Qin Jingsu led his army across the open plains.
Not far ahead lay Shu Ridge.
Although crossing Shu Ridge might offer a slim chance of survival...
But Qin Jingsu knew the Dukes of the Jin Kingdom were no fools. They wouldn't give him that chance.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the pursuers behind them caught up again.
Meanwhile, at the foot of Shu Ridge ahead, a large number of Jin soldiers appeared.
Mounted on his horse, Qin Jingsu glanced ahead, then back.
Only then did he realize he was caught in a pincer attack.
Yet, there was no trace of panic in Qin Jingsu's eyes, as if he had long since accepted his fate.
"If you surrender now, Crown Prince, we can spare your life!"
Marquis Qu of the Jin Kingdom shouted from the front of his army.
"Spare me the nonsense. COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Qin Jingsu coughed, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he stared ahead. "Since when do the men of my Qin Kingdom surrender?"
