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

That night, during the second watch.

The valley of ZheZheYunDu Mountain.

"Father Khan, do you really believe Hasar's nonsense? Do you really believe that Temujin has always been loyal to you? I think you're getting senile! Temujin calls you 'Father Khan' to your face, but behind your back, he's always calling you an old butcher! He calls me 'Anda' to my face, but behind my back, he's always calling me a lamb in tiger's skin! He's just an ungrateful wolf. Once his wounds are healed, he'll tear our flesh, and bite through our throats!"

Sang Kun's furious roar echoed from Wang Han's golden tent.

It must be noted that Wang Han was not the indecisive weakling that many later generations imagine him to be.

When Wang Han first ascended to the throne, he nearly killed all of his brothers. Would you call that indecisive?

Wang Han was driven from the throne twice, and yet he managed to rise again even with only a blind horse by his side. Would you call that a weakling?

Countless prairie forces were destroyed by Wang Han's hand. People like Zamuqa and Temujin were once his defeated foes. Before he knew it, Wang Han was only one step away from unifying the eastern prairie!

No matter how you look at it, this man should never be underestimated!

"Are you finished?"

After Sang Kun's words came to an end, Wang Han coldly said: "My foolish son! Do you really think that I have always believed the nonsense you've fabricated? Fifty years ago, I was already the Khan of the Keraits. If I were truly that easily deceived, my head would have been crushed into dust by wild horses long ago!"

"No, Father Khan, your son would never deceive you! Everyone on the outside is saying the same thing!"

"Nonsense! There is no one else, it's all you, Sang Kun! You envy Temujin's achievements, you're jealous that Temujin's reputation on the prairie surpasses yours! You hate that the hero sung by the herders isn't you! You repeatedly slander him in front of me, wanting to use me as a knife to kill Temujin for you!"

After a pause, Wang Han's expression became even more mocking, and he said: "Before, you repeatedly slandered Temujin, wanting me to go to war with him, but I sternly refused, even cursing at you. Do you know why? Hehe, I've almost killed off all my own brothers, do you really think I would care about the life or death of a foster son?"

Sang Kun's eyes lit up, and he said: "So, Father Khan was deliberately trying to lull Temujin into a false sense of security?"

"That's right, exactly! If I didn't do that, how could I have made Temujin lower his guard? How else could I have launched a successful sneak attack and defeated this military genius of the prairie? Let me be clear, my falling out with Temujin was for power, for his women, for his cattle and sheep, and for his people! Not like you, for some fame, or some momentary anger! My foolish and only son, let me tell you, everything in this world is fake, only power is real!"

Sang Kun said: "Then you allowing Temujin to surrender this time..."

"Of course, that's fake too." Wang Han said: "If I didn't allow Temujin to surrender, what would he do? To take revenge, he would go and join the Naiman, just like Zamuqa did. With the help of Zamuqa and Temujin, the Naiman would be even more powerful, wouldn't our Kerait tribe be in danger then?"

Although Wang Han didn't expect that Temujin would dare to launch a desperate sneak attack on him after such a crushing defeat, he thought of another possibility—Temujin defecting to the Naiman.

Back then, after the allied forces of Temujin and Wang Han defeated the twelve-tribe alliance of Zamuqa, Zamuqa simply surrendered to Wang Han.

However, Zamuqa was unwilling to submit to Temujin, his sworn brother, so how could he willingly submit to Wang Han, who was not as good as Temujin? He orchestrated a conspiracy to assassinate Wang Han and become the master of the Kerait tribe.

Wang Han was also a master of conspiracy, and he discovered Zamuqa's plan. Zamuqa quickly fled west and defected to the Naiman.

If Zamuqa and Temujin, the most capable fighters on the prairie, both became generals of the Naiman,一心想找王罕复仇, Wang Han would not be able to sleep peacefully.

Sang Kun said: "So, as long as Temujin comes, we will..."

He made a chopping motion.

Wang Han said: "That's right, we don't need to care about any promises, any oaths, or whether Temujin's surrender is real or fake. As long as we can trick him into coming, we will kill him, seize his women, take his cattle and sheep, and take his people and warriors, eliminating any future trouble. Then, we will march west and defeat the Naiman! After that, we will be the rulers of the entire prairie! Our prestige will be no less than that of the Xiongnu Chanyu or the Turkic Khagan of the past, even the emperors of the Central Plains will have to look to us!"

"Regardless of whether I can become the Khan of the entire prairie, I will be satisfied as long as I kill Temujin. By the way..." Sang Kun worried that his lust would arise again, and said: "After killing Temujin, you must grant me his four beautiful daughters!"

"I'll give them to you! I'll give them to you! That beautiful Börte is for your father! I've been thinking about her for almost twenty years! Haha!"

"Also, that Zhao Shuo, Father Khan cannot accept his surrender, you must hand him over to me! I want to make him kneel in front of me and lick the dirt off my boots! I want to castrate him with my own hands and hear his screams! I want to make him kneel in front of me and eat shit like a wild dog! I want to cut off his flesh inch by inch and use it as a snack with wine!" Sang Kun said with incomparable resentment.

Sang Kun was shot in the face by Zhao Shuo's arrow, and two big holes appeared in his cheeks, allowing one to clearly see the tongue and teeth inside. This was not only a complete disfigurement, but also a lifelong humiliation for Sang Kun!

How could the proud Sang Kun accept this?

Sang Kun's hatred for Zhao Shuo had reached the limit of humanity, even exceeding eating his flesh and drinking his blood!

"As you wish, as you wish. Zhao Shuo is yours too, you can do whatever you want with him."

Although Wang Han felt it was a pity to kill Zhao Shuo, after unifying the prairie, what kind of talent couldn't be obtained? To make his foolish son happy, killing him was no big deal.

After saying a few more idle words, Sang Kun bid farewell and left the golden tent.

Wang Han summoned several Mongolian girls who had been looted to serve him. He was still strong in his old age, showing off his power until the fifth watch before falling into a deep sleep.

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At the same time, in the valley of ZheZheYunDu Mountain, five miles northeast.

An army of more than five thousand cavalrymen silently formed a battle formation.

They wore sheepskin coats on the outside to resist the piercingly cold dawn wind, and leather armor underneath. They carried bows and arrows on their backs, and sabers at their waists. Their horses were hung with spears,狼牙棒, or iron maces,武装到了牙齿, and their eyes were filled with fierce and bloodthirsty light.