Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The weather is sunny and the temperature is gradually rising.

Ever since receiving the message from Wanyan Aguda, the Hesuguan tribe has never stopped arguing. They have gathered to discuss again and again, and their opinions have been different again and again. Some people want to send troops to attack Jin, some want to send troops to help Lu Bu, and some suggest sitting back and watching the winner. In the end, they still parted unhappily.

The angry, muscular young man walked into the courtyard and entered his study room in annoyance. Someone followed him in leisurely. The window beside the table was wide open, and the breeze blew through. Pieces of green swayed gently in the sunlight. Several ants carried aphids and climbed up the tree trunk. At a certain moment, the figure in the study room waved his arm, and a black shadow flew out from the open window frame, drew an arc and crashed into the tree trunk.

boom--

The white porcelain fragments smashed against the tree trunk and scattered. The ants climbing on the trunk were splashed by the scalding hot tea, fell to the ground, rolled a few times and quickly crawled away. A slightly noisy sound came from the window, and the young man's anger could be clearly heard in his words.

"They are a bunch of short-sighted guys, discussing and discussing. All they do is talk useless nonsense with their two mouths all day long. A group of men gathered together are more talkative than women. Pfft - I am ashamed to be associated with them."

In the small study, the young man slammed the table angrily. The banging sound was deafening. The servants passing by outside hurriedly lowered their heads, held their breath, and left quietly.

Another voice came from the room: "Why are you so angry, Brother Hu Shimen? I think what those people in the clan said makes sense. There is no need to rely on one side now."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The young man called Hu Shimen's face changed, and he pounded his fist on the table, "Bang——" My distant ancestors had three brothers, all from Goryeo. The ancestor of the current Great Saint Emperor married into the Jurchens, while my ancestor stayed in Goryeo, and then returned to Liao from Goryeo. From the perspective of ancestors, Your Majesty the Emperor and I are both descendants of the three ancestors."

He raised his hands to the sky and said, "The emperor has been appointed to the throne, and there are already signs of the fall of Liao. The rise of Jin is just around the corner. How can I sit aside and watch my blood relatives fighting bloody battles and remain indifferent?"

Someone on the opposite side shook his head slightly.

"On this point, I don't think you can get everyone to support you by saying this. You know, although your tribe is of Jurchen descent, the other tribes are not all like this. Liaoyang Prefecture is not in decline, and because of the military merit system, many people have joined the army, and the morale of the army is high. How can you convince them to send troops to help the Wanyan tribe fight Liaoyang Prefecture? Because you also have the last name Wanyan?"

Wanyan Hu Shimen, who was wearing a green outfit, opened his mouth and gritted his teeth: "He Shukunshan, what do you say we should do?"

"How would I know..." He Sukunshan spread his hands and then said thoughtfully: "Why don't you take people to chop off those leaders? That way you might be able to control the people under them."

"You are kidding!" Wanyan Hu Shimen's face turned pale. "Even if I kill them, I won't get their support. It's possible that King He Yanli will bring several tribes to attack me together. Then I will be dead."

"Then I have no other choice." He Sukunshan clapped his hands and shrugged: "I am not smart, I can only think of this stupid way, please think about it yourself."

"I asked you because I couldn't think of it..."

The young man opposite stomped his feet in frustration, but he could do nothing but walk around in circles, muttering to himself in the end, but then denied himself in an instant.

He Su Kunshan looked somewhat helpless, and he didn't know how to persuade him. Except for a few people like his friend who were so persistent, most people were still taking a wait-and-see attitude. However, many people were annoyed by his impatient attitude and instead supported joining Liaoyang Prefecture.

Something bad is going to happen sooner or later...

The young man looking at Wanyan Hu Shimen felt vaguely uneasy.

...The early summer wind blew across the foothills of the north, and the horses' hooves stepped on the grassy road. The dust raised was blown away in a tilted manner by the wind, and the sound of horses' hooves vibrated in the air.

"The one ahead is one of the Hesuguan tribes." Wang Zheng raised his whip and pointed at the dark shadow in the distance. The fatigue on his face was visible to the naked eye. "They are the descendants of Suomo Mohe, and they are also a branch of our Bohai people. Let's go to their side first. I am familiar with the people there."

"The military advisor here is more knowledgeable, so just follow his lead." An Renmei immediately replied, then turned around and shouted, "Hurry up, everyone."

The cavalrymen immediately sped up, and soon the black shadows could be seen clearly. An Renmei's eyebrows jumped. It was not the chaotic and mixed place she had imagined. This tribal area was not much different from the villages outside. Looking from a distance, she could see a few children playing at the entrance of the village. They heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance and looked over here curiously.

A few women who were chatting near the village entrance saw this, and hurried out to take the children back, shouting at the top of their lungs, "There are horse thieves outside the village!" They ran into their own house and blocked the doors and windows with a wooden table.

The young and strong men at home heard it and rushed out on horseback, each holding a longbow and pulling it towards this side. An old man with a disability in the back held a pitchfork and walked tremblingly to the street. The woman in the house saw him and quickly pulled him back.

"stop--"

Wang Zheng shouted, and the cavalry stopped. He himself ran forward without stopping, smiled at the leader, reined in his horse, and bowed: "Wang Zheng of Chenzhou greets this brother. I wonder if Brother Sulimu is here?"

Several people looked at each other. The leader put down his bow and arrow, looked at Wang Zheng, and then looked at the cavalry guards behind him wearing the same armor: "Why are you looking for the clan leader?"

"Visiting friends."

Wang Zheng smiled slightly.

"You wait."

The leading young man asked a few people to watch him, and he rode his horse back to the village quickly. Wang Zheng looked at him and did not move. An Renmei at the back thought for a moment and simply gestured, "Dismount." More than 200 cavalrymen dismounted and stood there waiting. The young and strong men at the entrance of the village were obviously relieved, and the eyes they looked at Wang Zheng were less hostile.

Not long after, the young man who had left came back, followed by a middle-aged man with a shabby appearance. When he saw Wang Zheng, he was overjoyed: "Brother Wang, it's been a long time since we last met. Why are you here?"

Wang Zheng laughed, jumped off his horse and walked over: "I missed Brother Sulimu so much that I rushed over overnight."

The middle-aged man looked back at An Renmei and the others, smiled and didn't ask any questions. He just narrowed his eyes at Wang Zheng and said, "It seems that you have entered the government. I was wondering why you didn't hang out in the brothels in the state capital and came to this remote place like mine. It seems that you have something to ask for."

Wang Zheng was not ashamed, he just smiled and bowed: "I can't hide anything from my brother."

"Okay, let's talk inside." Sulimu stretched his hand back and ordered, "Prepare a resting place for those people in the back."

Then he led Wang Zheng towards the village. (End of this chapter)