Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

He didn't expect that the Mongolian general actually intended to kill him, the spokesperson of the true God.

"No, no, you can't kill me. I am the representative of this land and the messenger of the true God. If you kill me, the true God will blame you. He will bring great disasters to your country, such as landslides and tsunamis, and your sky will collapse." The Caliph said immediately.

"Hahaha! This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. If we kill you, our country will suffer natural disasters. If we kill you, the sky of our country will collapse. We have already attacked this city. Do you think this will be useful?" Zhang Dingxia smiled sarcastically and said to the Caliph in front of him.

Please, you still dare to threaten me at this time, and your threat is too rubbish, right? You have used this trick before I attacked your city, but it was your subordinates who spoke at that time.

"Why don't you face the reality? Great Caliph, go on your journey in peace, isn't it better to preserve your last dignity?
Do you have to kneel down and beg for mercy from your enemy like a clown?" Pearl Twig twisted her slender waist and came to the front of the Caliph, squatted down and said with a smile on her face.

Seeing the man whom she once only looked up to now in such a miserable state, she felt extremely happy.

Once upon a time, I was just one of the thousands of women in his harem. Once upon a time, I was given to someone else as a gift by him.

After using her beauty and various means to gain power, what she got in return was not freedom, nor equal rewards, but humiliation again and again.

She had become the King of Egypt through various means and efforts, but the Caliph kept sabotaging her affairs.

She went from being a queen admired by all Egyptians to a prisoner today, but the good news is that sometimes women are prisoners.

But if a man takes a fancy to her, her status will change drastically. Just like herself, no matter how low her status is in the future, she will be a concubine.

"You, you bitch, do you know what you are saying? I am the honorable Caliph, how dare you talk to me like that?" The Caliph looked at the pearl branch in front of him with extreme anger.

"Haha! I won't bother with you because you're dead." Pearl Twig said.

"Second Prince, how do you plan to execute him? According to the highest etiquette of our Mongolians, or according to the etiquette of our Han people?" asked a Han officer.

According to Mongolian etiquette, they wrapped the body in cowhide and then drove horses to trample it to death to prevent the blood from splashing.

If the Han people's method of granting death was followed, there would be three ways to deal with such a high-ranking official. The first was a dagger, the second was a bottle of poison, and the third was a three-foot white silk.

"Ha! How can these methods be worthy of the Caliph? They will lock him up with his treasure.

Then no food will be sent to that room, let him stay with his most beloved treasure, greet death, and then return to the embrace of their true God. "Zhang Dingxia said with a smile.

Originally he planned to give the caliph a poisoned wine so that he could die peacefully, but after seeing that he had collected so many precious silver and jewelry, Zhang Dingxia changed his mind.

When I was very young, my mother told me a fable, which was told to her by my father.

It is about a general who conquered the palace of an enemy country and saw gold and jewels everywhere in the palace. He then asked the king why he did not use the gold and jewels to recruit troops. The king's answer is basically the same as the Caliph's answer today.

In the end, the general's method of dealing with the problem was very simple. He locked the king up with his gold, silver and jewelry and let him starve to death along with his most beloved treasures.

When his mother told him this story, she originally wanted to teach him some principles of governing a country.

Tell him that sometimes money is not the most important thing. What you really need is an army loyal to you. Only when you have an army loyal to you, you have everything.

Therefore, Zhang Dingxia decided to give the Caliph a death like in a fable, and then let this story be passed down to warn the world and even his own descendants.

In fact, Zhang Dingxia didn’t know that the prototype characters in Zhang Yong’s story were actually the last caliph and Hulagu.

Due to various coincidences, this story, which was originally a fiction, was re-created in this way. (It should be noted that in history, the Caliph was wrapped in cowhide and trampled to death by the Mongols, using the highest Mongolian etiquette.)
"No! No! You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me, please, please." The Caliph suddenly knelt on the ground, yelling.

Locking himself up with his treasures was tantamount to starving himself to death. As the caliph, how could he accept such a shameful death?

"Second Prince! Isn't this too much? Otherwise, give him a glass of poisoned wine!" said a general of Khwarezm.

Although they had followed the young monarch, they still believed in the true God YSL. They felt a little bit uncomfortable with the execution of the Caliph, their real representative, in such an extreme way.

“Remember who you are loyal to now, and remember who you will be loyal to in the future?

I don't have that much stuff here, and I don't have that much nonsense.

You just need to obey orders. You know the fate of those who disobey orders." Zhang Dingxia snorted coldly and said.

These Khwarezmians should have become his own direct troops like the Mongolian army. After all, his mother was a princess of Khwarezm.

