Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 436: Kindness and Power
Murong Fu saw the familiar face and couldn't help laughing: This unlucky guy, why don't you just go back peacefully? This is completely over.

It turned out that the silver medal envoy failed to gain any benefits from the Wanyan tribe, and the key point was that he failed to complete the task of collecting taxes from the Jurchen tribes, and he could not report back. As luck would have it, this guy happened to be killed in several tribes of Wuchun.

Wuchun and other tribes just wanted to attack Wanyan during this period, but the Jurchen tribes were nominal vassals of the Liao Kingdom after all. Without the authorization of the suzerain, if they attacked each other, it would be no joke if they were held accountable in the future. Now that such an envoy from the Liao Kingdom who had a grudge against the Wanyan tribe had come, wasn't it a godsend? So the two sides hit it off and agreed that after conquering the Wanyan tribe, they would write to the Privy Council of the Liao Kingdom in the name of this silver envoy, and put all the responsibility on the head of the Wanyan tribe. In this way, with the endorsement of the silver envoy, the actions of the Wuchun tribe were to quell the rebellion for the Liao Kingdom, and it was justified. Even if the Wanyan tribe was wiped out without leaving any chickens and dogs, the Wanyan tribe would have no reason to complain. Even if the truth came out in the future, it was likely that the Liao Kingdom would not bother to investigate. After all, in the eyes of the Liao nobles, these uncivilized Jurchens had no value except for providing sea holly for hunting, and they would not take it to heart even if there were many casualties.

However, what they didn't expect was that the Wanyan tribe had already spread its spies throughout the major tribes after several generations of management over the years. They also didn't expect that the Wanyan tribe now had a peerless master who was already proficient in martial arts. They didn't expect Aguda and others to be so courageous that they would lead the young and strong people of the entire tribe to attack the base camps of several of their own tribes. Within one day, the three tribes were wiped out, and all men, women, young and old became prisoners without exception.

Now that the truth has been exposed, the victors will be the kings and the losers will be the bandits. All the leaders of the major tribes, big and small, who are still alive, have been tied up here.

The silver medal envoy's face turned pale, his lips trembled constantly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Spare my life."

Wu Chun was the mastermind behind the three tribes' joint attack on the Wanyan tribe. He shouted at Wu Yashu in a timid manner, "Wu Yashu! Your Wanyan tribe has annexed the Jurchen tribes without authorization. If the Liao Dynasty finds out, your Wanyan tribe will surely be annihilated! It's not too late to turn back now!"

Wu Yashu sneered from his nose: "Chief Wuchun's ability to confuse right and wrong is still as strong as ever. However, no matter how fierce the verbal dispute is, it cannot untie the ropes tied to Chief Wuchun today. If it weren't for the Wanyan tribe's preemptive strike today, our status would have changed today. Could it be that Chief Wuchun thinks that he can save his life with a few words?"

Wu Chun felt the chill in Wu Yashu's words, and felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet all the way to his head. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He trembled and said, "You, you really want to go all the way to the end? Aren't you afraid of the millions of soldiers and horses of the Liao Dynasty?"

Wu Yashu chuckled: "You kid, don't say a word. It's useless to use the Liao Dynasty's tiger skin and flag to suppress me. Others can live, but you must die! Come on, drag him out and beat him to death!"

Wu Ya waved his hands, and immediately two burly Wanyan men came out, one on each side, dragging Wu Chun's tall body. Wu Chun kept cursing all the way, and his voice gradually faded away, until a scream was heard, mixed with the sound of something breaking, which made the captives present startle unconsciously, knowing that Wu Chun must be dead at this moment.

The silver-plated envoy's body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground, repeatedly shouting, "Spare my life!" Although this kind of person is arrogant and domineering at ordinary times, when he really faces the great terror of life and death, he is a hundred times more cowardly than ordinary people. Not to mention the Wanyan tribe in the big tent looked down on this person, even the leaders of several other tribes who were also captives looked down on him. At the same time, some people secretly thought: The envoy of the Liao Empire, who we Jurchens have revered as gods for so many years, is so cowardly? How could we allow such a few people to bully us?
Wu Yashu showed a look of contempt on his face. Just as he was about to wave his hand and ask people to drag this man out and execute him, Murong Fu shouted: "Wait! This man is still useful!"

Wu Yashu was puzzled: "Murong, this man is an envoy from the Liao Kingdom. We have already offended him so much. If we let him return to the Liao Kingdom's Shangjing City, the Liao Kingdom will definitely send a large army to suppress us!"

Murong Fu squatted down with a smile, looked at the silver-plated messenger and said, "Your Excellency is kind-hearted and can distinguish right from wrong. You will definitely not wrongly accuse a good person, right?"

