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

Chapter 92: Casting skulls into a forest, the punishment of the wooden donkey!
"Don't waste your energy." Zhao Shuo shook his head slightly and said, "Genghis Khan's will will not be changed casually. Your fate is already determined."

"Also, you'd better pray for your Jurchen compatriots." Zhao Shuo said with a cold look and a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.

Wanyan Chihu was already extremely upset and desperate, but he heard the cruelty in Zhao Shuo's tone and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Zhao Shuo looked down at him and smiled indifferently:
"Because your Jin envoy once made a bold statement. He said he would have me nailed to a wooden donkey like Ambahai Khan and his consort Anchen. He said he would turn my wife Hua Zheng into the lowest slave of the Jin nobles. He also said he would impale my son, Borjigin Zhao He, who is less than three years old, on a spear and parade him across the grasslands."

"I killed him with my own hands, but his words did anger me."

"Aren't you Jin people very crazy?"

"I have decided to single out all the Jurchen soldiers who resist during this expedition against the Jin."

Zhao Shuo paused here.

"Why pick them out?" Wanyan Chihu smelled the bloody atmosphere wafting from Zhao Shuo's words.

Zhao Shuo looked at Wanyan Chihu, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

"Pick them out, chop off their heads, and stick them on spears to make a forest of skulls! Do unto them what they have said."

"..."

Wanyan Chihu widened his eyes in disbelief, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"Don't your envoys like to show off their power with words? I am different from you. I like to take action." Zhao Shuo smiled indifferently.

Wanyan Chihu then realized that Zhao Shuo was not joking but telling the truth.

Realizing that his Jurchen soldiers were about to suffer such cruel revenge, he almost went mad and roared, "No! No! No! You can't do this! If you do this, it's too cruel. You will incur the wrath of Changshengtian! It will provoke endless resistance from the Jurchens!"

"A Jurchen rebellion? Ha! Kill the Jurchens! Avenge the deep blood feud with them! As for the wrath of Changshengtian... I believe Changshengtian won't be angry. After all, haven't you Jin people invaded the grasslands countless times, reducing the number of Mongols? Why hasn't Changshengtian shown his wrath?"

After a pause, Zhao Shuo continued, "Now, it's time for the Mongols to reduce the number of men on the Jin side!"

"..."

Wanyan Chihu opened his mouth, only to feel a dryness in his throat and dizziness in front of his eyes.

He had only one thought in his mind: This messenger is an idiot!

Wanyan Chihu was now speechless.

You can send an envoy if you want, and irritate the Mongols if you want, but why do you nail someone else's son-in-law to a wooden donkey?
Why threaten Zhao Shuo again?
Why are you threatening Zhao Shuo’s son again?
Now, all the blame has been put on all the Jurchens!
Wanyan Chihu had no idea of ​​the coincidence that had taken place.

He just found it difficult to understand.

He thought the emperor and the prime minister were both idiots.

Pushannatanchu, the son of the Right Prime Minister Pushanduan, is the living father of the fool.

Of course, Wanyan Chihu understood that it was useless to blame Pushanathan now, and it was even more useless to worry about the fate of his own people. He should think more about himself!

"Woo!"

His mind raced, and he was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

But how can this be possible?

"do not move!"

Heda Heibatuer, who was standing next to Wanyan Chihu, had already received instructions from Zhao Shuo to be on guard against this move.

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed. His two big hands were like iron pliers, tightly clamping Wanyan Chihu's mouth, not allowing his jaw to move at all.

The mocking expression on Zhao Shuo's face deepened. He said, "Wanyan Chihu, stop struggling in vain. I, Zhao Shuo, keep my word. I said I would nail you to death on the wooden donkey, and I will nail you to death on the wooden donkey without even a shred of compromise. Come here!"

"exist!"

"First, smash Wanyan Chihu's teeth one by one to prevent him from committing suicide. Then, let him ride on the wooden donkey."

"I'll do it! Prince Consort, let me do it!"

Zhao Shuo originally planned to let his personal guards do this job, but Bo Yaohe volunteered.

He wants to avenge his father Alawusi!
He wants to avenge his elder brother Bu Yan Xiban!
He wants to avenge nearly half of the men in the clan!
These people can all be seen as having died at the hands of Wanyan Chihu.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Shuo nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Prince Consort!"

Boyaohe picked up a small hammer and smashed Wanyan Chihu's teeth one by one.

After just five hits, Wanyan Chihu, with blood all over his mouth, fainted from the pain.

When the seventh bullet hit him, Wanyan Chihu woke up from the pain again!
In this way, he woke up and became dizzy again, as many as three times, before all twenty-nine of Wanyan Chihu's teeth were completely knocked out.

At this time, Wanyan Chihu fainted again.

After a basin of cold water was poured on him, Wanyan Chihu opened his eyes again.

Bo Yaohe planned to personally strip Wanyan Chihu's pants, press him on the wooden donkey, and personally hammer in eight long iron nails to connect him and the wooden donkey together.

