We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 353: Treading Upon the Lands of All Nations!

Upon learning of Xiahou Nan's desire to surrender, Xiao Mo paused in shock, wondering if he'd misheard the words.

From Xiao Mo's perspective, the chances of a man like Xiahou Nan giving up were incredibly slim.

"Is General Xiahou really surrendering without any terms?" Xiao Mo questioned the messenger.

"On the details of the surrender, General Xiahou hopes for a personal meeting with the Frost Prince right between the armies. Does the Frost Prince consent?" the envoy replied.

Xiao Mo pondered briefly before nodding. "Very well, inform General Xiahou that at noon tomorrow, I'll be waiting for him!"

"Understood."

The envoy saluted and departed.

"General, you can't do this!" Once the envoy was gone, Li Jing and the others urged. "This seems highly suspicious to me!"

"Precisely," Zhao Guang agreed. "Xiahou Nan surrendering? That's too unlikely. There's surely a scheme at play."

"With Xiahou Nan driven from the city and the Prince arriving shortly, he's at his wits' end. Zhei Kingdom's doom is sealed. Why take his surrender?"

"Spot on!"

The generals voiced their concerns one by one, all deeming the situation off.

Xiao Mo raised his hand, silencing the group.

"I know full well what you've all pointed out. But my ambitions go beyond just Zhei Kingdom," Xiao Mo declared steadily.

"What do you mean, General?" Xiao Gui inquired, puzzled.

"We've absorbed two hundred thousand Zhei soldiers already. Though they've yielded to us, their loyalties waver. Xiahou Nan commands immense respect among them. Should he genuinely join the Northern Frontier, those troops would mostly align. Moreover, he's a renowned general across the realm—far more valuable than Zhei itself."

Xiao Mo gazed at the sand table.

"Tomorrow, set out wine and food. I'll share a drink with General Xiahou!"

Come noon the following day, with the reinforcements from Xiao Shi and the newly surrendered forces under Xiao Mo, eighty thousand Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry alongside five hundred thousand infantry arrayed for battle on the field.

Likewise, Xiahou Nan's six hundred thousand soldiers stood in rigid formation, ready for combat.

Right in the center between the forces, a simple wooden table and two cushions awaited.

That day, Xiao Mo donned plain white robes instead of his dragon scale armor. Mounted on a white steed with a food box in hand, he advanced slowly toward the midpoint.

Xiahou Nan, clad in simple attire like any common warrior, strode toward Xiao Mo.

Both sides' vice generals clutched their reins tightly, eyes locked ahead.

Any sudden move from either army would ignite a massive clash instantly.

"Long time no see. The Frost Prince looks even more dashing and skilled now," Xiahou Nan remarked with a grin.

"Heh heh heh, yet the general appears much wearier with age," Xiao Mo replied candidly.

"Ha ha ha," Xiahou Nan bellowed with laughter. "Frost Prince, have a seat!"

"After you, General Xiahou."

They knelt and settled opposite each other.

Xiao Mo unpacked the food box, arranging wine and dishes, then poured a cup for Xiahou Nan himself. "Dare General Xiahou partake in the fare this junior offers?"

"Why not?" Xiahou Nan seized the cup and downed it swiftly, savoring the taste. "Your Northern Frontier's Sangluo wine packs a punch. At first, it wasn't to my liking, but I grew hooked. I had folks mimic it, yet they couldn't match its essence."

"Sangluo wine hits hard initially, hard to adapt to. But once you do, other brews pale in comparison, craving it anew," Xiao Mo sipped his own. "Old General Du favored it too."

Mention of Old General Du clouded Xiahou Nan's face. He sighed deeply. "The Great Pillar of State had retired to live out his days peacefully. I pulled him back into the fray. That's on me. I failed the old general."

"Maybe," Xiao Mo refilled their cups. "Yet till his end, Old General Du held no grudge against you, nor any regrets."

Xiahou Nan clutched his cup tightly. "Did Old General Du leave any final words before passing?"

"He wanted burial on that plain and one last taste of Sangluo wine," Xiao Mo answered honestly. "General Xiahou can bring some to honor him later."

Xiahou Nan nodded, lifting his cup. "To the Frost Prince with this one. Thanks for granting the old general his last honor!"

"It was the least I could do," Xiao Mo toasted back. "Now, does General Xiahou truly intend to surrender to my Northern Frontier?"

Xiahou Nan grinned. "What thinks the Frost Prince?"

"Doesn't seem genuine," Xiao Mo shook his head. "I figure you're feigning surrender, demanding control over your old troops and the Zhei captives under me. Then, you'd strike at the right moment, shatter my forces, and turn the tide."

"Nothing escapes the Frost Prince's insight."

"Anyone beyond toddler age with basic strategy knowledge would see through it."

"Ha ha ha," Xiahou Nan laughed booming again. As his mirth faded, he fixed Xiao Mo with piercing, hawk-like eyes. "Exactly as you said, Frost Prince. Will you still take my surrender?"

"I will," Xiao Mo affirmed with a nod. "If you surrender, all Zhei soldiers fall under your command."

"..." Xiahou Nan's eyes narrowed. "You're serious, Frost Prince?"

"I seldom jest," Xiao Mo denied. "I won't grant you that chance anyway—I have ways to counter it."

"The Frost Prince is bold indeed," Xiahou Nan quaffed another cup.

"Confidence, yes, but there's more," Xiao Mo smiled.

"Do tell."

"Old General Du, before dying, shared his dream of a unified world in prosperity, though he wouldn't live to see it. And I hear General Xiahou apprenticed under him once, like master and disciple."

A gentle wind tousled Xiao Mo's hair and robes. His words carried on the breeze.

"Perhaps General Xiahou could stand in Old General Du's stead and behold the unification of all lands."

Xiahou Nan grew quiet.

Xiao Mo rose slowly, brushed off the dust, and saluted with clasped fists.

"Your talent is once-in-a-generation, General. Don't confine it to Zhei Kingdom. Though I can't vow specifics, I promise that when you march across nations, you'll face the world's great generals and conquer every territory! Should you wish it, I'll await you."

With that, Xiao Mo turned and walked away.

Xiahou Nan remained seated alone, Xiao Mo's words resounding in his mind.

When he finally looked up, the white-robed figure was already distant.

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The Records of the Warring States, Annals of the Frost Prince records:

Twenty days after the Northern Frontier army reached the Zhei capital, Zhei general Xiahou Nan doffed his armor and sought surrender, yielding all command. The Frost Prince Xiao Mo met him ten li outside, clasped his hand, and together they stormed the Zhei capital.