At this moment, no matter how stupid the silver medal envoy was, he knew that he could only follow the young man's wishes to survive, so he hurriedly agreed, "Of course! When I return to the capital, I will report the right and wrong of this matter to His Majesty. It was all caused by the Wuchun tribe and their evil intentions. The Wanyan tribe suppressed the rebellion and made contributions to the country. When His Majesty knows about it, he will definitely reward them generously."

As soon as these words came out, not only did the Wanyan tribe show contempt, but the chiefs of several other tribes who were also captured could not help but curse out loud, shocked and angry at the shamelessness of the Liao envoy. The silver medal envoy did not feel ashamed at all. At this time, he had compared himself to Gou Jian, who endured humiliation and bore heavy burdens. No matter what, he coaxed these barbarians. When he got away, he would report everything to His Majesty the Emperor with exaggerations. When the time came, the Emperor would be furious and would definitely send out a large army to conquer. Wouldn't this small Wanyan tribe be destroyed at will? At that time, all the Jurchen men would be killed, leaving only a few delicious Jurchen women to serve. When he thought of this, he felt his bones soften.

He made various wishes one after another, claiming that he firmly stood with the Wanyan tribe and cursed the other tribes.

Murong Fu also despised this man, secretly cursing him as "waste!" in his heart, but smiled and said: "Since you have promised with your golden mouth, I think it can't be wrong. But after all, my friends have a grudge against you, so we can't help but feel uneasy. What should we do? What if you go back to Shangjing City and say a few bad things about the Wanyan tribe, wouldn't it be a huge disaster? In my opinion, it's better to kill you with a knife and put an end to the trouble forever!" The silver medal envoy was scared to death, and as Murong Fu's face turned cold, his only bit of intelligence flew away in shock, and he said hurriedly: "Wait! I have a way!"

Murong Fu raised his hand to stop several Jurchen warriors who had pulled out their swords and said, "At this point, what else can we do?"

Seeing that there was a way out, the silver medal envoy hurriedly said, "I can submit a letter to His Majesty the Emperor of the Liao Dynasty right now, stating that the Wuchun tribes rebelled and threatened the imperial envoy, and that the Wanyan tribe was investigating the rebellion for the Liao Dynasty. The Wanyan tribe can send someone to Shangjing City as soon as possible. The letter can be delivered within three days. I swear to God that after returning to the capital, I will never say anything nonsense, and I will also ask for credit for the Wanyan tribe!"

Murong Fu stopped Wu Yasu from speaking with a look, and pretended to be overjoyed and said: "This way, we can have the best of both worlds. To be honest, the Wanyan tribe had no choice but to do this today. They don't want to go against the Liao Dynasty. Since the imperial envoy is willing to protect the Wanyan tribe, that's great." So he ordered someone to bring pen, ink and other things, and asked the silver medal envoy to start writing the memorial.

In order to save his life, the silver medal envoy wrote the letter, stamped it with the imperial seal, and handed it to Murong Fu. Of course, it was written in Khitan language.

Murong Fu took a few glances and sneered, "You bastard, is that a dog's brain hanging around your neck? I wanted to let you live a few more days, but you played this trick?"

The silver medal envoy secretly thought "not good". It turned out that he thought that the other party was a group of Jurchen barbarians who could not be proficient in Khitan characters, so he played a word game in his memorial. Anyone who knew the business would know the reason at a glance, but he didn't expect that Murong Fu saw through it. He was about to defend himself, but he couldn't say anything. He inexplicably found that his body was getting farther and farther away from him, until his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

Murong Fu glanced coldly at the blood on the ground and kicked the fat body of the silver medal messenger away like garbage. Just now, with a light wave of his index finger, he had already cut off the man's dog head.

Wu Yashu snorted and said in disgust, "You are trying to play tricks when you are about to die. Damn it! But Murong, what should we do now?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have obtained this guy's handwriting and seal. I will just write a copy later."

Murong Fu could learn all kinds of advanced martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect in one go, so imitating handwriting was a simple task for him.

Next, we need to deal with these Jurchen chiefs.

Wu Yasu looked at the Jurchen chiefs in silence for a long time. The smell of blood had not yet dissipated in the tent and the air was very depressing.

After a while, Wu Yashu said, "What happened today was unavoidable. However, a real man should do what he has done. There is no way to escape. The Liao Dynasty has been bullying us Jurchens for nearly a hundred years, relying on its strong military power. There have been such people bullying us Jurchens in the past and there are still such people bullying us Jurchens now. If we continue to do nothing, there will be more in the future. You are all famous warriors of the Jurchens. Don't you have the courage to wield the sword against your own people but not the courage to take action against your enemies?"

After a short silence, a captured Jurchen chieftain spoke up: "Chief Wuyasu, our Yishilie tribe and your Wanyan tribe have always kept to themselves. Today, we are only instigated by the Wuchun tribe to get involved. As long as you release us, the Yishilie tribe is willing to be led by the Wanyan tribe in the future. But betraying the Liao Dynasty is such an obvious act of self-destruction, so you should not involve other tribes, right?"