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

Chapter 96: An arrow shot to the head, the confused Prime Minister of Jin Du Jisizhong
at this time--

Whoosh!
An iron-backed arrow was shot from behind but arrived first, flying through the air. With a bang and a terrifying muffled sound, it hit the heavily armored soldier's cheek!
boom!
The heavily armored soldier's head exploded like a gorgeous peach blossom.

Then, whoosh!

A golden shadow leaped up, and the long sword in his hand rolled up a cold light, directly splitting the chest of another Jin army heavy armored soldier!

"Consort!"

Tarhun turned his head, and the face in front of him merged with the face in his mind. He said, "Thank you!"

Having escaped death, she felt mixed emotions.

Zhao Shuo didn't waste any words and nodded at her.

At this time, the fire in the cave had been put out by the Jin army. Zhao Shuo, wearing black gold cold-forged armor and holding the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, blocked the entrance to the cave. While frantically hacking at the heavily armored Jin soldiers who tried to rush out, he shouted, "Night Owl Guards, listen to my order! Your mission is complete. Everyone withdraw from the battle!"

"Yes."

Talhun waved her hand, and the fourteen night owls around her retreated with her.

Hedahei Batuer led ten black cavalrymen and quickly filled the position, replacing Zhao Shuo.

Six heavily armored black cavalrymen were in the front, holding caltrops and bone clubs, blocking the entrance of the cave where the soldiers were hiding.

Five heavily armored black cavalrymen followed behind, holding Qing Dynasty bows, and began their best close combat shooting.

None of the hundreds of elite Jin soldiers hiding in the cave can get out!

Zhao Shuo then breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward.

In order to stop the Jin army from rushing towards the city gate, thirteen of the one hundred and twenty Night Owl Guards had been killed and were quickly replaced by the Mongolian soldiers surging from the rear.

They quickly withdrew from the battle along with Tarhun.

Compassion does not command troops.

Zhao Shuo did not feel any psychological fluctuations about the death of 19 Night Owls.

In other words, sacrificing nineteen Night Owls in exchange for breaking through the Wu Yue Camp was completely within Zhao Shuo's tolerance.

He simply muttered, "Ten thousand Mongolian soldiers have entered the city, and the Wuyue Camp is definitely broken. I just don't know if Duji Sizhong can be captured."

……

Just as Ye Xiao opened the city gate, the lights in the commander's mansion in Wu Yue Camp were also on.

"What a capable Mongolian soldier! What a ruthless Zhao Shuo!"

Du Ji Sizhong looked at the three bright tallow candles on the table and let out a long sigh.

In fact, he had learned the news of the fall of Wusha Fort from the remnants of the defeated army during the day, and he quickly ordered the entire army to be on alert. He also sent out eight teams of messengers, frantically dispatching troops and generals, asking the Jin army to quickly reinforce the Wuyue Camp.

However, at three o'clock in the morning, he was awakened by his men and told of the bad news: the hundred veteran soldiers who had escaped to the Wuyue camp in the evening were stirring up trouble, saying that Wanyan Chihu had been nailed to a wooden donkey by the Mongols and that four thousand Jurchen captives had been killed by their own people.

Now people in Wu Yue Camp are in panic.

Du Ji Sizhong did not dare to delay. He quickly got up and ordered his men to detain all the old soldiers. He also personally interrogated five of them.

It was through this interrogation that Du Ji Sizhong learned the entire battle situation on the front line.

The actual number of Mongolian troops was only about 12,000. Even including the Wanggu tribe stationed at Wusha Fort, there were only 15,000 people.

With just this small group of people, they defeated Wanyan Chihu's 35,000 troops in just one hour and captured him alive!
You know, although the forces led by Wanyan Chihu were not the most elite forces in the Jin army, they were also one of the best soldiers.

The Jin army's entire northwest front, purportedly numbering 400,000, actually only had 170,000 regular Jin troops, with 230,000 being temporary draftees. How much combat effectiveness could a peasant conscripted from a household register and a wooden stick really possess? One can easily imagine the difference. This immediately wiped out 35,000 men, while the Mongol army had only dispatched 15,000!

