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

Chapter 80: Hu Duhe's Gratitude for the Treasure Bow
The capture of Mrs. Tarhun marked the end of the war.

After all, a large part of the Tumati forces were outside the stronghold, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Mongols advancing from the main road. The number of men in the stronghold was far less than the number of enemies who entered the stronghold.

After all, the power of the fire caltrops forced the Tumat people to give up their greatest advantage. And when it came to true battle skills, they were no match for the Mongols who had crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

After all, their equipment was far inferior to that of the Mongols who were equipped with Central Plains weapons.

Now, the capture of the brave, beautiful and powerful Lady Tarhun has made them lose their spiritual support.

Bang!

Clang clang~
The scimitars and longbows were thrown to the ground, and the Tumati people in the stronghold knelt on the ground and surrendered to the Mongols.

"Is this the Wu Teng bow?"

It was not until this time that Zhao Shuo had time to pick up the Tumati people's ancestral bow.

The bow is crafted from the spine of lightning-struck tiger birch, its black lightning scorch marks interwoven with amber-colored blood gel, exuding an ancient aura. The bowstring, twisted from bear sinew, is as tough as iron, a gentle touch sending a chilling chill through your fingertips. The holes in the mammoth ivory bow tip emit a low-pitched whistle when swung, like the roar of an ancient beast. Fine diamonds, polished from ice jade, are inlaid into the bow, reflecting a pale blue light. This bow should be suitable for night battles.

"Good bow! It really is a good bow!"

Zhao Shuo held the Wu Teng bow and picked up the captured iron-back arrow.

Whoosh!
The bow is drawn like a full moon, and the arrow is shot like a shooting star!
boom!
The arrow hit a huge fir tree three hundred steps away, penetrating more than three inches into the wood!

If this were to be shot on a person...

"Oh my god! He actually pulled the Wu Teng bow to its full length!"

"Except for our ancestor Uleji, no one has ever done it!"

"Is he a son of the forest? Or is he the favorite of the mountain god?"

"It's not unfair that we lost!"

……

The Tumati people looked at Zhao Shuo with awe in their eyes and talked a lot.

Some devout old men even knelt on the ground and said they were kneeling down to worship the son of the mountains and forests!

The effect was even better than defeating the Tumati people in the previous battle.

There was also a deep envy in Zhebie's eyes.

Of course, it was just envy. He understood that Zhao Shuo was the commander in chief of this battle, and the precious bow belonged to him. Furthermore, Zhao Shuo was born with extraordinary strength, and he could draw the bow to its full potential, something he might not be able to do. Zhao Shuo was the most suitable owner of this precious bow.

Zhao Shuo himself was naturally delighted. With his ever-improving physique, ordinary bows seemed too light in his hands, unable to unleash his full potential. This Wu Teng bow seemed tailor-made for him. He was confident that even if he encountered Xixia's wart armor again, he would be able to easily penetrate it from a hundred paces away!

"Prince Consort, here..."

Subutai was extremely attentive. He gently touched Zhao Shuo's shoulder and raised his chin to the side.

It turned out that Huoerchi and Huduhe had been rescued by the soldiers.

It was obvious that although they were imprisoned, they had not suffered any abuse and their complexions were still rosy. It was just that the long-term imprisonment had made them less mentally stable.

dong dong dong~
The old general Huduhe took a few quick steps forward, knelt on the ground, and said loudly: "Thank you for saving my life, my dear husband! No matter how high Mount Burhan is, it is not as high as the grace of saving my life, my dear husband. No matter how deep the water of Lake Baikal is, it is not as deep as the gratitude in my heart. From now on, if you drive me, Huduhe will not refuse even if it means death!"

"No, this is all Genghis Khan's order. I am just following orders." Zhao Shuo had to give some face to Temujin's sworn brother and the old man who was pulling Yijian's little sister, and quickly supported him with his hand.

"That was only possible because the prince consort was invincible and a divine soldier descended from the sky to rescue us both."

Huoerchi also knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying, "I dreamed last night that a tiger captured a leopard and a gyrfalcon caught a swan. It turned out that it was Prince Consort Zhao Shuo, the highest-flying eagle on the grassland, who rescued me, a humble man. You will see, my life was given by my Prince Consort, and I will die for him. Life and death are determined by fate, but repaying gratitude is endless!"

This is very beautifully said.

However, Zhao Shuo will not indulge him.

"Oh? Die for me? That's not necessary...but!"

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Zhao Shuo took the whip from Subutai and lashed at Horchi, saying, "Before I came here, Genghis Khan told me: When I see you, no more nonsense, just give me twenty good lashes!"

After a few whips, his skin and flesh hurt and blood instantly seeped into Huoerchi's clothes.

Each whipping felt like tearing his soul apart, bringing endless pain.

The whip after whip hit him so hard that he could hardly kneel. He just held up his body with his hands. His vision was blurred, and his heart was filled with guilt and regret. He didn't dare to dodge at all.

"You caused the old general Huduhe to suffer!" Zhao Shuo's voice was as deafening as thunder, and every word cut into Huoerchi's heart like a knife.

"You caused Borhu to die in battle!" Zhao Shuo whipped his horse whip down again, and blood flowed down Huoerchi's cheek and dripped into the mud.

"You caused the deaths of countless soldiers on the battlefield, leaving behind countless orphans and widows!"

Zhao Shuo whipped Huoerchi with one whip after another, as if he wanted to drive all his sins and regrets into his bones.

Huoerchi gritted his teeth and said nothing. He could still endure the physical pain, but the guilt in his heart almost made it difficult for him to breathe.

In fact, he had already regretted it.

How could he be so obsessed that he made such a bold impulse when seeing the beautiful Lady Tarhun!
How could he possibly get his hands on such a beauty?
Even if he was lucky enough to get close to Genghis Khan because of a few words and be granted a title of ten thousand households, it would be impossible.

But, it's too late!
It's too late!

Because of his momentary impulse, he implicated the veteran general Huduha, killed Borchu, one of the Mongols, and killed countless brave soldiers. These were all meaningless sacrifices!
Everything is his Huoerchi's fault!

Even after twenty lashes, Huoerchi did not dare to raise his head. Tears mixed with dirt and blood dripped onto the ground. He said, "I am guilty! I am guilty! I will give all my property to my husband to thank him for saving my life! I will give my people to Borchu and the families of the soldiers who died in the battle! If possible, I am willing to die to atone for my sins!"

"Hmph, I don't want your property! What to do with you is not up to you, nor is it up to me. Genghis Khan has the final say!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I will listen to you, Prince Consort!"

Once upon a time, Huoerchi was one of the Mongol nobles. Although he was not very capable, he was witty and humorous, and had a great relationship with people. Even Temujin affectionately called him "the auspicious bird."

But now he was timid and followed whatever Zhao Shuo said.

It seems that the huge disaster he caused this time really had a huge impact on him and changed him a lot.

Then, Zhao Shuo urgently wrote a battle report in Mongolian and asked the Jade Claw God to deliver it to the royal court.

Temujin arrived very quickly.

Seven days later, he arrived at the shore of Lake Baikal with 500 Keshig, as well as a dozen nobles including Hunan, Khasar, Jochi, and Tolui.

(End of this chapter)