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

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“Po Xijun, he didn't even last a quarter of an hour! Heavens! What kind of enemy am I facing?”

At this moment, Li Chengzhen looked at the Black Riders as if he were seeing ghosts!

His eyes were filled with shock and fear, and his whole body felt cold!

Yes, Po Xijun was a ranged unit, which was not suitable for close combat. But the problem is that the distance between the two sides was a full two hundred steps. Normally, Po Xijun had enough time to retreat into the infantry formation for protection.

However, the Black Riders came too fast and their actions were too decisive.

The black horses under their crotches seemed to be fine steeds, one in a hundred.

Their killing intent was like a flood breaking a dam.

The Black Riders rushed over as if they had encountered an irreconcilable enemy, annihilating all of Po Xijun with lightning speed!

This kind of battlefield execution, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, truly made Li Chengzhen feel fearful and terrifying!

In fact, Li Chengzhen didn't know that the main reason was that Po Xijun threatened Zhao Shuo's life.

The Mongol army had strict military laws. If Zhao Shuo was really killed by Po Xijun, all of his guards would be beheaded. After that, it would depend on whether they could snatch Zhao Shuo's body back. If they snatched it back, their families would be demoted to slaves. If they didn't snatch it back, even their families would be beheaded.

What's more, being Zhao Shuo's subordinate was too comfortable.

According to the Mongol system, the soldiers not only did not have any military pay, but also had to provide their own horses, weapons, and supplies to fight with the Khan. The only place to gain anything was the distribution of spoils after victory.

In other words, they were completely self-sufficient, working for Genghis Khan.

Where could they find a master like Zhao Shuo?

With both heavy punishments and heavy rewards, how could these people not regard Zhao Shuo as their reborn parents?

Now, Po Xijun wanted Zhao Shuo to die, so if they allowed Po Xijun to live for more than a breath, it would be a betrayal of their conscience!

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With Po Xijun eliminated, Li Chengzhen no longer had any hope for today's battle.

He bowed deeply to Vice-Marshal Ye Huo Huaiyuan: "Vice-Marshal Ye Huo, I beg you!"

"I am willing to die for His Majesty and for the Marshal!"

After saying that, he took the initiative to exchange armor with Li Chengzhen and continued to command on the platform.

Li Chengzhen then led the remaining eight thousand light cavalry and fourteen hundred Iron Falcons, and fled madly towards the rear.

The remaining infantry, commanded by Ye Huo Huaiyuan, made a final resistance to buy time for Li Chengzhen to escape.

Of course, it wouldn't buy too much time.

As soon as the light cavalry retreated, some people realized that something was wrong, and the morale of the Western Xia infantry began to waver greatly.

Zhao Shuo took the opportunity to lead his army and completely annihilated the small formation of six thousand elite infantry. And he easily learned that the current commander was Vice-Marshal Ye Huo Huaiyuan, and that Marshal Li Chengzhen had already fled.

"Li Chengzhen has run away!"

"Li Chengzhen has run away!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed! Surrender quickly!"

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Zhao Shuo led more than ten thousand soldiers and horses, joining Hasar's attack on the thirty thousand infantry formation.

With shouts, the final Western Xia infantry formation quickly collapsed!

The results of this battle were undoubtedly extremely brilliant.

After returning to the camp, Zhao Shuo had just taken off his armor and washed the blood stains on his body with cold water, and was preparing to listen to Ge Rile's report on the casualties and battlefield gains of this battle, when the old man Wu Sun sent someone to invite him to the wounded camp.

The wounded camp was originally only responsible for by an ordinary centurion, because whether the soldiers could turn the corner was entirely up to fate, and had little to do with the wounded camp. But since Zhao Shuo invented various effective medicines for treating wounded soldiers, the level of the wounded camp has been rapidly raised.

Now, the person in charge of the wounded camp is Zhao Shuo himself.

The old man Wu Sun is responsible for the daily work of the wounded camp.

The old man Wu Sun is also a hereditary chiliarch, but he is not a Mongol general, but a shaman priest like Tongtian Wu Kukuochu and Huoerchi.

In the beginning, the old man Wu Sun and Huoerchi took the initiative to join Temujin.

It's just that although he was conscientious in front of Temujin, he didn't have the credit of Huoerchi's prediction that Temujin would become Khan. Therefore, after the founding of the country, he was only named a hereditary chiliarch.

After Tongtian Wu Kukuochu passed away, Temujin let the old man Wu Sun take over Tongtian Wu Kukuochu's position. The old man Wu Sun was honest and loyal, not only would he not threaten Temujin's position like Kukuochu, but he also took the initiative to call on all shaman wizards to learn "the medical skills bestowed by the Eternal Sky."

Temujin simply let him and Zhao Shuo manage all the doctors in the Mongol Empire and be responsible for the wounded camp.

