kvmb Chapter 915 I Surrender
Chapter 915 I Surrender
"You're dreaming!"
Helian Chi roared in anger. Even though he was bound, he did not yield in the slightest. He struggled to stand up and shouted loudly at Helian Cheng opposite him, "Listen up, all of you! We men of Great Yan are raised on horseback. How can we suffer such a humiliation! The punishment of cutting off a toe means that you will never be able to ride a fast horse or travel long distances again. How is this any different from torture and murder!"
"Our soldiers of Great Yan must never be crippled!"
Helian Chi knew that defeat was inevitable. He had no face to face the soldiers who had followed him, and he could not explain himself to the Emperor of Great Yan.
The invincible army under his command is the backbone of their Great Yan. If the backbone collapses, Great Yan will collapse as well.
Therefore, even if they die, the soldiers of Great Yan cannot suffer such a great humiliation.
Helian Cheng was already seriously injured. Looking at the Left Wise King Helian Chi, who was bound in front of the battle, his eyes were bloodshot.
He raised his scimitar, tilted his head back, and shouted.
"Our soldiers of Great Yan will never be crippled!"
After saying that, Helian Cheng gripped his curved sword tightly and shouted to Helian Chi, "Uncle, I'll go first!"
The scimitar swiftly sliced across his neck, blood gushing out, and Helian Cheng collapsed heavily to the ground.
The soldiers of Great Yan behind him also erupted in cheers, picking up their weapons and following suit, shouting in unison: "We, the soldiers of Great Yan, will never be crippled!"
One by one, the soldiers of the Great Yan fell.
Zong Que coldly watched this scene, then raised his hand and gave the order.
"Archers, prepare! Fire the fire arrows! Kill!"
Arrows coated with oil flew towards the Yan army in the valley. The fire touched the fur on their uniforms and quickly ignited. The soldiers huddled together, and in an instant, the raging fire shot into the sky.
Seeing this, Helian Chi roared and cursed at Zong Que.
"Zong Que, you heartless and depraved villain! Your Great Zhao claims to govern the country with propriety, you despicable and shameless thief, villain! Don't you value virtue? What virtue do you have, such a cruel person! Aren't you afraid of being scorned by the world! How could your Great Zhao produce such a tyrant! You inhuman beast!"
Helian Chi hadn't read many books and couldn't think of any more words to curse Zong Que.
Watching his soldiers burn alive in the fire, he was consumed by rage, spitting blood from his mouth, wishing he could tear Zong Que apart.
Zong Que remained calm and said in a low voice, "Let's not talk about how your Northern Yan has humiliated the people of my Great Zhao after occupying the northern lands of my Great Zhao. Eighteen years ago, in the Battle of Chenzhou, you massacred hundreds of thousands of my Great Zhao soldiers and civilians. You can kill the people of my Great Zhao, so why can't I kill the people of your Great Yan? You talk to me about humanity, it's utterly ridiculous!"
"Tell me, with your remaining less than 100,000 soldiers, how long can this fire burn?"
"Ahhh—" Helian Chi screamed in agony, his head hitting the ground, provoked by Zong Que's words. However, all he could hear were the miserable cries of his Great Yan soldiers.
As a direct descendant of the Left Wise King, he was born into a high position and rarely experienced defeat. Even when he was still young, following the previous Left Wise King, who was also his uncle Helian Rui, he fought against Rong Che, who was known as the Great Zhao Divine General, and suffered several defeats. Never before had he experienced such a heart-wrenching defeat as he did today.
Watching his soldiers being burned alive in the fire, he could do nothing but wail.
The screams pierced his soul like demonic chants, yet he dared not close his eyes. "I surrender! I surrender!"
The raging flames were almost turning the sky red, and what fell before Helian Chi's eyes were the mangled limbs that the soldiers had haphazardly chopped off with their swords in agony.
They had also slaughtered the people of the Great Zhao in the past.
Now, this scene is vividly recreated before his eyes.
He had just regained his senses after the humiliation.
It turns out that surrendering and not being killed is a kind of grace.