Chapter 437: The combination of kindness and power
When Murong Fu saw that familiar face, he couldn't help but be happy: This unfortunate guy, why don't you go back on your own? It's completely over now.
It turns out that this silver medal envoy was not able to dominate the Wanyan tribe. Not to mention that he did not make any money, the key was that the collection task from the Jurchen tribes was not completed, and he could not pay the debt when he returned. It was so hard to die, this guy just happened to be defeated.
Several tribes in Wuchun.
Wuchun and other tribes just wanted to attack the Wanyan tribe during this period, but the Jurchen tribes were nominal vassals of the Liao Kingdom after all. Without the authorization of the suzerain, it would not be a joke to conquer each other if they were held accountable in the future.
Isn't it a God-given opportunity to have such an envoy from the Liao Kingdom who had a grudge against Wanyan's tribe? So the two sides hit it off and agreed that after Wanyan's tribe was conquered, they would submit a letter to the Privy Council of Liao in the name of the silver medal envoy to transfer all responsibilities
It was all blamed on the Wanyan tribe. In this way, with the endorsement of the silver envoy, the Wuchun tribe's behavior was to quell the rebellion for the Liao Kingdom. It was justifiable and justified. It was to wipe out all the Wanyan tribe and leave no trace of them.
Yan Bu didn't bother to reason. Even if the incident happened in the future, there is a high probability that the Liao Kingdom would not bother to pursue it. After all, in the eyes of the Liao nobles, these uncivilized Jurchens have no value except for providing sea holly for hunting.
No matter how many casualties there are, they will not take it seriously.
However, the only thing they didn't expect was that the Wanyan Department's management over the past few generations had spread their eyes and ears to all the major tribes. They also didn't expect that at this moment, the Wanyan Department had a peerless person who was already proficient in martial arts.
The masters were in charge, and they did not expect that Aguda and others would be so courageous. They directly led the entire clan to attack the base camps of several of their tribes. In one day, all three tribes were wiped out, including men, women, old and young, without exception.
All became prisoners.
Now that the matter has been exposed, the successful kings and defeated bandits, the leaders of several major tribes, and those who are still alive have all been tied up here.
The silver medal envoy's face was earth-colored, his lips were trembling, and he said in a trembling voice: "Spare my life."
Wu Chun was the mastermind behind the joint attack of the three tribes on the Wanyan tribe. At this time, he shouted angrily at Wu Yashu: "Wu Yashu! Your Wanyan tribe has annexed the Jurchen tribes without authorization. If Daliao notices it in the future, you will be completely destroyed."
The Yan Department will definitely be in disaster! It’s not too late to turn around now!”
Wu Yashu squeezed out a sneer from her nose: "Clan Chief Wuchun's ability to confuse right and wrong is still as powerful as ever. It's just that no matter how fierce the dispute of words is, it can't untie the rope that Chief Wuchun is wearing today. If it weren't for Wuchun Wanyan today.
We have made a preemptive strike, but today our status is about to change. Does the Wuchun clan leader think that he can save his life with a few words of lip service?"
Wuchun felt the coldness in Wu Yashu's words, and felt a trace of cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His whole body felt like falling into an ice cave, and he trembled: "You, you really want to walk all the way to the dark side."
?Aren’t you afraid of Daliao’s millions of troops?”
Wu Yashu chuckled and said: "You have one less mouth to pull a tiger skin and a big flag from the Liao region to suppress me. It's useless. Others can live, but you must die! Someone, drag me out and beat me to death!"
Wu Ya waved his hands, and immediately two muscular men with full faces, one on each side, dragged Wuchun's tall body out. Wuchun cursed all the way, and his voice gradually faded away, until a scream came out.
Come, mixed with the sound of something breaking, all the prisoners present unconsciously shuddered, knowing that Wuchun must be dead at this moment.
The silver medal messenger's body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground and shouted repeatedly: "Spare my life!" Don't look at this kind of person who is usually domineering and regards other people's lives as nothing, but when he really faces the great horror between life and death, on the contrary
He is a hundred times more cowardly than ordinary people. Not to mention that the Wanyan tribe in the big tent looks down on this person, even the other leaders of various sizes who are also prisoners also look down on this person. At the same time, some people can't help but secretly
The thought came to mind: How could the envoy of the Liao Empire, whom we Jurchens have respected as gods for so many years, be so cowardly? How could we allow such a few people to dominate us?
Wu Yashu had a look of disdain on his face, and just as he was about to wave his hand to summon this man to be pulled out and executed, Murong Fu shouted: "Wait a minute! This man is still useful!"
Wu Yashu was puzzled: "Murong, this man is the envoy of the Liao Kingdom. We have offended him so much. If we let him return to the capital of the Liao Kingdom, the Liao Kingdom will definitely send a large army to conquer him!"
Murong Fu knelt down with a smile on his face, looked at the silver medal envoy and said, "Your Excellency, you have a kind heart and can distinguish between right and wrong. You will definitely not wrongly accuse a good person, right?"
At this time, no matter how stupid the silver medal envoy was, he knew that if he wanted to survive now, he could only follow the wishes of the young man in front of him, and hurriedly agreed: "Of course! When I return to the capital, I will definitely report this to the Holy One.
