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After Murong Fu finished speaking, there was silence at first, and then there was a buzz of discussion. He Taichong from the Kunlun Sect stood up and said, "I dare to ask Mr. Murong, how do you listen to your orders? Could it be that from now on we and other martial arts comrades will regard you as our leader?"
Respect?"
Murong Fu waved his hand gently, and the Heavenly Sword in Murong Xue's hand flew over. He casually held the Heavenly Sword beside him, with a smile on his face, "Headmaster He is right, from now on Xiangyang City will be a place for both military and civilians, as well as for martial arts."
Comrades, big and small officials, all listen to the instructions, if anyone disobeys, I will definitely kill him without mercy."
He Taichong's first reaction was to curse, but when he saw the hilt of the sword turning slightly in his hand, his face twitched, and he held it back, intending to see what other people had to say first.
"How can this happen? I am here to support Xiangyang City, not to be a lackey of the imperial court, let alone respect someone!"
"That's right. We are here for righteousness. We are not participating in a martial arts conference to elect a martial arts leader. How can we respect one person."
"That is, if he randomly orders us to die, then we will become cannon fodder."
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Everyone was talking about it, but no one proposed to withdraw from Xiangyang City. After all, these people also knew that there would be no way out once they came to Xiangyang City, and now there was only a dead end.
Murong Fu smiled faintly, "Everyone, please be patient. I would like to add that you only listen to my orders during the Xiangyang war. The current situation in Xiangyang City is that only by working together can we overcome the difficulties. If even Xiangyang City cannot be defended,
Come on, let’s talk about the leader of the martial arts league and his position of power.”
"As for whether I will deliberately let you die, I just want to say that when I came to Xiangyang City, I already planned to live and die with Xiangyang City. If any of you are afraid of death, you can withdraw now."
When everyone heard this, they all kept silent. Zhou Zhiruo said, "The Emei Sect is willing to obey Master Murong's orders."
"The Quanzhen Sect is willing to obey Master Murong's orders."
"The Wudang Sect is willing to obey Master Murong's orders."
With these three factions taking the lead, plus the previous Beggar Gang, after everyone weighed it up, they finally expressed their stance to obey Murong Fu's orders in the future. However, it was only during the Xiangyang War. In the end, even Guo Jing also followed suit. That's it.
He has no way to save himself. Of course, this is not because he is following the trend, but because Xiangyang City has too much status in his heart, and he can only make this choice after weighing it.
"During the Xiangyang war? Hehe, when that time comes, it will be out of your hands." The corner of Murong Fu's mouth slightly raised, a faint smile flashed across his face, and he said loudly, "Okay, you all know the general situation.
, a hero who takes the overall situation into consideration, I, Murong Fu, would like to thank you all in advance, and I have a few things to announce."
Everyone is waiting for his next words.
Murong Fu pondered for a long time, "First thing, from today on, all the martial arts comrades in Xiangyang City will enjoy military treatment. They can accumulate military merits through Tatar heads and get rewards. However, I can't promote you, so I can only subsidize you with silver taels."
You will draw up a list of the details later and make them public."
"Despicable!" Zhao Min couldn't help but cursed in a low voice when he heard this.
Huang Rong's eyes lit up. She had always had this idea before. After all, no one was a saint. If these fellow martial artists were allowed to work for nothing, their blood would eventually run out. But she didn't have the strength and power.
Many martial arts people were even more excited, and couldn't help but smile with surprise on their faces. Some well-known benevolent and righteous people were embarrassed to say a few words, including "Mr. Murong is too polite" and "Mr. Murong is completely unnecessary."
And other words and phrases.
Murong Fu continued, "The second thing is that from now on, all the food and grass supplies for all the martial arts comrades will be provided by the Murong family, which is sufficient."
Everyone was overjoyed again. During this period of time, they had been worried to death about this matter of food and grass.
"The third thing is that I will select a group of elite disciples from each sect. These disciples will temporarily leave the sect, move together, train with the army, and only obey the orders of the Murong family."
This is Murong Fu's main purpose. If such a small army can be formed, let alone its strong combat power, even if the war in Xiangyang City ends in the future, they will not easily return to their respective sects.
count.
Many smart people in various sects can see this, but they all remain silent.
Guo Jing's eyes brightened slightly, and he took a good look at Murong Fugao. These days, the martial arts comrades of various factions have always gone their own way, causing constant friction. To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of rabble. If they can act in a unified manner like an army, they will definitely be stronger.
With a lot of combat power, Xiangyang City has another three-point chance of winning.
Qiu Chuji had similar ideas to Guo Jing, and he was also a person who was truly willing to sacrifice anything for the sake of the overall situation, so he said without hesitation, "Young Master, this plan is very good, and our Quanzhen Sect is willing to fully cooperate with it."
Zhou Zhiruo was a little hesitant, for no other reason than that the Emei sect was all female. How could they be trained together with the men every day? But she didn’t want to disobey Murong Fu’s words. After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "The Emei sect
Also willing."
"The Wudang sect has no objections." This was said by Zhang Sanfeng. He had always been open-minded. Even if all his disciples joined the army and killed the Tatars to serve the country, he would only feel proud and not feel any distress.
