The black-faced officer was frightened by Murong Fu's momentum and panicked inside. There were various signs that the person in front of him was not someone he could offend with his little head.
Murong Fu snorted coldly, not bothering to show off like this little shrimp. Seeing that the purpose of deterrence was achieved, he didn't say much, and said slowly with the unique arrogant tone of a senior military general when facing his subordinates: "I am here to serve as the commander-in-chief of the palace."
Marshal Tieshu ordered us to send a batch of supplies to Master Chuang's camp."
There was a hint of embarrassment on the black face: "But haven't the supplies for Young Master Chuang's camp been delivered this month?"
Murong Fu had a stern look on his face and glanced at the other person coldly. The man hurriedly lowered his head and apologized: "It's a humble job to talk too much." Then he turned around and ordered his men: "Quickly move the roadblock and let the Lord pass!"
So a dozen soldiers hurriedly moved the roadblocks away and allowed the convoy to slowly drive into the camp where the young man was hit.
Murong Fu nodded, flicked his hand, and threw a piece of broken silver in front of the young officer: "Take this little money and drink some wine to warm yourself up!"
"Thank you, sir!"
It wasn't until Murong Fu's figure completely disappeared that the young officer dared to raise his head, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the waist knife that had just been knocked down, and took a look at it. He was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time: But when he saw the blade
It was already covered with cracks, and what caused all this was actually a small gravel. At this time, the gravel, which was the size of a small fingernail, was embedded in the blade, like a spider sitting on a spider web.
Murong Fu went straight into Young Master Chuang's camp, and not even a single sentry came forward to question him.
After all, they are captured soldiers and cannon fodder under surveillance. How can we expect them to have the fighting spirit of soldiers?
Murong Fu's arrival attracted the attention of some people. After all, it was quite touching to see a general in fine armor suddenly come into such a shabby refugee camp-like place. Many people were lying lazily on the ground.
I got up subconsciously.
Murong Fu glanced coldly for a few times, then opened a bag and the white flour inside suddenly leaked out to the floor. At this time, the eyes of everyone nearby were attracted. Some people subconsciously wanted to step forward to snatch it.
They were just frightened by Murong Fu's momentum and did not dare to move. They all stood five steps away from Murong Fu and timidly looked at this uninvited guest.
Murong Fu said coldly: "By order of the front secretary of the palace, I will bring you some food. Who is in charge of your affairs here? Tell him to come out."
After hearing Murong Fu's words, a young man quickly replied: "Sir, please wait a moment, I'll ask us to come over!"
Since Chuang Gongzi is a prisoner-of-war camp, Xixia naturally doesn't bother to organize and manage them. The camp basically works on its own, and anyway, these people are forced to be cannon fodder in the front during the war.
After a while, the crowd cheered and gave way to a path. The young man who had spoken earlier led a burly man to the center of the crowd.
The man was extremely tall. He looked like an iron tower when he stood in front of Murong Fu. The blue meridians on his bronze skin were as knotted as twisted little snakes. His clothes were also obviously different from the others. Most of the others were the same.
Wearing single clothes, let alone any armor. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a complete set of leather armor.
Such a strong body walked on the dirt without leaving many deep footprints. It was obvious that he was very skilled and a master.
The young man introduced: "This is the leader of our camp, Zhang Nanfeng. We usually call him Lao Nanfeng."
Old Nanfeng glanced sideways at Murong Fu, his eyes rested on Murong Fu's armor, and he exclaimed: "Good armor! What a pity!"
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What's a pity?"
Old Nanfeng snorted coldly: "It's a pity that I didn't have such good armor back then, so I couldn't kill a few more party thieves."
When Lao Nanfeng came up with his explosive speech, everyone around him changed his mind: The other party looked like a high-ranking official. Can cannon fodder like himself be offended by him? Can he still be okay?
Murong Fu smiled: He is quite individual. Only such a prickly person can be the boss in such a place with almost no order.
For such a person, if you don't convince him and blindly follow him, you will not gain his respect. Murong Fu sneered and said: "The Bu Renjia of the Song Dynasty is not bad, it's a pity, hehe."
Almost all of them here were soldiers of the Song army who were captured in the Battle of Song and Xia. Although Murong Fu didn't tell the whole story, it was basically the same as pointing at these people and scolding them.
Many people lowered their heads in shame, and some showed anger in their eyes, among them Lao Nanfeng was the most obvious.
"What do you mean?"
Murong Fu waved his hand and said: "It's not interesting. My time is limited. Since you are the leader here, you should be responsible for distributing these things. Farewell!"
With that said, he turned around and wanted to leave.
A loud shout came from behind: "Stop! Speak clearly before leaving!"
Murong Fu ignored him and walked out on his own, but every step he took was very slow.
"Do you still want to leave without speaking clearly?"
Following a roar, a sound of breaking wind hit Murong Fu's shoulder. Murong Fu didn't even bother to turn his head, but just took a step to the right, perfectly avoiding Old Nanfeng's grasp on his shoulder.
People on the side saw Old Nanfeng taking action in anger and shouted: "Open your head, no!"
But how could Old Nanfeng, who had lost his mind at this time, listen to the words of the people around him? Seeing that he couldn't catch it, he turned his claws into palms and swept his palm towards Murong Fu's neck. Murong Fu stepped on it again, and Old Nanfeng's
My fingertips brushed against my pocket and I passed by.
Old Nanfeng was so angry that he wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces. How could he care that the person in front of him was a high-ranking official in the army? In one moment, he fired more than twenty moves in a row. At first, he still wanted to control his opponent, so he used all the moves.
It is a kind of martial arts such as grasping hands. After arriving, anger fills the chest, fists and palms are thrown out, and every move is directed at the vital point.
Murong Fu allowed Old Nan Feng to get angry and just walked forward, unhurried and unhurried, as if there was no such person behind him. However, every step Murong Fu took out happened to avoid Old Nan Feng's hand.
attack.
Everyone had more or less seen Lao Nanfeng's martial arts before, and knew how powerful it was. But now they saw the mysterious Xixia officer's demeanor when he played with Lao Nanfeng, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Not long after, Murong Fu had already led Old Nanfeng out of the camp. It was only then that Murong Fu stood still for a moment and said coldly: "Go back, don't follow me."