But now, Zhang Dingxia has changed his mind. It will take decades to make these people his own direct troops!
Even his own sons and grandsons can do this. Now, the only ones who can truly become his own direct descendants must be the Mongolian army and the Han army.

After conquering these countries in the future, we will immediately implement my father's plan and immigrate to these overseas regions. At least half of the people in these lands must be our own people, either Mongolians or Han Chinese, so that we can maintain our rule.

Now Zhang Dingxia finally understood why Genghis Khan massacred so many people during his first Western Expedition.

Because if you don't kill these people, your descendants will be overthrown by them. Your kindness will be cruel to your descendants. They will not forget your past invasions and massacres just because of your temporary kindness.

The Han soldiers and Mongolian soldiers nearby grabbed the Caliph with one hand without any nonsense, took him into the treasury, and sent the Caliph in.

In the next few days, the Caliph kept banging on the iron bars, begging for mercy, or cursing, madly cursing Zhang Dingxia, Mongolia, the Daqian Empire, and even Zhang Yong.

Begging for mercy and cursing were the ways the Caliph spent his first few days in prison.

After a few days, the Caliph's voice gradually weakened. In this room, there was no water or food, and the Caliph could only eat his own excrement.

Looking at the mountains of gold, silver and jewels and the magnificent palace, the Caliph cried out in extreme pain.

Anything picked up here could make a family live a rich and prosperous life outside, but now these things are of no use to me.

He once tried to bribe the soldiers guarding the gate with some gold to give him some food or even release him, but the soldiers guarding the gate simply ignored him.

The Caliph began to despair. He could no longer even eat his own urine or his own excrement!
On the seventh day, the Caliph was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy, his hands and feet were so weak that he could only lie on the ground.

Ten days later, when a foul smell was even coming from the treasury, the soldiers opened the cell and found that the caliph inside was already dead.

The caliph, who was originally a little fat, looked pale. His originally fat body, especially his belly, had now shrunk.

Her skin was dry and pale, a sign of severe dehydration. The Caliph's face was hideous and terrifying, and he exuded the stench of corpse.

During the more than half a month that the Caliph was imprisoned in the treasury, the Daqian Empire's westward expedition army gradually controlled the surrounding lands, completely occupied the city of Baghdad, and preserved the Palace of Wisdom according to Zhang Dingxia's order.

But he burned all the religious books inside, leaving only some academic books. Some religious books were of no use to him, on the contrary, they might even become a force against him, so Zhang Dingxia had to destroy them. "Second Prince! The caliph has starved to death. We have examined the body and there is nothing wrong with him." A Mongolian general came to Zhang Dingxia and said.

"Well! Let's go! Follow me to see the Caliph." Zhang Dingxia said.

My father taught me that no matter what the matter is, you must take a look at it with your own eyes, especially for certain people of very important identities. After they die, you must take a look at the body with your own eyes.

The Mongolian general nodded and took Zhang Dingxia to the outside of the palace. Under a piece of white cloth, a corpse was lying quietly.

Zhang Dingxia pinched his nose, walked forward and lifted the white cloth, looked at the body of the Caliph in front of him with a hideous face, pale skin, a look of pain and despair, and nodded silently.

"Second Prince, what should we do with this corpse?" asked the Mongolian captain.

"After all, he was the king of a country, and equivalent to the emperor of this country. We can cremate his body and scatter it on the ground in a circle around Baghdad." Zhang Dingxia said.

This caliph cannot have a tomb of his own, because if there is a purpose, then someone will come to worship him, and if someone comes to worship him, then someone will remember the caliph.

Some people remember that he was a threat to their own rule, and they wanted to completely wipe out everything about the Caliphate.

The Mongolian captain nodded, and immediately asked someone to carry the body away and then cremate it quickly.

"Pass on my order! All the descendants of the Caliph's family, all his brothers, and even those who are related to him by blood, as long as they are related by blood within three generations, will be killed, even if they are not in Baghdad." Zhang Dingxia said.

For the next two months, Zhang Dingxia continued to wait for the delivery of military rations from Khwarezm, and then rested the army and joined up with a new batch of European Crusaders.

Then prepare to start a war against the Ayyubid dynasty.

At this time in the east, Zhang Dingguan led his 100,000-man army back to the former Mongolian capital of Karakorum, the palace where his father lived before the Western Expedition.

After arriving here, part of the Mongolian army will continue to garrison, while the remaining Han army will follow them back to Dadu.

The journey lasted three and a half years, one and a half years were spent on traveling, and the remaining two years were basically spent on fighting.

