"Sir! It's not good——"
The curtain was suddenly opened, and a young man broke in with the cold wind carrying snowflakes. That was the soldier He Xing. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and he knelt on one knee. His voice trembled with extreme panic: "Master General, he... Surrendered! Commander Zuo Guangxian has opened the city and surrendered to the invaders!"
Ning Xingchen slowly raised his eyes.
This moment has finally come.
In the 16th year of Chongzhen, the world was like a pile of eggs, war smoke was everywhere in Shaanxi, and Li Zicheng's cavalry was as powerful as a broken bamboo. He stared calmly at the young soldier in front of him. In those frightened eyes, he saw the fear of the unknown and the final reliance on him as the general.
"Got it."
Ning Xingchen spoke, his voice was calmer and colder than expected, "I'll surrender. As long as they don't massacre the city or oppress the people, let them go."
He Xing was stunned, obviously not expecting the general's reaction to be so dull.
"Go, gather the brothers together, strictly restrain them, and don't cause trouble." Ning Xingchen stood up, strode to He Xing, and slapped his shoulder heavily with his generous palm, conveying a sense of stability, "Wait for the news, go ahead."
