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

Dugu Hong was completely unaware of the turmoil in the city. At this moment, facing the chaotic army, he felt overwhelmed.

Dugu Hong was a general who was good at defense and was not good at field battles.

What's more, the rebels' morale is now low, and the officers can hardly convey orders. Even if they use drums and flags to command, they cannot form an orderly military formation.

Seeing that the Fengtian Army camp had reacted and started to rush out of the camp to form a battle formation, Dugu Hong was extremely anxious and directly issued an order for a general attack.

The soldiers rushed forward reluctantly and in a disorderly manner, and the battle line was sparse and long.

Even if Dugu Hong was not good at attacking, he could realize at this moment that such a charge formation had no combat effectiveness at all.

He made up his mind and rushed forward without paying any attention to the generals who tried to stop him.

Dugu Hong had a good horse and quickly rushed to the front of the formation, with his large banner also following him to the front.

He drew the sword from his waist and roared, "Serve your country with all your heart. Today, follow me and die!"

Seeing their commander fighting so bravely, some veterans in the front row let out hoarse roars at the same time, and the chaotic charging formation barely managed to gather a trace of sharp energy.

However, this spark that had just been ignited was soon completely extinguished by the cold reality.

boom--

A cannon shot was heard from the direction of the Fengtian Army's position.

Immediately, Dugu Hong, who was charging at the front, was overwhelmed by artillery fire, and the big flag was lifted up by the wind.

Li Che saw it clearly through the telescope, and for some reason a demonic voice sounded in his mind:

Dugu Hong was charging straight ahead, but he never expected that the Fengtian Army's artillery shell would land so fast and so accurately that it would blow Dugu Hong's pants off!

The smoke and dust instantly engulfed Dugu Hong, as well as the flag bearers and guards beside him.

In an instant, the momentum of the entire rebel charge was instantly curbed and the pace suddenly stopped.

When the smoke was blown away a little by the wind, all that remained on the battlefield, where countless eyes of both sides were focused, was a shocking crater.

General Zhendong Dugu Hong, along with his general flag, had disappeared, physically wiped out by this cannon.

All the soldiers stared at the empty area in amazement, their minds blank.

The main general... is gone just like that?

Li Che was also a little confused. Why did Dugu Hong rush so far forward?

Doesn't he know I have a gun?

Li Che turned around silently and gave a thumbs up to Chen Gui who was operating the artillery.

The latter was an old minister of the country, so he naturally knew that the gesture of his Majesty was a compliment, and he couldn't help but smile brightly.

Li Che naturally would not give up this good opportunity and immediately ordered the trumpet to be blown.

The next second, the Fengtian Army’s unique charge sounded into the sky!

Immediately afterwards, the camp gate opened and the Fengtian Army cavalry, which had been ready for action, rushed out.

They did not launch a charge immediately, but instead quickly deployed outside the camp, forming an endless black square.

At the forefront of this black wave, Li Che, wearing black dragon-patterned armor and riding the majestic Black Wind, slowly emerged from the crowd, surrounded by a group of generals.

He was not wearing a helmet, and his young face was clearly visible in the morning light. The dragon flag, symbolizing the supreme imperial power, was flying high behind him.

Li Che walked slowly towards the already rigid rebel formation in an almost patrolling manner.

The huge cavalry group behind him maintained a strict formation, marched in unison, and pressed forward silently.

There were no shouts of killing, no beating of war drums, only the rumbling sound of thousands of war horses' hooves hitting the ground.

The oppressive feeling brought by this silent intimidation is far more suffocating than a charge.

One hundred steps... eighty steps... fifty steps...

The soldiers in the front row of the rebel formation could already see Li Che's face clearly. The huge sense of oppression made their hands and feet cold, and they couldn't help but retreat.

The already loose formation became even more chaotic, and the officers' shouts became pale and powerless.

About fifty steps from the rebel front line, Li Che reined in his horse.

He glanced at the bewildered enemy soldiers before him and spoke slowly:

"I am the Emperor of Daqing, Li Che!"

The generals behind him immediately repeated this sentence in unison, and the sound spread across the battlefield like thunder:

"His Majesty the Emperor of Daqing, here—"

Li Che continued:

"I am here to swear an oath with you!"

"Put down your weapons and let bygones be bygones!"

"Put down your weapons, and let bygones be bygones—"

"Put down your weapons, and let bygones be bygones—"

The huge sound waves rang out again and again, impacting the soldiers' already fragile psychological defenses.

Being loyal to the country is Dugu Hong's selfish desire. Why should the low-level soldiers pay the price of their lives for Dugu Hong's reputation?

On one side is the commander who has been killed, and on the other side is the personal promise of the current emperor!

Even a fool knows what to choose!

After a moment of silence, someone was the first to throw the spear to the ground with a clang.

As if receiving a signal, a chain reaction was instantly triggered among the rebels.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bows and arrows, spears, muskets...

The soldiers threw their weapons to the ground and rushed forward, as if they had thrown away something cursed.

No matter how the officers in the rear beat and scolded the soldiers, or even hacked some of the retreating ones with their swords, they were unable to stop this avalanche-like wave of surrender.

The general who was originally preparing to hand over his military command in the government office felt his heart jump to his throat when he saw the scene before him.

He took another look at the tragic scene of Dugu Hong who was blown to pieces, silently reached into his arms, groping for the wrinkled life-saving talisman, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

Then he sighed deeply, jumped off the horse, took out the leaflet from his arms, and raised his hands above his head.

He knelt down in the direction of Li Che and shouted with all his strength:

"I surrender! Long live the Emperor of Daqing!"

With someone taking the lead, the other hesitant generals no longer had any concerns and all dismounted and knelt.

"I surrender! Long live the Emperor of Daqing!"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live our emperor! Long, long live our emperor!"

The cry of surrender started from the generals and quickly spread throughout the entire rebel formation.

Tens of thousands of soldiers knelt on the ground in rows and patches like waves of wheat blown down by the wind.

The cheers of "Long live the emperor" were a little chaotic at first, but soon became uniform and soared into the sky!

Li Che gently squeezed the horse's belly, urging the black wind under his crotch to move forward slowly.

Generals such as Yue Yun followed closely behind, looking around vigilantly.

Li Che walked slowly on the battlefield full of kneeling surrendered soldiers. Wherever he passed, the soldiers lowered their heads even lower, and their shouts of "Long live the emperor" became more pious.

The wave of kneeling spread rapidly around him, like ripples caused by a stone thrown into a lake, quickly covering the entire battlefield.

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live my emperor!"