Chapter 222: The God of Killing Enters the City

Tuke Tuke Siluo and Meng Meng Fujun, leading their troops, galloped frantically for dozens of li until they finally reached a hill outside Wucheng. The mountain wind made their robes rustle loudly, and sweat dripped down their cheeks. The midday sun was scorching, as if it were about to roast them dry.

Tuke Tuke Siluo jumped off his horse, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and cast a cold, sharp glance at Meng Meng Fujun before him. He said in a deep voice, "Did you remember everything my eldest brother entrusted to you?"

Meng Meng Fujun's heart jumped, sensing the killing intent in Tuke Tuke Siluo's eyes. He quickly dismounted, bowing and scraping as he said, "General Tuke, rest assured. Your subordinate has it engraved in his heart and will definitely carry out my lord's orders."

He knew very well that Tuke Tuke Siluo had brought over five thousand elite soldiers this time, partly to execute the plan and partly to monitor them, these surrendered troops. Especially just now on the road, Tuke Tuke Siluo had personally killed the traitor Su Su Zimo, which served as a warning to him—that handsome man was ruthless and left no room for mercy.

Meng Meng Fujun secretly rejoiced that he had not done anything outrageous and remained loyal to his eldest brother without a second thought. Otherwise, today would have been the day this black-faced giant chopped him into minced meat.

Seeing that Meng Meng Fujun was acting reasonably, Tuke Tuke Siluo wiped the frost from his face and resumed his usual warm, jade-like smile. He said, "Since we are both men of the eldest brother, let us set off immediately."

Meng Meng Fujun breathed a sigh of relief, his reverence for Tuke Tuke Siluo deepening even more. He thought to himself that along this journey, he must follow this eldest brother closely and obediently, not making him unhappy. Keeping his own life safe was the only serious matter.

Tuke Tuke Siluo and Meng Meng Fujun, leading five thousand troops, galloped all the way and arrived beneath Wucheng in no time. They wore the clothes of the civilian militia and carried Li Bo's banner, looking as if they were surrendering.

The guards on the city tower saw the troops below and immediately became alert. He shouted loudly, "Which road are you from? Take one more step forward, and I will make you taste my lord's rain of arrows!"

Meng Meng Fujun knew this was his moment to perform. He quickly jumped off his horse, looked up at the guards on the tower, and said, "Eldest brother, do not be nervous. I am the Commander of a Thousand, Meng Meng Fujun. The Strategist's plan succeeded, and we have returned specifically to report good news to the lord. Hurry and open the gate for us."

The guards on the tower were not fools. He carefully looked down at the city. He saw that everyone was wearing the civilian militia's uniform; although there were some unfamiliar faces, since people surrendered every day recently, he could not possibly know them all. He relaxed slightly and asked again, "Then why did you not bring the Strategist back? And when you left, were there not twenty thousand of you? How come only you remain?"

Meng Meng Fujun had already thought of the answer. He said, "That dog Jiang Jiang Mingyu has been utterly defeated by us. The Strategist is currently leading men to hunt him down. We also captured countless supplies of grain and provisions from them, and someone has to guard them."

Speaking, he added impatiently, "Eldest brother, do not dawdle with me. If you delay the great matter of the lord and the Strategist, do not blame me for not warning you when the lord punishes you later. Why do you not hurry and open the gate for us?"

Li Bo had only fifty thousand men under his command, so a Commander of a Thousand was already considered a high official. Seeing Meng Meng Fujun's fierce expression, the guard on the tower quickly said, "Brother, do not be angry. I am just doing my duty. I will go notify the lord immediately and tell him that the Strategist sent men back to report good news."

Then, he shouted to the soldier beside him controlling the iron gate, "What are you staring at? Why do you not hurry and open the gate for me?"

Watching the iron gate slowly open to reveal a crack, Tuke Tuke Siluo, hidden in the crowd, smiled secretly. He thought, "Wucheng, today is the day you are finished."

Meng Meng Fujun led his troops into Wucheng, and before they had taken a few steps, they saw the lord of the city, Li Bo, coming to meet them. This lord was one meter ninety tall, with a chest circumference of one meter eighty, and radiated a heroic aura from head to toe. Having fought many battles with Meng Meng Fujun, he spoke directly upon seeing him.

"I have heard everything. Did you really destroy Jiang Jiang Mingyu?"

Excitement and admiration flashed in his eyes as he spoke. Jiang Jiang Mingyu commanded an army of six hundred thousand, yet Su Su Zimo took only twenty thousand to attack him; this was not something just anyone could achieve.

Meng Meng Fujun lowered his head and nodded.

"The lord is correct. We have already seized Jiang Jiang Mingyu's grain and fodder."

"The Strategist is leading the remaining brothers to hunt down Jiang Jiang Mingyu and has no time to attend to other matters. Lord, please hurry and lead your troops to transport the grain."

Hearing him speak so confidently, Li Bo burst into loud laughter.

"Excellent, excellent! When I return after transporting the grain, all of you young men will be rewarded!"

