Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Old Nanfeng roared angrily: "Want to leave? It's not that easy! Speak clearly before leaving!"

As he said that, his five fingers turned into claws and went straight for Murong Fu's heart.

If Murong Fu was willing to take action, ten Lao Nanfeng would have been killed on the spot. Finally, Murong Fu moved and raised his right hand slightly, as if he was gently breaking off a cold plum in the middle of winter in the countryside of Gusu, feeling relaxed and freehand. However, when it came to Lao Nanfeng's eyes, he didn't see clearly how the other party made the move. His eyes were blurred, and the strong body of more than 200 kilograms was thrown out like a pebble. With a "boom", a mud pit was made in the mud.

Even though Old Nanfeng was badly knocked down by this blow, he still got up from the ground and tried to rush towards his opponent. However, with such a delay, his opponent was already a hundred steps away.

"With this skill, let's stay in the camp for another ten years!"

A mocking sound came from afar.

"One day, I will kill you!"

Old Nanfeng was filled with anger, and his heart felt like a pot of charcoal was burning.

The opponent has already gone far.

Murong Fu was already on his way back to the city.

Along the way, Murong Fu frowned.

It seems that the situation is much more serious than I thought.

Murong Fu originally thought that since Young Master Chuang was a cannon fodder composed of enemy prisoners, it would be easy to win over him.

However, after an on-site inspection, I found that most of the large camp was old, weak, sick and disabled, and not even half of the young and middle-aged people who could really fight. In this group of people, Uighurs, Hans, Tubos, Khitans and Dangxiang people were all mixed together. There must be so many people with different ideas, it would be too difficult to integrate them. Moreover, they were short of food and clothing, and had no clothes or armor. Murong Fu observed around and found that not one of the twenty people might be wearing armor.

There seems to be a lot of people at the moment, but if they actually take action, it only takes a thousand elite iron kites to defeat them. Expecting them to complete the task of seizing the palace is just like expecting the Song Dynasty to regain Yanyun. Reliable. No wonder Xixia only sent so few troops to guard tens of thousands of people.

A few days later, Murong Fu appeared in front of the camp with another batch of food and grass. After that, every three or five days, Murong Fu would send a batch of grain and grass to Lao Nanfeng, and this continued for a month.

At first, Lao Nanfeng was quite hostile to Murong Fu, but as time went by, this hostility gradually disappeared. After all, because of the little things Murong Fu sent, the people gathered around Lao Nanfeng had enough to eat for a few days.

Finally, that day, Old Nanfeng stopped Murong Fu and said, "My lord, what is the purpose of sending food and grass over and over again? Please tell me!"

Murong Fu said: "This is the intention of Lord Helian Tieshu, the minister in front of the palace. It has nothing to do with me. I am just the leader responsible for escorting."

Old Nanfeng lowered his voice and said: "Do you think I am a fool? What kind of virtue is Helian Tieshu? In the past few years, how many brothers in the camp have starved to death because of this guy who withheld food and grass. How could he be so kind?"

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth twitched involuntarily: It seems that Helian Tieshu's reputation is really not very good, and it has spread to the prisoner of war camp.

Murong Fu said: "Whether you believe it or not, what does it have to do with me? You are just a captured prisoner, why do you ask so many questions?"

In these days, Old Nanfeng was beaten no less than ten times by Murong Fu. Each time, Murong Fu spared his bones and muscles, but made him very embarrassed. After repeated beatings, Old Nanfeng was completely convinced by Murong Fu's beatings. .

In the process of previous battles, Lao Nanfeng also learned that the officer in front of him was not a party member, but a real Song person, and his initial fear was greatly reduced.

This stimulated Lao Nanfeng, and he said loudly: "Although a certain man was not good at martial arts, he fought loyally for his country and was captured after exhaustion. Your Excellency, you have an amazing art career, but as a Song Dynasty, you worked for the Xixia traitors. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Murong Fu smiled noncommittally. According to past experience, after saying something similar, this guy would rush up to him and get beaten.

Therefore, Murong Fu just took his time to put up a martial arts stance, waiting for the opponent to rush up and throw him out.

However, this time, the fierce man knelt down in front of Murong Fu with an uncharacteristic sound.

"My lord, I am the official Zhang Nanfeng. I was originally the governor of Yanzhou. He was captured in the battle of Yongle City ten years ago. The Xixia traitors also tried every means to persuade me to surrender. I care about my homeland, but I just refuse to give in. That's why I was thrown into this situation. In the big camp. I have been in this big camp for seven years now. I know that you must be a great hero. In this small country in the northwest border, you are definitely not a high-ranking official who is greedy for barbarians. Please don’t dislike the villain. I am of humble ability, but I am willing to do my best for the adults!"

Lao Nanfeng was completely prepared.

These years spent as a prisoner in an enemy country were driving him crazy. I watched the people who were thrown into the camp one by one over the years fill in the ravines one by one. He didn't know when it would be his turn.

He had also tried to escape, but this was the hinterland of the Xia Kingdom. To escape back to the Song Dynasty, he had to run hundreds of miles and avoid being hunted by the Xixia people. How could it be so easy?

As time passed, his heart gradually became cold.

Until this person appeared in front of me.

After all, he had also been a governor who could command three thousand soldiers and horses. After a long time, he could see that this man who had delivered things to the camp many times would definitely be able to help him.

"Sir, this place is not far from the imperial palace of Xixia. If so"

Old Nanfeng lowered his voice and spoke to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's expression changed drastically. He slapped Old Nanfeng on the chest with his palm, sending him flying a foot away. He scolded: "You thief chief, do you know what you are talking about?" As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted again. Old Nanfeng slapped him twice on the chest, knocked him to the ground, and then walked away on his own.

Lao Nanfeng lay on the ground for a while, feeling a stream of pure energy flowing from his chest to his limbs, making his body's meridians feel indescribably comfortable. After thinking for a moment, he was very happy and bowed to the place where Murong Fu left.

At night, at the third watch.

The entire camp had fallen silent.

For these prisoners of war who lacked food and clothing, the best comfort at this time was to fall asleep early.

A tall figure flashed and appeared on a mound in the northwest corner of the camp, where a figure had been waiting for a long time.

"You're a moment late."

Murong Fu said calmly.

"My lord, it is not easy to avoid the eyes and ears of others."

The person who came was none other than Lao Nanfeng.

Murong Fu said: "I have limited time and don't want to talk nonsense. Tell me, what is your plan?"