Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 824 The Fall Of A Hero

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wanjun, once hailed as a hero on the battlefield, met his inevitable fate of dying in battle, wrapped in a horse's hide. The most tragic and ironic part was that he ended up being defeated by a young man in his early twenties.

What a colossal irony!

"Xi Xia army, listen up! You have been surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender. Donghua always treats its prisoners with generosity!" Chu Feng pointed his long sword, his voice resonating with immense force, reaching the ears of every Xi Xia soldier through the rolling sand.

Whoosh…

Facing the Donghua army, which outnumbered them several times over and had them surrounded, the remaining few thousand soldiers of the Xi Xia army felt helpless and panicked, like lambs awaiting slaughter.

"We've lost, utterly defeated." Xiahou Jun sighed heavily, the first to remove his dragon-patterned armor, drop his weapon, and dismount to surrender.

The other generals wore desolate expressions and, one by one, dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Clatter, clatter…

Thousands of soldiers, all discarding their weapons, their gazes distant and filled with despair.

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, Chen FengXing and his men quickly took control of the prisoners. They were all filled with excitement and elation.

After three months of oppression, they had finally achieved a comprehensive victory!

They had finally emerged victorious in this war!

But wait…

However, one person remained seated tall on his warhorse within the Xi Xia faction, appearing proud and disdainful, showing no intention of surrender.

He was none other than the Wargod of the Six Nations, Jiang Wanjun!

The strong wind whipped up the yellow sand, striking his war robe that had weathered countless battles. Jiang Wanjun stood with a blade in hand, his grizzled beard fluttering in the wind, exuding a sense of the decline of a hero. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Mr. Jiang, we've lost. Surrender." Xiahou Jun couldn't help but turn red-eyed, his voice choked with emotion.

"Mr. Jiang, surrender!" The other generals also spoke up, knowing well that if Jiang Wanjun didn't surrender, the only fate awaiting him would be death.

Swoosh!

Thousands of cold blades from the Donghua army were unsheathed, glaring menacingly at Jiang Wanjun. However, the old hero burst into wild laughter and said disdainfully, "Surrender? I've tasted victory and defeat my whole life and experienced ups and downs, but I have never surrendered. In my 120th year, I won't leave behind the reputation of a 'surrendered general' as I face my end, nor will I leave a legacy of infamy."

Xiahou Jun and the others teared up silently, choking back sobs.

"Young man, you're exceptional. To be defeated by you, I willingly accept it." Jiang Wanjun tightened the reins of his warhorse. He raised his long knife provocatively and said, "Do you have

the courage to face me in one final battle?"

Chen FengXing's expression changed, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Dragon Lord, this old man is already a defeated general. There's no need to pay him any attention!"

"Yeah, who knows what tricks he might have up his sleeve. Let's just take him down directly!"

However, Chu Feng raised his hand to interrupt everyone, his gaze calm yet respectful. "I am willing to accompany General Jiang on his final journey!"

"Hahaha, good! Kid, I admit I'm not as good as you." Jiang Wanjun burst into hearty laughter again. His hands, filled with wrinkles and scars, patted his warhorse's flank. His tone, for once, became unexpectedly gentle, "Accompany me for one last battle, alright, old friend?"

"Charge!" he cried out with intense animosity. Wielding his plain knife, he swung it with momentum as if slicing the heavens and earth apart, advancing relentlessly…