Just as he was about to turn and lead his men out of the city to transport the grain, he suddenly heard a voice sound beside his ear.

"Lord, please wait a moment."

Li Bo, in a good mood, turned to look at the speaker. He saw a black-faced giant walk out from the crowd. He did not know this person, but felt he looked somewhat familiar.

"What business does this brother have?"

Li Bo had just finished speaking when he felt a chill on his neck. He looked down and saw that the giant was holding a long sword pointed directly at his throat.

The black-faced giant curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Listen well. You had better not move."

Li Bo was instantly stunned.

"Bro... brother, what are you doing?"

Brother?

The young man glanced at him coldly and said disdainfully.

"Li Bo, you are mistaken. I am not your brother."

He glanced at the five thousand men beside him and said in a deep voice.

"Meng Meng Fujun, if you do not act now, when will you act?"

Hearing these words, Meng Meng Fujun's heart jumped. He looked up at Li Bo's face and saw shock and disbelief written all over it. Panic surged in his heart, and he instinctively drew his weapon.

"Lord, I... I am sorry."

Li Bo finally understood. His fingers began to tremble as he said angrily.

"You have surrendered to Jiang Jiang Mingyu?"

Meng Meng Fujun lowered his head and could not utter a single word. He could only nod helplessly.

Li Bo's face instantly turned deathly pale.

"You... so, does this mean Su Su Zimo has also surrendered?"

He had asked himself if he had treated Meng Meng Fujun well, but Meng Meng Fujun's betrayal felt like a knife stabbing deeply into his heart. He felt his heart was about to break.

Just then, over ten thousand soldiers in the city surged forward in great numbers toward Tuke Tuke Siluo and the others. The leading Commander of a Thousand drew his sword from its sheath with a swish.

"Let go of my lord, and I might let you walk away. Otherwise, all of you will be buried here today."

Tuke Tuke Siluo laughed heartily.

"Kill me? You must have the ability to do so first."

As Tuke Tuke Siluo's casual words fell, the Commander of a Thousand's face instantly turned deathly pale. Before he could kneel and beg for mercy, he fell backward. As the body hit the ground, Tuke Tuke Siluo flashed in place and, at some unknown moment, was back before Li Bo, his expression unchanged, as if the person who had just killed without effort was not him.

The others saw Tuke Tuke Siluo's terrifying strength. That Commander of a Thousand was one of their best, yet he was easily killed by Tuke Tuke Siluo in a single move. Tuke Tuke Siluo himself remained unharmed, his demeanor calm. His movement was as fast as lightning, and his sword technique was incredibly sharp. His momentum was even more peerless and fierce, making people dare not look him in the eye. A single threatening shout made Meng Meng Fujun and others bow their heads in submission. A single sword strike made the people in the city tremble with fear. How could they possibly be a match for such a master? Even with the full strength of the entire city, they might not be able to resist.

Seeing that the others in the city were still reluctant to surrender, a hint of impatience flashed in Tuke Tuke Siluo's eyes. He looked coldly at Li Bo, the tip of his sword lightly tracing his neck. A drop of blood slid down the blade and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. Li Bo's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt the breath of death hovering beside him.

"What more do you want?" Tuke Tuke Siluo said coldly. "Your lord is already in my hands. Do you still want to save this city? Let me tell you, today you have only two choices: either surrender, or wait and watch your lord die by my sword. You choose for yourselves."

Hearing Tuke Tuke Siluo's words, a sudden uproar erupted. Some shouted loudly, "Lord! Lord! You must hold on! We will definitely save you!" Others wept mournfully, "Lord! Lord! You cannot die! You are our pillar!" Some roared in anger, "Tuke Tuke Siluo! You shameless scoundrel! If you dare harm our lord, we will fight you to the death!" Others trembled in terror, "Tuke Tuke Siluo! You devil! Do not push us too far, or we will perish together with you!"

Meng Meng Fujun secretly rejoiced in his heart. He knew these people were Li Bo's confidants and were loyal to him without a second thought.

Seeing Li Bo in crisis, they would inevitably waver.

As long as they occupied Wucheng, he could then report his achievements to Jiang Jiang Mingyu and receive his reward. He secretly calculated that once the matter was accomplished, he must make good use of Tuke Tuke Siluo's power to secure greater benefits for himself.

Hearing the soldiers' voices, Li Bo felt a surge of emotion in his heart. He knew these people were doing this for him and were willing to give everything for him. He also knew Tuke Tuke Siluo's goal was to force them to surrender. He was unwilling to see these people bullied and slaughtered by Tuke Tuke Siluo, nor did he want to see Wucheng fall into enemy hands. He decided to use his own life to exchange for the safety and freedom of the people in the city.

He raised his head and looked into Tuke Tuke Siluo's eyes. Those eyes were cold and sharp, like two swords piercing his soul. He felt no fear, nor regret. He had only determination and resolve. He smiled slightly at Tuke Tuke Siluo and said, "Do you want my life? Then come and take it."

After speaking, he suddenly lunged forward, pressing his throat against Tu Tu Kesiluo's sword tip.