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

Selecting five hundred of the most suitable Tumat people to join the special forces was not as simple as Khorchi choosing thirty beauties based solely on their looks; it required careful consideration.

Later, Khorchi, as the host, held a grand banquet, partly to thank Temujin for his generosity and partly to thank Zhao Shuo and the others for saving his life.

Lake Baikal may lack other things, but it has plenty of fish, including lenok, salmon, grayling, and omul... everything you could want. A fish hotpot was enjoyed by all, host and guests alike.

It wasn't until the second watch of the night that Zhao Shuo returned to his military tent.

"Bring Tarhun in!"

"Yes!"

Before long, two armored soldiers escorted Tarhun, bound with thick iron chains, into the central military tent.

"Speak."

"How exactly do you plan to deal with me?"

"To kill, to flay, or to make me your woman?"

"Whatever!"

Despite being a prisoner, Tarhun, daughter of the forest, still held her head high, speaking with coldness and hostility.

Tarhun did not struggle or resist desperately, but behind her calm voice, Zhao Shuo heard the stubborn cry of this untamed woman's soul.

"Oh? Is that so?"

A cold light flashed, a severe chill striking straight at Tarhun's neck.

Am I going to die...?

Tarhun thought she wasn't afraid of death, but when faced with it, instinctive fear still made her close her eyes tightly.

At the same time, a faint bitterness, sorrow, and regret welled up within her.

However, the expected agony did not arrive; only a slight stinging sensation and a chilling coldness at her neck.

Clang!

It was the sound of the chains being cut.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Blade held against her neck. The man who had personally captured her was looking at her with a slight curve at the corner of his stern face.

"Why did you close your eyes? It seems you're not as unafraid of death as you said."

"Or rather, you don't want to die..."

Zhao Shuo said calmly.

"You... won't kill me?" Having walked through the gates of life and death, Tarhun's arrogance was visibly diminished, the firelight in the tent flickering in her amber pupils.

"Why would I kill you?" Zhao Shuo sheathed his blade and sat back down, unhurried.

"Then you want to make me your woman?" Tarhun chuckled softly.

The light in her eyes was swallowed by the surrounding darkness.

Whether according to the rules of the grasslands or the jungle, a woman captured by the enemy had no choice but to become their slave.

Tarhun probably understood Zhao Shuo's intentions, her gaze turning cold.

Men always looked at her that way.

Her deceased husband had.

Khorchi had.

And now, Zhao Shuo, the number one Mongol bahadur, was doing the same.

But Zhao Shuo shook his head slightly.

"Why? Do you think your only value to me lies in your body and beauty?"

"..."

Tarhun frowned, raised her head, and looked at Zhao Shuo.

Looking at this stubborn and beautiful woman, like a wolfsbane flower, Zhao Shuo continued, "You are beautiful, but your strong heart, your swift movements, and your accurate archery are, in my opinion, far more valuable than your beauty."

"..."

Tarhun's body trembled.

For the first time, a change appeared on her beautiful face.

"What exactly do you mean?"

Tarhun asked, her chest rising and falling.

Her voice was still cold, but the gloom in her eyes had dissipated.

"Your beauty is very attractive to me. If you offered yourself, I wouldn't mind enjoying you. But that's how I deal with pretty vases. I don't want to use that method to insult a warrior's dignity."

Zhao Shuo said frankly.

He felt Tarhun's stubbornness.

Tonight, he could choose to sleep with Tarhun, but that would be no different from forcing a living corpse.

He would only gain a moment of pleasure but would completely destroy Tarhun's soul.

This woman's greatest beauty lay not in her appearance, but in the stubbornness of her spirit.

Zhao Shuo liked that spirit very much.

And he didn't want to destroy it with his own hands.

"..."

After hearing Zhao Shuo's words, Tarhun's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

At that moment, she finally put down her hostility towards Zhao Shuo.

This man was not only powerful but also so frank.

Being respected by such a man, Tarhun suddenly felt relieved.

"How exactly do you want to deal with me?"

Tarhun asked calmly, her voice no longer containing hostility.

"A mother leopard's place is in the hunting ground."

"Tarhun, Genghis Khan has agreed that I can select five hundred of the bravest Tumat people to form a special unit. I hope you will become the leader of this elite force."

"Special forces..." Tarhun frowned slightly. "What will this unit mainly do?"

"Night raids, assassinations, decapitations, burning the enemy's treasuries, cutting off the enemy's supply lines. It will become the sharpest knife in my hand, cutting off their spines and severing their throats in places the enemy can't see!" Zhao Shuo said calmly, but his eyes were deep.

