The Imam didn't want to hand over Yelu Hongji's body easily, but Murong Fu looked like he wanted to defeat the enemy. He finally compromised and wrote a handwritten letter in front of Murong Fu. The content of the letter was just a simple mention of
Learn about Yelu Zhongyuan’s current situation and the transaction.
Murong Fu checked it carefully and found that there was no code or anything like that before he asked Yelu Chongyuan's trusted subordinates to send the letter out.
Throughout the process, both parties were very careful and kept a distance of more than three feet.
The three of them waited in the tent, and soon Yelu Hongji's body was delivered, wrapped tightly.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "It seems that your great Khan cherishes you very much. He gave you such a trump card just as he said."
The Imam was extremely vigilant, but he smiled and said, "His Majesty is always sensible and values talents. As long as they are not useless, he will cherish them."
Yelu Zhongyuan glanced at Yelu Hongji's body with a complicated expression, "Can we go now?"
Murong Fu looked at the two of them with flickering eyes, "King Yelu, don't worry, you have to wait until I have examined the body, don't you think so?"
"snort."
Murong Fu slowly stood up and came to the body of Yelu Hongji. With a slight stroke, the shroud fell into pieces. He looked at it carefully and leaned over to check his face.
"Don't worry, since Your Majesty agreed to the deal, he will never deceive you with lies." The Imam said calmly.
"That's not true. Soldiers never tire of deceit. He should understand this truth better than me." Murong Fu said with a chuckle, and then focused on checking the wound he left last night, and finally confirmed that it was indeed Yelu Hongji.
He raised his head, took a deep look at the two of them, and said nothing.
"What?" Imam twirled the beard on his chin, "Master Murong doesn't want to burn down the bridge and regret it after getting the body, right?"
Murong Fu really thought so. His biggest leverage was this corpse. Now that he had the corpse, as long as he killed these two people, the 400,000 troops outside would be his alone. However, Temujin's decisiveness made him feel very unhappy.
Practical.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up this crazy idea. To put it bluntly, the current situation is that he and Temujin divided the Khitan army of 400,000, Temujin got 150,000, and he only got 250,000, which was considered a stop loss.
If you are too greedy, you may be self-defeating, causing things to get out of control, and the gains outweigh the losses.
"Okay, the body is real. You can leave. Remember, if I hear any rumors, you must always be careful."
"Huh, don't forget what you promised me. Once the war is over, you must not continue to interfere with the throne of Daliao. Otherwise, I will spend everything I have and make you pay the price." Yelu Zhongyuan said unwillingly.
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Murong Fu did not comment on this, "Don't worry, as long as you have the ability, the throne will be yours sooner or later."
The Imam imitated the manner of the Central Plains people and bowed his hand towards him, "Mr. Murong, see you later."
"There will be a time, there will be a time." Murong Fu said perfunctorily with a faint smile. In fact, he was cursing secretly in his heart. If you take advantage of me, hurry up and get out. I will change my mind later. Don't regret it.
The Imam seemed to hear his thoughts, nodded slightly, and suddenly grabbed Yelu Zhongyuan's lapel, shrank his body, and instantly escaped into the ground.
Murong Fu didn't waste any time. As soon as the two left, he activated his true energy, and Yelu Hongji's body slowly floated up. He then pulled out his heavenly sword and shot out more than ten sword energy. In an instant, Yelu Hongji was torn into pieces.
, turned into a bloody storm, spreading everywhere.
After leaving the tent, Murong Fu looked back and sighed inexplicably, "Sorry, I had no choice but to do this. You didn't get Xiangyang City during your lifetime, but you will get it after your death. You will live here forever in the future."
Yelu Zhongyuan did not return, and soon the rumors and disturbance among the army in the Beiyuan subsided, and the army slowly retreated towards the Mongolian camp.
Murong Fu quickly returned to Zhao Hong's camp and explained the transaction. Zhao Hong immediately ordered an opening to be opened to allow Yelu Chongyuan to retreat.
At this point, the vigorous Khitan turmoil has subsided, and the losses on both sides are not large. It is quite a bit like thunder and rain.
At this time, in the Khitan commander's tent, Zhao Hong was slumped on the ground without any image, exhausted physically and mentally. Although he was very talented in martial arts, he had never experienced such a battle after all. No one would be born to be an emperor.
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Murong Fu smiled and said, "How about it? Now you are more at ease. From now on you will be the king of a country."
Zhao Hong was very sober. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, please don't make fun of me. What's fake is fake. Sooner or later, this throne will have to be returned. Besides, if I am greedy for this throne, I should follow the Young Master in the future."
, and became enemies of the Murong family."
Murong Fu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled, "At least you can sit here for a few more days. Some people have dreamed of being emperor for a lifetime, and they can't realize it even for just one day. But don't be discouraged. If you
If you are able to recapture the Liao Dynasty without any bloodshed, I will let you become a vassal king of the opposite sex and command the Khitan tribe."
