The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 319 Give Me a Reason Not to Kill You

It was late at night, and the city gates of Rongjing County were tightly closed, destined for a sleepless night.

On the low hill, a tattered tent, meticulously patched and immaculately cleaned, sat at a simple desk. An old man, unable to calm down, read the intelligence reports in his hands. Behind him, a pretty girl, dressed in military uniform, diligently worked on her handicraft under the oil lamp.

It was a purse, but the mandarin ducks embroidered on it looked more like ducks. Not only did they look gray, they were also ugly. Fortunately, as a purse it was still acceptable, and there was no damage or exposure.

"Xiu'er, what time is it?" The old man was not sleepy at all. He held a piece of intelligence in his hand, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of worry. The young new county magistrate was actually a man who understood military affairs. Although it was likely that he was just talking about military affairs on paper, he had some tricks up his sleeve and plugged several defensive loopholes in Rongjing County.

This undoubtedly increased the difficulty of attacking the city, but when he thought of the many preparations he had made in advance, he felt relieved. He was doing it without any intention. In addition, he had the right time, place and people on his side. What could he compare with him?

"It's the middle of the night, why aren't you resting yet, grandpa? This time, grandpa just needs to stay in the rear and coordinate the overall situation, and dad and the others in the front will be able to handle it. At the very least, your granddaughter can help out a bit." The young girl who changed her name to Xiu'er put down her needlework and casually drew the two-foot scimitar from her waist. The scimitar flashed with a faint cold light, and it was obviously not an ordinary item.

The old man laughed and said, "You are not without a father and brothers. My clan has not fallen to the point of sending a girl to the battlefield. I don't know why I always feel a little uneasy, as if I have missed something."

At this moment, the old man suddenly heard a faint sound of a flute, which gradually became clearer and clearer, and then suddenly rose to a high pitch, making people dizzy. The old man suddenly stood up, and his aura burst out. He was actually a martial arts master. The girl named Xiu'er protected him with a scimitar in her hand, but her steps were a little staggering.

"Sonic power!" The old man's voice seemed not loud, but it could be transmitted clearly. He opened the tent and strode out. He saw a slender figure walking slowly towards him from a distance under the torches in groups of three or two.

The man was tall and slender, and his snow-white clothes made him particularly eye-catching in the night. He held a jade flute in his hand and played it while walking under the moon. Wherever he passed, figures fell to the ground with "thumps". The figures in the camp ran out but could no longer form a fighting force. They were close to him in the blink of an eye.

The old man grabbed the girl's wrist with one hand and let out a long howl. The sound of the flute and the howl complemented each other in a stalemate. The howl was long and deep, but it could not withstand the ups and downs and gentle twists of the flute sound, making it even more difficult to defend against.

After playing the song "Blue Sea Tide Song", the visitor put down the jade flute, smiled and bowed to the old man, "Old man, we meet again."

The old man's face darkened slightly, and he saw thirty or fifty people running out from afar, with ropes and swords in their hands, tying up their own people as they went. The girl Xiu'er had been protected by the old man, and although she was not feeling well, she still had the strength to fight. Seeing this, she was about to run out in a hurry, but was grabbed by the old man, who shouted at her not to move.

"I underestimated you. You are worthy of being a Jinshi, a descendant of an aristocratic family with both civil and military talents. Since you have found this place, I am afraid that the many people I arranged have been wiped out, right?" Although he was asking, his tone was quite firm.

The person who came was Murong Fu, and behind him were figures running quickly, bringing different information.

"Three hundred local scoundrels were all captured, and those who resisted were shot to death with arrows."

"Two hundred local thugs have been cleared out, and not a single one has escaped!"

"The Tibetan hundred-man team has completed the beheading. The heads will be sorted out and sent to the border to ask for credit later. But the boss gave me a generous gift. This one thing alone can be exchanged for three or five of my people." The speaker was Cao Yi. Murong Fu gave him the credit for beheading the Tibetans in exchange for him being a county lieutenant.

