Please call me Your Majesty!

Chapter 283: Change of Commander
Seeing Murong Dayu was really angry.

His face was as dark as iron, his eyes were gleaming with coldness, and his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted on the knife. The murderous aura of a veteran warrior instantly filled the entire military tent, sending chills down everyone's spine.

No matter whether those who supported Tuoba Lie or those who supported Murong Dayu dared to say anything more.

Tuoba Lie's Adam's apple rolled, and finally he just snorted coldly and turned away first. Seeing this, the others also lowered their heads and filed out, not even daring to breathe.

He honestly left the central military tent.

The moment the curtain fell, Murong Dayu's tense body relaxed a little. He sighed and slowly sat back in his chair.

Murong Dayu sat in the middle chair with his eyes closed, his whole body shaking violently.

His hands tightly grasped the handrails, veins popping out. Sweat beads on his forehead slid down his cheeks, dripping onto his armor with a slight sound.

Obviously, trying to calm down his anger.

"Someone come here!" he suddenly spoke, his voice terribly hoarse.

A personal soldier walked in tremblingly: "What do you want, Marshal?"

"Prepare some writing materials for me." Murong Dayu rubbed his temple.

That's what war is like.

When you are consistently winning battles, it doesn’t matter what shortcomings you have.

Victory can cover everything.

But when you start failing, or even suffering losses.

Even if the choice was correct at the time, it would still become a subject of criticism by some people with ulterior motives.

This was not the first time Murong Dayu had encountered such a situation.

only……

He had never experienced such a setback before, and was fooled around by a young prince.

"Chu Shizhao..." Murong Dayu recalled everything that happened before, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This person is not simple, he will definitely become a thorn in the side of my Beidi in the future."

Not to mention other people, even Murong Dayu himself felt that he might have been bewitched by some kind of witchcraft and made such a stupid decision.

He took a big gulp of the liquor, and the spicy taste sobered him up a little.

But since everything has happened, there is no need to regret it now.

After calming down, Murong Dayu began to write the memorial.

His movements were very slow, and it seemed as if he had used up all his strength in each stroke. The ink spread on the paper, just like his complicated mood at the moment.

His handwriting was not beautiful. If it were in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it would be at most at the level of a six or seven-year-old child.

If the king didn't know his own handwriting, he really wanted to find someone else to write for him.

The Northern Di people did not have this habit before. They were a people on horseback, and it was too troublesome for them to write memorials to the king if they wanted to do anything.

The reason for this change started when the Dark Night Cult appeared in Beidi.

"Those guys who are playing tricks on me..." Murong Dayu cursed in a low voice, and the tip of his pen slammed heavily on the paper, leaving an ugly ink spot.

At that time, Murong Dayu was just a disciple of the family, working as a captain of a thousand men in the army to gain experience.

I can only learn the writing of the Great Zhou.

Although I have studied for so many years and have no problem writing memorials, my handwriting has always been not very good.

Moreover, the content of the writing is all straightforward vernacular.

If the officials of the Great Zhou saw this, they might be so angry that they wouldn't be able to eat for three to five days.

After spending a full hour and revising it seven or eight times, Murong Dayu thought he had finally made it clear what had happened.

He put down his brush and rubbed his sore wrist. On the table were several crumpled drafts, each of which bore traces of his repeated deliberations.

If the king saw this memorial, even if he was still dissatisfied with him, he might even punish and reprimand him.

But it would not deprive him of his position as commander-in-chief of the three armies.
"Someone, please bring the envoy of the Dark Night Cult over here."

The guards took the order and left, the footsteps gradually fading away. Murong Dayu stared at the candlelight in a trance, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Although he had no good feelings towards the Dark Night Cult, his memorial still needed the Dark Night Cult's communication system to be delivered to the king.

"It's true that we can't live without these guys anywhere..." He cursed in a low voice, but he could do nothing about it.

After a cup of tea, the messenger of the Dark Night Cult opened the tent and walked in.

The messenger was dressed in a black robe, and his steps were eerily light, as if his feet were not touching the ground.

Murong Dayu was about to speak when his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because there was more than one person coming.

Behind the Dark Night Cult's messenger, all ten captains of the army followed.

Their expressions varied.

Tuoba Lie's party sneered, the neutral faction had complicated expressions, and the loyal generals had livid faces.

