Victory is born from success; defeat, from death. With enemy generals lying dead and Xu Yang mounted on his horse, his spear across his lap, the fighting spirit in him soared. None dared meet his gaze, and even several Jin Country generals kneeled and bowed their heads, conceding defeat and submitting.
Seeing this, Xu Yang said no more. He turned towards the city gates and bellowed loudly, "Accept their surrender!"
Upon hearing these words, it was then that Zhang Yan atop the city wall came to her senses, and accepted the enemy's surrender.
Although Xu Yang had been key to the victory, as the lord of this territory, the final decision still lay in her hands.
With the request accepted, the enemy army surrendered completely. The remaining dozen or so members of the Guard Army and the entire Escort Army's Sweat Blood Armored Horses disappeared into streaks of light, and several Jin Country generals were enveloped in radiance, turning into several cards.
