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

Whoosh!

The bodies of the Kereit soldiers fell to either side!

Boom~

Blood erupted from the chests of the Kereit soldiers, drenching the ground!

"Kill!"

Zhao Shuo pressed on relentlessly, continuing his frenzied advance. Man and horse moved as one, the power of the blade amplified by the strength of the man. The Zhanmadao swept across the front!

Clang clang clang clang!

A ring-pommel saber, an iron spear, a spiked hammer, and a battle-axe were simultaneously struck aside by Zhao Shuo's Zhanmadao!

Indeed!

The Zhanmadao was just as historical records described: with a single strike, "man and horse are shattered"!

Shattered!

Shattered!

Shattered!

Shattered!

Shattered!

Zhao Shuo, wielding the Zhanmadao, unleashed his full power. In a mere instant, he had slain thirteen Kereit warriors in battle!

Moreover, either man and horse were shattered, or they were directly cut in half at the waist!

Generally speaking, the beginning of a clash between two elite cavalry forces is the most tragic moment, but Zhao Shuo had turned it into a one-sided massacre!

Zhao Shuo's entire body was soaked in blood, his fierce aura soaring. He slaughtered powerful enemies as if they were lambs, like butchering chickens and dogs!

In a mere instant, the dense and elite Kereit cavalry was forcibly cut through by him, creating a bloody path straight ahead!

Is… is this still a man?

"Baatar!"

"Zhao Shuo Baatar!"

"Baatar Zhao Shuo!"

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The Mongol warriors looked at Zhao Shuo with awe and a sense of shared glory. They didn't have many flowery words, so they could only frantically shout "Baatar," their bodies surging with boiling blood, closely following Zhao Shuo, bravely killing the enemy!

Crack!

Crack!

In less than a quarter of an hour, a miracle occurred!

Like a snow mountain collapsing or a flood bursting its banks, the elite force of over fourteen hundred Kereit warriors was completely defeated by the two thousand Mongol soldiers led by Zhao Shuo!

"How formidable! I'm afraid that Weida'er isn't even worthy to carry Zhao Shuo, this vicious wolf's, shoes! Let's go!"

Even the hatred of killing his son and grandson couldn't compare!

Wang Han loved himself the most!

Seeing Zhao Shuo's bravery, Wang Han disregarded all hatred and unhesitatingly spurred his horse away, fleeing towards the mouth of the Zhe Zheyun Du valley.

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"Hold! Hold the valley mouth! I, the Khan, am here! Anyone who retreats a single step will be executed!"

Seeing this situation, Temujin personally led seven hundred brave warriors to block the mouth of the Zhe Zheyun Du valley!

Wang Han must die today!

If Wang Han doesn't die, Temujin's heart will be uneasy!

If Wang Han doesn't die, Mongolia will be in grave danger!

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"Very well! Today is the day! Zhao Shuo, you forced me to do this! My good son Temujin, today, either you die or I live!"

Wang Han was merely afraid for his life and unwilling to take risks; he was by no means lacking in wisdom and decisiveness.

Seeing this situation, he no longer charged towards the valley mouth. While fleeing towards the flank, he offered the highest reward: "Protect me, the Khan! Protect me, the Khan! Whoever kills Zhao Shuo will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces and granted ten thousand households of commoners! He shall be my adopted son and inherit the Khanate of the Kereit tribe in the future!"

"Kill Zhao Shuo, reward ten thousand gold pieces, and grant ten thousand households!"

"Protect the Great Khan!"

"The warriors of the Kereit tribe have no cowards!"

"Fight! Zhao Shuo, go to hell!"

"We have more men, the Mongols are few. Victory belongs to the Kereit tribe!"

"Whoever kills Zhao Shuo will be the future Khan!"

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The steppe warriors had long since disregarded life and death, taking bloodshed in stride. The Kereit warriors, fearless of death, did their utmost to protect Wang Han!

It must be said that the Kereit warriors were also part of that future army that would sweep across the world. They were not lacking in elite soldiers or fierce generals, and now that they were fighting with all their might, how could they be ordinary?

Swish swish swish!

The Kereit tribe's hard bows and heavy arrows were fired frantically, enough to pierce the most solid armor!

Swish swish swish!

Ropes were thrown wildly from the flank towards the Mongol vanguard, attempting to drag them off their horses, even to capture them alive!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Even more warriors rushed forward one after another, blocking Zhao Shuo's path head-on! Using their blood and lives to delay the Mongol vanguard's advance!

Fight to the death!

Fight to the death!

Fight to the death!

Fight to the death!

The Kereit tribe was fighting to the death!

The Mongol tribe was also fighting to the death!

The key to victory was already clear: could Zhao Shuo kill Wang Han before the Kereit tribe could gather enough troops?

Either Wang Han dies, or Mongolia perishes!

Both sides had revealed their trump cards. Whose hands would the deer fall into remained to be seen!

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A quarter of an hour passed!

Two quarters of an hour passed!

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An hour passed!

In this hour, the world's most elite troops, and the troops that were second only to them in terms of elite status, engaged in a desperate and fierce battle!

Temujin led a thousand-man unit, totaling seven hundred men, and stubbornly guarded the valley mouth.

Jochi, Muqali, Jebe, and Bo'orchu each led a thousand-man unit, bravely charging and suppressing the Kereit tribe's assembly and gathering.

Zhao Shuo led the Mongol vanguard, repeatedly defeating the Kereit troops blocking their path, and clung tightly to Wang Han, determined to kill him!

The Kereit soldiers, relying on their numerical advantage, continuously attempted to gather enough troops to counterattack the other Mongol thousand-man units, while desperately blocking Zhao Shuo's pursuit of Wang Han.

By now, Zhao Shuo had had three steeds shot dead by the Wang Han army's ranged arrows, and he had to switch to his fourth steed!

By now, Zhao Shuo had shot all of his arrows! His ropes had long been lost!

By now, Zhao Shuo had suffered more than a dozen injuries, his battle robes stained with blood. His entire body was as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood, looking like a demon king who had walked out of hell!

In addition, after wielding the Zhanmadao and charging with all his might for an hour, even though Zhao Shuo was exceptionally gifted, his physical strength was already approaching its limit!

By now, the Mongol cavalry still following Zhao Shuo numbered less than fifteen hundred!

Of course, by now, it had also reached the crucial moment to determine victory or defeat!

"Great Khan! Dismount! Come here! Come here!"

Wang Han's top general, Heda Hei Ba Atuer, knew that he was no match for Zhao Shuo and did not fight him head-on.

He gathered four hundred soldiers, did not mount their horses, but instead held long spears and formed a large formation on the hillside!

The stern and orderly spear points, high above, formed a dense forest of steel, a fortress formed by spear blades!

"Good!"

Wang Han and five personal guards dismounted and stumbled towards the spear formation!

As long as he entered the infantry spear formation on the hillside, he could hold out for more time and might be able to achieve final victory.

Once Wang Han was protected, the gains made earlier would instantly become illusory.

The scales of victory swayed back and forth between the Mongol tribe and the Kereit tribe. No one knew who the Eternal Heaven would ultimately favor.

At this moment, Zhao Shuo was less than twenty paces away from Wang Han!