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

Chapter 10 Survival of the fittest, the strong survive and the weak die!

These cavalrymen had felt wrapped around the hooves of their horses and held pieces of wood in their mouths to ensure that no sound was made.

Each of them had a piece of white cloth tied on his left arm to distinguish between friend and foe in the dark.

They come for revenge!

They came here for wealth and glory!

They came here with the ambition of achieving great things!

"So be it!"

Temujin removed the wood chip he had been holding all night, urged his horse to Zhao Shuo's side, and said in a deep voice, "I won't say anything more. Ah Shuo, in this battle, you will be the vanguard, and Subuchitai and Alihai will be your deputies. Our success or failure depends on this! The Banjuni River is our witness, and we will share weal and woe!"

"understand!"

Zhao Shuo nodded to Temujin.

Originally, Temujin's most formidable general was his sworn brother, Weidar. Weidar had died in battle at Helan Zhenshatuo. Now, Zhao Shuo was the army's foremost general. In this decisive battle, he naturally had to lead the vanguard!
After Zhao Shuo agreed, he put the wood chip in his mouth again, urged his horse, and came to the front of the team.

Behind him were the most elite and hardy horses and cavalry of the time, galloping six hundred miles in one night with only a few dozen casualties. After a mere two quarters of an hour's rest, they were once again full of energy and brave enough to fight.

The days when this cavalry swept across the world began from this chaotic dawn!
"..."

In the twilight of dawn, five thousand six hundred elite cavalrymen galloped forward with minimal sound, like a ferocious beast in the darkness, rushing towards a bloody feast.

And Zhao Shuo is the fang of this ferocious beast!
Five miles!

Four miles!

Three miles!

We were getting closer and closer to the entrance of the Zhezheyundu Mountain Grand Canyon! In the distance, we could already see a few scattered white felt tents.

These felt tents were used by the prairie patrol horses and were located at the outermost edge of the military camp. The night watchmen lived inside, while the war horses were tied outside to guard against enemy surprise attacks.

However, it was obvious that after their great victory over Temujin, Wang Han's army had begun to slack off. It was not until the Mongol army rushed to the tents more than 200 steps away and felt the earth shaking that two scouts rubbed their sleepy eyes and walked out of the tent.

Whoosh!
Pfft!
As soon as the scout on the left showed his head, he was hit in the throat by a heavy arrow shot by Zhao Shuo, and fell backwards!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Pfft!
The two heavy arrows shot out by Shuchitai and Alihai almost simultaneously, one hitting the left arm of the sentry on the right, and the other hitting the chest of the sentry on the right. The sentry on the right also fell to the ground!
"what happened?"

"What happened?"

...The five scouts realized something was wrong and rushed out of the tent.

However, it was too late!

It happened so quickly that the Mongol vanguard was only 120 steps away from them!

Whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of heavy arrows were fired almost simultaneously, turning the five sentries into hedgehogs, and their bodies fell to the ground almost at the same time.

The twelve remaining sentries in the tent saw this and knew they were under heavy enemy attack, so they no longer dared to charge. They crouched down and rolled out of the tent, shouting, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

However, they only issued a few short warning sounds.

It's too late to say, then soon!
Boom~~
Five thousand six hundred elite cavalrymen rumbled past and trampled the twelve scout horses rolling on the ground into meat paste!
To be fair, the performance of these scout horses of the Kerait tribe was quite good.

After Wang Han defeated Temujin, the only people left on the vast grasslands were Wang Han's tribe in the east, the Naiman people in the west, the weaker Wanggu tribe in the south, and the barbarians in the jungle. Could the Naiman people cross thousands of miles to attack Wang Han? Would the Wanggu tribe have the guts to attack the Kerait royal court with its 20,000-strong garrison? Or would those barbarians have the courage to leave the jungle?

Why don’t the scouts slack off?
In the chaotic hours of dawn, when humans are most tired in the day, their alertness and responsiveness still reach this level, which is definitely beyond that of most elite troops in the world.

But not enough!
This is not enough!

Far from enough!

Because they are facing the most powerful force in the world!
Since the fall of the Uighur Empire two hundred years ago, the grassland has entered a jungle era without any rules and order.

If the upper-class Nayans (nobles) do not know how to be deceitful, treacherous, deceitful, and cruel and enslaving, they will be swallowed up by other Nayans (nobles) and their families will be destroyed.

If the lower-class tribesmen were not strong and brave, they would not be able to protect their wives, children, or even themselves! Women would be taken away and enjoyed at will, and men would become slaves!

After two hundred years of evolution, children on the grasslands, even at the age of one, still unable to speak, are accustomed to being carried on their mothers' backs, fleeing on galloping warhorses. Three-year-olds are already able to hold the reins in one hand and ride on ponies. By the age of four or five, they can ride horses and shoot prey with short bows. Without growing up, at just ten, they can kill enemies without blinking an eye. By the age of fifteen or sixteen, they are fully qualified warriors! A family with four or five such men could capture women as wives and men as slaves, achieving a renaissance!

Children who cannot adapt have no right to grow up to adulthood!
Men who are not strong enough can only become the lowest slaves and are not qualified to leave offspring!
Women who are not strong enough will also be unable to adapt to this cruel and dark world, die early, and are also not qualified to leave offspring!

More than two hundred years!
More than ten generations of natural selection and survival of the fittest!

Now, any woman on the grassland can bend a bow and kill people. Any man on the grassland is a brave and fierce warrior with skilled archery and horsemanship and a disregard for life!
The strength of Wang Han's Kerait tribe is evident!
Temujin's Mongolian tribe, in terms of average combat power, even surpassed other tribes on the grassland.

The Kerait tribe's territory was close to the Jin Dynasty, so they could obtain certain supplies through trade and looting. The Naimans were close to the Western Liao Dynasty, and they could also obtain certain supplies through trade with the Western Liao Dynasty.

The Mongolian tribe wanted to plunder and trade, but they could only do so with other grassland tribes!
Trade? What else did the impoverished and backward Mongolian tribe have besides horses, cattle and sheep? On the other hand, the most abundant thing for other grassland tribes was horses, cattle and sheep!
It can be said that if the Mongolian tribe had not been able to plunder enough property, they would have starved to death long ago!
If the Mongolian tribe cannot plunder women from other tribes on a large scale, their race will not be able to continue!
Therefore, the average combat power of the Mongolian tribe on the grassland is the strongest!
If Wang Han's Kerait tribe is the world's first-class elite, the Mongolian tribe is the only top-notch one!
The battle among masters is just a fight for the first line!
What's more, this is a battle between top-notch and first-class?
Now, Wang Han’s army’s slackness and carelessness, which were not considered slackness or negligence among other countries’ armies, caused them to fall into an endless abyss in the sneak attack of the Mongolian army!

(End of this chapter)