"General Dou, it's time to let it go. We have been wrong for more than two years. If we continue to make mistakes, we will be even more sorry for the dead relatives of Xirong.

I believe that their souls in heaven want to see us live a good life, rather than sacrifice and bleed for a futile dream of rejuvenation."

Wen Daidai held Shangguan Hang's hand and smiled sweetly, "Our biggest wish now is to hear Hang'er speak. We won't think about anything else."

"Dear Xirong soldiers, my good brothers, for more than two years, I, Shangguan Yiyuan, have only had the chance to survive today because of your care and protection.

It turns out that we still have ten thousand brothers. We can still say that as long as we are not afraid of death and are willing to persevere, there will be hope.[

But now there are less than a thousand people. I believe everyone knows in their hearts that rebuilding Xirong is no longer possible. I have thought about it carefully and cannot continue like this. I don’t want to see more brothers sacrifice in vain.

Unexpectedly, in the end, there may not even be a single soldier left.

Therefore, from today on, Shangguan Yiyuan is no longer the prince of Xirong, nor your master. He is just an ordinary idler in the mountains.

I also sincerely hope that everyone can live a peaceful and worry-free life and find your happiness."

With his resounding words and resolute tone, Shangguan Yiyuan was relieved of the burden of reviving the country that had been weighing on him for more than two years, and decided to return to his hometown, wander among the mountains and rivers, and live a peaceful and peaceful life.

"You will always be our Crown Prince."

All the soldiers behind Dou Ping knelt down, kowtowed to Shangguan Yiyuan, and said in unison, "We will always follow His Highness the Crown Prince to the death."

Looking at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, Huangfu Tianduo felt a hint of sadness in his heart. He did not expect that these Xirong soldiers would be so loyal. This loyalty is quite admirable.

It is a pity that in this era of feudal princes competing for hegemony, Xirong is destined to decline and perish.

A master who has no ambition and fighting spirit, no matter how strong and powerful his subordinates are, is still a ship on the sea without a navigational mark, sailing aimlessly into the depths of the sea, with no anchorage for a day.
Chapter completed!