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

Chapter 62: Xixia collapses, a great victory

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"Poxijun, I didn't even last a quarter of an hour! Oh my God! What kind of enemy am I facing?"

At this moment, Li Chengzhen looked at the Black Cavalry as if he had seen a ghost!
His eyes were filled with shock and fear, and even his whole body felt cold!

Yes, the Poxi Army was a ranged force, not suited to close combat. But the problem was that the two sides were a full two hundred steps apart, which should have given the Poxi Army plenty of time to retreat into the infantry formation for protection.

However, the Black Knights came too quickly and acted too decisively.

The black horses under their crotches seemed to be the best horses picked out from a hundred.

Their murderous intent burst like a flood.

The Black Cavalry rushed forward as if they had met their mortal enemy, and wiped out all of the Poxi Army in a flash!
This kind of battlefield execution, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, really made Li Chengzhen feel terrified!
In fact, Li Chengzhen had no idea. It was mainly because the Poxi Army threatened Zhao Shuo's life.

The Mongol army had strict military law. If Zhao Shuo was killed by the Poxi army, all his personal guards would be beheaded. After that, it would depend on whether they could recover Zhao Shuo's body. If they did, their families would be reduced to slavery. If they didn't, their families would also be beheaded.

What’s more important is that being Zhao Shuo’s subordinate is really comfortable.

According to the Mongol system, soldiers not only received no military pay, but also had to provide their own horses, weapons, and supplies as they fought alongside the Khan. The only real gain was the distribution of spoils of war after victory.

In other words, they brought their own food and served Genghis Khan.

Although it is much better than the previous dark ages, it is definitely not very comfortable.

And what about Zhao Shuo's subordinates?
Both the armored cavalry and the tendon and feather armor were provided by Zhao Shuo.

All soldiers on leave from work will be paid their salaries.

If someone was killed or injured in battle, Zhao Shuo would provide a certain amount of compensation.

Not only that, Zhao Shuo outsourced a large amount of workshop work so that the soldiers' wives could also have some extra income.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Where can I find a master like Zhao Shuo?
There are severe punishments and generous rewards. How can these people not regard Zhao Shuo as their reborn parent?

Now, Poxi Jun wants Zhao Shuo to die, so if they allow Poxi Jun to live for more than one breath, it would be a betrayal of their conscience!
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Now that the Poxi army had been wiped out, Li Chengzhen no longer had any hope for today's battle.

He bowed deeply to Deputy Marshal Yehuo Huaiyuan: "Deputy Marshal Yehuo, please!"

"I am willing to die for your Majesty, for the Marshal!"

After saying this, he took the initiative to exchange armor with Li Chengzhen and continued to command on the platform.

Li Chengzhen led the remaining 8,000 light cavalry and 1,400 Iron Harriers and rushed towards the rear.

The remaining infantry, commanded by Yehu Huaiyuan, made a final resistance to buy time for Li Chengzhen to escape.

Of course, it won't last too long.

As soon as the light cavalry retreated, some people realized that something was wrong, and the morale of the Western Xia infantry began to waver greatly.

Zhao Shuo took the opportunity to lead his army and completely wiped out the small formation of 6,000 elite infantrymen. He also easily learned that the current commander was Deputy Commander Yehuo Huaiyuan, and that Commander Li Chengzhen had already fled.

"Li Chengzhen ran away!"

"Li Chengzhen ran away!"

"Surrender and you won't be killed! Surrender quickly!"

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Zhao Shuo led more than 10,000 soldiers and joined Hasar's attack on the 30,000 infantry army.

With the shouts, the last Xixia infantry formation quickly collapsed!
The outcome of this battle was undoubtedly extremely brilliant.

After returning to the camp, Zhao Shuo had just taken off his armor and washed the blood off his body with cold water. He was about to listen to Gerile's report on the casualties and battlefield spoils of the battle when old man Wusun sent someone to invite him to the wounded camp.

The Injured Battalion was originally run by a mere centurion, as the soldiers' survival depended entirely on fate and had little to do with the Injured Battalion. However, after Zhao Shuo invented various effective medicines to treat the wounded, the status of the Injured Battalion rapidly improved.

Now, the director of the wounded camp is Zhao Shuo himself.

The person in charge of the daily work of the wounded camp is old man Wusun.

Wusun Lao Ren was also a hereditary thousand households, but he was not a Mongolian general, but a shaman priest like the all-knowing wizards Kokochu and Khorchi. At the beginning, Wusun Lao Ren and Khorchi took the initiative to surrender to Temujin.

However, although he worked diligently in front of Temujin, he did not have the same great merit as Huoerchi who predicted that Temujin would become the Great Khan. Therefore, after the founding of the country, he was only granted the hereditary title of a thousand households.

