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

Just then—

Whoosh!

An iron-spined arrow arrived belatedly, soaring through the air. With a terrifying thud, it struck the heavy armored soldier's face!

Boom!

The heavy armored soldier's head exploded, like brilliant peach blossoms.

Then, whoosh!

A golden figure leaped up, a cold gleam flashing from the long blade in their hand, cleaving open the chest of another Jin heavy armored soldier!

"Consort!"

Ta'erhun turned her head, the face before her merging with the one in her mind. She said, "Thank you!"

Escaping death, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Zhao Shuo didn't waste words, nodding to her.

By this time, the fire inside the hidden cave had been extinguished by the Jin soldiers. Zhao Shuo, clad in Xuan Jin Cold Forged armor and wielding the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Blade, blocked the cave entrance, furiously hacking and killing any Jin heavy armored soldiers who tried to rush out, while loudly proclaiming, "Night Owl Guards, your mission is complete! All of you, withdraw from the battle!"

"Yes."

Ta'erhun waved her hand, and the fourteen Night Owls beside her retreated with her.

He Dahei pulled Batu to quickly fill the position with ten Black Riders, taking over for Zhao Shuo.

Six heavy armored Black Riders in front, wielding iron蒺藜 maces, blocked the cave entrance.

Five heavy armored Black Riders in the rear, holding Qing Dynasty war bows, began their specialty: close-quarters archery.

Not a single one of the hundreds of elite Jin soldiers inside the hidden cave would get out!

Only then did Zhao Shuo breathe a sigh of relief, looking towards the front.

To block the Jin soldiers frantically rushing towards the city gate, one hundred and twenty Night Owl Guards had already lost thirteen comrades, who were quickly replaced by the surging Mongolian soldiers from behind.

They, along with Ta'erhun, quickly withdrew from the battle.

A benevolent general does not control an army.

Zhao Shuo felt no psychological disturbance at the death of the nineteen Night Owls.

Or rather, exchanging the lives of nineteen Night Owls for the breaking of the Wuyue Camp was entirely within Zhao Shuo's acceptable range.

He merely murmured, "With ten thousand Mongolian soldiers entering the city, the Wuyue Camp is destined to fall. I just don't know if we can capture Duji Sizhong."

…

At the same time that the Night Owls opened the city gate, inside the Wuyue Camp, within the commander's mansion, the lights were also brightly lit.

"How capable these Mongolian soldiers are! How ruthless Zhao Shuo is!"

Duji Sizhong gazed at the three bright tallow candles on the table, letting out a long sigh.

Duji Sizhong did not dare to delay, quickly rising from his bed and ordering those old soldiers to be imprisoned, and personally interrogating five of them.

It was only after this interrogation that Duji Sizhong learned the full details of the front-line battle.

The actual number of Mongolian troops was only about twelve thousand. Even with the Wanggu tribe stationed at Wusha Fort, it was only fifteen thousand.

With this number of troops, they had shattered Wanyan Chihu's thirty-five thousand troops in just one hour, and captured Wanyan Chihu alive!

It should be known that although Wanyan Chihu's force was not the most elite in the Jin army, it was still considered a formidable force.

The entire Jin army on the Northwest front was said to have four hundred thousand troops, but in reality, only one hundred and seventy thousand were regular Jin soldiers, and two hundred and thirty thousand were conscripted soldiers. Farmers who could be conscripted simply by using a household registration list and a wooden sign—how much combat power could they have? Anyone could figure that out.

This time, thirty-five thousand were wiped out, while the Mongolians only mobilized fifteen thousand!

How powerful were the Mongolians?

A cloud of gloom quickly enveloped Duji Sizhong's heart.

Of course, as the old soldier continued his narrative, an even larger cloud of gloom rose in Duji Sizhong's heart.

Wanyan Chihu had his pants pulled down in front of all the prisoners and was nailed to a wooden donkey!

What humiliation was this?

