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Chapter 572: Niu Fu's End

It collapsed. It completely collapsed. It collapsed completely.

As the saying goes, a general is the courage of his soldiers.

Since ancient times, when a general leads his troops, his soldiers are incompetent and his generals are incompetent as well.

Even in a modern society that emphasizes military informatization and flattening, the role of an excellent commander cannot be ignored.

In this classical era when ninety-nine percent of soldiers were illiterate, the role of the commander-in-chief was even more crucial and irreplaceable.

Niu Fu, his act of choosing to escape under great pressure directly ruined the fate of the entire army.

The soldiers who lost their commander completely lost their fighting spirit and were like lambs to be slaughtered.

Under the joint attack of the knights led by Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei and the remnants of Zhang Ji, the thousands of troops quickly fell apart and fled in all directions.

Niu Fu dressed up as a soldier, mixed in with the defeated army, and fled into the darkness under the cover of night.

However, he didn't notice that a pair of eyes had already been staring at him.

"Don't leave the trash!"

Su Yao rushed forward alone, chasing after him with a lance in hand.

"Mom!"

"Why is he haunting us?"

Niu Fu was horrified. He didn't know he had been exposed. He thought Su Yao had guessed the right place, so he quickly changed direction and blended into another group of people.

However, Su Yao's battlefield intuition was exceptionally sharp, or rather, the mission objectives on his minimap were particularly eye-catching.

Even though Niu Fu changed direction several times, he could not escape his pursuit.

"What the hell."

"What the hell!"

Niu Fu, riding on his horse, was panting, but the shouting and wailing behind him were following him like a shadow.

Finally, these defeated soldiers realized that they could not escape, so they dismounted from their horses and knelt down to beg for surrender.

Seeing this, Niu Fu didn't dare to run anymore, for fear of dying in the chaos.

However, he did not kneel down and beg for mercy like those people, trying to get away with it.

It's not that his pride doesn't allow it, but who is Niu Fu? It's impossible for him to escape the identification of the surrendered soldiers.

Rather than being tied up and asking for reward later, it is better to reveal your identity now.

Niu Fu took a deep breath, trying to look calmer, then slowly turned around, facing Su Yao who was chasing him, and raised his hand and said:
"Champion Hou, you win."

Niu Fu's voice was slightly hoarse and trembling:

"I am the General of the Central Army, Niu Fu. I was defeated by you today. I admit defeat."

Looking at Su Yao slowly approaching, Niu Fu's heart was pounding.

This young man is really weird.

As if he knew his identity, he didn't show any surprise at all. Instead, he kept pressing forward, step by step.

Looking at Su Yao's bloodstained face, Niu Fu nervously suppressed his emotions, stayed calm, and kept telling himself not to panic.

He was the General of the Central Army, one of the four generals under Lord Dong, and also Lord Dong's son-in-law.

He is fundamentally different from Li Jue, Guo Si and others, and is a core member of the Xiliang Group.

As long as I don't die in the chaos, the value of capturing myself alive is far greater than killing myself.

Not to mention that when Marquis Guanjun was holding high the banner of overthrowing Dong Zhuo and rallying the people's hearts, the joining of Dong Zhuo's son-in-law would cause a huge sensation.

Just saying that with his high-level position, he can provide them with a large amount of top-secret military intelligence, troop garrisons, strategic arrangements, etc., so the probability of his survival is extremely high.

So, facing Su Yao who was slowly slowing down and walking towards him on his horse, Niu Fu expressed his surrender in a very straightforward manner.

That’s right, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. If I can’t beat them, then join me!
As for whether he would be branded as a traitor and despised by the world, or what would happen to his family members in the capital, Niu Fu didn't care at all.

As long as you have life, you have everything.

If Su Yao wins, then he is the winner, and what he lost will always be taken back.

If Su Yao loses
That doesn't matter, he can just pretend to be patient and bear the humiliation, being in the enemy camp but with his heart in the Han. Oh, he can even secretly send some of Su Yao's information to Dong Zhuo, using his wonderful identity to be a double agent, without offending each other, isn't that wonderful?

The more he thought about it, the more he admired his Niu Fu. Looking at Su Yao slowly moving forward without shouting for war, he finally adjusted his mentality.

He stopped trembling, and once again picked up his pride as a superior. He said to Su Yao in a calm and respectful tone:

"Marquis Champion, I am willing to surrender and use the rest of my life to help you achieve your great cause."

Seeing Su Yao stop in front of him and look at him silently, Niu Fu was delighted, knowing that the matter was almost certain, and he quickly patted his chest and promised:

"Your Excellency is wise. I know that I have committed serious crimes. If you do not abandon me, I am willing to atone for my sins with practical actions, present the military intelligence of the thief Dong, and contribute my humble efforts to the great cause of defeating Dong!"

Niu Fu spoke with great confidence, and even had a slightly flattering smile on his face, silently waiting for Su Yao's acceptance.

After all, with his own identity and the value he could provide, Su Yao had no reason not to accept his surrender.

However, Su Yao's next words confused him instantly:
"Is the incident over?"

"Why is he still a red name after surrendering?"

"Is this a bug or something?"

As Su Yao spoke, his actions were faster than his words.

There was a flash of cold light, and the lance swept across, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant.

Niu Fu was actually cut in half by him.

As the two halves of Niu Fu's body fell to the ground with a loud bang, blood dyed the ground red and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Su Yao held the lance in his hand, his eyes were cold and he did not waver at all, as if he had just waved away a fallen leaf with ease.

The words he muttered to himself sounded like a heavenly book to everyone, but they also revealed a sense of mystery.

This scene came so suddenly that the soldiers kneeling on the ground around them were dumbfounded. They did not expect that their commander-in-chief would be killed so decisively and cruelly after surrendering voluntarily.

Niu Fu's eyes were filled with confusion and unwillingness.

Why, why is it like this?
What went wrong?

"Why did I die?"

Niu Fu, who would never get an answer, exhausted his last bit of strength with a heart full of confusion and despair.

The flame of life gradually died out in his eyes, and finally he returned to calm.

At this point, Dong Zhuo's most trusted General Niu Fu died on the battlefield.

After confirming that the mission objective had been achieved, Su Yao, in shock, turned his gaze back to the kneeling Xiliang knights.

Before he could say anything, the knights bowed their heads, groaned, and cried:

"Please spare my life, sir!"

"We surrender sincerely and have no second thoughts!"

The knights were all terrified, fearing that this god of death would go crazy and chop them all to death in a blood sacrifice in the blink of an eye.

However, compared to his ruthlessness towards Niu Fu, Su Yao changed his expression when facing these kneeling soldiers.

He coughed twice to hide the joy in his heart, and said with a stern face:

"Get up."

"Since you are sincere in surrendering, I will give you a chance."

"But you need to remember to remain loyal and righteous in the future."

"If you betray me, you will suffer the same fate as Niu Fu!"

Upon hearing this, the knights looked up and nodded as if they had been pardoned.

They quickly kowtowed to express their gratitude, their voices trembling with awe:
"Thank you for not killing me. From now on, we will swear to be loyal to you until death. If we disobey you, we will be struck by lightning!"

And at this moment, the glimmer of dawn, as expected, shone on the blood-stained battlefield.

Another night, over.

(End of this chapter)