Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 422 Jurchen barbarians, I curse you all to die a horrible death!
"Yelü Xian?"

In Seoul, Lin Dao looked at the severed head presented to him and frowned slightly. "When did the emperor change?"

"In the afternoon."

Yelü Sha, who was pinned to the ground, cautiously replied, "The late emperor—the former Liao emperor—committed suicide by setting fire to his palace."

"The assembled officials recommended Yelü Xian to succeed to the throne."

He recounted everything that had happened that afternoon, including the things Yelü Xian had said.

"Hahahaha~~~"

The generals all laughed, "This little emperor has quite a grand ambition, but unfortunately he doesn't even have the chance to eat a full meal."

Lin Dao smiled and waved his hand, instructing the imperial guards to send the head out for disposal.

His gaze fell on Yelü Sha.

This was also a fierce general in the early days of the Liao Dynasty, one of the Liao generals who chased Zhao Er and forced him to race his chariot across the Gaoliang River.

In the novel "The Generals of the Yang Family", he is the mortal enemy of the Yang family and is eventually killed by Yang Qilang with a single spear thrust.

But now, he humbly prostrates himself on the ground, begging for his own forgiveness.

"What famous general? It's all a matter of timing and fate."

"Just lucky, we ran into an idiot who shouldn't have been in that position."

"Two hundred years of fighting, the elite troops forged in blood and fire, have actually been handed over to fools."

"If it weren't for that fool, how could the scholars have gained power later on, causing the military strength of the Central Plains to plummet and suffer humiliation time and time again!"

"You died so easily, you got off too easy!"

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, all assuming that Lin Dao was referring to the young emperor Yelü Xian.

Actually, Lin Dao was referring to the God of the Chariots of Gaoliang River.

There was nothing they could do; the Bright Moon Pearl had been stuffed into the driver's mouth, and it truly could glow for a thousand years even at the bottom of the sea.

Lin Dao couldn't very well retrieve the lead coffin from the seabed and then whip the corpse a hundred times.
Too dangerous.

"What do you want?"

Gathering his thoughts, Lin Dao looked at Yelü Sha and said, "I'm a man of my word, I always keep my promises."

"A petty person only desires to survive."

Yelü Sha bowed his head and said eagerly, "If I could receive some reward, that would be even better!"

The generals around him all wore expressions of disdain.

Being greedy for money and afraid of death is a disgrace to martial arts.
Although warriors may be greedy, they are definitely not so afraid of death.

However, Lin Dao narrowed his eyes.

He could tell that Yelü Sha wasn't as stupid as he appeared; he was just trying to make himself look stupid.

After all, an idiot isn't much of a threat.

Lin Dao nodded. "Alright, send the order to all tribes that Yelü Sha is not on the kill list, and there is no reward for killing him."

"In addition, reward him with another ten thousand strings of cash."

The agreement was for 10,000 strings of cash for each Yelü, and that promise will not be broken.

Lin Dao is a man of his word.

When Yelü Sha left in high spirits, all the generals frowned.

Yang Ye stepped forward and shouted, "Your Majesty, are you just going to let him go like this?"

"What?" Lin Dao glanced over. "You want me to break my promise?"

"No no no~"

Yang Ye, at a loss for words, waved his hands repeatedly, "I just felt, I felt~"

Lin Dao then looked at Pan Mei and instructed her, "Give Yelü Sha more silk and copper coins, and help him load them onto the cart."

Pan Mei immediately understood and hurriedly bowed to carry out the order.

At this time, in addition to the army led by Lin Dao, many tribes who had betrayed the Liao Kingdom and defected to the capital were also gathered in Shangjing.

The elaborate loading of exquisite silk and boxes of copper coins onto carts naturally attracted attention.

After some questioning, many people from various tribes learned about the matter, and their expressions changed in various ways.

Yelü Sha was also frightened. He didn't even have time to eat and hurriedly drove the carriage south.

He's going to Youzhou City to become a wealthy man.

Although he lost his power, at least he saved his life.

Unlike the Yelu people who were besieged in the palace, they would all die within two or three days at most.

As evening approached, Yelü Sha, who was less than twenty miles from the camp, could no longer walk.

They stopped the carriage, lit a campfire, took out dry rations, and filled their stomachs with water from the canteen.

The campfire was meant to ward off wolves and keep warm, but because they were worried that someone might chase after them, they eventually gritted their teeth and extinguished the fire.

"As long as we can survive tomorrow and run for another day, no one can catch up with us on this vast grassland."

Yelü Sha comforted himself, gripping the knife and trying to focus his mind.

But he was so exhausted that he fell asleep without realizing it in the middle of the night.

When he was awakened by the urination, all he could see were torches.

A large group of Jurchens, grinning maliciously, surrounded him.

"You guys~"

Yelü Sha struggled, but was held down firmly.

He shouted desperately, "The Han emperor said, you mustn't kill me!"

"You will not have a good end if you defy the emperor's will!"

Two punches landed on his face, and the Jurchen leader grabbed his hair and tilted his head back. "We will naturally obey the Emperor's words."

"We won't kill you, we just want your valuables."

Upon hearing this, Yelü Sha immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they lost their valuables, at least they saved their lives.

He secretly decided that he would run back at dawn and complain to the emperor!
For the sake of face, Han emperors would inevitably stand up for themselves.

