Chapter 456 Assassination, Xuanfu surrounded by wolves
"It's just a small Xuanfu, not even a heavily armed fortress. How can it stop our Jurchen cavalry?"

The Jurchen Khan Wanyan Shu slammed his head on the table and flew into a rage. The leaders of the tribes sitting below him were all silent, thinking to themselves: Jurchen cavalry? Why don't you send your Jurchen warriors? Why don't you let people from our small tribe take the lead and bite the hard bone of Xuanfu?

They are all tribes of all sizes gathered under the Jurchens and respect them as their superiors, but they all have their own thoughts. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are a mob. However, it is their troops that will be the vanguard of this battle.

The Jurchens were less than 10,000 in number, but more than 10,000 were invincible. To match their powerful fighting power, the Jurchens' population had never increased. Without a sufficient population, they could not train enough armored warriors.

In Wanyan Shu's heart, every Jurchen warrior is his dearest treasure, so how could he allow them to fight an offensive battle and waste their lives in vain? Naturally, the tribes under his command would be more useful. Isn't it for this reason that he gathered the army?
After a while of talking, Wan Yanshu finally calmed down and said, "I know you have complaints in your heart, but you dare not say it. Since I, Wan Yanshu, have brought you out of the grassland, I will naturally be rich and powerful."

He said something so ridiculous that he himself didn't believe it, and then he really talked about the division of benefits: "I can issue a military order. The first tribal warrior to climb the top of the city wall can take 10% of the Xuanfu income, and his tribe can take 30%. The rest will be divided among the other tribes. As for my Jurchen tribe, I only want basic supplies and rewards and pensions for the tribal warriors who followed the Jurchens. I won't take anything else."

"Is this true!?"

For a moment, all the chiefs were ecstatic. The wealth of a city was enough for their entire tribe to squander for a long time. What's more, those riches were not necessarily divided equally among all the tribe members. As the chiefs, they naturally had to eat first and get the biggest share.

"What a bunch of short-sighted bastards. If there was really no one else I could use, why would I hang out with these wolves and jackals?"

Wanyan Shu looked at the leaders who were overjoyed and laughed at them in his heart, but he swore on his face: "There is no falsehood in these words. Military orders are as heavy as a mountain!"

The chiefs then cheered and drank the wine in front of them in big gulps. They were not afraid of fighting, but were extremely warlike. Before, they had only fought minor fights just to sell their men for a good price, but now that Wanyan Shu had given in, how could they sit still?

Snapped!
A barbarian smashed the bottle in his hand and said, "Great Khan, you are so generous. This achievement will go to our warriors!"

There were all kinds of things being said at once, the argument was extremely chaotic, and everyone was in a hurry to go out to call for the troops, so that they could discuss the merits after the city was broken.

In the midst of this crowd and chaos, a waiter holding a wine jug was pushed a few times, lost his balance, and the jug broke into pieces. He then fell diagonally towards Wanyan Shu.

The panic on the waiter's face was clearly visible. The next moment, he suddenly turned cold. With a tremble of his hand, several black gold bone-piercing nails flew out and hit Wanyan Shu directly.

He even drew out a dagger in his hand and rushed forward, determined to kill Wanyan Shu on the spot. At the same time, several figures jumped out of the tent, swords flying in their palms, and stabbed at the Jurchen Khan.

Wan Yanshu was not panicked, but looked calm: "I don't see any strange swordsmen and practitioners from Xuanfu City in the formation. It turns out that they all came to me."

With a few light ding ding sounds, the bone-piercing nails scattered all over the ground, along with a few sword lights that were also stained by a layer of gray aura. The treasure body was damaged and fell to the ground, corroded by green rust, and could no longer be used.

Magic swords and magical weapons are the foundation of cultivators. They are connected to their lives and minds. Now they are polluted one by one, and the connection between their souls is severed. Those cultivators and swordsmen all spat out dirty blood and their breath became weak.

The leading waiter's chest twitched, and he swallowed the blood in his throat. He shrank his body, dodged several swords, opened his mouth, and spit out a blood arrow mixed with blood, approaching Wanyan Shu. Without much movement, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Wanyan Shu. It was an old man, wearing a gray robe, unkempt, slovenly, with black mud under his fingernails. He was a shaman wizard of the Jurchen tribe.

As soon as the shaman appeared, a strange and fresh scent of plants and trees filled the tent. Before the assassin could even catch his breath, the fragrance penetrated his skin and spiritual orifices, penetrated his body, and fixed him in place like a wooden stake, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Facing the flying blood arrow, the old man grinned fiercely like a night owl, opened the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, and then took another suck, and the blood arrow was swallowed up by him.

"It's quite strong, but it's better than the old wine I carefully mixed. Do you have any more?"

With his arms outstretched and his figure flashing, he had already picked up the waiter. His triangular eyes gleamed with brilliance, and he looked at the waiter with some greed, as if he had seen fine wine and delicious food.

The waiter spat out the blood arrow, which had already cost him most of his spiritual power. Now his face turned pale and his figure faded a little, all because the blood arrow took away most of the blood in his body.

He originally wanted to risk his life to temporarily resolve the crisis in Xuanfu. The blood arrow did not need to hit the vital points. Just a touch would cause the blood poison to explode. Within a few days, he would turn into a pool of pus and blood in extreme pain.

Unexpectedly, the shaman swallowed it in one gulp. From the look of his face, it didn't seem to be harmful, but rather it was very nourishing. The waiter, who had lost half his life, was dying. When he heard the shaman's questions, he didn't respond. He slowly closed his eyes, saying nothing, listening nothing, and asking nothing.

Seeing the assassin waiting to die, Wanyan Shu sneered, "It seems that there is no one in Xuanfu. I asked you, an ant-like cultivator, to come and die."

He shook his head: "If this decapitation tactic succeeds, the various tribes of my Jurchen army will fight each other and become large and small forces in an instant, and Xuanfu will also have a chance to breathe."

"What a pity. Do you really think I'm stupid? You Han Ting has been using the same few tricks over and over again. I've already figured them out. If you weren't afraid of the Central Plains Xuanmen, you Han Ting would have been reduced to wreckage by my Jurchen cavalry!"

Wan Yanshu smiled slightly: "Fortunately, it is not too late now. We can take a city today and another city tomorrow. The vast Middle Earth will eventually fall into the hands of the Jurchens."

Seeing that the assassins had no reaction, he lost interest and signaled the shaman to take the people away. He turned around and looked at the Middle-earth geomancy map. The more he looked at it, the more delighted he became and he couldn't help laughing.

"The general trend is on my side. The Jurchens will prosper. It's time to change the master of Middle-earth!"

And a more ferocious wave of offensive was slowly brewing outside Xuanfu City. There was no need for many words to boost morale. No one knew the richness of the Central Plains better than these barbarians, and no one yearned for it more than these barbarians.

They are no longer human beings at this moment, but hyenas and jackals, with their teeth bared and clenched, sucking blood, determined to plunder the most delicious flesh and blood in this land and feast on it!

(End of this chapter)