Usurpation of Mongolia: My father-in-law is Genghis Khan

Chapter 79: Breaking through the mountain stronghold and capturing the beauty alive

"Enemy attack!"

"The grassland people are coming to kill us!"

"court death!"

"Kill them all!"

……

Zhao Shuo's surprise attack initially achieved good results, successfully breaking into the Tumati stronghold. However, these brave and warlike sons of the forest quickly reacted and quickly stopped the resistance.

They were like ghosts emerging from the soil and trees, swift and agile. Some quickly hid in the surrounding wooden buildings, some nimbly climbed the towering trees preserved in the camp, and some even crawled into tree holes dug in advance for defense against external enemies. Those fir tree knots were actually camouflaged bullet holes!
There were even dozens of powerful Tumati warriors who grabbed dozens of leather ropes and pounced down from the giant trees like mandrills, drawing their exquisite and powerful jujube wood longbows while swinging.

Whoosh whoosh~
The unique vine-piercing swords of the Tumati people poured down on the Mongolian soldiers from all angles, with tricky accuracy and swiftness.

Of course, the Mongolian soldiers were no pushovers. Their archery skills weren't necessarily inferior to the Tumati, and they were even better at chopping and slashing on the ground. They simply lacked the agility they'd developed through training in the mountains. Furthermore, the Mongolian soldiers had their trump card—the fire caltrops they'd obtained from the Western Xia!
"Set fire to the caltrops!"

Boom boom boom!
One by one, the fire caltrops were ignited and rushed towards the wooden buildings and giant trees of the Tumati people, and towards every Tumati person who dared to attack the Mongols!

The extremely thick smoke obstructed the Tumati people's vision, and the pressure on the Mongols was suddenly relieved.

The small building made of oily pine wood and the thick dried birch bark on it are the best fire starters!

The burning of the pine building quickly ignited the towering trees next to it.

Soon, the entire Tumati village was filled with billowing smoke and raging flames.

"Despicable, shameless!"

"The grassland people actually dared to set fire. This is blasphemy against the great god of the mountains and forests!

"Come out quickly! Don't stay in the wooden building, you'll burn to death!"

"Fight them!"

……

The Tumati people were forced to give up their greatest advantage and rushed out from their hiding places, fighting with the grassland people with their scimitars and bows and arrows, but they soon fell into a disadvantage.

After all, apart from their slightly inferior martial arts skills, the poor Tumati people do not have the iron armor and sharp swords from the Central Plains.

"Kill! Kill all the monkeys in the forest!"

"Eat another one of my fire caltrops!"

"Where is Tarhun? Capture Tarhun alive!"

……

The grassland warriors became more and more courageous as the battle went on, shouting and killing like thunder, and the Tumati people were defeated step by step.

Zhao Shuo was wearing gold-painted iron armor and did not participate in the fighting. He just deployed troops and commanded the battle while vigilantly paying attention to the movements around him.

Borchu’s death cannot be ignored.

The Tumati people have the Wuteng bow that is good at sniping!

And at the scene, the most valuable sniper target was Zhao Shuo himself!
Zhao Shuo wants to use himself as bait to overturn the Tumati people's biggest trump card!

"coming!"

Zhao Shuo suddenly felt a bad wind from the left rear, and immediately jumped to the side alertly. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a strange long arrow in a flash.

The arrow shaft was constructed from five-year-old red willow wood, with a circular counterweight pattern inscribed with horsehair and wolf-blood lacquer. The three-edged iron arrowhead was two and a half inches long, with a spiral groove for blood. The strange blue-gray stripes left by the quenching of the tip made it clear that it was no ordinary item.

Iron-backed arrow!
Special long arrow for Wu Teng bow!

Borchu died from this kind of arrow.

In order to guard against this divine arrow, Zhao Shuo even asked his blacksmiths to make a steel neck guard.