These Jurchen barbarians will not have a good end.

However, these Jurchens were not stupid at all. "We won't kill you, but you still have to die."

At the leader's signal, three sheep were soon dragged over, bleating.

They were immediately slaughtered.

After that, they skinned and bled the animals, then threw them directly onto the ground.

Only then did Yelü Sha realize what these Jurchen barbarians were up to, and his face turned ashen.

"No~"

"You can't do this to me!"

"The Han emperor said he would forgive me."

His response was a spiked club smashing against his hands and feet!
Amidst the crisp sound of bones breaking, Yelü Sha lay on the ground, rolling and wailing in agony.

The Jurchen people laughed heartily, smeared a lot of sheep's blood on him, and drove away in their carriages loaded with valuables.

When they left, they carefully destroyed all traces of the campfire.

As the torches gradually disappeared into the distance, all around was desolate and dark.

The tormented Yelü Sha struggled and crawled desperately, trying to get away from this place.

But before long, several wolf howls suddenly appeared, making his hair stand on end.

He writhed desperately on the ground, trying to escape as far as possible.

With both limbs severed, even burning adrenaline wouldn't provide much speed.

The howls of wolves rose and fell, and the distance between them grew ever closer.

The steppe wolf, a fearsome pack of wolves.

They dare not approach places where large numbers of humans gather, because they will die!
But where the smell of blood was, there were no two-legged beasts.

Dozens of wolves gradually gathered around the three sheep that had been killed earlier and began to feast on them.

Before long, the wolf pack, with their exceptional sense of smell, detected the scent of blood emanating from Yelü Sha.

The pack of wolves, their eyes gleaming with an eerie light, gradually surrounded Yelü Sha, who was desperately crawling.

At this moment, Yelü Sha felt only regret.

'If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have run away~'

'At least I can live for two more days~'

'You Jurchen barbarians, I curse you to a terrible death!'

The chilling screams and tearing sounds echoed continuously in the darkness.

The sound gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

After Lin Dao got up, Pan Mei, who was in charge of supervising the various departments, came to report.

He took the towel from Zhou Ehuang and wiped his face, listening to Pan Mei report, "A group of Jurchens went out after dark and returned before dawn, bringing back Yelü Sha's carriage and valuables."

"Oh."

He wiped his face and tossed the towel back to Zhou Ehuang.

Lin Dao set off to have breakfast. "When attacking the city, let the Jurchen tribes go first."

The reason he delayed his attack was to wait for the various tribes from the grasslands and the Changbai Mountains to come and serve as cannon fodder.

We must use the dying Khitans to thoroughly deplete the remaining strength of these tribes.

The most important of all is the various Jurchen tribes!

The thought that the fairy in the Legend of the Condor Heroes actually fell in love with a Jurchen barbarian made Lin Dao furious.

How is this any different from buying birth control pills and having an affair with Blake's boyfriend?
Lin Dao suppressed his anger and waited patiently for a long time before the arrival of the numerous cannon fodder.

To encourage the cannon fodder to die bravely, he offered generous rewards as bait.

“For each member of the Yelü clan killed, a reward of ten thousand strings of cash will be given.”

"For every garrison soldier killed, the reward will be an iron pot, ten catties of salt, one catty of spices, ten bolts of silk, five cans of fruit, and a bottle of strong liquor!"

"Any brave warrior who can kill ten guards will be rewarded with a suit of iron armor!"

The Jurchens were a hunting and fishing civilization that intersected with agricultural civilizations and knew the uses of money.

Iron pots were daily necessities, while salt, spices, and cloth were like canned fruit and spirits—luxuries that were hard to come by.

These things are attractive enough.

As for the iron armor, it made the Jurchens green with envy.

Conflicts continued between their tribes, and between the Jurchens and the Koreans, Balhae people, Khitans, and others.

They were acutely aware of the terrifying pressure posed by the armor.

Arrows cannot pierce it, swords cannot cut it, and gun barrels cannot break it!
In the era of cold weapons, armor was a strategic weapon.

For the Jurchens, whose productivity was low, acquiring a piece of iron armor was enough to make it a family heirloom!

With such generous rewards, the Jurchens were all blinded by greed and charged towards the imperial palace in the capital with howling cries.

Lin Dao, who was watching the battle from horseback, silently watched as the defending army rained down arrows, killing many Jurchens dressed in leather on the spot.

Watching those Jurchen people carrying simple wooden ladders to climb the city walls, only to be slaughtered by all sorts of defensive weapons, I could only scream in terror.

"My things aren't so easy to take."

"Even if it's just a piece of tattered iron armor captured from the Khitans, you'll have to suffer enough losses before we can get it!"

Not only did it result in huge losses, but more importantly, Lin Dao directly oxidized the armor that was intended as a reward.

It might not be noticeable in a short time, but it will become completely useless over time.

The stuff was just a ploy to lure them into their deaths.

Those who remained in the palace at this time were the most die-hard Khitans.

They fought desperately to resist, and some even grabbed Jurchens who had climbed onto the palace walls and threw them off the city walls.

The bricks, stones, and wooden beams of the palace were all dismantled and used for city defense.

The battle was extremely fierce.

Lin Dao raised his hand to pat the somewhat restless warhorse and muttered to himself.

"Kill them all! Kill as many as you can!"

(End of this chapter)