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

Chapter 119: Goddess of War by Day, Goddess of War by Night...

"very good!"

Zhao Shuo dismounted, personally helped Yang Miaozhen up, and stood side by side with the Valkyrie.

He said loudly, "To celebrate today's joy! I declare that everyone will be given 500 coins, and there will be no limit on wine and meat. Everyone, eat and drink as much as you want, and don't leave until you are drunk!"

"Thank you, Prince Consort, for the reward!"

"Long live the Prince Consort!"

"I am willing to die for your majesty!"

Cheers suddenly surged like a tsunami!

……

Who wouldn’t be happy about giving out bonuses?

Wine and meat were rare in those days. Not to mention the hard-working Red Coat Army, even the grassland soldiers could only eat and drink to their heart's content after every great victory.

And the most important thing is peace!

It is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in chaos!
Are the Red Turbans really that willing to revolt? Isn't that the only way out?

The Song Dynasty "made it difficult for southerners to return and northerners to return north", and ceded the people of Shandong to the Jin Dynasty for nearly a hundred years. What should the common people do?
At the beginning of the Jin Dynasty, those greedy Jurchen nobles, in order to gain wealth and enjoyment, directly plundered countless Shandong people and sold them as slaves for no reason, and the people endured it.

In the middle period of the Jin Dynasty, a large number of Jurchen "planters" were migrated to the interior. Not only did they plunder tens of millions of acres of land in Shandong, but they also took the people's oxen and horses to give to the Jurchen "planters" for farming. The people endured it again.

But the Jin Dynasty absolutely shouldn't have continued to exploit the already destitute people. The only male in the family was drafted into the army. The elderly, weak, and corrupt scholars in the family continued to bear the heavy burden of taxes. This was a complete and utter denial of life!

How could the people continue to endure this? Finally, the Red Turban Rebellion broke out.

Let’s resolve the century-long hatred today!
Wherever the Red Turbans marched, no Jurchen man or woman, old or weak, women or children, escaped unscathed. Unsatisfied with their hatred, the common people dug up Jurchen graves, opened coffins, mutilated corpses, and scattered their bones and ashes, determined to wipe out every trace of the Jurchens from this land!
It has to be said that their hatred for the Jurchens is ten or even a hundred times greater than that for the Mongols!
However, the Jurchens were not to be trifled with, and they mobilized a large army to suppress the Red Turbans and take even more brutal revenge on them.

After a full ten years, both sides were exhausted and corpses were everywhere!
Now, the Jurchens in Shandong have been completely eradicated by the combined efforts of the Mongol and Red Turban armies, and a century of hatred has been completely resolved. Most of the Red Turban soldiers long to return home to their wives and children and live a warm and comfortable life.

A small number of men who are accustomed to fighting can join the Eight Banners Army.

Soon, two thousand large cauldrons were set up outside Jinan. Large carts were pulled out of the city, laden with fine wine, vegetables, and bread. Nearly twenty thousand pigs and sheep were also driven out of the city to be slaughtered and cooked immediately.

Soon, bursts of fragrance wafted from the military camp.

The soldiers drank wine and ate meat, celebrating the peace and congratulating Zhao Shuo and Yang Miaozhen on their happy day. They drank from noon to night and were in great joy.

Yes, it’s a big day.

Zhao Shuo originally thought that he would marry Yang Miaozhen after a few days when everything was ready.

Who would have known that the Red Turban Army had already prepared all the items for the wedding, and with just one order, the military camp became a festive wedding scene.

Since the Red Coat Army had already done this, Zhao Shuo naturally had no objection. He therefore agreed to get married that day and spend the bridal chamber that night.

During the day, Zhao Shuo patrolled the military camps to see what the soldiers ate and drank, accepted their congratulations, and even had a few drinks when he was happy.

What is an excellent commander?
“Take off your clothes and give them clothes, push your food and give it to them to eat” is, of course, an exaggeration.

However, it is very necessary to let the soldiers see you, get used to your existence, and get used to your command.

Whose food are you eating?

Whose clothes are you wearing?

Who are you fighting for?

It's the familiar figure that everyone often sees.

In this way, the commander-in-chief can control his army at will.

One or two performances will not have much effect; it requires years of hard work.

Zhao Shuo's prestige among the Eight Banners of the Han Army accumulated bit by bit, becoming more and more deeply rooted and indestructible.

It was not until the first watch of the night that Zhao Shuo returned to the prefectural government office in Jinan City.

This is where his central army is located.

The master bedroom in the back hall of the prefectural government office is his bridal chamber tonight.

