We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 352: General Xiahou Requests Surrender to the Frost Prince!

The clamor of killing echoed over this unnamed plain for an entire day and night.

One after another, cultivators dropped onto the earth here. Blood trickled slowly, landing on blades of grass before slipping away and dyeing the dirt crimson.

Once the noises of battle faded away, the figures remaining on this forward field of combat were predominantly clad in pristine white scale armor.

The final banner of the Zhei Kingdom got sliced down and toppled to the earth.

The forces of Zhei Kingdom suffered total annihilation.

"Those who surrender shall live, those who resist shall die!"

A number of colonels from the Northern Frontier army channeled their spiritual power to project their declarations over the plain.

Soldiers of Zhei Kingdom successively dropped their arms, clasped hands behind their necks, and dropped to their knees on the ground.

A few Zhei Kingdom troops persisted in desperate struggle. Yet they were already spent. These fighters quickly went quiet.

In the battlefield's heart, the armored elder appeared to have drained every ounce of his vigor.

He let out a soft sigh, plunged his gore-covered longsaber into the soil, then gradually took off his helmet and settled cross-legged upon the ground.

Soldiers of the Northern Frontier army simply observed this elder without advancing.

Though this Dragon Gate realm elder was elderly, he remained akin to a veteran tiger poised to tear foes apart in an instant.

As the Northern Frontier troops encircling the elder gradually divided, a figure in dragon scale armor strode ahead steadily.

He took off his helmet, passed his longspear to the vice general nearby, and approached the elder step by step.

At last, Xiao Mo positioned himself in front of the elder and sat cross-legged.

The dying sun brushed the heavens with rosy hues mirroring the plain's bloodied earth. Rays bathed all present, outlining Xiao Mo and the elder in a subtle golden glow.

"I have lost," Du Beiwang uttered slowly, his voice steady and sincere.

"The old general's bravery remains undiminished from former days," Xiao Mo replied sincerely.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Du Beiwang lifted his gaze to meet Xiao Mo's eyes. "Praise from a youthful junior whose hair is still sparse might normally embarrass this old man, yet from you, it brings genuine comfort."

Xiao Mo responded, "This junior only states the facts."

Du Beiwang shook his head while gazing at the sunset. "Following this fierce clash, none in Zhei Kingdom can halt Qin Kingdom's advance. From now on, Zhei Kingdom's territories shall all fall to Qin."

"The Ten Thousand Laws Realm was once unified under a single empire. Feudal states have splintered and seized lands for thousands of years. The world's inevitable flow decrees that prolonged division leads to unity, and prolonged unity to division. The moment has arrived for this cycle to conclude," Xiao Mo declared.

"What has long been divided must unite, what has long been united must divide." Du Beiwang echoed Xiao Mo's phrase and nodded. "True enough—thousands of years back, all realms stemmed from the Great Zhou!"

"Alas, this grand unification is one this old man won't witness." Du Beiwang sighed, his breathing turning ever fainter. "Still, I have upheld the faith of the two prior emperors."

"Does the general hold any final requests?" Xiao Mo inquired.

"Final requests..." Du Beiwang pondered briefly. "Might I ask the Frost Prince to inter this old man right here? No need to transport me to Zhei's capital."

"As you desire, old sir," Xiao Mo agreed with a nod. "Any others?"

Du Beiwang reflected once more, then shifted his eyes to Xiao Mo and grinned. "This old man adores your Northern Frontier's Sangluo wine. Might I savor one final cup?"

Xiao Mo glanced toward Zhao Guang nearby. Zhao Guang swiftly rummaged and remarkably located a gourd of Sangluo wine.

Du Beiwang seized the wine gourd and gulped heartily. Liquor spilled from his lips and trailed downward.

"Fine brew, truly superb."

The elder eyed the gourd and smiled. A sickly red tinged his face, while his words softened progressively.

"Such... potent wine..."

With the elder's last words trailing off, the gourd tumbled from his grasp onto the dirt. Liquor gushed from its mouth, drenching the soil at his feet.

Xiao Mo rose, retreated a step, and offered a profound bow.

After tidying the battlefield, Xiao Mo pressed onward with his forces toward Fengshang City.