You mean learning a second-rate martial art every year, and a first-rate martial art every three years?

Haha, that was a personal privilege given to Cao Yi, but this Tibetan hundred-man team was a condition for the border troops. Their morale was low and they were short of military equipment and food. Cao Yi offered this military merit and took the initiative to request to stay in the rear to ensure the supply of military supplies. No one would refuse.

When the old man heard this information, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything. The young girl Xiu'er cried out anxiously: "What have you done to my father and elder brother?"

Everyone turned their gazes towards him, and Murong Fu said with a chuckle, "If it were an ordinary weakling, after hearing my song, they would have fallen to the ground and been tied up and dragged away as slaves. If they still had the strength to resist, they would have been hacked to death with swords and arrows. After all, they are rebels, and their deaths are not a pity. It would be awkward to capture them all, so it would be more realistic to see some blood, right?"

The girl felt dizzy upon hearing this. How could her father and brother be weak? Even she could barely hold on, so they would definitely rise up in resistance. So...

The old man narrowed his eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his face, but Murong Fu still caught it clearly. This old man was not an ordinary person, but he had never met him before, so why did he have such strong hostility and murderous intent?

"The surviving clan, the surviving clan, which surviving clan are they?" Murong Fu had been to Sichuan and Shu in the previous worlds, but had never been to such a remote place, and had never heard of the so-called surviving clan.

When the old man heard his words, the murderous aura on his body suddenly dissipated completely. A bitter expression appeared on his face, and his entire spirit seemed to be drained away in an instant. He sighed and said, "Forget it, forget it. I accept the loss. The time, the place, and the people are all on my side. I tried to harm you time and time again, but you escaped every time. After all, man proposes, God disposes."

Murong Fu couldn't help but become curious after hearing this. "I know about the first robbery and ambush, and I can probably guess the second attempt to lure me into your camp. I also know about the last time when a hundred Tibetan soldiers and three groups of natives attacked the city at four o'clock in the morning. I wonder what else you did?"

"Kill the Tibetan envoy and lead a Tibetan army of 100 men to attack the city?"

"Use the help of the native tribe leader to kill the traitors Li and Yan?"

"Or do you have undercover spies in the county government, planning to tamper with the food?"

Murong Fu didn't say a word, and the expressions of the people around him changed every time, and the old man's eyelids trembled every time. "It seems that you are the one who did it. I didn't expect that a mere native camp could have such great power and such far-reaching plans. I admire you! Your so-called survivors should be more than just the Qianhua tribe, right?"

"Looking at your expression, I know I guessed right again. If I spread the news that you have been captured and are about to be beheaded, I wonder if it will attract more people from the remnant clan?" Murong Fu's words made the old man furious. He suddenly slapped out with both palms at an extremely fast speed and intimidating momentum, but Murong Fu easily resolved it.

The old man took three steps back, a blush flashing across his face, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Do unto others as they would have you do unto them. What a master of the "Shifting Stars"! What a master of the Gusu Murong family!"

"Give me a reason not to kill you!" Anyone who is plotted against again and again would be unhappy. Murong Fu had a blank expression and a cold voice.

The old man seemed to have relaxed as well. He took a deep breath, but suddenly started coughing. The girl Xiu'er supported him and he slowly sat down. She took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, took out a pill and swallowed it. Then he gradually got better. After a while, he slowly told the story.

The surviving clans are not the remnants of the previous dynasty, but originate from ancient times.

What is ancient times?

The ancient times were before the Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms and the Five Barbarians Invasion. At that time, the Han heritage was quite prosperous, but there were endless wars. People with insight dispersed some of the tribesmen to various places to preserve the heritage for future generations. They were the remnants.

There is ancient times and there is prehistoric times, but prehistoric times are even more distant times, such as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and the Shang and Zhou dynasties. However, they are too long ago and it is unknown whether there is any inheritance.