sighed, "I hope you can treat my soldiers well."

Jiang Chen nodded solemnly: "In the name of the King of Yan of Daliang, I guarantee their safety and dignity."

The battle is finally over.

The resistance of the Hu Ben Army in the Western Regions completely collapsed, and Daliang achieved a decisive victory.

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In Jiang Chen's tent, the night was already deep. The candlelight swayed slightly on the table, illuminating his eyes as deep as the sea.

Jiang Chen, clad in armor, sat on a large chair, quietly gazing across at Xianyu Linyuan. The man before him was once a renowned general in the Western Regions, leading the Tiger Guards to victory.

But now, he was dejected, his eyes filled with unconcealable fatigue and despair.

"General," Jiang Chen's voice was calm and magnetic, seemingly without a trace of hostility. "You are already my prisoner. As long as you are willing to surrender, your soldiers will be treated with the dignity and kindness they deserve."

Xianyu Linyuan didn't look up, his hands clutching the robe at his knees, his knuckles turning white. His chest heaved violently from suppressing his emotions, and silence seemed to be his only form of resistance.

A heavy silence filled the tent, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Finally, Xian Yulinyuan slowly raised his head, his eyes complicated and painful: "Your Highness Prince Yan, why don't you kill me?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly: "General, this is not the time to behead you on the battlefield. I don't want you to die in a meaningless resistance."

"I, Xianyu Linyuan, am a general from the Western Regions. I was raised eating the food of the Western Regions! It's wrong for me to surrender now. If I were to surrender to Daliang again, wouldn't that be a betrayal of my own country?" Xianyu Linyuan's voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of resolute and tragic grandeur. "Xianyu Linyuan can't do that!"

There was a determination in his eyes, which was the only dignity a general in desperate situation could control when facing the enemy.

Jiang Chen sighed softly, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. "General, the fate of the Western Regions has long been determined. If we continue to persist, more soldiers and civilians will die in the war. As a general, you shouldn't let everyone be buried with you just for the sake of so-called loyalty."