Usurping the Mongols: My Father-in-Law is Genghis Khan

The year is 1203 AD.

This is a turbulent era.

The entire Eurasian continent is engulfed in war and strife.

In distant Europe, the Fourth Crusade is in full swing.

Their targets are the Caliph of Baghdad, and the pleasure-seeking Sultans of Syria, Egypt, and Asia Minor.

The Emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire is envisioning a bright future after the Crusaders' victory.

As long as he overcomes this current obstacle, he will soar to great heights, not only having enough capital to get to the table, but also being able to—overturn the entire game!

…

The Mobei Grasslands, on the banks of the Ban Zhu Muddy River.

The river has almost dried up, with only a few pools of muddy water remaining, and no animals would consider this a water source.

The banks are full of alkaline soil, as hard as iron and as barren as stone, with no plants able to grow.

Dry, cold, and desolate.

A silence fills the space between heaven and earth.

Suddenly!

Da da da~~

A burst of rapid hoofbeats breaks the age-old silence of the Ban Zhu Muddy River.

A defeated army of nineteen men is speeding from afar.

Yes, defeated soldiers!

Their skilled horsemanship, gleaming sabers, and deerskin quivers proclaim their identity as grassland warriors.

Armor stained with blood, dust-covered faces, chapped lips, and wary expressions testify to their defeat.

“Whoa~ whoa~ whoa~~”

Seeing the dry river ahead, the leader finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He reined in his horse and said, "We've finally reached the Ban Zhu Muddy River! Companions, dismount and rest for a while!"

“Yes, Khan.” The men dismounted in unison.

“Khan, have some mare's milk wine!”

A knight bowed and held out a shriveled leather bag with both hands, approaching the leader.

The leader waved his hand and said, “No need! You all don't have mare's milk wine, why should I be special?”

He was about forty to fifty years old, more than half a head taller than the knights next to him.

Surrounded by the knights, he was like a crane standing among chickens.

His gray-blue eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, full of decisiveness and perseverance.

His every move exuded a peculiar and captivating charm.

Even in the face of such a predicament, the knights were loyal to him, naturally wanting to give him the only bit of mare's milk wine to quench his thirst.

And like all the great heroes in history, he unhesitatingly chose to refuse.

In fact, he is indeed one of the most remarkable heroes in history—Temujin.

Temujin, who unified the tribes of the grasslands and founded the Great Mongol Empire, as recorded in history!

Temujin, who conquered most of the world and made all of Europe tremble!

Genghis Khan, Temujin!

Of course, the current Temujin has not yet obtained the title of Genghis Khan, and is far from establishing the earth-shattering achievements recorded in history.

Five days ago, Temujin was still the Khan of the entire Mongol tribe, with 30,000 households under his command, a full 36,000 elite soldiers.

Temujin's strength was second only to the aging Kereit Khan Wang Han and the Naiman's Taiyang Khan in the west, who controlled nearly 100,000 archers, making him the third largest force in the grasslands.

However, it was also on that day that Temujin's forces suffered a sneak attack by Wang Han's forces.

A great defeat brought the vast grassland power that Temujin had painstakingly built up over twenty-five years since he raised his army at the age of eighteen to the brink of collapse.

Now Temujin only has eighteen people with him, and almost everyone is injured!

He is facing the darkest moment of his life!

“First, sit down and rest for a quarter of an hour.

Then, Jochi, Taichu Baatar, Subutai, and Jebe, guard me here.

Boroqul, Su Alaq, Dashiman, Yelu Ahai, Tuqa, Sherig, go hunting, go find water and food.

Note, limit yourselves to a radius of twenty li, and do not overstep.

Haban, Muqali, Khulukhun, Asulu, Zhenhai, Shaogu'er, Zha Ba'er Huo Zhe, and Jochi Qasar, the eight of you, go in eight directions and search fifty li ahead, gathering the scattered soldiers.

Regardless of whether you gain anything or not, you must return after searching fifty li!”

“As you command, Great Khan.”

After resting for a while, everyone acted according to Temujin's orders.

Then, Temujin gave a look, and a large banner composed of nine black horse manes was erected high.

This banner represents that the Mongol Khan is here, and Temujin is waiting for the defeated soldiers to return.

This move is of course extremely dangerous.

The defeated soldiers can see the black banner of the Mongol Khan, and the enemy may be able to see it.

However, in order to gather the remnants as much as possible and rise again, Temujin must take this risk.

Therefore, he must also leave a certain number of guards by his side.

“Khan, drink water.”

Jebe came to Temujin with a bowl of muddy and bitter river water.

There was no other way.

If he didn't want to bleed his precious warhorses or drink the little bit of mare's milk wine left, he could only give Temujin this muddy and bitter Ban Zhu Muddy River water to drink.

“Mmm.”

Temujin nodded slightly, took a sip of the muddy water, frowned slightly, and asked thoughtfully, “Jebe, how many soldiers do you think we can gather in the end?”

“Uh… four or five thousand, there should be that many, right?” Jebe comforted, “Khan, don't worry too much.

The sheepfold built early will not suffer from the cold, and the early-rising herders will not go hungry.

The old camp has already made preparations.

The Empress Dowager and the Great Consort must have been able to escape after receiving the news of our defeat.”

The Great Consort is Temujin's wife, Börte.

The Empress Dowager is Temujin's mother, Hoelun.

It must be said that Temujin's defeat this time was too miserable.

He only had his eldest son, Jochi, the generals Jebe and Muqali, and fifteen guards left by his side.

His mother Hoelun, wife Börte, three sons Chagatai, Ögedai, and Tolui, and beloved daughter Khulan, brother Qasar, generals Bo'orchu, Borokhula, Chilaun… all are missing.

It's really hard to say how many defeated soldiers can be gathered in the end.

Jebe's estimate of four or five thousand people is already an overestimate.

Jebe guessed that Temujin's biggest concern now should be the safety of his wife or mother, which is why he said such comforting words.

Temujin shook his head slightly and said, “The old camp has already made preparations for retreat, what I'm worried about now is not my mother and Börte.”

Jochi comforted, “Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, and eldest sister, may the Eternal Sky protect them, they… they should be safe as well.”

“Them…”

In Temujin's mind, the figures of several sons and his most beloved daughter Khulan flashed, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his face darkening.

Especially his most beloved daughter Khulan!

Khulan did not wait for the battle report with the other female relatives in the old camp, but took the initiative to follow Temujin to the battlefield.

Anyone with half a brain could know what kind of misfortune she would encounter if she fell into the hands of the enemy.

“Actually…”

Temujin is Temujin after all, and he quickly controlled his emotions and said, “What I'm mainly worried about is not your younger brothers and sisters, but Zhao Shuo.”

“Anda Zhao Shuo…”

Mentioning Zhao Shuo, Jochi's eyes suddenly turned red.

Zhao Shuo is Jochi's Anda!

His only Anda!

A sworn brother who is closer than his biological brothers Chagatai, Ögedai, and Tolui!

And now, in order to save him, to save everyone present including Temujin, Zhao Shuo is probably already in danger!

(Khulan is the historical Princess Huo Zhen Bie Ji, Temujin's eldest daughter, and also the prototype of the character "Khulan" in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

In this book, because the protagonist often calls her Khulan, Temujin, Jochi, and others are also accustomed to calling her by this syllable.

This book has nothing to do with The Legend of the Condor Heroes, it's purely a historical novel!)