Please call me Your Majesty!

Chapter 281 Someone wants to seize power

The scout's voice was trembling violently, and he cleared his throat several times before he could barely control it.

In the central army tent, the sound like a lion's roar suddenly stopped.

The sudden silence was more disturbing than the previous roar. The scout could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears.

Then, a voice like a volcano about to erupt, as if filled with endless anger, rang out: "It seems that there is finally news. Come in."

The voice was low and suppressed, as if squeezed out from between teeth, and every word carried a chill that made one shudder.

Just by hearing this voice, the scout felt his scalp tingling and his neck chilled, as if his head was no longer his own.

If it weren't for the military order, he really wanted to turn around and leave.

Behind me, those two gloating gazes were as real as day.

Without looking back, the scout could imagine the smug expressions on the faces of the two bodyguards. They were definitely waiting to see him get into trouble.

Taking a deep breath, the scout pushed aside the curtain with difficulty and entered the central military tent.

What hit me was a turbid air mixed with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and blood.

The scene inside the big tent looked as if a bloody battle had just taken place.

The originally neat and spacious central military tent now looked no different from a garbage dump.

The ground was in a mess, with broken pieces of porcelain and deformed silver pots everywhere.

Broken porcelain pieces crunched underfoot, and a white jade wine glass with a gold rim rolled to my feet, with bright red wine stains still on the glass.

The pearl necklace was soaked in the broth, and the gold bracelet was covered with sauce. These spoils of war looted from the Great Zhou were now thrown away like garbage.

A flagpole broken into two pieces was stuck diagonally on the carpet, and the wolf-head flag of the Northern Di was torn to pieces and scattered around.

You don't even need to see Murong Dayu's expression, just by looking at the mess, you can clearly understand his mood at the moment.

The scouts' throats tightened; they had never seen their commander so out of control.

"If there is any military intelligence, report it immediately." Murong Dayu's voice was full of impatience.

The sound was very close, and the scout realized that Murong Dayu was sitting on a tiger-skin chair three steps away, his whole body shrouded in shadow.

Gulu!

The scout swallowed subconsciously, lowered his head, carefully raised his eyelids, and glanced at Murong Dayu's face.

The once majestic face was now as black as if it was covered with dozens of layers of soda. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth.

If I tell that information to others, will the Marshal cut me into hundreds of pieces?

The scout's knees weakened and he almost fell to the ground. He bit his tongue tightly, using the pain to force himself to stay awake. The military newspaper in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

After waiting for a long time, there was no reply from the scout.

Murong Dayu, who was already in a bad mood, flew into a rage and said, "I'm asking you a question, didn't you hear me?"

He slammed his palms on the armrests, shaking the tiger-skin chair. His bloodshot eyes stared at the scout, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

The scout's heart almost stopped.

He felt as if his chest was being pressed down by a huge rock, and every heartbeat was accompanied by severe pain. Cold sweat flowed down his back, soaking his underwear.

He didn't dare to think about those unnecessary things anymore. He gritted his teeth and told them all the intelligence they had gathered.

"Reporting... Reporting to the commander..." His voice was shaking, "I have been ordered to investigate the strength of the reinforcements at Xueyuan Pass."

"We sent mountain climbing experts to cross the Xueyuan Pass to verify the situation there in person."

"We can be sure that there is no large army coming to support Xueyuan Pass."

"In the direction where we saw the dust, there were no traces of a large army on the road. Instead..."

The scout subconsciously glanced at Murong Dayu again, and sure enough, his expression became even uglier.

Murong Dayu's face twisted for a moment, but he quickly took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The scout did not dare to hesitate and said quickly: "It looks like someone tied branches to the horses and ran back and forth, raising dust."

After saying this reluctantly, the scout gave up.

He lowered his head and his shoulders slumped, as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out. He closed his eyes and waited for his fate.

The result surprised him. The big tent was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

I originally thought that Murong Dayu would be extremely angry when he heard the news, and it was not impossible that he would be dragged out and chopped to pieces if he implicated him...

However, all the scout could hear now was Murong Dayu's heavy breathing.

