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

"Don't waste your energy." Zhao Shuo shook his head slightly and said, "Genghis Khan's decree will not be changed casually. Your fate is already sealed."

"Also, you'd better pray for your Jurchen compatriots." Zhao Shuo's eyes were cold, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wanyan Chihu was already distraught and desperate, but he heard the cruelty in Zhao Shuo's tone and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Zhao Shuo looked down at him and smiled indifferently:

"Because your Jin envoys once made wild remarks. He said that he would nail me to a wooden donkey like Ambaghai Khan and Prince Consort Anchen. He wanted to turn my wife, Huazheng, into the most humble slave of the Jin nobles. Even more, he wanted to impale my less than three-year-old son, Borjigin Zhao He, on the tip of a spear and parade him throughout the grassland."

"He has already been killed by my own hand, but his words did anger me."

"Aren't you Jin people very arrogant?"

"I have decided to pick out all the Jurchen soldiers who resist during this campaign against Jin."

Zhao Shuo paused here.

"Pick them out to do what?" Wanyan Chihu smelled the bloody storm emanating from Zhao Shuo's words.

Zhao Shuo looked at Wanyan Chihu, a hint of an arc squeezing out of his stern face.

"Pick them out, cut off their heads, and use spears to erect a forest of skulls! Repay them in their own coin."

"…"

Wanyan Chihu's eyes widened in disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

"Didn't your envoys like to show off with words? I'm not like you; I prefer to take action." Zhao Shuo said with an indifferent smile.

Wanyan Chihu then realized that Zhao Shuo was not joking, but stating a fact.

Realizing that the Jurchen soldiers under his command were about to suffer such cruel retaliation, he was about to go crazy, roaring, "No! No! No! You can't do this! It's too cruel! It will incur the wrath of the Eternal Sky! It will arouse endless resistance from the Jurchens!"

"Resistance from the Jurchens? Heh! Killing Jurchens is what we do! Avenging the blood feud with the Jurchens is what we do! As for the wrath of the Eternal Sky… I believe the Eternal Sky will not be angry. Because haven't you Jin people rushed into the grasslands countless times, reducing the Mongol population? Why didn't the Eternal Sky send down its wrath?"

After a pause, Zhao Shuo continued: "Now, it's time for the Mongols to reduce the Jin population!"

"…"

Wanyan Chihu opened his mouth, feeling a dryness in his throat and dizziness in his eyes.

He had only one thought in his mind: This envoy is an idiot!

Wanyan Chihu was now speechless and could only question the heavens.

You're an envoy, so be it. You angered the Mongols, so be it. Why did you nail their Prince Consort Anchen to a wooden donkey?

Why did you threaten Zhao Shuo?

Now it's all being repaid on all the Jurchens!

Wanyan Chihu didn't know the ins and outs of this.

He only felt it was incomprehensible.

He felt that the emperor and the prime minister were both big idiots.

Right Prime Minister Pu San Duan's son, Pu San Natan, was the living ancestor of idiots.

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and his two big hands, like iron pincers, pinched Wanyan Chihu's mouth tightly, not allowing his jaw to move even a little.

The mockery on Zhao Shuo's face grew stronger, and he said, "Wanyan Chihu, don't make useless struggles. Zhao Shuo always keeps his word. If I say I'll nail you to death on a wooden donkey, I'll nail you to death on a wooden donkey. There will be no discount. Guards!"

"Here!"

"First, smash Wanyan Chihu's teeth out one by one to prevent him from committing suicide. Then, let him ride the wooden donkey."

"Let me do it! Prince Consort, let me do it!"

Zhao Shuo originally planned to have the personal guards do this job, but Bo Yaohe took the initiative to ask for orders.

He wanted to avenge his father, Alagu Si!

He wanted to avenge his elder brother, Buyan Xiban!

He wanted to avenge nearly half of the men in his clan!

These people could all be seen as having died at the hands of Wanyan Chihu.

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you." Zhao Shuo nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Prince Consort!"

Bo Yaohe picked up a small iron hammer and smashed Wanyan Chihu's teeth one by one.

After smashing only five teeth, Wanyan Chihu, with his mouth full of blood, fainted from the pain.

When the seventh tooth was smashed, Wanyan Chihu woke up from the pain again!

In this way, waking up and fainting, fainting and waking up, as many as three times, Wanyan Chihu's twenty-nine teeth were completely knocked out.

At this time, Wanyan Chihu fainted again.

A basin of cold water was poured down, and Wanyan Chihu reopened his eyes.

Bo Yaohe planned to personally strip off Wanyan Chihu's pants, press him on the wooden donkey, and personally hammer down eight long iron nails to connect him and the wooden donkey together.

This wooden donkey was two and a half meters high and carved lifelike. There was a long stick thirty to forty centimeters long and as thick as an adult's forearm on its back, which looked chilling. This was not made by the Mongols themselves, but was disassembled from the wooden donkey used by the Jin people to nail Prince Consort Anchen.