The candles were burning brightly, and the twenty-year-old Valkyrie Yang Miaozhen had been waiting for him for a long time.

She was tall, but not slender, with a full chest, probably from being bound in her armor during the day. Her shoulders were straight, her neck long, and her skin looked exceptionally fair in the candlelight, as if enveloped in a soft halo.

Her head was covered with a red cloth, the edges of which rose and fell gently with her breathing.

Yang Miaozhen had a keen sense of hearing, so she naturally heard the footsteps of Zhao Shuo entering the room.

She was a seldom-matched warrior on the battlefield, and she had never been nervous even when facing thousands of troops or the Jurchens' Iron Pagoda. But now, her heart was in turmoil and her breathing was a little short.

Zhao Shuo saw that her slender fingers were exposed from her wide cuffs. They were originally placed quietly on her knees, but now they were tightly grasping the bright red wedding dress.

Seeing this, Zhao Shuo's mouth corners slightly raised.

It seems that even the beautiful Valkyrie can be nervous and shy.

Zhao Shuo didn't say anything. He walked a few steps closer, reached out, pinched a corner of the red cloth, and gently lifted it up.

Suddenly, Yang Miaozhen's face was revealed. Her skin was fair and flawless, her eyebrows were long and thin, and the tips of her eyebrows were slightly raised. Her eyes were large and deep, with the corners slightly raised, and she had a hint of coldness. However, at this moment, this coldness melted away under the red candlelight, and instead she seemed to have a certain charm that other women did not have.

Yang Miaozhen has a high and straight nose and a distinct chin line, but her lips are relatively full. Although she is not wearing rouge, her lips still look rosy and attractive.

Zhao Shuo reached out and hooked her chin, tilting her face upwards. Her skin felt soft and delicate. Yang Miaozhen's chest rose and fell. She didn't shy away, but obeyed Zhao Shuo. Their eyes met.

Looking down at Yang Miaozhen's eyes, Zhao Shuo found it very interesting.

The goddess of war and the cold-blooded heroine general during the day was now wearing her wedding dress, sitting by the bed, nervously waiting for his favor.

This sense of contrast has a special appeal.

Zhao Shuo hooked Yang Miaozhen's chin with his index finger, and moved his thumb to Yang Miaozhen's red lips, stroking them a few times.

The rise and fall of Yang Miaozhen's chest with breathing became more and more obvious. Gradually, she dared not look Zhao Shuo in the eye anymore. She lowered her eyes, and a barely noticeable pink appeared on her cheeks.

Zhao Shuo smiled and leaned towards her cherry lips.

"Hmm~"

An inexplicable feeling spread throughout Yang Miaozhen's body like an electric current. Her body stiffened and then became hot.

Zhao Shuo found her reaction even more amusing. He laughed twice and picked her up by the waist.

The red candle flickered, and Yang Miaozhen's martial arts were useless in this situation. She could only let Zhao Shuo do whatever he wanted.

……

At the same time, seven thousand miles away from Jinan City, there was Husiwoerduo City.

This was originally the capital of the Western Liao Dynasty. After Qu Chulug usurped the throne, he felt that there were too many people loyal to the former Western Liao royal family in the city, so he moved the capital to Kashgar. However, Qu Chulug had already returned here with an army of 20,000 and had been here for half a month.

Because Jochi, Jebe and Subutai led 30,000 Mongolian troops to attack Western Liao, won victory after victory, and captured Kashgar.

If Qu Chulug didn't defend this city with his remaining troops, where else could he go?

Thirty thousand Mongolian troops followed closely behind and surrounded the city of Husiwoerduo.

According to the estimates of Subuchi and others, this city will be captured in ten days!
The next step was to pursue the enemy northward and completely destroy the Liao Kingdom. They would not return until Qu Chulü was either captured or killed.

However, at this moment, an uninvited guest arrived at the Mongol camp. He was a young man in his twenties, his left arm bound with a thick layer of plain linen. The blood from the wound had dried and turned black, leaving a large stain on the fabric. His lips were chapped, and his face was covered in fatigue. His bloodshot eyes suddenly lifted, a glint of hatred and resentment flashing through them.

The golden medal he held in his hand indicated his identity, and he knelt on one knee to salute Subuchi.

"Prince Consort Zhao Shuo arrives, and Xin Lu, the special envoy to the Khwarezmian caravan, greets the Grand Prince!"

"A Shuo's subordinates?" Jochi stood up from his seat and helped Xinlu up. His brows knitted slightly, a look of confusion and solemnity in his eyes. "Hurry up! But my Anda sent you here? Who hurt you like this?"