"You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'll betray you?" Tarhun frowned as she looked at Zhao Shuo.

She hadn't expected Zhao Shuo to entrust her with such an important task.

Just from the description, she knew that this special unit would be carrying out extremely important missions.

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Zhao Shuo smiled faintly, "Why would you betray me?"

"..."

Tarhun didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She thought about it seriously and couldn't find a reason to betray Zhao Shuo.

Zhao Shuo hadn't treated her as a defeated slave, wantonly abusing her. He had also given her dignity and entrusted her with an important task. Why would she betray Zhao Shuo?

Moreover, what would happen after betrayal?

Now the entire grassland was under the rule of the Mongols.

Even if she rebelled again, the Tumat people would not be able to stop the Mongol iron hooves.

What would be the point of her betrayal?

Moreover, even if she returned to the Tumat tribe.

Would the people in the tribe see her as a warrior, like Zhao Shuo, instead of the widow of a chieftain?

In an instant, Tarhun thought a lot.

And she also realized that she seemed to be longing for battle in her heart.

As Zhao Shuo said, she was a mother leopard in the forest and should return to the hunting ground.

And the special forces that Zhao Shuo wanted to build were undoubtedly the place where she could best exert her nature and abilities.

"..."

"Tell me your answer."

Seeing Tarhun fall silent, Zhao Shuo got up and walked in front of her, condescendingly pinching her chin and cheeks, raising her head to meet his gaze, and asked.

Tarhun did not resist Zhao Shuo's hand. After two seconds, she lightly parted her red lips and asked, "Why do you do this...?"

Looking at Tarhun's beautiful amber eyes, Zhao Shuo hooked the corner of his mouth.

"When you shoot an arrow, do you ask yourself if this arrow will hit the target?"

"..."

Tarhun's pupils reflected Zhao Shuo's stern face, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance in her mind.

After a moment, she opened her mouth and said, "I agree."

"Very good."

Zhao Shuo smiled, released his hand from Tarhun's chin, and turned to return to his seat.

"Tomorrow morning, you will select five hundred of the bravest Tumat people. These Tumat people will become my subjects. If you don't want the bravest warriors in your tribe to be ruined by that good-for-nothing Khorchi, then select them all."

Tarhun nodded.

"Then go!"

"From now on, you are no longer a slave, but a warrior under my command."

Zhao Shuo then said loudly to the outside of the tent, "Khadak Baatar, take Tarhun to rest and arrange a separate tent for her."

"Yes." Khadak Baatar walked in from outside the tent, pointed outward, and said to Tarhun, "Let's go!"

Tarhun glanced at Zhao Shuo. She felt an irresistible force and an indescribable charm from this man.

She had never seen it in her past thirty years of life.

Even on Genghis Khan, the Son of Heaven, she had not felt it.

With all sorts of chaotic thoughts, Tarhun followed Khadak Baatar out.

...

The next day, before noon, Tarhun brought five hundred Tumat households to Zhao Shuo's presence.

The five hundred Tumat households included men, women, old and young, with a total number exceeding two thousand.

Looking at this dense crowd of Tumat people, Zhao Shuo, riding on a golden horse, said with majesty and solemnity, "Tarhun must have told you the reason why you were selected."

"That's right, from now on, you are my people."

"The men in your families will join the special forces under my command. But there are some things that I still have to tell you in person."

"First, most of you will not be relocated and will continue to stay in the mountain village. These people will continue to pay tribute every year, just like the others in the mountain village, except they will no longer pay it to Khorchi, but to me."

"Second, although Tarhun selected five hundred households on my behalf, I only need eighty warriors. The families of the selected warriors will not have to pay any tribute, and they will also receive military pay from me. The annual military pay is roughly equivalent to the tribute paid by ten households!"

The people in the forest had no concept of money, only bartering, so Zhao Shuo could only make such a comparison.

This comparison worked very well. The tribute of ten households was equivalent to the total income of two households. In an instant, the eyes of many people in the forest could almost glow, hoping that they or their families would be selected.

Zhao Shuo continued, "Third, if a warrior dies or is injured in battle for me, I will issue compensation. For the injured, I will issue the tribute of two households every year for five consecutive years. For the dead, I will issue the tribute of three households every year for ten consecutive years!"

"Fourth, if a warrior dies or is injured, I will continue to select the most outstanding warriors from among you to replace them and enjoy the same treatment as the former warriors."

"Alright, I'm done speaking. Did you all hear clearly?"

Wow~~

As soon as Zhao Shuo finished speaking, the whole place was like a boiling pot, the whole place was boiling!