Now this wooden donkey was reassembled and used on Wanyan Chihu.

Bo Yaohe first ordered someone to make a hanging frame, and then tied Wanyan Chihu into a Guanyin lotus position and hung him above the wooden donkey.

"This is your leader, Wanyan Chihu!"

"The biological son of Jin Prime Minister Wanyan Chengyu!"

"The murderer who killed countless warriors of our Wanggu tribe!"

"Look, everyone, take a look!"

"This is his end!"

"This is the end of offending our Wanggu tribe, and even more so, the end of provoking Prince Consort Zhao Shuo and Genghis Khan!"

Bo Yaohe's face was full of hatred and joy. In the eyes of all the Mongol soldiers and Jin prisoners, he personally cut off Wanyan Chihu's pants. Then, he cut off the rope hanging Wanyan Chihu. Wanyan Chihu was penetrated by the wooden donkey because of inertia!

"Ah—!"

Wanyan Chihu, a strong man of eight feet, let out a miserable cry like a ghost.

He twisted, twitched, and convulsed painfully on the wooden donkey, and let out a continuous trembling scream.

This directly made Bo Yaohe feel great. His face was full of ferocity and joy, and he personally hammered down eight long iron nails with a hammer, firmly nailing Wanyan Chihu's limbs to the wooden donkey.

Wanyan Chihu fainted from the pain.

…

This time, the Mongol army won a great victory, capturing more than 5,000 cavalry and more than 11,000 infantry, with a total number of nearly 17,000. In this way, Wanyan Chihu was humiliatedly nailed to the wooden donkey, so that these 17,000 prisoners could see his end.

Great!

Bo Yaohe had thought countless times about how to deal with Wanyan Chihu if he could escape this time and capture Wanyan Chihu alive.

Cut him into a thousand pieces?

Tear him apart by five horses?

Or learn from the legendary punishment of branding with a hot iron?

But he never thought that he would retaliate against Wanyan Chihu in this way!

Knocking out his teeth one by one may not be less painful than cutting him into a thousand pieces.

This wooden donkey punishment can make Wanyan Chihu feel great pain, both mentally and physically!

This pain can torture Wanyan Chihu for at least three days and three nights. No, it will torture him for seven days and seven nights!

Give him water to drink, force-feed him yogurt!

Maximize his pain!

…

Of course, in addition to retaliating against Wanyan Chihu, he also had to retaliate against the other Jin troops who attacked Wusha Fort.

Soon, more than 8,000 Jurchens were selected from the prisoners.

That's right, more than 8,000.

Even Zhao Shuo didn't expect that there would be so many Jurchens.

Thirty years ago, the Jin court conducted a population census. The Jurchen population was 600,000 households, and the other population was 3.6 million households.

Later, the population grew. Now, the official archives of the Jin state show that there are more than 6.8 million households and more than 45 million people in the country. However, there is a large amount of hidden population in the country. For example, some Jin nobles have more than 1,000 slaves, which are not included in the statistics.

It is estimated that the current total population of the Jin state is about 60 million, and it is not impossible to reach 70 million.

But the population ratio should not change much. The Jurchens should account for between one-seventh and one-eighth of the total population.

Even if the Jin state attaches importance to the Jurchens, it would be the best if one-third of the army were Jurchens.

Why is the proportion of Jurchens in the prisoners so high?

It's more than half!

There is only one explanation, that is, all the troops led by Wanyan Chihu are elite troops in the Jin army.

Are elite troops like this?

Zhao Shuo found that he had overestimated the combat power of the Jin people before.

Anyway, Zhao Shuo kept his word and selected these Jurchen prisoners. He selected the four thousand strongest ones and, together with the other prisoners, incorporated them into the Balu camp.

The remaining four thousand Jurchen soldiers became "certificates of allegiance."

All the other prisoners, except for the two hundred old and weak selected by Zhao Shuo, had to do it.

Two or three people served one, and they all took daggers and stabbed the hearts of these "certificates of allegiance."

Then, they cut off their heads and strung them on wooden sticks to form a forest of heads.

Zhao Shuo once made a promise to Huazheng: I will use ten thousand Jin dog heads and string them into a skull forest with spears.

Now, four thousand have been achieved, and only six thousand are left.

It's just that the cost of spears is too high, so wooden spears are used instead.

As for the two hundred oldest and weakest? Zhao Shuo let them go and let them go back to proclaim everything they saw to the Jin army. Those Balu camp warriors will never be able to turn back.

Anyway, the heads of more than 4,000 Jurchen prisoners, plus the blood and lives of more than 11,000 people who died in the war just now, are used to commemorate the two Wanggu tribe leaders, Alagu Si and Buyan Xiban, and the 2,000 dead souls of the Wanggu tribe.