However, perhaps the bowman's strength was insufficient, not only did the neck guard Zhao Shuo had prepared become useless, but he also grabbed the arrow shaft! 'I found you!'

Zhao Shuo looked in the direction from which the Iron Back Arrow came, and saw a red shadow holding a longbow about two hundred and thirty steps away, leaping nimbly to the side. He couldn't help but sneer.

"kill!"

He held the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife in his hand, and his steps were as swift as thunder as he charged towards the red shadow viciously.

"Protect the Prince Consort!"

Hedahei Batuer led 150 personal guards and followed closely behind.

From time to time, ten people suddenly stopped, shot ten fast red arrows in the direction of the red shadow, and then quickly followed.

The shafts of these fast-moving red arrows were only two feet long, their tips sharpened into a tapered shape. Combined with the thumb-shooting technique, their range was at least two hundred steps. They were typically used for hunting or long-range attacks. Ten fast-moving red arrows, fired almost simultaneously, were enough to dissuade the red figure from even thinking about stopping and counterattacking!

"Catch her!"

Without Zhao Shuo saying anything, Subutai and Zhebei also led a team of Mongolian soldiers to encircle Hongying from both wings.

Soon, everyone blocked the red shadow in front of a wooden house.

"Don't come here!"

The woman in red held a bow in her left hand and a torch in her right, shouting, "Horchi and Huduhe are inside the cabin, and it's covered in grease. At worst, we'll all perish together!"

"You are Mrs. Talhun, aren't you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Talhun stood in the sun, her figure as dazzling as a burning flame.

This woman looked to be around thirty years old, which was the age when a woman was most charming.

A tight, blood-red hunting suit wrapped around her slender and fit figure, outlining her leopard-like lines to the fullest.

Her raven-feather black hair fluttered in the wind, falling on her shoulders like the night sky, making her skin look even whiter.

Golden sunlight fell on her face, outlining her delicate yet cool features. Her dark eyebrows slanted down to her temples, framing a pair of amber pupils, the deep green of the forest sea swimming within them. Her nose was straight as a bow, yet slightly tilted upward at the tip, revealing a hint of wildness and rebelliousness.

It is a breathtaking, barbed beauty, like a taimen swimming upstream under the ice of Lake Baikal.

No wonder Huoerchi, who was always lustful but timid, caused such a disaster for her.

Beauty is a disaster, nothing more than that.

Zhao Shuo glanced at her and said coldly:
"Madam Tarhun, you captured Horchi and Huduhe but didn't harm them. I think you acted with propriety. But why did you have the audacity to kill Borchu and create a mortal enemy with us Mongols?"

Zhao Shuo first winked at Hedaheibatuer beside him, and then slowly approached Tarhun while talking.

"I didn't mean to do that either." Tarhun, who had regretted shooting Borchu countless times, responded anxiously, "The arrow was aimed at Borchu's left arm. I wanted to capture him alive! But when the arrow was released, he leaned sideways and was hit in the neck. It was the mountain god who wanted to spare his life, not me... Don't come over here, ah!"

While Zhao Shuo was attracting Tarhun's attention, Hedahei Batuer calmly took the strung Shenbi bow handed to him from behind.

The arrow flew out like lightning, hitting the outside of Talhun's calf, instantly leaving an inch-deep wound!
It was at this moment that Zhao Shuo, like an arrow shot from a bow, crossed the distance between him and Tarhun with a few nimble leaps and pounced in front of Tarhun.

He stretched out his arms and pounced on her to the ground like a tiger.

At the same time, one of his big hands quickly and accurately grabbed Tarhun's neck.

"do not move!"

Zhao Shuo growled, his voice deep and powerful, carrying a ruthless force that emanated from his mouth like an order. Every word was as hard as cold iron, carrying a deterrent that was impossible to disobey.

"just kill me!"

Two lines of clear tears slid down the pretty widow's cheeks and fell into Zhao Shuo's hands, warm and moist.

(End of this chapter)