Tian Changgong sat cross-legged in a wilderness, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.
The messengers around him came and went, and the news they brought back every time was enough to make him collapse.
According to his guess, the Shang army would fight him in the old land of Beiyan no matter what, but who knew that Zhao Rui directly attacked Linzi and swallowed up the Southern Qi.
What he couldn't accept the most was that the 500,000-strong army he led had no place to stay and could only set up military formations in the wilderness.
At this moment, more than 30 barriers set up on the outside have been breached, and most of the defenders surrendered. Only less than 30,000 people remained with him. It can be said that the army was defeated like a mountain.
Several personal guards stood in front of him, their faces covered in blood, as if they had climbed out of a pile of dead people.
"Your Highness, let's break out of the encirclement. We can't do anything if we stay here!"
Tian Changgong chuckled: "Breakout? Where to break out? We are besieged here by more than one million merchant soldiers, there is no chance!"
The faces of everyone present were full of despair. Of course they knew what was going on outside, but it was too frustrating to stay here and do nothing, just waiting for people to eat them bite by bite.
At this moment, a messenger holding an arrow came in front of Tian Changgong in a panic.
There was a piece of extremely precious silk tied to it, and bundled with the silk seemed to be a letter of nationality.
On top of the silk is a letter of surrender written by Zhao Rui himself, and the credential next to it is the letter of surrender promulgated by the King of Southern Qi to the world.
Tian Changgong couldn't help laughing, threw the silk and credentials aside, and lay down on the ground with open arms.
"Order all the soldiers to surrender and tell them that Southern Qi is gone, and Dashang is the suzerain state of all the princes in the world. They have always been the subjects of Dashang, so Dashang will not do anything to them!"
Several guards nearby were stunned, a little at a loss.
Tian Changgong has always been known for his tough attitude and will never surrender until he fights to the death.
His subordinates were also infected by this style and became extremely fierce in battle.
It is precisely because of this that Tian Changgong can often win more with less.
But today he surrendered!
In fact, when this war started, he had the intention of surrendering. After all, he was besieged by an army three times his own, and the opponent had many famous generals and strong soldiers, so he could not defeat him no matter what.
The most important thing is that when the battle started, he discovered that the merchant army was more powerful than his army.
No matter how powerful the military tactics and formations he displayed were, he was no match against such an army.
As Tian Changgong's order spread, the remaining 30,000 troops completely lost their resistance. Nearly half of them rushed out of the camp and surrendered, and the rest also laid down their weapons.
Not long after, Zhao Rui brought the accompanying guards to Tian Changgong.
"King Shanling is so comfortable!"
Tian Changgong did not move, still lying there with dull eyes.
"I can no longer bear the title of King of Shanling! Your Highness, King Zhao, please stop joking with me."
Zhao Rui smiled slightly, then turned over and dismounted.
"I gave Southern Qi the title of Duke of Qi. Originally, this position should have been filled by your father. Unfortunately, after my army left Linzi City, news came from Wu Shichong, the Prime Minister of Southern Qi, saying that the royal family of Southern Qi was in rebellion, and he led his people
Destroy the entire royal family, and at the same time use this credit to ask me for the title of Duke of Qi."