"General..." En route to Fengshang City, Li Jing rode alongside Xiao Mo and ventured, "Our troops must submit a battle report to His Majesty and the Prince, yet this plain lacks a name, making it tricky to record. Pray the general grants one."

"A name?"

Xiao Mo clutched the reins, mulled it over, and declared.

"Name it Beiwang Plain."

Li Jing paused briefly at Xiao Mo's words but promptly affirmed, "Yes!"

Once the Northern Frontier army departed, the once grim plain restored utter tranquility.

A simple tombstone rose on that plain, bearing only the occupant's name etched roughly.

A jug of Sangluo wine rested before the stone.

A gentle wind passed by, causing the wine gourd to sway lightly, evoking an elder clasping it aloft, head thrown back, staring northward to his distant homeland.

Post the Battle of Beiwang Plain, Xiao Mo reached Fengshang City.

Fengshang City then held merely five thousand defenders. It scarcely differed from a deserted stronghold.

Guards atop the walls paled in terror at the sight of the Northern Frontier army.

Particularly after Xiao Mo displayed the Zhei Kingdom Great Pillar of State's jade token, the soldiers realized their Great Pillar of State's defeat and lost all fight.

The provisional city lord ceased pointless defiance and emerged to yield the city.

Tidings of Fengshang City's fall raced straight to Zhei Kingdom's capital.

Upon hearing the Great Pillar of State's rout, with original 350,000 troops dwindled to 150,000 all capitulating to Xiao Mo, Zhei's ruler flew into rage, breath seizing as he teetered on the dragon throne.

Beyond this, save for Xiao Shi and Xiahou Nan's deadlock, the remaining three fronts surged forward. Zhei Kingdom seemed powerless to stem the Northern Frontier tide.

Now, Surrender Faction voices drowned out the Fight-to-the-Death Faction.

They argued surrender remained viable.

Further delay meant no bargaining once Northern Frontier forces hit the capital.

Zhei's ruler concurred inwardly.

Pastly, Zhei's ruler had retreated to the capital before yielding, emerging affluent. Key was Zhei's minor status; Qin forces met scant resistance, claiming it effortlessly.

Qin's ruler gained prestige by accepting.

Yet now, amid mortal combat with heavy losses between Zhei and Qin, timely surrender might allow talks. Delay further, and even if Xiao Shi consented, Qin troops wouldn't.

However...

Zhei's ruler eyed his throne, loath to relinquish it.

Wealth paled against imperial splendor.

As Zhei's ruler wavered, frontline defeat dispatches piled before him.

Seventy percent spotlighted Xiao Mo!

Though Xiao Mo's line lay farthest and most circuitous from Zhei's capital, post-Fengshang capture and Du Beiwang's crushing, Xiao Mo's drive peaked.

In Zhei, generals deemed Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry encounters fearsome, yet worse were those masked in asura visages!

Zhei boasted loyal diehards, but more were craven climbers.

Spotting asura-masked Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry, city guardians' knees buckled; they scrambled to capitulate.

Thus, Xiao Mo overran cities like traversing vacant lands, facing negligible opposition.

In the three months Zhei's ruler dithered, Xiao Mo carved to the battle line's midpoint.

Thus figured, absent mishaps, under half a year and Xiao Mo first storms Zhei's capital!

At length, Zhei's ruler buckled, seeking surrender. Yet ministers urged dispatching the missive to Xiao Mo's outpost over Northern Pacification Prince's host or Qin capital.

Perusing Zhei ruler's surrender decree, Xiao Mo chuckled in derision. He discerned the court's scheme. But such petty divide-and-conquer ploy availed naught against Northern Frontier's unstoppable surge.

Xiao Mo forwarded the surrender letter posthaste to Xiao Shi's encampment.

Xiao Shi guffawed and relayed it sans delay to Qin capital.

Qin's ruler flatly rejected Zhei ruler's plea.

Though acceptance spared lives now, Zhei wasn't sole holdout.

Chu, Yan, Jin, mighty Qi, plus six other powers endured.

If rulers fought to exhaustion then yielded, retaining luxury and hollow honors, what of lesser kings?

Qin ruler commanded unrelenting assault to raze Zhei capital.

In truth, sans decree, Xiao Mo foresaw this.