He and his two brothers joined forces to destroy Kublai Khan's Khanate, and then he alone destroyed Batu's Golden Horde, conquered the northern Russian region, retook Hungary, and the Croatian Grand Duke who was planning to rebel, and renegotiated the alliance with the Eastern Roman Empire.

"Crown Prince! Would you like to keep me in Harahelin for a while?" asked a Han army general.

To be honest, these Han army generals missed their hometown very much. After all, they had been away from home for more than three and a half years.

"I know that the soldiers are eager to return home, but let's stay here for three days! Let's rest the army and replenish supplies and fresh water." Zhang Dingguan said.

"Yes, my Lord, I will pass on your order right away."

The Western Expedition Army soon entered Karakorum and then stationed in the military camp. Zhang Dingguan inspected the local work and then lived in the palace that once served as the Mongol Khan.

At this time in Dadu, Zhang Yong also learned the news that his eldest son was about to return.

The distance between Karakorum and his capital is such that if the army moves fast, it may arrive in one and a half months, and if it moves slowly, it may take two months. By then, he will have to organize all the civil and military officials in the court to go and welcome them.

This was his son's first Western Expedition and also a major victory. It was a feat of expanding the territory by destroying several Western countries after the establishment of the Daqian Empire.

That night, Zhang Yong invited Kublai Khan and Batu, who had been in the capital for almost half a year, to his palace. He planned to have a good drink with these two old friends to celebrate the victorious return of his eldest son.

"Kublai Khan! If you hadn't disobeyed me and launched a surprise attack on the Chakhotai Khanate, our Golden Horde wouldn't have ended up like this.

And your elder brother Mengge, if I hadn't been bewitched by him, I wouldn't have ended up like this today." Batu picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it, revealing a distressed expression.

"What's the use of saying this now? The good news is that you and I are still alive!" Kublai Khan picked up the wine on the table, took a sip and said.

"Hmph! I am different from you! I want to die on the battlefield like a warrior, not be a hostage here." Batu said.

After being forced to the capital city, Batu was very depressed and even wanted to commit suicide. However, when he thought of his family and the future of their Jochi family, he endured it.

After entering the capital city, Batu was sent to a luxuriously decorated government office. All the royal family members of the Golden Horde, whether concubines or princes, a total of thousands of people lived together in this big villa.

He had no worries about food and clothing every day, but Zhang Yong just refused to see him. He kept Badu away for three whole months before seeing him once.

That meeting was something Batu would never forget, but it also made him very angry and a little helpless.

Batu began to recall the day he met Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was very friendly to him, even personally pouring him wine, treating him to barbecue, and asking him how his life was going and whether he was OK, and telling him to let her know if he needed anything.

This attitude caught Batu off guard. He thought that after meeting Zhang Yong, the other party would humiliate him or even kill him, but he didn't expect that he would be so polite after meeting him.

Until now, Batu still clearly remembers Zhang Yong's words.

I know you are depressed, but am I not the same? I treated you well and helped you and your family many times, but how did you repay me?
As soon as this was said, Batu was speechless, not knowing how to answer. Yes! How to repay Zhang Yong?

When Zhang Yong led his first Western Expedition, he was extremely kind to his father and him, and even sent thousands of herdsmen away at will.

"You are not a member of my Golden Family, but you have stolen all the fruits of victory of the Golden Family. As a descendant of Genghis Khan, is it wrong for me to resist you?" This is what Batu asked at the time.

"Hahaha! Since I followed the Khan to start the rebellion, all the contributions I have made are obvious to all. Xixia's Xining Prefecture and Xiliang Prefecture were awarded to me by Genghis Khan.

That was because I had made contributions before the Western Expedition, defeating Jalaluddin, defeating the army of the Delhi Sultanate, providing food and grass to the army, defeating the Western Xia vanguard army, and even taking down the Western Xia Xuanhua Prefecture without bloodshed.

Great Khan Ogedei and I conquered Guanzhong together. During the attack on the Jin Dynasty, I also made great contributions and offered suggestions to capture Tongguan.

I conquered the Sichuan and Shu regions myself, and I also conquered the Tubo regions myself.

I was the one who conquered the Song and Dali kingdoms in the south. I was also the one who put down the rebellion of the Red Turbans in the Central Plains.

Everything I have now was earned with my own hands, and I never feel guilty towards anyone.

Without me, the Golden Family wouldn't be as prosperous as it is today." Zhang Yong said.

This made Batu speechless. The Mongols were not good at debates, and what Zhang Yong said was not wrong. (End of this chapter)