This wooden donkey is two and a half meters tall and is carved to look lifelike. It has a stick on its back that is about thirty to forty centimeters long and as thick as an adult's forearm. It looks chilling. It was not made by the Mongols themselves, but was dismantled from the wooden donkey that the Jin people had nailed to hold the prince consort.

Now the wooden donkey had been reassembled and used on Wanyan Chihu. Boyaohe first ordered people to make a hanging frame, then tied Wanyan Chihu into the Guanyin sitting lotus position and hung him above the wooden donkey.

"This is your leader Wanyan Chihu!"

"The biological son of Jin Dynasty Prime Minister Wanyan Chengyu!"

"The murderer who killed countless warriors of our Wanggu tribe!"

"Look, look at them all!"

"This is what happened to him!"

"This is the fate of offending our Wanggu tribe, and even more so, the fate of angering Prince Consort Zhao Shuo and Genghis Khan!"

Bo Yaohe's face was full of hatred and joy. In front of all the Mongolian soldiers and Jin prisoners, he cut off Wanyan Chihu's pants with his own hands, and then cut the rope that was hanging Wanyan Chihu. Due to inertia, Wanyan Chihu was pierced by the wooden donkey!

"what--!"

Wanyan Chihu, an eight-foot-tall strong man, let out a miserable cry as painful as a ghost's.

He twisted and twitched in agony on the wooden donkey, emitting continuous trembling screams.

This made Bo Yaohe very happy. His face was full of ferocity and satisfaction. He used a hammer to hammer down eight long iron nails with his own hands, firmly nailing Wanyan Chihu's limbs to the wooden donkey.

Wanyan Chihu fainted from the pain.

……

This time, the Mongol army won a resounding victory, capturing over 5,000 cavalry and over 11,000 infantry, for a total of nearly 17,000 men. Thus, Wanyan Chihu was humiliated and nailed to the wooden donkey, letting the 17,000 captives witness his fate.

cool!

Boyaohe had thought countless times about how to deal with Wanyan Chihu if he could escape this time and capture him alive.

Death by a thousand cuts?

Dismembered by five horses?

Or learn the legendary punishment of burning people alive?

However, I never thought that I would take revenge on Wanyan Chihu in this way!
Breaking his teeth one by one may not be less painful than being cut into pieces.

This wooden donkey punishment can make Wanyan Chihu feel great pain both mentally and physically!
This pain would torture Wanyan Chihu for at least three days and three nights. No, it would torture him for seven days and seven nights!
Give him water and force-feed him yogurt!
Prolong his suffering to the maximum extent!

……

Of course, in addition to revenge on Wanyan Chihu, revenge must also be taken on other Jin troops that attacked Wusha Fort.

Soon, more than 8,000 Jurchens were selected from the captives.

That’s right, more than 8,000.

Even Zhao Shuo didn't expect that there would be so many Jurchens.

Thirty years ago, the Jin Dynasty court conducted a population census, which showed that the Jurchen population consisted of 600,000 households and the other population consisted of 3.6 million households.

Later, the population grew rapidly, and official Jin records now show over 6.8 million households and 45 million people. However, there were also a large number of hidden populations. For example, some Jin nobles had over a thousand slaves, which were not included in the statistics.

It is estimated that the total population of the Jin Dynasty is around 60 million, and even 70 million is not impossible.

But the population proportion should not change much, the Jurchens should account for between one-seventh and one-eighth of the national population.

Even if the Jin Dynasty valued the Jurchens, at most one-third of the army would be Jurchens.

Why is the proportion of Jurchens so high among the captives?

More than half!

There is only one explanation, that is, the troops led by Wanyan Chihu were all elite troops in the Jin army.

Is this the character of elite troops?
Zhao Shuo discovered that he had overestimated the fighting power of the Jin people.

Anyway, Zhao Shuo kept his word and picked out these Jurchen captives, selecting the 4,000 strongest ones, and incorporated them into the Baru Camp along with other captives.

The remaining 4,000 Jurchen soldiers became their "pledge of surrender".

All other captives, except for the two hundred old and weak ones selected by Zhao Shuo, must be killed.

Two or three people served one person, and they all took up daggers and stabbed them into the hearts of these "letters of surrender".

Then, they chopped off their heads and strung them together with sticks to form a jungle of skulls.

Zhao Shuo once promised Hua Zheng: I will use ten thousand golden dog heads and pierce them into a forest of skulls with spears.

Now, four thousand have been achieved, and only six thousand are left.

However, the cost of spears was too high, so wooden spears were used instead.

As for the two hundred weakest soldiers? Zhao Shuo released them and told them to return and tell the Jin army what they had seen. As for the soldiers of the Baru Camp, there was no turning back.

Anyway, the heads of more than 4,000 Jurchen captives, plus the blood and lives of more than 11,000 people who died in the war just now, were used to commemorate the two patriarchs of the Wanggu tribe, Alawusi and Buyan Xiban, as well as the two thousand souls of the Wanggu tribe.

(End of this chapter)