Zhao Shuo was in charge of the overall situation, and the old man Wu Sun was responsible for the daily work.

Zhao Shuo came to the wounded camp, he thought it was because the old man Wu Sun felt too much pressure, so he asked him to come and take a look.

"Actually, we don't have much pressure." The old man Wu Sun accompanied Zhao Shuo to inspect the wounded camp, and said: "So far, our wounded camp has gathered sixty-nine shaman wizards, fifty-seven Christian pastors, and forty-three Western Xia doctors, and two hundred and nine apprentices. That's three hundred and seventy-eight people.

And in this great battle, only one thousand three hundred and fifty-six warriors were carried into the wounded camp, which is completely manageable. They are all treated according to the "Regulations" set by the Consort, and then the wizards and pastors pray for them, presumably most people will be able to recover."

Zhao Shuo urged: "The regulations must be 100% implemented. Although on the surface, many of the details in this regulation are a bit cumbersome. But that is to minimize infection and increase the possibility of the soldiers surviving."

"Understood, I will personally supervise with people, and I dare not slack off in the slightest. Not to mention anything else, the Consort stipulates that you must wash your hands three times before surgery, and they can't wash less even once."

"Then I can rest assured."

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"Uh… …" The old man Wu Sun hesitated to speak.

Zhao Shuo said: "What else is there? Old man Wu Sun, feel free to say anything."

"I really don't know if I should say it or not." The old man Wu Sun said: "Actually, it's not a big deal. Now the wounded camp is completely capable of treating our own wounded soldiers. And there are also many wounded soldiers among those Western Xia prisoners. Should we treat them or not?"

Ordinary grassland people would never consider such a thing.

The enemy's wounded soldiers, not killing them with one knife is already a great kindness. Still treat their injuries? Dream on! Just endure it!

But the old man Wu Sun, as a shaman priest, very clearly understands the preciousness of life, and is also a famous honest person. It is really difficult for him to stand by and watch a dying life without helping.

"Wounded prisoners?" Zhao Shuo thought for a while, and said: "Call ten doctors and go over there to take a look?"

"Alright."

Zhao Shuo and the old man Wu Sun took dozens of attendants and ten doctors to the prisoner camp.

Saying it is a prisoner camp, it is actually a large open space, divided into more than twenty areas by the Mongol army. Between each area, there are fully armed Mongol soldiers on guard.

All the wounded prisoners, about four to five thousand people, were concentrated on the same open space. Most of them were lying on the ground in disorder, and the sound of wailing never stopped. Although it was an open-air environment, there was still a faint smell of blood in the nose.

"Quiet!"

A companion who understood Tangut stepped forward and said loudly: "This is Zhao Shuo, the Consort of our Great Mongol Empire, and this is Wu Sun, the Tongtian Wu of our Great Mongol Empire. These two dignitaries have come to see you, why don't you quickly get up and pay your respects."

"Greetings, Consort! Greetings, Tongtian Wu!"

Most of the wounded soldiers who could still stand up quickly struggled to get up and pay their respects to the two Mongol dignitaries. After all, not to mention the wounded soldiers, even strong men, whether they could survive was all at the whim of the Mongols.

"You are excused, sit down if you should sit, lie down if you should lie down." Zhao Shuo ordered.

"Thank you, Consort."

The wounded soldiers either lay down or sat down, just trying to suppress the wailing, and the scene was silent.

Zhao Shuo thought for a while and said to the old man Wu Sun: "It is completely impossible to treat so many people, we don't have enough manpower or enough medicinal materials. Besides, the field hospital is still mainly for treating our own people, and if we have extra energy, we will treat the wounded soldiers among the prisoners."

"What does the Consort mean?"

"You can divide these people into two types: minor injuries and serious injuries. Minor injuries are those that can definitely be cured, simply treated, and given a certain amount of rest. The rest are serious injuries."

The old man Wu Sun said: "That is to say, prioritize treating minor injuries, and see if we can treat serious injuries depending on the situation?"

"How can there be such a cheap thing?" Zhao Shuo smiled and said: "Serious injuries waste too much medicine. Even if they are saved, they have to be well taken care of, wasting food, which is too uneconomical."

The old man Wu Sun understood what Zhao Shuo meant as soon as he heard it, that is to say, as long as they are "seriously injured", they will not be treated.

"Yes."

The old man Wu Sun nodded.

Soon, everyone acted according to orders. Judging the injuries of the wounded soldiers, and arranging the minor injuries together, and the serious injuries together.

After about half an hour, the wounded soldiers probably saw the trick.

"Consort! Tongtian Wu! Save me! Treat my injuries! I am useful! I am willing to work for the Mongols, I am useful to the Mongols!" At the critical moment of life and death, a wounded soldier, regardless of the pain of his injuries, shouted in Chinese, straining his neck.