"I wasn't sent by the Prince Consort. I came here specifically to tell the eldest prince the news," Xin Lu said anxiously. "Hurry up, eldest prince! Khwarezm and the Mongols have fallen out. Khwarezm's Sultan Muhammad and Crown Prince Jalaluddin have already led 100,000 of Khwarezm's most elite troops and are now behind us. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

"What? Khwarezm? Isn't Khwarezm the mortal enemy of Qubilai Khan? Why should we help Qubilai Khan?" Jochi frowned even deeper, his heart in knots.

You have to know that for nearly a hundred years, Khwarezm had been at war almost every day. They fought against the Western Liao Dynasty, they fought against the Seljuks who almost destroyed Persia, they fought against the Ghaznavid Empire in Afghanistan, they fought against the Abbasid Empire in Persia...

Today, Khwarezm encompasses the entire Transoxiana region, most of Afghanistan and almost all of Persia, and is truly a great power in the world.

The Mongol army had been fighting in Western Liao for over six months and was already exhausted. They were certainly more than capable of dealing with Qubilai. However, with Khwarezm's ruler, Muhammad, personally leading 100,000 elite Khwarezmian troops, the situation was far too dangerous for the 30,000 Mongol troops.

Xin Yu knew he had to explain the matter clearly, so he asked, "Prince, are you aware of the incident last year when an envoy from Khwarezm came to see Genghis Khan?"

"I know." Subuchi nodded.

To the west of Western Liao was Khwarezm. Jochi led an army of 30,000 to attack Western Liao, and of course he had to keep an eye on Khwarezm's movements. Genghis Khan would also promptly inform Jochi of any news of Khwarezm.

Temujin, overjoyed to see the envoys from the Western powers, wrote a reply to Muhammad, the ruler of Khwarezm. He stated, "I know your power and the vastness of your realm. I know you rule over a vast expanse of land, and I sincerely wish to establish friendly relations with you. I regard you as my own son. You should know that I have conquered China and made its northern capital, the Turkic people, subject to it. You should understand that our warriors are as numerous as ants, and our wealth as abundant as silver mines. We have no need to covet the territories of others. I hope that our subjects can trade with each other, as our interests are the same."

Jochi said, "My father, the Khan, is willing to treat Muhammad as his son. What an honor this is! Muhammad should not be an enemy of us Mongols."

Xin Yu said: "However, Muhammad was the most powerful monarch in the history of Khwarezm. Even the Caliph in Baghdad had to bow down to him. What Genghis Khan said in the letter was a humiliation to him.

After reading the letter, Muhammad said: "My country is vast, as you know. How dare you call me your son? What are their captives? How many soldiers do they have?"

Well, Muhammad's words, translated into modern language, means: Who do you think you are, Temujin? How many soldiers do you have? How dare you ask me to be your son?
"Be bold!"

Upon hearing this, Jochi flew into a rage and said, "My father Khan treated Muhammad so badly, and it would be fine if he didn't show any gratitude, but he's even repaying kindness with hatred. Does he really think Khwarezm's reign is too long?"

Jebe, however, was much calmer than Jochi and said, "Muhammad was one of the wisest rulers in Khwarezm's history. Just because of this incident, he sent a large army to help Qubilai and to fight against our Mongol army?"

"That's not all." Xin Lu gritted his teeth and said, "Muhammad also coveted the wealth of our Mongol caravans. Originally, all goods from the East had to pass through Khwarezm. Khwarezmian merchants bought goods from the East and resold them in the West, making several times the profit.

But now, our Mongol caravans have penetrated deep into Persia and are able to trade directly with merchants from the West. The Khwarazmians are very dissatisfied with this."

Subuqi said, "If Muhammad is dissatisfied, he can impose heavy taxes!"

"How can heavy taxes be as fast as robbery?" Xin Lu said, "At Muhammad's command, all Mongol caravans in Khwarezm were executed and all their property confiscated. Fortunately, I had some secret agents in Khwarezm, so I got the news in time and escaped."

Thinking of his companions who had died tragically at the hands of Khwarazm, Xin Ru's heart ached, his eyes reddened. He said, "I had originally wanted to return to the Central Plains myself and ask my husband to avenge us. However, at this moment, I suddenly learned of the Khwarazmians' new movements."

"The Khwarazmians are colluding with Kuchlug?"

