Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Sir, misunderstanding!"

The black-faced officer was frightened by Murong Fu's momentum and panicked in his heart. All signs showed that the person in front of him was not someone he could offend with his little head.

Murong Fu snorted coldly, not bothering to show off like this little shrimp. Seeing that the purpose of deterrence was achieved, he didn't say much, and said slowly with the unique arrogant tone of a senior military general when facing his subordinates: "I am here to serve as the commander-in-chief of the palace." Marshal Tieshu ordered us to send a batch of supplies to Young Master Chuang's camp."

There was a hint of embarrassment on the black face: "But haven't the supplies for Young Master Chuang's camp been delivered this month?"

Murong Fu had a stern look on his face and glanced at the other person coldly. The man hurriedly lowered his head and apologized: "It's a humble job to talk too much." Then he turned around and ordered his men: "Quickly move the roadblock and let the Lord pass!"

So a dozen soldiers hurriedly moved the roadblocks away and allowed the convoy to slowly drive into the camp where the young man was hit.

Murong Fu nodded, flicked his hand, and threw a piece of silver in front of the young officer: "Take this little money and drink some wine to warm yourself up!"

"Thank you, sir!"

It wasn't until Murong Fu's figure completely disappeared that the young officer dared to raise his head, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the waist knife that had just been knocked down, and took a look at it. He was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time: only to see the blade of the knife. There are already cracks all over, and what caused all this is actually a small gravel. At this time, the gravel the size of a small fingernail was embedded in the body of the knife, like a spider sitting on a cobweb.

Murong Fu went straight into Prince Chong's camp without even a single sentry coming forward to question him.

After all, they are captured soldiers and cannon fodder under surveillance. How can we expect them to have the fighting spirit of soldiers?

Murong Fu's arrival attracted some people's attention. After all, it was quite touching that a general in fine armor suddenly came into such a shabby refugee camp-like place. Many people who were lying lazily on the ground subconsciously got up.

Murong Fu glanced coldly for a few times, then opened a bag, and the white flour inside suddenly leaked out to the floor. At this time, everyone nearby was attracted. Some people subconsciously wanted to step forward to snatch it, but they were intimidated by Murong Fu's momentum and did not dare to move. They all stood five steps away from Murong Fu and timidly looked at the uninvited guest.

Murong Fu said coldly: "By order of the front secretary of the palace, I will bring you some food. Who is in charge of your affairs here? Tell him to come out."

After hearing Murong Fu's words, a young man quickly replied: "Sir, please wait a moment, I'll ask us to come over!"

Since Chuang Gongzi is a prisoner-of-war camp, Xixia naturally doesn't bother to organize and manage them. Basically, everyone in the camp is doing their own thing. Anyway, these people are forced to be cannon fodder at the front during the war.

After a while, the crowd cheered and gave way to a path. The young man who spoke earlier led a burly man to the center of the crowd.

The man was extremely tall. When he stood in front of Murong Fu, he looked like an iron tower. The blue meridians on his bronze skin were as knotted as twisted little snakes. His clothes are also obviously different from others. Most of the others were wearing single clothes, let alone any armor. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a complete set of leather armor.

Such a strong body walked on the mud, but did not leave many deep footprints. It was obvious that he was very skilled and a master.

The young man introduced: "This is the leader of our camp, Zhang Nanfeng. We usually call him Lao Nanfeng."

Old Nanfeng glanced sideways at Murong Fu, his eyes rested on Murong Fu's armor, and he exclaimed: "Good armor! What a pity!"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What's a pity?"

Old Nanfeng snorted coldly: "It's a pity that I didn't have such good armor back then, so I couldn't kill a few more party thieves."

When Lao Nanfeng came up with his explosive speech, the people around him were shocked: the other party looked like a high-ranking official. Can cannon fodder like himself, who are as fateful as ants, still be okay if he offends him?

Murong Fu smiled: He is quite individual. Only such a prick can be the boss in such a nearly disorderly place.

For this kind of person, if you don't convince him and blindly follow him, you won't get his respect. Murong Fu sneered and said: "The Bu Renjia of the Song Dynasty is not bad, it's a pity, hehe."

Almost all of them here were soldiers of the Song Army who were captured in the Battle of Song and Xia. Although Murong Fu didn't tell the whole story, it was basically the same as pointing at these people and scolding them.

Many people lowered their heads in shame, and some showed anger in their eyes, among them Lao Nanfeng was the most obvious.

"What do you mean?"

Murong Fu waved his hands and said: "It's not interesting. My time is limited. Since you are the leader here, you should be responsible for distributing these things. Farewell!"

With that said, he turned around and wanted to leave.

A loud shout came from behind: "Stop! Speak clearly before leaving!"

Murong Fu ignored him and walked out, but every step he took was very slow.

"You still want to leave without speaking clearly?"

Following a roar, a blast of wind struck Murong Fu's shoulder. Murong Fu didn't even bother to look back, he just took a step to the right, avoiding the grasp of Old Nanfeng on his shoulder by a hair.

People on the side saw Old Nanfeng taking action in anger and shouted: "Open your head, no!"

But how could Old Nanfeng, who had lost his mind, listen to the words of the people around him? Seeing that he couldn't catch it, he turned his claws into palms and swept towards Murong Fu's neck. Murong Fu stepped on it again, and Lao Nanfeng's fingertips rubbed against the bag.

Old Nanfeng was furious and wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces. How could he care that the person in front of him was a high-ranking military official? For a time, Hu Huhu fired more than twenty moves in a row. At first, he still wanted to restrain his opponent, using martial arts such as grappling. After arriving, he filled his chest with anger, punched and palmed out, and all his moves were aimed at the vitals. call.

Murong Fu allowed Old Nan Feng to get angry and just walked forward, unhurried and unhurried, as if there was no such person behind him. However, every step Murong Fu took out happened to avoid Old Nan Feng's hand. attack.

Everyone had more or less seen Lao Nanfeng's martial arts before, and knew how powerful it was. But now they saw the mysterious Xixia officer's demeanor when he played with Lao Nanfeng, and everyone was stunned.

Not long after, Murong Fu had already led Old Nanfeng out of the camp. It was only then that Murong Fu stood still for a moment and said in a cold voice: "Go back, don't follow me."