After the death of the all-knowing wizard Kokochu, Temujin appointed Wusun, the old man, to take over Kokochu's position. Wusun was a loyal and honest man who would not threaten Temujin's position like Kokochu did. He also took the initiative to call on all shamans to learn the "medicine skills bestowed by Changshengtian".

Temujin simply asked him and Zhao Shuo to manage all the doctors in the Mongol Empire and be in charge of the wounded camp.

Zhao Shuo is in charge of the overall work, and old man Wusun is responsible for daily work.

Zhao Shuo came to the wounded camp. He thought that old man Wusun was feeling stressed so he asked him to come and see him.

"Actually, we're not under much pressure." Elder Wusun accompanied Zhao Shuo on an inspection of the sick and wounded camp while saying, "So far, our sick and wounded camp has gathered 69 shamans, 57 Christian pastors, 43 Xixia doctors, and 209 apprentices. That's 378 people in total.

In this battle, only 1,356 warriors were carried into the wounded camp, which was completely manageable. They were all treated according to the "rules" set by the prince consort, and then the wizards and priests prayed for them. I believe most of them will recover.

Zhao Shuo warned, "The regulations must be strictly enforced. Although on the surface, many of the details of these regulations may seem a bit cumbersome, they are intended to minimize infection and increase the chances of survival for the soldiers."

"I understand. I will personally lead the supervision and we dare not slack off. For example, the Prince Consort stipulated that we wash our hands three times before the operation. They cannot wash less than once."

"I can rest assured that."

"Uh..." Old man Wusun hesitated to speak.

Zhao Shuo said, "What else is there? Elder Wusun, please feel free to speak."

"I really don't know whether I should tell you." Old Man Wusun said, "It's not a big deal. The wounded camp is now fully capable of treating our own wounded. And there are also many wounded among those Xixia captives. Should we treat them?"

Ordinary grassland people would never consider such things.

Not killing the wounded enemy soldiers with a single blow is already a great favor. Treating their wounds? Wishful thinking! Just hold on!
But as a shaman priest, Wusun knew very well the value of life, and he was also a well-known honest man. It would be really hard for him to watch a dying life without saving it.

"The wounded captives?" Zhao Shuo thought for a moment and said, "Let's get ten doctors to go over there and take a look."

"Alright."

Zhao Shuo and Old Man Wusun took dozens of attendants and ten doctors to the prisoner camp.

The so-called prisoner camp was actually just a large open space divided into more than 20 areas by the Mongolian army. Between each area were fully armed Mongolian soldiers on guard.

All the prisoners and wounded, about four to five thousand in number, were gathered in the same open space. Most of them lay in a mess, their wails incessant. Even in the open air, the faint smell of blood still wafted into their nostrils.

"Quiet!"

An attendant who understood Tangut language came forward and said loudly, "This is Zhao Shuo, the consort of the Mongol Empire, and this is Wusun, the old man of the Mongol Empire. These two nobles have come to see you. Why don't you stand up and greet them?"

"Meet the Prince Consort, meet the Wizard of Heaven!"

Most of the wounded who could still stand struggled to their feet and greeted the two Mongolian nobles. After all, the lives of even the strongest men, let alone the wounded, depended on the Mongols' whims.

"No need to be polite. If you need to sit, sit. If you need to lie down, lie down." Zhao Shuo ordered.

"Thank you, Prince Consort."

The wounded soldiers were either lying or sitting, trying hard not to groan, and the scene was completely silent.

Zhao Shuo thought for a moment and said to Elder Wusun, "It's completely impossible to treat all of these people. We don't have enough manpower or medicine. Besides, the field hospital should focus on treating our own people. If there is spare capacity, we can also treat the wounded prisoners."

"What does Prince Consort mean?"

"You can categorize these people into those with minor injuries and those with serious injuries. The minor injuries are those that can definitely be cured with simple treatment and some rest. The rest are those with serious injuries."

Elder Wusun said, "In other words, we should prioritize treating the lightly injured, and then decide whether to treat the seriously injured or not?"

"How can it be so cheap?" Zhao Shuo smiled and said, "Too much medicine is wasted on the seriously injured. Even if they are saved, they still need to be well cared for. It's a waste of food. It's not cost-effective."

When Old Man Wusun heard this, he understood what Zhao Shuo meant, which was that anyone who was "seriously injured" would not be treated.

"Yes."

Old Man Wusun nodded.

Soon, everyone followed the order, assessed the severity of the wounded, and arranged the lightly wounded together and the seriously wounded together.

This lasted for about half an hour, and the wounded soldiers probably figured out what was going on.

"Prince consort! Wizard! Save me! Heal my wounds! I am useful! I am willing to serve Mongolia, I am useful to Mongolia!" At the critical moment of life and death, a wounded soldier ignored the pain of his injury and shouted in Chinese with his neck stretched.

(End of this chapter)