"Yes! Qubilai is at the end of his rope and is willing to change his faith and submit to Muhammad. Muhammad is leading an army of 100,000 to cut off the rear of our Mongolian army and is determined to annihilate our 30,000-strong army here! Then, he will march eastward to seize the immense wealth of Mongolia! Prince, withdraw your troops quickly! Otherwise it will be too late!" Xin Lu said anxiously.

This matter is still related to Zhao Shuo's butterfly effect.

In the history before Zhao Shuo traveled through time, the Khwarezmians were just arrogant and destroyed the Mongolian caravans and robbed the Mongolian property.

However, the Mongols were now too rich, and the huge profits from liquor, cotton cloth, glassware, and especially glass mirrors really made the Khwarezmians jealous.

Muhammad directly dispatched troops, intending to swallow up the 30,000 troops under Jochi, and even destroy the Mongolian Empire!
"go!"

Subuchi made the decision immediately.

Thirty thousand Mongolian troops broke camp overnight and retreated to the east.

However, despite Xin Yu's report, it was too late to retreat.

Qubilai was well prepared and took the opportunity to leave the city and attack the Mongolian army's rear.

The Khwarezmian army surrounded and intercepted them from the front and fought with Jochi and others.

Although the Mongolian army was brave, they still suffered heavy casualties due to the enemy's four times greater strength.

By the time Subuchi and his men retreated to Kashgar, more than 3,000 grassland warriors were killed or wounded, including a hereditary centurion.

Three thousand people!

Add to that the Mongolian caravans that died at the hands of the Khwarezmians!
This is a big defeat.

"Send a message to Father Khan immediately!"

After counting the losses, Jochi gritted his teeth and said, "Muhammad is so ruthless that he launched a surprise attack on our Mongolian army, killing and wounding three thousand of our warriors. I ask my father, the Khan, to dispatch troops to avenge the fallen warriors and merchants and make the Khwarezmians pay for their blood debt with blood!"

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Ten days later, outside the city of Jinan.

"My loyal and brave Eight Banners soldiers!"

Zhao Shuo stood on the reviewing platform and looked at the Eight Banners soldiers below.

Guo Baoyu, the commander of the Zhenghong Banner!
Zhang Rou, the commander of the Zhenglan Banner!

Tian Ni, the Chief Secretary of the Plain Yellow Banner!
The commander of the Black Banner is very strict!

Dong Jun, the commander of the Red Banner!

Zhang Fu, the commander of the Bordered Blue Banner!

Miao Daorun, the commander of the Bordered Yellow Banner!
Yang An'er, the commander of the Bordered Black Banner!
Now, the reorganization of the Eight Banners Army has been completed, and each banner has a full staff of 10,000 people.

Only two thousand households were left in each of the Zhenghong Banner, Zhenglan Banner, Zhenghuang Banner and Zhenghei Banner, and one thousand households were left in the three states of Fuchang and Huan, so there were a total of 73,000 soldiers under the reviewing platform.

Not to mention the original Eight Banners soldiers.

The newly formed Eight Banners soldiers were selected from the Hebei and Shandong armies, one in ten, and each one was also elite.

Zhao Shuo now has a powerful army composed of pure Han people!
He said loudly, "Today, the eight banners of the Han army under my command have been formed. However, this is not the end. In the future, each banner will have 20,000 households, 30,000 households, and even 40,000, 450,000 households. Thousand-household households will still have the opportunity to be promoted to ten thousand households, and ten thousand households can be promoted to flag masters."

"As long as you achieve military merit, I will reward you generously!"

"You can definitely use the swords and guns in your hands to fight for great wealth and honor, and give your wife and children a good life!"

Seventy-three thousand soldiers bowed with great respect and said, "We are willing to die for your Majesty!"

Generous treatment!
Adequate logistics!
Armed to the teeth!

Equally powerful comrades!
The invincible commander who is invincible and victorious in every battle!
The total number of people is as high as 80,000!
This was a powerful army that the Han people had never possessed since the end of the Tang Dynasty.

The Eight Banners soldiers now know what kind of strength they have. Fame and honor can be achieved on horseback, and they will use their swords and guns to fight for their own wealth and glory!

All 73,000 soldiers were filled with heroic spirit and eager to try.

At this moment.

Wow~~
With a burst of rapid sounds of imperial bells, a fast horse rushed towards the command platform like lightning.

The man on horseback was wearing a red and white robe with golden lightning patterns embroidered on the shoulder straps and three bright feathers on his hat. He was Genghis Khan's fast-arrow cavalry.

He galloped along, shouting, "Genghis Khan has issued an order! Please hurry to Zhongdu, there's something important to discuss!"

(End of this chapter)