The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 178 Self-Choice

"Now lay down your weapons, soldiers who surrender. On behalf of the King of Zhennan, I accept your surrender and will incorporate you into the special platoon of the Feng family army." Feng Jingxuan's voice was like thunder, echoing in the night sky of Nanyang Prefecture, like an invisible rope, tightly pulling the heartstrings of every soldier.

He stood in the darkness, his expression resolute, his gaze piercing as he scanned the hesitant soldiers. He knew they were mere pawns caught in a power struggle. A complex mix of emotions surged within him: sympathy, pity, even a hint of anger. But he couldn't show a single wavering moment. His duty was to lead them out of the abyss, not into it.

"In the special platoon, you will receive new training. Those who perform well will have the opportunity to join the regular Feng Family Army." His voice was steady and powerful, and every word pierced the soldiers' hearts like a knife. "However, you must consider carefully. Now, all of you are considered rebels of the Apocalypse Dynasty!"

As his voice fell, the surrounding soldiers began to whisper, some looking uneasy, others angry, their eyes flickering with struggle and confusion. The balance in their hearts was swaying, the weighing of life and death, loyalty and betrayal weighing on their hearts like a huge rock.

"The military law of the Tianqi Dynasty is strict. Attacking your own city is a crime of treason!" Feng Jingxuan's tone gradually became cold, as if he wanted to use cold facts to tear apart the remaining fantasies in the hearts of those soldiers. "All those suspected of treason will be beheaded!" His words were like a flash of lightning, breaking the silence of the night and making people's hearts palpitate.

At this moment, Feng Jingxuan felt the weight on his shoulders grow heavier. He could see fear and despair written across the soldiers' faces, as if their fate would be decided by his words in the next second. Deep down, he struggled: Should these young lives really be sacrificed for a fight that was not theirs? But reason told him that if the situation wasn't brought under control quickly, there would be even more senseless sacrifices. He had to be ruthless.

"This is your last choice!" Feng Jingxuan's tone became even more resolute, practically a growl. "Surrender, and I will arrange for you to be retrained and given the opportunity to return to the army. Otherwise, you will be considered rebels and face severe punishment!"

His voice was like a war drum, beating the last bit of rationality in the soldiers' hearts. He knew that the vast majority did not want to become rebels, they were just swept up in the power struggle, and now, he gave them a chance to choose, although this opportunity was full of uncertainty and risk.

Feng Jingxuan glanced at the refugees standing in the corner, who had also been caught up in the rebellion. His gaze shifted, and his voice carried a certain authority that could not be ignored: "The same applies to refugees. Don't think you can escape legal punishment just because you aren't soldiers for participating in this rebellion. Everyone must take responsibility for their own choices."

The air seemed frozen, a tense atmosphere permeating the surroundings. The soldiers lowered their heads in thought, their grips on their weapons burning in their hands. Each of them agonized over this: they had once served the Third Prince with allegiance, even willing to sacrifice for him. But now, were they still willing to sacrifice their lives for that loyalty?

Feng Jingxuan knew the soldiers faced not only a life-or-death struggle, but also a clash of loyalties and convictions. Faced with this conflict, he couldn't be soft-hearted. He took another deep breath, his gaze piercing, his voice filled with command: "This is your last chance! Lay down your weapons, surrender is your only way out! Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price for your choice!"

The soldiers' whispers grew more intense. Some whispered, "If we surrender, will we be considered cowards?" Others whispered back, "But do we really want to die here?"

At this moment, a sneer broke the soldiers' whispers.

Qian Dayong slowly walked out of the crowd, his eyes filled with disdain and determination. He looked at Feng Jingxuan coldly, his voice revealing an unshakable determination: "You cannot surrender!"

Feng Jingxuan's eyes were fixed on him. Qian Dayong was a die-hard loyalist to the Third Prince, and his presence undoubtedly brought new pressure to the already shaken soldiers.

Qian Dayong stood before everyone, his tone filled with determination: "Surrendering is a betrayal of the Third Prince, a betrayal of our sworn loyalty! Are you really willing to betray your oath and bow to these Feng family members? Where is your honor?"

Every word he said was like a knife, piercing the hearts of those soldiers. Qian Dayong was not trying to persuade them, but to stir up the loyalty and stubbornness that had not yet been extinguished deep in their hearts.

Feng Jingxuan's face darkened, realizing the situation was taking a dangerous turn. Qian Dayong's voice was like a flame, igniting the last bit of stubbornness in the soldiers' hearts. He had to make a decision quickly, otherwise the situation would be out of control.

"Honor?" Feng Jingxuan sneered and countered, "What you call honor is nothing more than blind loyalty that gambles your own life and the lives of your brothers! The Third Prince is beyond redemption; his fate is sealed. Are you still going to die for a fight that is doomed to fail? This is a foolish sacrifice, not the glory of a hero!"

The soldiers' eyes shifted between the two men, and the balance in their hearts swung violently between loyalty and survival.

Feng Jingxuan straightened his body, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "The Third Prince has lost all support, but you still have a chance to start over. Lay down your weapons, choose to survive, and don't sacrifice your lives for those who have lost hope!"