"What are the contents of the letters?" Murong Chui had no interest in reading them.
"The Embroidered Uniform Guard said they would take my head within two days and hang it on the city wall."
As soon as Li Liang finished speaking, the others also said that they had received such a letter.
"Arrogant."
"How dare the Imperial Guards come into the capital and commit mass murder! I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"
Murong Chui knew that if all ten of his generals were killed, it would be a disaster.
Who will command the battle then?
These ten generals followed him across the country and made outstanding contributions.
Who would have thought that in the dead of winter, before even celebrating the New Year, someone would be beheaded?
"My lord, these Imperial Guards are extremely arrogant. Zhou Zhiguo and the others have all had their heads hung at their doorsteps."
"They said they would hang all our heads on our city gate, and they even said they would hang your head on the city gate."
"Let them come. I don't believe they have much ability."
"This commander is by no means a lamb to be slaughtered."
...
That evening.
The butler brought over another letter.
"What bad news is it now?" Murong Chui's mentality had already collapsed. When he saw the letter in the steward's hand, he felt that there was no good news.
"General, the wolf guards we sent out were all captured and imprisoned by Jiang Tian in the Imperial Guard's prison."
Murong Chui's only hope of rescuing Murong Xue has now been shattered.
"These idiots have betrayed my trust in them."
"If they can't even do something this simple, what right do they have to be my wolf guards?"
"It's good that Murong Jun and Murong Min, those bastards, are dead."
Murong Chui stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the room.
Murong Chui was just saying that out of anger.
He is now powerless; this time, the Wolf Guard operation has failed.
This means that Jiang Tian will definitely try to squeeze a huge sum of money out of him.
He hadn't yet raised the ten million taels of silver he had previously promised.
Now, even a fool should know that Jiang Tian still doesn't know how Hua Zi has become the one torturing his son, Murong Xue.
"Come here." Murong Chui beckoned to the steward. "Go to the Khitan capital yourself. Tell Jiang Tian that I admit defeat. Jiang Tian can do whatever he wants."
I am no longer capable of being his enemy.
“He wants money, I’ll give him all my assets.”
Butler Dong San: "General, when did you get bullied like this? Even if we don't steam buns, we should at least stand up for ourselves!"
"Forget it, I'm exhausted both physically and mentally these past few days. If I keep fighting Jiang Tian like this, I'm afraid I'll die without a burial place." After Murong Chui finished speaking, he slumped into his chair, and it was clear that he had aged considerably.
"Take this ten million taels of silver and deliver it to him. Also, select 100 beautiful young girls. I've heard that Jiang Tian is a lecherous man. I hope that by giving him this money and these women, he will spare my life."
"Yes..." the butler said, bowing.
"Hurry up and go. I don't want to offend Jiang Tian any further and end up with my head hanging on the city gate."
The butler sighed deeply and went out.
...
the next day.
A caravan of over two thousand Russian merchants entered the capital.
These blond-haired, blue-eyed Russians immediately attracted everyone's attention.
After entering the city, these Russians went straight to the commander's mansion.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion.
Butler Dong San was leading people to load the truck.
More than 10 million taels of silver filled more than 100 carts.
The motorcade formed a neat row of lines in front of the Marshal's Mansion.
"Hey, I heard your commander has been having some troubles lately." The caravan leader looked at Dong San and asked in a stiff tone.
Who are you?
“We are from the Rakshasa Kingdom. We are here to do business, sir. Let me introduce myself first,” the caravan leader said politely, removing his top hat.
The man tipped his hat and said, "I, Sheffield, have come to befriend your commander."
"Our commander-in-chief is in a bad mood lately and doesn't want to see anyone. I think you should leave as soon as possible."
Sheffield smiled slightly: "Perhaps we can help you. The commander-in-chief might not be so sure."
"No one can help the commander with what's going on. You people who look like ghosts would be better off leaving now."
Butler Hu San sighed.
Sheffield stepped forward: "How do you know I can't help your commander if you won't let me see him?"
"If you don't report this, your Xianbei people will be in danger of national extinction, and you can't blame us then."
The words "the country is in danger of extinction" sent a shiver down Dong San's spine.
"Come with me."
Dong San led Sheffield straight to Murong Chui's study.
"General, someone wants to see you," Dong San said softly, standing respectfully outside Murong Chui's study.
"Dong San, you're not doing the important business I assigned you. Get on your way immediately. I've already said I don't want to see anyone lately."
With a creak, Sheffer pushed the door open.
This guy swaggered in, and Dong San couldn't stop him no matter what he tried.
Murong Chui saw that the person who entered was a blond-haired, blue-eyed Rakshasa.
"Your Excellency has barged into my residence without my permission. Isn't that extremely rude?"
"General, I've come to help you. Apart from us, no one from the Rakshasa Kingdom can offer you any assistance, nor can anyone truly help you."
After Sheffield finished speaking, he placed two short muskets on the other person's table.
"You all look like ghosts, how can you help me?"
Do you know what difficulties and dangers I am facing right now?
Seeing that the other party was being unreasonable, Sheffield picked up the two pistols and fired two shots at the side, with two loud bangs.
The gunshots were deafening.
The steward Hu San and Murong Chui felt their eardrums throbbing painfully.
A plume of gunpowder smoke billowed from the muzzle.
The room quickly filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder.
Murong Chui was startled, and the steward Hu San was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
When the smoke cleared, Murong Chui discovered that the two vases on the table had been smashed to pieces.
Two deep bullet holes remain in the wall.
"Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in coming here?" Murong Chui stared at the two short guns.
"I have everything the people of the Great Xia Dynasty have, and I also have things they don't have. I think only our Rakshasa Kingdom can help you stop them."
As Sheffield spoke, he loaded two more bullets.
"General, would you like to witness the power of these two muskets? With these muskets, even if the army of the Great Xia Dynasty were to besiege the city, I think you would have nothing to fear."
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