Zhao Hong didn't care much about power, but the words "recover Daliao" made his heart skip a beat. "What do you mean, Master? You want me to make Daliao surrender to the Murong family as the emperor?"
Murong Fu pondered, "I know this is difficult. It's good if you can do it. It doesn't matter if you can't. Anyway, with you as the emperor, conquering by force shouldn't be too difficult."
Zhao Hong was still puzzled, "My subordinates don't understand. Didn't the young master promise to return the throne to Yelu Zhongyuan once the war in Xiangyang is over?"
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him, "Why are you so ignorant? The battle in Xiangyang will be so tragic. What if he doesn't wait until the end of the war and he dies?"
Zhao Hong suddenly realized, "Young master, do you mean to get rid of him during this period?"
"I didn't say that, you said it yourself."
"..."
Murong Fu changed the subject, "By the way, I don't know if Xiao Feng is dead or not. Send someone to find him. If he is not dead, you should be more careful in the future. He is the only one in the entire Khitan camp who can reveal your identity."
Yes, you can kill him directly if necessary."
"My subordinate understands."
"Well, I'm going back, take care of yourself."
At this time, tens of thousands of defenders gathered at the south gate of Xiangyang City, and a large number of martial arts people came to the city wall to watch. There was really too much movement in the Khitan camp, and they thought they were about to attack the city.
"Hey, who is that man in black?"
"It seems to be Mr. Murong."
"How did he come out of the Khitan camp?"
"Could it be that the Khitan turmoil has something to do with him?"
"Maybe he was the one who caused it. An extraordinary person does extraordinary things. Mr. Murong is indeed a man of great courage and wisdom. He goes deep alone and uses a few tricks to stir up troubles in the sky."
"I would say he is a disaster star. Wherever he goes, there will be trouble."
"Why are you talking like that! Even if you want to say it, you can't do it so loudly. People don't like the truth."
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Everyone was talking and talking at the top of the city. Deng Baichuan, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and all the female members of the Murong family were all staring at the figure that was approaching quickly, their faces turning a little dark.
They naturally felt that now that Murong Fu was the lord of Xiangyang City, he should be in charge of the center. It was really not what a commander should do to risk such danger alone.
"Hey, the Khitan army seems to have died down!" Sharp-eyed Wang Yuyan suddenly pointed at the Khitan camp and said.
Everyone looked up, and sure enough, the dark crowd gradually separated, and a hole opened in the encirclement.
Deng Baichuan frowned slightly and seemed a little confused. After a long time, he sighed slightly and said, "This opportunity is once in a lifetime. If we send troops, we will definitely hit the Khitan army hard. It's a pity."
Wu Wei shook her head and said nothing, but Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "Brother Deng, it's not a pity at all. Do you know who is commanding the Khitan army now?"
"Isn't that Xiao Feng?" Deng Baichuan asked.
Wang Yuyan smiled mysteriously, "It can't be said, it can't be said."
"What the hell are you doing?" Deng Baichuan muttered in a low voice.
At this time, Huang Rong suddenly said, "He's coming up."
Only then did everyone realize that Murong Fu could no longer be seen outside the city. Just as they were about to approach the city wall, a black shadow suddenly appeared, startling everyone.
"Brother, what on earth is going on?" Murong Xue asked first.
Murong Fu looked around and saw a group of martial arts people approaching.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I just went out to find out some news."
"What news?" everyone asked in unison. They were now very curious about the whole story of the Khitan turmoil.
Murong Fu said vaguely, "I have learned that Emperor Temujin of the Yuan Dynasty will attack Xiangyang City with all his troops in the near future. Everyone, the current situation is serious. Whether Xiangyang City can be defended depends on this battle. I hope
Everyone should prepare early."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and their faces were a little solemn.
Murong Fu suddenly smiled and said, "You don't have to be too pessimistic. I have carefully calculated it. In this battle, we have at least a 60-70% chance of winning. It is not a one-sided situation. I will call all parties to prepare for the specific battle plan later.
Send the leader to discuss, please go back now."
After sending everyone away, Murong Fu returned to the general's mansion surrounded by a group of female relatives. Of course, Deng Baichuan and Guo Jing also followed.
"Sir, what happened?" Deng Baichuan asked in a solemn voice in the hall.
Murong Fu's expression returned to calm, "I overheard Temujin discussing with his men that they would launch a general offensive in more than ten days, but I was also discovered by them. I don't know if they will change this decision, but anyway
, their food and grass are only enough for half a month, they will definitely attack Xiangyang City within ten days, sooner rather than later."
"Cousin, what's going on in the Khitan camp?" Wang Yuyan asked.
Then Murong Fu told the story of the Khitan camp in detail. Some of the people present knew that Yelu Hongji was Zhao Hong pretending to be Zhao Hong, but some did not. For example, Guo Jing did not want to make it public yet.
After all, people talk a lot about this matter, so the explanation is very vague, but everyone understands it.