The breathing was heavy and slow, like the calm before the storm, which made people shudder.

After waiting for a long time without any result, the scout became even more frightened.

His knees began to feel weak, and if it weren't for the constraints of military discipline, he would have fallen to the ground.

This fear of the unknown is more tormenting than direct punishment.

There is a saying that goes, the most terrifying thing is not death, but the time waiting for death to come.

He mustered up his courage and stole another glance at Murong Dayu.

The result was surprising. Murong Dayu, who had been as crazy as a wounded lion, was surprisingly calm at this moment.

That ferocious face regained its former majesty, but its eyes became extremely cold, as if covered with a thick layer of ice.

Noticing the scout's gaze, Murong Dayu said calmly, "Go down."

These three words sounded so light, but they made the scout feel as if he had been pardoned.

He could hardly believe his ears.

Not daring to delay even a bit, the scout left the central army tent with the utmost caution and at the fastest speed.

During this process, he didn't even touch a piece of porcelain fragment.

It was not until I left the central military tent that I felt as if I had lived my life again.

At this moment, the scout suddenly realized that after Murong Dayu asked him to leave, things seemed even more terrifying than before.

The murderous intent hidden beneath the calm surface was more frightening than the previous rage.

The scout's instinct told him that the commander was the most dangerous at the moment.

Murong Dayu leaned back in his chair tiredly, his eyes full of dejection.

He slowly closed his eyes, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His back, which used to be straight, was slightly hunched, as if it was bearing an invisible pressure.

"What a Chu Shizhao..." He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

He lost this battle completely.

The reinforcements were fake, and Murong Dayu immediately realized this after the withdrawal of his troops.

How is it possible that a general who can command 100,000 cavalrymen doesn't even know how long it will take for the enemy's reinforcements to arrive?

But even he himself found it very strange. Why didn't he think of this at that time? He closed his eyes and recalled the scene at that time. The smoke and dust covering the sky, the sudden burst of morale of the defenders, and the figure of Chu Shizhao standing on the top of the city...

Everything seemed so real.

After all, I am old. I was actually intimidated by Chu Shizhao's reputation and lost my composure for a moment.

After being stunned for half an hour, Murong Dayu finally calmed down and cheered up again.

There is no general in this world who is victorious in every battle. As a commander, you can be angry about failure, but you cannot become depressed because of failure.

He stood up suddenly and smashed the wine jug to the ground. Broken pieces of pottery flew everywhere, and the wine seeped into the soil, as if announcing the end of the decadent moment.

"Someone, come here! Clean up this place, and notify all the captains to come see me."

Soon, all the captains of the army arrived.

Eight burly generals filed in, their armor colliding with each other, making crisp sounds. Their faces were still tired from last night's fierce battle, but they all stood up straight, waiting for the commander's order.

"The entire army will take a day off today. Your only mission now is to comfort the soldiers as much as possible and restore their morale."

Murong Dayu's voice regained its former majesty, but there was still a hint of fatigue in the depths of his eyes. He looked around at the generals, his gaze lingering on each of their faces for a moment.

One of the soldiers said nonchalantly, "General, there's no need to bother with that. We still have a lot of "magic pills" in our army. Just use this one."

The ferocious-faced general patted the leather bag at his waist, and there came a sound of pills colliding inside.

When he mentioned the elixir, his face glowed with fanaticism.

Murong Dayu immediately rejected the proposal: "No. After taking the "magic pill", the soldiers will be too excited. Not only will it not boost morale, but it may also cause uncontrollable riots."

His voice was firm and unquestionable.

The "magic pill" mentioned by the captain is the elixir used by the Dark Night Cult to cultivate the Northern Di cavalry.

After soldiers take this pill, their strength and speed will be greatly increased.

It was common for him to overturn a warhorse with bare hands and fight tirelessly for three days and three nights.

That kind of violent power is simply not that of an ordinary person.

However, correspondingly, there will also be shortcomings such as hyperactivity and difficulty in controlling oneself.

The most important thing is that this thing needs to be taken almost every month.

Otherwise, your strength will decline rapidly, and you will feel listless and not want to do anything.

If you don't take it, it will take at most half a year.

