During this time, Murong Fu had privately ordered people to inquire about all the major figures in Prince Chuang's camp, especially Old Nanfeng.
Zhang Nanfeng said: "There are about 30,000 Han people in the camp at the moment. However, excluding the old, weak, sick and disabled, as well as those who have never served in the military, there are about 8,000 truly capable warriors. Among these people, only 800
They are equipped with armor, most of which are leather armor. Previously, Xixia provided very little food and grass, and the brothers were so hungry that they did not have much strength. These days, thanks to the food and grass sent by the adults, the brothers have been able to eat a few full meals.
After eating, I regained some strength."
"Most of those who are still living in the camp have been in Xixia for two or three years. They have suffered a lot and are looking forward to one day being able to escape from the sea of suffering. The hearts of the brothers must be the same. It's just...
..."
"It's just that you are short of food and clothing, and you don't have any clothes or armor. Even if you start a fight, you don't have much fighting power, right?"
Murong Fu added with a smile.
These words directly spoke to Old Nanfeng's heart, and Old Nanfeng smiled awkwardly: "Sir, as you can see, the Xixia people usually guard us very closely, and even weapons are only given to everyone when fighting. It's true.
yes......"
Old Nanfeng was actually beating the drum in his heart.
Although the person in front of me has extremely high martial arts skills, no matter how high his martial arts skills are, how many people can he defeat? Is it possible that he can lead a group of people and fight back to the Song Dynasty surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Xixia troops?
What's more, the mysterious man in front of me has never revealed his true identity until now.
Murong Fu saw what the other party was thinking from his expression, and said with a smile: "I am the commander-in-chief of the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty. As for the rest, it is not convenient for me to tell you."
The reason why Murong Fu claimed to be from the Imperial City Division was because he had no choice but to pull the tiger's skin and raise the banner.
Hearing that the other party was actually from the Imperial City Division, Zhang Nanfeng was overjoyed: "It turns out to be the Shangguan of the Imperial City Division! The imperial court has indeed not forgotten us soldiers who have served the country. In this way, great things can be accomplished."
Murong Fu sneered and said: "It's not that simple. This place is still two hundred miles away from the border of the Song Dynasty. If it's just a few people, it's no problem, but if you want to bring tens of thousands of people back to the Song Dynasty, that's a fool's dream."
Hearing Murong Fu's words, Zhang Nanfeng's expression suddenly darkened, but the next moment, Murong Fu's words made him excited again.
"But there is a world-famous feat right in front of us. I wonder if Zhang Dujian is interested in it?"
Zhang Nanfeng's heart suddenly jumped up and he asked carefully: "I wonder what you are referring to?"
Murong Fu looked into Zhang Nanfeng's eyes and said slowly: "This place is only twenty miles away from the Xixia Imperial City. If someone in the imperial city cooperates, they can open the gate of the palace city at night. The army will rush into the palace city and control the Xixia Emperor.
If you kill the important officials of the Xixia court, wouldn't it be an unparalleled feat?"
Murong Fu's words were like a big hammer hitting Old Nanfeng's heart.
Are you crazy to assassinate the king and kill the king in the Xixia royal court?
Not to mention whether it would be possible to defeat the generals with their own few remaining troops, even if they did succeed, they would not be able to return to the Song Dynasty alive.
"What, are you scared?"
"Ten years have passed since the Battle of Yongle City. Those who participated in the war either died on the battlefield, or have been transferred to unknown places. Who can prove the identity of the Governor now? Even if the Governor returns to the capital
Song Dynasty, I'm afraid I can only start over from scratch with a white body. What's more, Du Jian was defeated and captured, and his guilt is not small. Won't the court pursue it?"
"Unless there is an edict from the Emperor of Xixia, these tens of thousands of people from the Song Dynasty can safely return to the territory of the Song Dynasty."
Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Nanfeng's forehead: He never expected that the senior official of the Imperial City Department in front of him would be so courageous. Calling him bold was no longer enough to describe him.
Suddenly, Zhang Nanfeng was sweating profusely: He realized that he had no choice in this matter. When the other party reported his identity as the Imperial City Division, he had no choice but to obey orders completely. If
If he dares to say that he quits now, the high-ranking official of the Imperial City Department in front of him, who is extremely skilled in martial arts, will immediately kill him and silence him.
Murong Fu stared at the person in front of him quietly, and secretly said that if this guy dared to shirk even a few words, he would kill him immediately.
Finally, Zhang Nanfeng bowed his head and knelt down and said: "I will obey your orders!"
Murong Fu nodded and said: "Very good, your life is saved!"
When Zhang Nanfeng heard this, he broke out in cold sweat again. He was secretly glad that he had returned from the gate of hell.
However, Murong Fu would not trust an old veteran so easily. He flicked a brown pill into the mud in front of Zhang Nanfeng.
"This is a Duanjin Fugu Pill. From the name, you should also know what this pill is for. If you don't take the antidote regularly, it only takes three days to treat every meridian on your body, including
Including the tongue, every bone will be broken inch by inch and turn into pus. At that time, you just want to ask others to kill you with a knife, but you can't open your mouth or lift the pen. It's really worse than death."
"If you sincerely follow me to do this, take this pill now. I promise that after the work is completed, I will definitely give you the antidote, and I will also give you a thousand taels of gold as a reward to protect you.
Prosperity and wealth for a lifetime."
Hearing the terrifying effectiveness of the so-called Broken Muscle and Rotten Bone Pills, Zhang Nanfeng, a man who had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, turned pale with fright. But when he heard the terms offered by the other party, he felt his throat was burning.
After a long time, Zhang Nanfeng gritted his teeth, picked up the elixir on the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth. He originally wanted to hold it in his mouth without swallowing it, but unexpectedly, the elixir melted as soon as he entered his mouth and was not given at all.
An opportunity for him to be careful.
Zhang Nanfeng's little move naturally caught Murong Fu's eyes. Murong Fu smiled lightly and pretended not to notice.
"Very good, Zhang Dujian is courageous."
Then he threw another small jade bottle in front of Zhang Nanfeng.
"There are twelve antidotes in this bottle. You can take one every seven days to prevent the poison from developing. On the contrary, it can strengthen your body and improve your skills."
Zhang Nanfeng quickly grabbed the bottle into his arms, as if it was his own life.
"In the next few months, you will select three thousand strong people among the people you can control. I will provide sufficient food and grass for these three thousand people to let them eat and regain their strength. I will also find a way to transport them here
A batch of armor, war horses, ordnance. When necessary, I will personally notify you to take action."