Moreover, the expressions of the four most loyal commanders to him were uglier than each other.

An old veteran's lips trembled, and he seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Tuoba Lie's eyes.

The veteran closed his eyes in pain, stepped back dejectedly, but ultimately said nothing.

Murong Dayu's heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Although he was panicking, as a general for many years, he naturally knew that he should not panic at times like this.

He pretended to be calm and said, "I only called the envoy to discuss matters. Why are the others here if they are not dealing with military affairs?"

His voice was steady and powerful, as if he was just dealing with a trivial matter.

Tuoba Lie could no longer suppress the smugness on his face, and laughed wildly, "Murong Dayu, your arrogant days are over."

Although this guy looks arrogant and presumptuous, people just want to chop him up and get rid of him.

But this guy's identity is there after all. Everything he said is very likely true.

Murong Dayu slowly stood up, his armor making a slight clanging sound. He glanced at the faces of each general, feeling bitter in his heart.

Of course, Murong Dayu would not believe the other party's words so easily.

His eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, fell on the messenger of the Dark Night Cult, wanting to see what he would say.

"Mr. Envoy, has the king really issued an imperial decree?" Murong Dayu's voice was low and dangerous.
The messenger of the Dark Night Cult sneered, reached into his arms with his left hand, took out a golden scroll, and held it high above his head.

The scroll glowed with dazzling golden light under the candlelight, and the red ribbon wrapped around it swayed gently in the wind. He deliberately showed the jade seal at the bottom of the scroll to everyone.

"The king's decree has arrived. Why doesn't Murong Dayu hurry up and accept it?"

The messenger's voice was cold and harsh, like the friction of metal, and was filled with condescending arrogance.

Murong Dayu stared at the imperial edict for a long time and was almost certain that it was indeed the king's edict.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing became rapid. The familiar seal mark and the special texture of the paper could not be fake.

This thing also only appeared after the Dark Night Cult members came to Beidi.

However, after the king's improvement, there is a special mark on the seal. Only the king himself and certain people know how to refute this mark.

Even the people of the Dark Night Cult didn't know. This made Murong Dayu completely give up.

With an expressionless face, he strode to the Dark Night Cult envoy and knelt on one knee: "Murong Dayu greets the king."

The collision of armor made a dull sound, and this once powerful general now lowered his proud head.

Seeing the imperial edict was like seeing the king in person. Not only Murong Dayu, but everyone else, even Tuoba Lie, knelt down.

There was a sound of armor colliding in the tent. Although Tuoba Lie was kneeling, he still held his head high, with a proud light in his eyes.

Everyone present had a different expression.

The captains who were loyal to Murong Dayu had dark faces and even looked indignant.

"Why does the king want to..." The captain with a scar on his face complained unwillingly in a low voice.

"Shut up! How can you question the king's order?" Murong Dayu shouted harshly.

He looks angry, but he is actually saving the other person.

The current situation is very complicated and if he is allowed to voice out his complaints, the consequences will be disastrous.

There was no special change on the faces of the neutral people, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Their eyes were downcast, as if they were indifferent to what was happening before them.

As for those guys who followed Tuoba Lie, they were naturally in high spirits.

"It should have been done long ago." A captain muttered in a low voice, his mouth corners almost reaching his ears with excitement.

After everyone knelt down, the Dark Night Cult messenger opened the scroll and read the imperial decree: "The Eternal Heaven is above, the Holy King is below..."

His voice was deliberately drawn out, with a strange rhythm.

After a mess of formal speeches, the imperial edict finally got to the point: "The criminal general Murong Dayu has no way of managing the army, which has led to our army's successive defeats and greatly damaged the military prestige. He should be beheaded as a warning to others. I remember that Murong Dayu has fought for the Northern Di for many years and has made great contributions to the country. From now on, Murong Dayu will be stripped of all his positions and will return to the royal city immediately..."

Murong Dayu's body trembled slightly, but soon he regained his composure. He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "I... accept your order."

After that, there was some useless nonsense, but Murong Dayu was no longer in the mood to listen.

He looked through the cracks in the tent and looked towards Xueyuan Pass in the distance. There, Chu Shizhao's figure seemed to be right in front of him, sneering at him.

After reading the last sentence, the Dark Night Cult messenger closed the imperial edict and said jokingly, "General Murong, will you accept the edict?"