All the other prisoners had submitted their certificates of allegiance. What would Zhao Shuo use them for next? Did anyone even need to ask?

Even more terrifying was the skull forest described by the old soldier.

The noblest Jurchens in the Jin country were beheaded by Zhao Shuo without hesitation. Then, every ten feet, their heads were pierced with wooden spears and planted in the ground, forming a forest of skulls. Those heads were still dripping blood, stretching as far as the eye could see.

What deep hatred was this?

What exactly did Zhao Shuo want to do to the Jurchens?

What did Temujin want to do to the Jurchens?

Perhaps, if we were not careful, the fate of all Jurchens would be worse than that of the Song Dynasty's imperial family!

Thinking of the tragic fate of the imperial women during the Jingkang Humiliation, thinking of Emperor Huizong of Song being made into an oil lamp, thinking of Emperor Qinzong of Song being trampled to death by chaotic horses, Duji Sizhong couldn't help but shudder.

He waved his hand, ordering his personal guards to take the five old soldiers away.

Then, he sat blankly in front of the candle, his mind unable to calm down for a long time.

Just then—

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

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"The Mongolians have broken in!"

"Protect the Prime Minister!"

A series of panicked shouts suddenly echoed through the night sky!

What was going on?

The mere fifteen thousand Mongolian troops had just fought a bloody battle all day, and had obtained a large amount of wealth. Shouldn't they be drinking and making merry?

Why would they be so reckless as to attack a well-defended city with comparable forces?

And how could they have broken in?

The defenses of Wuyue Camp were personally arranged by me, and could be said to be impeccable. It would be impossible to take it down without a five-fold advantage in troops!

Duji Sizhong simply couldn't believe his ears.

However, even if he didn't believe his ears, he had to believe his eyes.

"Prime Minister, this is terrible!"

Deng deng deng~~

Along with a series of hurried footsteps, Duji Sizhong's confidant, Wugulun Qijin, quickly entered the hall, anxiously saying, "The Mongolian soldiers have already entered the city! Prime Minister, please make a decision quickly!"

"Entered the city? How did they enter the city? The four city gates are all guarded by our Jurchens. Even if the Mongolians have internal support, it shouldn't be able to achieve much!" Duji Sizhong said in exasperation.

"This humble general doesn't know either, but the Mongolian army has indeed entered the city, this humble general has seen it with his own eyes!"

"Ah! The Mongolians actually have such heaven-defying means?!"

Duji Sizhong wouldn't believe anyone, but he could never not believe his confidant Wugulun Qijin.

"Go! Protect me, let's leave quickly!"

After all, he was the current Prime Minister. Duji Sizhong quickly calmed down and made a decision.

Thirty-five thousand elite Jin soldiers couldn't defeat the Mongolian army. Now there were only eleven thousand troops in the city, and the Mongolian soldiers had already entered the city. There was no way Wuyue Camp could be defended.

And most importantly.

He absolutely could not die or be captured alive by the Mongolians.

Firstly, he had to personally tell the other commander of the Jin Dynasty, Wanyan Chengyu, about the fighting power of the Mongolians and their hatred for the Jurchens, and make sure that he paid enough attention to it.

Secondly, he was the Prime Minister of the Jin Dynasty!

Wuyue Camp was certainly very important, but ordinary Jin soldiers didn't even know how to read, so how would they understand the strategic significance of Wuyue Camp?

In their opinion, if Wuyue Camp was lost, it was lost. It was just that a strong fortress was lost on the front line. The Jin Dynasty still had countless strong cities to rely on.

But what the Prime Minister meant to the Jin Dynasty, even a fool would understand!

It was entirely conceivable what kind of blow it would be to the morale of the Jin Dynasty's three hundred thousand troops if Duji Sizhong was captured or killed in battle?

So Duji Sizhong decisively opened the West City Gate of Wuyue Camp under the protection of five hundred personal soldiers, and fled madly towards Fuzhou.