We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Seeing Zhang Fan's calm demeanor, the two Park brothers felt a surge of anger.

"What did I think you were waiting for? Your Fengtian Army invaded my city?"

Park was furious and drew his sword: "You want to die after such provocation?!"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Under the two people's puzzled gazes, he looked around and then shook his head in disappointment.

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

Park was confused: "What are you regretting?"

Zhang Fan laughed and said, "It's a pity that there are no bricks or stones in your tent, only loess. You can't build a beautiful tomb."

When Park Nanjian saw Zhang Fan's expression, he felt a chill in his heart: "What do you mean?"

"Last month, Qin Jing was sent as an envoy to Liujing, and blood was spilled under the throne of Goryeo."

"This month, my king led his army to attack and captured the city of Ryugyong. The Goryeo army was completely defeated and fled. The Goryeo king was unable to escape and was taken prisoner."

"After my king entered the city, he ordered the bricks and stones under the Goryeo king's throne to be taken down and a tomb built for Master Qin!"

"I couldn't be more envious of such a feat that brought honor to our family! If you two are willing to help, please hurry up and let me spread my passion further."

"When the Fengtian army breaks through your camp, my king can use this bloody yellow earth to build a tomb for me and honor my family!"

"Although an earthen tomb is not as beautiful as a brick or stone tomb, I am content with it!"

Park Nanjian and Park Nansheng looked at each other and saw a look of fear in each other's eyes.

What's wrong with this envoy?

Is the mission just to die?

Not only did he send himself to die, he was also proud to die here, and he would take the blood-spattered soil back to build his grave.

Are you sure this is an envoy and not a madman?

After a brief moment of surprise, Park Nanjian calmed down.

The Fengtian Army cannot be provoked. The soldiers brought not only the news of the fall of seven cities, but also a detailed battle report.

The Fengtian Army captured these cities with almost no effort.

With just a fierce bombardment of firearms called "cannons", the city defenses collapsed instantly, and none of the defenders of the seven cities could organize an effective resistance.

This artillery is more powerful than I imagined!

After weighing the pros and cons, he silently suppressed his brother's sword-wielding hand and put on a smile:

"Your Excellency is joking. We have no intention of harming you."

Zhang Fan showed regret and shook his head: "What a pity. In that case, then let's talk about it?"

Park Nanjian smiled and said, "Let's talk, let's talk."

Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged as he spoke loudly, "Korea has repeatedly invaded our Daqing border, killed our envoys, and looted our property. Now our country is destroyed and our family is ruined. It's all our own fault!"

"The king is merciful and does not want to kill all of you, so he sent me here to give you a chance to live."

"A way to survive?" Park sneered. "What do you want?"

"Submit to the country and take the king as your master. From now on, Goryeo will not be allowed to claim the title of king!"

Zhang Fan's voice was resounding and unquestionable.

The generals in the tent were suddenly in an uproar.

They were rebels who were dissatisfied with the rule of the Goryeo royal family and rose up to change the dynasty.

Now, without even a battle being fought, the enemy was destroyed by the Fengtian Army that appeared out of nowhere, and King Feng wanted them to serve him as their leader.

So what was the significance of their rebellion?

Just to change a master?

Most of the generals looked unhappy and could not accept this at all.

Park Nanjian gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, and he was struggling violently in his heart.

He knew that Goryeo was finished. No matter how the Fengtian Army did it, neither the Goryeo soldiers nor the natural barriers could stop them.

So, can his 100,000-strong army resist the Fengtian Army?

Zhang Fan looked at Park Nanjian's expression coldly. He knew that he was the one who made the decision between the two brothers.

He then said, "The Fengtian Army has 150,000 soldiers here. How many soldiers does General Park have?"

"How many armies are lurking behind General Park, on the border between Silla and Baekje?"

"Does General Park really think he can hold off a three-way attack from the Fengtian Army, Silla, and Baekje?"

Zhang Fan looked at the changing expressions on Park Nanjian's face and understood.

He saw that Park Nam-geon was indecisive, otherwise he would not have stayed where he was after raising an army for so long.

Li Che's order to him was to intimidate the Park family so that they would not dare to invade the north.

In this way, Fengguo would have enough time to stabilize the northern part of Goryeo, gradually erase the imprint of Goryeo, and develop into the shape of Fengguo.

Now, Zhang Fan realized that the Park brothers were strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and he felt that this goal was not enough.

"Pu Nanjian," Zhang Fan said, his voice slowing down. "I know you're unwilling, but you should also think about your subordinates and the soldiers who follow you. They've been through thick and thin with you. Could you bear to let them die in vain?"

This is totally wrong. How could a traitor like Park Nanjian care about the lives of his subordinates?

The reason I said this was to give him a way out.

Sure enough, after Zhang Fan said this, Park Nanjian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Excellency, this army is the blood and sweat of my father. It must not be surrendered. Please, Your Majesty, change the terms."

Zhang Fan shook his head. "Who said you should surrender your army? His Highness has ordered that if you are willing to surrender, you can be granted an official position and title, and command the southern cities of Goryeo."

Park Nanjian's eyes lit up and he asked, "What about the North?"

Zhang Fan sneered, "The King is the monarch, and you are the subject. How the North is handled is your Highness's business. When is it the subject's turn to ask the monarch for advice?"

Park Nanjian felt a little uneasy in his heart. He also knew that the fallen cities in the north would never be recovered.

However, Zhang Fan’s words did make him very excited.

Having the army in hand and being able to control the military and political power of the existing territory is also a good choice for me.

As for submitting to Daqing, it really doesn't matter.

After all, Goryeo has been paying tribute to the Central Plains for thousands of years, and the identity relationship between father and son has long been solid.

Except for a few occasional rebellious sons, most of the peninsula's regimes recognized the status of the Central Plains dynasty.

"Now, make your choice."

Zhang Fan saw Park Nanjian's hesitation and took advantage of the opportunity to pursue him.

"Or, fight to the bitter end! If the Fengtian Army wipes out your place, I can still get a beautiful grave."

"Or, submit to King Feng. Although I will lose a tomb, you will survive."

Park Nanjian looked bitter.

This messenger is scary, he always wants to go to the grave...

He slowly took off the sword from his waist, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice:

"We are willing to submit to Daqing and serve the Emperor of Daqing as our Lord!"

Zhang Fan said in a deep voice: "It is to surrender to the country and serve the king as the master!"

Park Nanjian's heart sank.

Feng Feng Wang was the master, which was another level down. After all, Feng State was just a vassal state of Daqing.

But thinking of the Fengtian Army's terrifying firearms, and thinking of becoming the local emperor of southern Goryeo, I thought of the life of luxury and power I would lead...

Who would be willing to risk their life if they could just live?

"Yes, I serve the king as my lord. May the king live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years!"