There was obvious sarcasm in his voice.

Murong Dayu seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, and his whole body became visibly hunched over.

His back was no longer straight, and his eyes, which were once as sharp as an eagle, were now bloodshot and dull.

He took the imperial edict silently and took off his helmet with trembling hands.

The iron helmet seemed particularly heavy in his hands, with blood stains from last night's battle still on it.

He returned to the table and took out the tiger talisman that symbolized the commander-in-chief's military power.

The bronze tiger talisman glowed dimly under the candlelight, and the ruby ​​inlaid in the tiger's eye seemed to be dripping blood.

Handed it over to Tuoba Lie.

The order to hand over the military power to him was naturally also included in the imperial edict.

Tuoba Lie couldn't wait to reach out to take it, with greed flashing in his eyes.

His fingertips trembled slightly with excitement, and he could hardly control the smile on his face.

Murong Dayu did not find this strange. He had just finished writing the memorial and had not yet asked the Dark Night Cult to deliver it to Wang Cheng.

The imperial edict relieving him of his military post has arrived.

If someone says that this matter has nothing to do with Tuoba Lie, Murong Dayu will be the first one to not believe it.

Pushing the box containing the tiger talisman forward, Murong Dayu stared at Tuoba Lie with burning eyes: "I know, all this is your fault."

His voice was low and dangerous, like the final roar of a wounded beast.

Facing Murong Dayu's ferocious gaze, Tuoba Lie suddenly felt a little guilty.

His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously and he subconsciously took a half step back.

He was afraid that Murong Dayu would suddenly go crazy and chop him to death.

The captains who defected to Tuoba Lie quietly put their hands close to the hilts of their swords, watching Murong Dayu's every move vigilantly.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense.

Seeing that his goal was about to be achieved, the position of commander-in-chief in the expedition against the Southern Barbarians was about to fall on him.

Tuoba Lie also didn't want to fail at this critical moment.

He smiled hypocritically and said, "Old General, what are you talking about? This is the king's will, and it has nothing to do with me. Who am I, Tuoba Lie? It's impossible for me to influence the king's thoughts, right?"

His smile was stiff, and there was obvious flattery in his voice.

"Hmph!" Murong Dayu snorted disdainfully, too lazy to waste words with this guy who dared to act without taking responsibility.

"If you say no, then no."

"Before I leave, I have a few things I want to tell you. I hope you can keep them in mind."

"This is for the great cause of Beidi, not a personal grudge between you and me."

Murong Dayu's voice suddenly became serious and he stared at Tuoba Lie with sharp eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into the famous Beidi general who terrified his enemies.

"The enemy's fourth prince is a man with unfathomable thoughts. When fighting him, we must never underestimate him. Otherwise, even if we have 100,000 cavalry, we may still be defeated."

"It doesn't matter whether we live or die, but if this affects the king's plan, we will be the eternal sinners of Beidi. I hope you can remember this."

Tuoba Lie curled his lips and thought to himself, you old fool, do you really think you are some famous general of all time?

There was a flash of disdain in his eyes, but he quickly returned to a respectful expression.

In his opinion, the prince of the southern barbarians was nothing but a sinister villain who could only lie.

She would not be as stupid as Murong Dayu to be easily deceived by the other party.

But on the surface, Tuoba Lie nodded repeatedly and said, "What the old general said makes sense. I will definitely remember it."

His tone was perfunctory, but his eyes were fixed on the tiger talisman in Murong Dayu's hand. His greedy look was like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

The general's tiger talisman was right in front of him. At this moment, Tuoba Lie could not care about anything else and just wanted to get the military power safely.

Seeing this guy agree so readily, Murong Dayu knew that his words must have been in vain.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. This famous general who once frightened the enemy seemed so lonely at this moment.

But there is no way, he is no longer the commander-in-chief of the three armies, but just an ordinary person.

What can he do whether Tuoba Lie listens or not?
He had no choice but to hand over the tiger talisman, then packed up his things and left the barracks.

When Murong Dayu opened the curtain, Tuoba Lie's triumphant laughter came from behind him: "Come here! Tell the whole army to prepare for the attack."

Murong Dayu paused, but he didn't look back. The sunlight stretched his shadow very long, casting it lonely into the distance.

(End of this chapter)