Seeing this, the others had no choice but to agree, taking all the benefits. They couldn't give nothing. At most, they should keep a closer eye in the future to prevent Murong Fu from abducting his disciples.
A satisfied smile appeared on Murong Fu's face, "Okay, the fourth thing is, I have decided to cancel the 'Fighting Competition in Xiangyang' with Dayuan."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, but Zhao Min couldn't sit still and stood up quickly, "Murong Fu, what do you mean?"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment, and Guo Jing said, "Master Murong, this competition to determine Xiangyang is an opportunity for Xiangyang City, why should we cancel it?"
Like most of his martial arts colleagues, he felt that in the Central Plains martial arts there were crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and there were very few masters in Mongolia, so they were no match at all. Even if the other side had some conspiracy, they could still use their tricks.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him, "Everyone, I have found out that Mongolia proposed a competition to determine Xiangyang in order to secretly send assassins into Xiangyang City to assassinate the officers of Xiangyang City, big and small, as well as all the martial arts comrades."
"What? They actually want to assassinate us?"
"Let me just say, these Mongolian Tatars definitely have no good intentions."
"But this is also an opportunity. Now that we know their purpose, why don't we use their plan to make them lose their wives and soldiers?"
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Everyone was talking about it and they were full of confusion.
Zhao Min glared at Murong Fu angrily, her face turning red. This bad guy had clearly promised not to interfere with her, but now she went back on her word and made her plan public.
Murong Fu seemed as if he hadn't seen him. He pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said, "Everyone, the reason why I canceled the competition in Xiangyang is to avoid being led by the enemy. As far as I know, the Mongol Dayuan side
There are at least ten people whose martial arts skills are no less than Zhenren Zhang of Wudang. I would like to ask you, if you send people to compete in martial arts, what are the chances of winning?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and most of them didn't believe it. Master Zhang of Wudang has been famous in the martial arts for many years. No one knows how high his martial arts is, but he can at least be ranked among the top three in the world. And there are actually ten such people in Mongolia.
Simply appalling.
After hearing this, Zhao Min was stunned for a moment and glanced at Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming.
"Boy, are you serious? How can there be so many peerless masters among the Tatars?" Huang Laoxie asked aloud.
Murong Fu nodded, "It's absolutely true. Some of them are masters from the Western Regions, and some are masters of Tantric Buddhism. Don't underestimate the capable people in this world."
When he said this, everyone believed it to 70-80% and were shocked.
"What does Mr. Murong mean?" Huang Rong asked.
Murong Fu smiled coldly, "Since they want to assassinate, why can't we do it, so I decided to send the masters of the Murong family to join forces with the killers of the Blood Shadow Palace to assassinate Mongolian generals and important military personnel.
All martial arts comrades who want to participate can do so. A centurion will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver per head, a captain of thousands will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, and so on. Each head will be rewarded with money."
After a few words, everyone was excited and cheered and agreed. If others can assassinate them, why can't they assassinate others? It's hard to say who is the hunter and who is the prey.
Guo Jing frowned, "Mr. Murong, since you know their plan, you just need to strictly guard Xiangyang, why do you want to take such a risk?"
Murong Fu said, "What Guo Daxia said is wrong. It is impossible to defend like this. The best defense is to attack. We must retaliate in kind. Otherwise, people will think that our martial arts comrades in Xiangyang City are stupid."
"Young Master Murong's words really resonate with me. It's really frustrating for us people to have all our weapons but no place to use them."
"Even if we kill a hundred Tatar soldiers on the battlefield, it is not as effective as killing one of their generals."
Everyone agreed.
"Murong Fu," Zhao Min suddenly said coldly, "Are you going to go against me?"
Before Murong Fu could speak, someone in the crowd said, "What a joke, why don't we give Xiangyang City to you? What do you want me to say? Let's capture these Mongolian Tatars first, cut their bodies into pieces with knives, and hang the flag at the top of the city as a sacrifice."
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Zhao Min ignored others and just stared at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "Since you all have made a move, I, Xiangyang City, will naturally take the move. Is there any problem?"
Zhao Min was silent for a moment, "Okay, let's start from here and say goodbye."
After saying that, he turned around and left, but Murong Fu said, "Wait a minute, please don't leave, I have some things to communicate with you."
"You..." Zhao Min was furious, but soon seven or eight Lingxiao Pavilion disciples came around. Zhao Min had no choice but to say, "Huh, I want to see what you dare to do to me."
"Take the three distinguished guests down and entertain them well."
Everyone saw that Murong Fu acted so vigorously and even arrested the Mongolian envoys at their request, but he was much more courageous than Lu Wenhuan.
At this time, Murong Fu suddenly said to Guo Jing, "Guo Daxia, I have always heard that Mrs. Guo is very resourceful and is known as the 'Martial Arts Girl Zhuge'. I want to keep her by my side and serve as a military advisor. I wonder if Guo Daxia is willing to let her go?"
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Guo Jing was stunned, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and she said decisively, "No, I don't agree."
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