Chapter 314
Nuhachi quickly received their message, his eyes widening in shock. He even forgot the pain of the medicine being applied. "Hahaha... Duan Gan must be an idiot!"
"How could anyone actually agree? Could this kid have some kind of hidden identity?"
Anachu echoed, "General, that kid must be someone special. Why don't we just leave him? Keeping this bargaining chip in their hands might get us something better in return."
"For example, those sixteen states."
He turned to look at him, his eyes full of agreement, "That makes sense, but I, the general, must also get my hands on this gunpowder."
Anacu clapped her hands and said, "That's easy. We'll just send someone to impersonate Murong Yan and put him in a sack."
Nuhachi rolled his eyes at him and said impatiently, "Do you think that others can't think of it? Besides, where are we going to find an exact replica of Murong Yan for them?"
"Are you suggesting we peel off Murong Yan's face and stick it on yours?"
Upon hearing this, Anachus panicked immediately, because he knew that if there was no other way, Nuhachi would really do this, as he was always known for his cruel and ruthless methods.
"General, please calm down. Please forgive me."
He knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.
Quluchuo had already applied the medicine to Nuhachi and said calmly, "It's done."
As he cleaned up the mess, he looked at Anacuo on the ground and said, "I have a way to help you."
Upon hearing this, the two of them looked at him simultaneously.
Nuhachi suddenly realized that the person in front of him was a famous military doctor, and changing his appearance would not be difficult for him.
"May I ask what Qu Luchuo intends to do?"
He smiled, trying to appear amiable.
"First, you need to find someone with a similar face and body shape to him, then prepare some pigskin..."
Several people, carrying the most similar-looking person selected from the army, arrived at the camp where Murong Yan was imprisoned. Anachuo was in front, and Quluchuo was behind.
Murong Yan has a good ability to recover. In the days when he was not tortured, his injuries gradually improved, but he was much thinner than before.
Moreover, they are now deliberately not feeding him enough; they only give him a sip of wine and a few pieces of meat so that he can maintain his basic life.
Several soldiers stepped forward and pressed down on the person lying on the bed, so that his face was facing Quluchuo.
Murong Yan was shocked and shouted angrily, "What are you trying to do! Let me go!"
His face turned ashen, and he struggled desperately, but it was all in vain against the strong and robust Turkic soldiers.
Qu Luchuo picked up the congealed substance mixed with lard from the tray and placed it on his face. "Don't move, don't move, it'll be ready soon."
It was smeared on his face, leaving only two nostrils for him to breathe.
Only when the skin dried up and solidified into a mask did Qu Luchu remove it from Murong Yan's face.
"Okay, let's go."
The group went out and arrived at Nuhachi's tent. Anachu brought the similar-looking person to Quluchuo and let him do as he pleased.
Quluchuo looked at the small man in front of him, picked up the mask and held it up to his face, then took out the prepared pigskin and began to carve the mask.
Several people watched, and an hour later, they looked at the man in front of them who looked exactly like Murong Yan with amazement.
Nuhachi pointed at the man, his face filled with shock, and said, "How...how could this be?! It's really exactly the same!"
Anachu was also surprised and repeatedly confirmed, "General, it really is almost identical, that's amazing!"
"There's absolutely no problem. Even if his mother came, she wouldn't recognize him."
“Not bad, not bad, our Turkic Quluchuo is truly extraordinary.”
Upon hearing the praise, Qu Luchu smiled modestly and said, "It is only right for me to do my part for the general and the country."
Although he said that, he didn't go out, as if he was waiting for something.
Nuhachi curled his lip and waved his hand impatiently, "A reward is in order! Take that gold belt!"
Qu Luchu looked at the gold belt hanging on the wooden frame. It was made of cowhide and inlaid with a gemstone and gold as embellishments.
He quickly went over and put it in his arms; only then did his smile show more genuine emotion.
"General, you are wise and benevolent. I will take my leave now."
Nuhachi watched his departing figure with some irritation, "One by one, they can't live without money."
When the appointed time arrived, Nuhachi, enduring the pain of his wounds, personally led the person to the battlefield and told everyone that he was perfectly fine.
The two commanders stood at the rear, allowing the soldiers in front to exchange positions.
Anatso was followed by soldiers carrying sacks, and the two slowly walked forward.
Meanwhile, Zhang Cheng and Chen Jinghe stood guard beside the carriage carrying gunpowder, their faces wary, watching each other to prevent the Turks from causing any trouble.
When they reached the middle, the soldier threw the sack on the ground. He, Anachuo, and the others were about to walk forward when Zhang Cheng stopped them.
Anachuo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shouted in a fierce but weak voice, "What are you doing! The general is right, you are a bunch of hypocrites who don't keep their word!"
"We've already given you the person, why are you stopping us!"
The sounds of arguing arose, and both armies became agitated.
Nuhachi thought he had been exposed and was about to raise his hand, but then realized that it didn't seem so. He quietly stared ahead, observing every move.
"Have you lost your mind?! We need to check if it's really Murong Yan. What if you've switched him out?"
"They even covered it with a burlap sack; what else could that be but a guilty conscience?"
Zhang Cheng rebuked them without any politeness, and was just short of physically assaulting them.
Chen Jinghe and the people behind him went to untie the sack. When they saw the exposed bluish-purple face that was obviously frostbitten, and the terrified look in the eyes of the person looking at them, they were shocked.
He examined him carefully, confirmed that it was Murong Yan, and nodded to Zhang Cheng.
Seeing this, Anachuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the man still looked so arrogant.
“Our Turkic Khaganate is honest, but we do not lie or hypocritical like you. We always keep our word.”
"Stop barking like a dog and get out of here!"
"If we meet again on the battlefield, I will surely slay you with my sword!"
Anatso suppressed his anger, waved his hand, and hurriedly had the soldiers behind him push the three carts of gunpowder back.
Meanwhile, they were keeping a close eye on Zhang Cheng and his group, fearing that these people might change their minds and attack them.
An unfair deal, witnessed by tens of thousands of people, finally came to a close without major incident.
Today is not a day for fighting; both sides have returned to their respective territories.
Meng Tian looked at the dazed "Murong Yan" with pity, "You've suffered, General! Quickly send him in to recover!"
As I passed by Duan Gan, he suddenly called out to me.
He stared at the boy who was cowering in fear, his gaze lingering on "Murong Yan" for a while before coldly saying, "Let's go."
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