The rights and wrongs of the matter. Everything is caused by Wuchun and his tribe who stirred up trouble and plotted against evil. The Wanyan tribe suppressed the rebellion and served the country well. Once the Holy One knows about it, he will definitely reward him heavily."
As soon as the words came out, not only the Wanyan tribe showed contempt, but also the heads of several other tribes who were also captives could not help but curse out loud, shocked and angry at the shamelessness of the Liao envoy. But the Silver Medal envoy was not aware of it at all.
It was embarrassing. At this time, in his mind, he had already compared himself to Gou Jian who endured humiliation. No matter what, he coaxed these barbarians, and when they got away, he would report everything to the emperor in a more embellished manner. Then the emperor would be furious.
A large army will definitely be dispatched to conquer. Shouldn't this small Wanyan tribe be destroyed immediately? At that time, all the Jurchen men will be killed, leaving only a few delicious Jurchen women to serve. When he thought of this, he
It feels like the bones are all crispy.
At that moment, he made various wishes, claiming that he firmly stood with the Wanyan Department, and scolded the other departments bloody.
Murong Fu also despised this person and secretly cursed him as "trash!", but he said with a smile on his face: "Since your lord has made such a eloquent promise, it is not wrong to think about it. But after all, friends like me have formed a quarrel with your lord.
, it is inevitable that I feel uneasy. What should I do? What if I return to Shangjing and say a few words about Wanyan’s fault, wouldn’t it be a huge disaster? In my opinion, I’ll kill you with one knife.
, it’s good to say goodbye to future troubles forever!”
The soul of the Silver Medal Messenger appeared. As Murong Fu's face turned cold, his little intelligence flew out of the sky in shock. He hurriedly said: "Wait a minute! I have a solution!"
Murong Fu raised his hand to stop several Jurchen warriors behind him who had drawn out their swords, and said, "Now that the situation has come to a point, what else can be done?"
Seeing that there was a way out, the silver envoy hurriedly said: "I, I can send a letter to His Majesty the Emperor of Liao now. Yan Ming's Wuchun tribe rebelled and threatened the imperial envoy, and the Wanyan tribe was fighting for Daliao. Wanyan tribe can
Send a person to the capital as quickly as possible. The discount will be delivered in less than three days. I swear to God, when I return to the capital, I will never talk nonsense, and I will even ask for credit for Wanyan Department!"
Murong Fu stopped Wu Yashu from speaking with a look, and deliberately pretended to be overjoyed and said: "This way, we have the best of both worlds. To be honest, Wanyanbu's move today was a last resort.
Why do you want to go against Daliao? Since the imperial envoy is willing to protect Wanyan Department, it is the best." Then he ordered people to get pens and ink and other materials, and asked the silver envoy to start writing.
In order to save his life, the silver medal envoy bravely finished writing it, stamped it with the seal of the imperial envoy, and handed it over to Murong Fu. Naturally, it was written in Khitan script.
Murong Fu looked at it for a few times and sneered: "You guys, do you have a dog's brain hanging on your neck? I want you to live a few more days, but you play such a trick?"
The silver medal envoy secretly said, "No." It turned out that he thought that the Jurchen barbarians on the other side could not be proficient in Khitan writing, so he played a word game in Shangshuzhong. A knowledgeable person would know the reason for this at a glance, but he did not expect it.
Murong Fu saw it. He was about to defend himself, but he was speechless. He inexplicably found that his body was getting farther and farther away from him, until his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.
Murong Fu glanced at the blood on the ground coldly, and kicked the fat body of the Silver Medal Messenger away like trash. Just then, with a flick of his index finger, he had cut off the man's head.
Wu Yasu let out a sigh and said in disgust: "You want to play tricks when you are about to die, damn it! It's just Murong, what should I do now?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have already obtained this guy's handwriting and seal. I will just write a copy later."
Murong Fu could master all the advanced martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect in one go. A simple matter like imitating handwriting couldn't be easier.
Next, we have to deal with these Jurchen clan leaders.
Wu Yashu looked at the Jurchen clan chiefs in silence for a long time. The smell of blood had not dissipated in the big tent, and the air was very dull.
After a long while, Wu Yashu said: "What happened today was a last resort. However, when a man lives in the world, he does what he does, and there is nothing to escape. The Liao Dynasty has been oppressing us Jurchens for nearly a hundred years with its strong soldiers and horses. Like this in
There have been some tyrannical men over us Jurchens in the past and now, and if we continue not to do something, there will still be others in the future. You are all famous Jurchen warriors. Do you only have the courage to wield your sword against your fellow tribesmen?
Do you have the courage to start a feud?"
After a short silence, a captured Jurchen chief spoke: "Chief Wuyashu, our Yishilie tribe and your Wanyan tribe have always been in harmony with each other. Today, we are just instigated by the Wuchun tribe.
We are wading in troubled waters. As long as you let us go, the Yishi Lie tribe will be willing to be driven by the Wanyan tribe in the future. But for something like betraying Daliao, which is obviously self-destructive, it’s better not to bring the tribes with you, right?"