Thus, pending reply, Xiao Mo never halted, storming three further cities.

Conversely, surrender news crushed Zhei morale. Xiahou Nan strove to staunch it, yet stood solitary.

Xiao Shi needed no gains; mere deadlock sufficed as other Northern Frontier prongs seized capital.

Half a month elapsed.

Xiao Shi at last took Mingyue City. Xiahou Nan fell back, ceding two cities to shrink lines and regroup.

Concurrently, Xiao Manor's eldest scion, Xiao Yichuan, joined the fray.

Xiao Shi named Xiao Yichuan Vanguard General to spearhead. He proved worthy.

Xiao Manor's heir morphed into colossal berg upon entry, devastating foes in awe-inspiring rampage.

With brother's arrival, Xiao Yishe eased, deeming him superior to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Shi beamed at eldest's prowess.

Through Lu Pass, Xiao Shi pierced Xiahou Nan's ploy, aiming garrison at Huating.

Securing Huating barred Zhei's Guanzhong aids from Lu's flank, granting time to subdue Luxi City, severing Zhei-Zhi ties, nibbling Zhei piecemeal.

Huating thus anchored Luxi's east. Its loss flung wide the gates.

Eying glory, brother back, Xiao Yishe regained confidence, volunteering for Huating.

Frankly, Xiao Shi despaired of second son, pondering post-war match to idle him. Yet paternally, he yearned all sons excel, shunning mediocrity.

Weighing options, Xiao Shi granted Xiao Yishe last chance at Huating.

Huating's terrain favored defense, prime bastion. Just hold firm!

Xiao Shi allotted crack troops too.

Pre-departure, Xiao Shi hammered: garrison solely, ignore else!

Xiao Yishe vowed remembrance. Yet at Huating, he flouted orders, forsaking wells and paths, hauling troops uphill to camp.

Wang Ping urged restraint; Xiao Yishe rebuffed, citing "high ground splits foes like bamboo," allotting token force below.

Zhei's Zhang Hu arrived, severed waters, besieged peak. Thirst-ravaged, Xiao Yishe's host crumbled; escapes botched.

Zhang Hu pressed, shattering lines; troops routed.

Wang Ping drummed defiance with thousand-plus, fooling Zhang Hu's ambush fear; he rallied survivors' retreat.

Huating lost, Xiahou Nan thrust Zhang Hu into Luxi. Xiao Shi's side gaped, dire straits.

No choice, Xiao Shi quit three commanderies, falling to Wandeng City.

Zhei exhaled, then squeezed Xiao Shi's flanks. Save Xiao Mo, Liu Xing, three-prong stalled!

Worse, triumph inflamed Zhei spirits.

Xiao Yishe grasped his felony. Back at camp, law demanded death; father's rigor precluded mercy.

Thus, Xiao Yishe herded remnants cross-field to Chu.

Grumblers quelled by "secret directive"; orders bound them. Ill fate: Xiao Mo intercepted.

Xiao Mo seized Xiao Yishe effortlessly, convoying to Xiao Shi.

Beholding son, Xiao Shi sighed deeply, decreeing execution.

Xiao Yichuan's begs availed nil.

Execution eve, Xiao Shi brooded tent-bound long; thoughts unknown.

Dawn, Xiao Shi bade main hold Xiahou Nan, easing others. Detached forces bolstered Xiao Mo, granting full leeway—even solo capital strike, unreported.

All dispatches routed to Xiao Mo.

Flank though, Xiao Mo now embodied core thrust.

Two months more.

Xiao Mo's host first camped under Zhei capital ramparts!

Xiao Mo skipped no-fly arrays, letting Zhei ruler hail Xiahou Nan.

True to form, Zhei ruler commanded Xiahou Nan's instant return—or rebel.

Letter read, Xiahou Nan skyward-sighed; overnight, locks snowed.

Morrow, Xiahou Nan quit city, racing capital-ward.

Xiao Mo readied dual assault. Surprise: Xiahou Nan envoyed instead.

"What wisdom prompts General Xiahou's envoy?" Xiao Mo received him.

Envoy Zhang Qiu sighed profoundly and declared.

"General Xiahou seeks surrender to the Fr