Isn’t the Mongolian fighting power too strong?
A dark cloud quickly enveloped Du Ji Sizhong's heart.

Of course, as the old soldier narrated his story, a bigger cloud of darkness soon rose in Du Ji Sizhong's heart.

Wanyan Chihu had his pants pulled off and was nailed to a wooden donkey in front of all the captives!
How humiliating is this?
All the other captives have surrendered. Is there any need to ask what Zhao Shuo will do with them next?
What's even more terrifying is the forest of skulls described by the old soldier.

Zhao Shuo mercilessly chopped off the heads of the most noble Jurchens in the Jin Dynasty. Then, he pierced the heads with wooden spears, one every ten feet, and planted them on the ground, forming a forest of skulls. The heads were still dripping with blood, and there was no end in sight.

What kind of deep hatred is this?
What exactly does Zhao Shuo want to do to us Jurchens?
Temujin, what do you want to do to us Jurchens?
I'm afraid that if we are not careful, the fate of all of us Jurchens will be worse than that of the royal family of the Song Dynasty!

Thinking of the tragic fate of the royal women in the Jingkang Incident, thinking of Song Huizong who was burned with oil lamps, and thinking of Song Qinzong who was trampled to death by horses, Du Ji Sizhong was really horrified.

He waved his hand and ordered 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.

At this moment--

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"The Mongols are coming!"

"Protect the Prime Minister!"

Panic shouts suddenly resounded through the night sky!
what happened?

The Mongolian army, consisting of only 15,000 soldiers, had just fought a bloody battle for a whole day and gained a large amount of wealth. Shouldn't they be drinking and having fun?
How could you be so desperate as to attack a fortified city with a similar number of troops?

How could he possibly break in?
I personally arranged the defenses of the Wuyue Camp, and they are practically impenetrable. Without a five-fold advantage in manpower, it's impossible to take it down!

Du Ji Sizhong could hardly believe his ears.

However, if you don't believe your ears, you have to believe your eyes.

"Prime Minister, something terrible is happening!"

Deng Deng Deng~~
Following a burst of hurried footsteps, one of Duji Sizhong's trusted aides, Wugu Lun Qijin, hurried into the hall and anxiously said, "The Mongolian soldiers have entered the city. Prime Minister, please make a decision as soon as possible!"

"Enter the city? How did they enter the city? The four city gates are guarded by us Jurchens. Even if the Mongols have internal support, it won't be of any use!" Du Ji Sizhong said angrily.

"I don't know either, but the Mongolian army did enter the city. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Ah! The Mongols actually have such a trick to deceive people?!"

Du Ji Sizhong doesn't trust anyone, and he can't help but trust his confidant Wu Gulun Qijin.

"Go! Protect me, go quickly!"

After all, he was the prime minister of the time, so Du Ji Sizhong quickly calmed down and made a decision.

Even 35,000 elite Jin soldiers were no match for the Mongolian army. Now there are only 11,000 soldiers in the city, and the Mongolian soldiers have already entered the city. There is no way the Wuyue Camp can hold on.

And the most important thing.

He must not die or be captured alive by the Mongols.

Firstly, he wanted to personally tell Wanyan Chengyu, another commander of the Jin Dynasty, that the Mongolian army's fighting power and hatred towards the Jurchens must be given enough attention.
Secondly, he is the Prime Minister of the Jin Dynasty!
The Wu Yue Camp is indeed very important, but the ordinary Jin soldiers don’t even know how to read, so how can they understand the strategic significance of the Wu Yue Camp?
In their view, the loss of Wu Yue Camp was just a loss of a solid fortress on the front line. The Jin Kingdom still had countless strong cities to rely on.

However, even a fool can understand what the Prime Minister means to the Jin Kingdom!
It is easy to imagine what kind of blow it would have on the morale of the Jin army of more than 300,000 if Du Ji Sizhong was captured or killed in battle.
So Du Ji Sizhong made a prompt decision and, under the protection of 500 personal soldiers, opened the west gate of Wu Yueying and rushed towards Fuzhou.

(End of this chapter)