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Chapter 179 No Surrender

Qian Dayong sneered and fearlessly stepped forward. His voice, like a sharp blade, pierced the silence of the night sky: "We cannot surrender! The Third Prince represents the imperial court; the Prince of Zhennan is merely a king of a different surname! We support the Third Prince!" These words, like a stone thrown into a lake, quickly stirred ripples. The soldiers' hearts were plucked, and anger and loyalty collided violently in the darkness.

The soldiers stared at each other, their once-blurred loyalties gradually becoming clearer. Some gripped their weapons tightly, their gazes fixed firmly on Qian Dayong, as if searching for a clear path out. But others, however, had complex expressions, their hearts wavering as they weighed their own fates. The chill of the night wind blew through them, thickening the oppressive atmosphere.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Feng Jingxuan's face, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly. He knew that Qian Dayong's words struck a chord with the soldiers, stirring their deep-seated loyalty. However, Feng Jingxuan had long understood that the struggle for power was always cruel, and he had to gain a firm foothold no matter what. "Qian Dayong," Feng Jingxuan said coldly, with a hint of disdain in his voice, "Can your loyalty save your life? The power of the Third Prince is nothing but an empty title in the court. What we must protect is the future of Nanyang Prefecture, your own home!"

Feng Jingxuan's voice was like thunder, shaking those wavering hearts. The soldiers' eyes turned to him again, wondering which side they should stand on. "Are you willing to abandon your homes and risk your lives and future for those high-ranking officials?" Feng Jingxuan continued, his tone carrying undeniable strength.

In the night sky, the faint starlight flickered, as if cheering Feng Jingxuan on. He knew he had to seize this moment and turn the tide to defeat Qian Dayong's verbal offensive. "Surrender is not cowardice, but a way to protect our families and for a better tomorrow!" His voice was resounding, each word resonating, igniting hope in the soldiers' hearts. "Today's choice is not just about you, but also about your families!"

The atmosphere in the field grew increasingly tense. Feng Jingxuan's every word was like a blaze, burning away the hesitation and fear in the soldiers' hearts. The soldiers' gazes hardened once again, and they considered whether the weapons in their hands should continue to serve in a war that seemed hopeless.

Qian Dayong's eyes darkened. He knew Feng Jingxuan had already shaken the resolve of some, but he couldn't let the situation continue to deteriorate. His voice suddenly rose, filled with determination: "Don't listen to his nonsense! The Prince of Zhennan's ambition is nothing more than the expansion of power, while we are here to protect the honor of Nanyang Prefecture and the dignity of our soldiers!"

On the battlefield, silence clung to the air, like a string about to snap, taut and suffocating. Soldiers tore between loyalty and fear, their hearts torn by the uncertainty of the future, plunging them into endless turmoil.

Feng Jingxuan sneered and calmly and cruelly issued an order: "Feng family soldiers, listen! Those who refuse to surrender will be killed without mercy! Prepare!" As soon as he finished speaking, the 30,000 Feng family soldiers quickly moved, raising their shields in unison and aiming their crossbows at the hesitant soldiers. In the moonlight, the flash of swords and sabers reflected on everyone's face, and the air was filled with a biting chill.

Feng Jingxuan's personal guards followed him like shadows, keeping a close eye on the key figures in the field. The Third Prince, his military advisor Yin Ce, Minister Chen of the Left Ministry of Rites, former Nanyang Prefecture Governor Wen Renxin, and even Qian Dajin, the owner of Xinglong Bank, were all under crossbow fire; any unsettling movement could have fatal consequences.

"Now, make your choice!" Feng Jingxuan's voice was like a verdict, filled with unavoidable determination. He knew that tonight's decision not only affected the battle between him and Qian Dayong, but also the fate of every soldier.

The night wind howled across the battlefield, bringing with it endless oppression and anxiety. The soldiers stood at the crossroads of fate, their hearts swaying. Each knew that one move tonight would determine their life or death, their future.