These powerful warriors, who are as tall as giants and can move normally wearing dozens of kilograms of armor, will become a skeleton covered with skin and bones.

During this process, they seem to be crazy and will use all means to beg and threaten others to give them the elixir.

This is also one of the reasons why Murong Dayu has no good feelings towards the Dark Night Cult.

Although the Northern Di cavalry is now extremely powerful, he always has an inexplicable worry in his heart.

Whenever Murong Dayu saw the crazy look in the soldiers' eyes after taking the medicine, he would shudder.

These are not invincible cavalry at all; they are clearly a group of puppets controlled by monsters.

If one day, the Dark Night Cult and the Northern Di completely fall out.

Without this "magic pill", the Northern Di cavalry would probably be no better than a group of farmers.

Murong Dayu's worries were not unfounded. When supplies were delayed last winter, hundreds of soldiers went crazy due to lack of medicine and had to be executed.

I don't know why, but His Majesty has great trust in the people of the Dark Night Cult.

Even though he witnessed the harm of the elixir with his own eyes, the King of Beidi still obeyed the Dark Night Cult's orders.

"Although it cannot be used by the entire army..." Murong Dayu changed the subject: "However, starting from tomorrow, it can be provided to the army responsible for attacking the city."

"Marshal, we have to use the elixir anyway, so why bother about morale? Why don't we just start attacking the city now?" A captain of ten thousand men from the Northern Di suddenly said aggressively.

The general with a face full of flesh said pointedly: "I saw clearly during the siege that those southern barbarians were already at the end of their strength."

He waved his strong arms and spit flew everywhere.

"As long as we continue to attack fiercely, they will collapse in no time. In fact, even if the attack just now was not successful, it doesn't matter if the enemy reinforcements arrive. There is no need to retreat, and there is no need to wait until tomorrow to attack."

After saying this, the captain looked at the others and said, "Do you think this is true?"

His gaze was threatening, and some people didn't respond to him at all.

Some people looked around and said guiltily, "General Tuoba also has a point."

Murong Dayu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Tuoba Lie! Are you questioning my military orders?"

Tuoba Lie laughed: "I dare not. But I feel that my Northern Di army used to be invincible, but this time it has repeatedly hit a wall. There must be a reason, right?"

Now everyone understood that Tuoba Lie was clearly trying to seize power.

The atmosphere in the tent froze instantly, and the generals exchanged meaningful glances.

Several captains who were on good terms with Tuoba Lie unconsciously moved closer to him, while the generals loyal to Murong Dayu stared at the opposite side vigilantly.

An elderly captain coughed lightly and broke the silence: "General Tuoba, the military situation is urgent, now is not the time to talk about this..."

"If you don't tell me now, when will you tell me?" Tuoba Lie interrupted with a sneer: "I am only seeking justice for the soldiers!"

"One hundred thousand versus three thousand!" Tuoba Lie roared indignantly.

His voice was filled with pain: "Even if it means using human lives to pile up, Xueyuan Pass should be leveled! But what is the result?"

He deliberately left it unfinished, leaving room for everyone's imagination. A low murmur of discussion was heard in the tent, and some people began to nod in agreement.

Although they are all generals, they are not the main commanders after all, and their judgment of the battlefield situation is different from that of Murong Dayu.

"That makes sense." A ferocious-looking captain said thoughtfully, "I saw with my own eyes that the southern barbarians couldn't even stand steadily. If they just tried harder..."

There was a gleam of success in Tuoba Lie's eyes.

He had already contacted the envoys of the Dark Night Cult and asked them to report the situation here to the royal city.

These guys' special way of communicating is faster than a carrier pigeon.

The envoy of the Dark Night Cult was also dissatisfied with Murong Dayu.

The two sides hit it off immediately.

He could even imagine what the people in the rear would think when they received the news.

One hundred thousand against three thousand, and after two days of fighting they still can’t take down a city?
Or, it is you, Murong Dayu, who is incompetent.

Or, it is to keep the enemy at bay.

Anyway, no matter what the result is, it will definitely not be good news for Murong Dayu.

(End of this chapter)