Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 139 Devastated
"Commander."

Looking at Lin Dao, who was riding leisurely on horseback, Liu Sandao finally couldn't help but speak up.

"The Jurchens, the Jurchens are not weak."

The commander-in-chief remained confident, as if he could win simply by charging in.

This greatly worried Liu Sandao, who came from Liaodong and had personally witnessed the Jurchens' formidable fighting power.

He genuinely didn't want the warlord who had given himself enough to eat to suffer a setback because he underestimated the Jurchens.

"you're right."

Lin Dao swayed his body, adjusting to a more comfortable sitting position. "I know they are not weak."

Having fought for decades, how could they possibly be the weak ones?

With Lin Dao's men around, who are novices who have only been trained for a few months, it would be extremely difficult for them to fight head-on.

But he remained confident, as if certain of victory.

"trust me."

Lin Dao turned his head and looked at Liu Sandao, "It won't be long before you can take revenge. When you get to the battlefield, you can cut down anyone you want."

"What I say, I will definitely do."

On the not-so-high earthen slope, Abatai put away his monocular telescope and sneered, "Another group coming to their deaths."

The guard, Dorodai, echoed, "What Your Highness says is true."

"Looking at their marching formations, they were loose and weak, like women."

"He's obviously a new recruit who hasn't been training for long."

The generals laughed heartily, their words revealing their contempt.

Sol and Nozema, officers of the Bordered Red Banner, advised, "Your Highness, let me charge."

He was merely a Zuo Ling (a military officer), yet he could speak to Abatai because he had received the title of Baturu personally bestowed by Huang Taiji.

This shows they are eager to claim the credit first.

"Not urgent."

The composed Abatai waved his hand and said, "This Ming army is somewhat different."

"Their equipment is excellent, and perhaps they have something different."

In their view, the ones who could come to the rescue of Yanzhou must be the Ming army, and they never considered that the other party might have another identity.

"It's just a bit more armor."

The generals all wore expressions of disdain. "They're just bringing us spoils of war."

Abatai, born out of wedlock, has always suffered oppression and contempt from his brothers.

Being afraid of being scolded or punished at any time has also cultivated a cautious and timid nature.

He always felt a heavy weight on his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

This is an intuition honed over many years on the battlefield.

He looked around irritably, then finally looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "Where did this strange bird come from? It's so noisy!"

The Jurchens deployed their troops in a standard military formation.

The infantry were in the middle, and the cavalry were on the flanks.

Their tactics have remained largely unchanged: infantry advance to break through enemy lines and rout the enemy, while cavalry quickly pursue and slaughter the fleeing soldiers.

Unlike those nomadic tribes that primarily relied on cavalry.

The main force of the Jurchens in battle was actually heavy infantry.

The drums thundered, and the flames of war raged.

The infantrymen from various banners gritted their teeth and withstood the powerful crossbow bolts, steadily approaching the rebel army's formation.

Training excellent archers is difficult, and there are almost none in Lin Dao's army.

He didn't use the poor-quality muskets; the main long-range firepower in the army was the crossbow.

In terms of lethality, it's quite good.

When the Jurchen heavy infantry were within a dozen or twenty paces, they shouted and threw their throwing axes and other weapons.

It then lunged forward with a low growl.

The rebels, wielding riot shields and thrusting their spears forward repeatedly, instantly intensified the battle.

On the command platform, Lin Dao lowered his head and operated the drone in his hand.

Drones equipped with cameras constantly patrolled the sky, carefully searching for Abatai's whereabouts.

On a massive battlefield, finding people is impossible; the only way is to find the flag.

Ultimately, Lin Dao identified a low mound.

The area was covered with flags, and armored soldiers on horseback came and went from time to time, presumably personal guards who delivered orders.

"This is it."

Having pinpointed the location, Lin Dao retrieved the reconnaissance drone.

A large flight case was opened.

"A few people are coming over."

Lin Dao called to his guards to help him "assemble this."

This is a large, modified drone.

In the modern world, when I was in South Africa, I asked local professionals to help with the modification and added a trigger fuse and conduit.

Lin Dao personally completed the debugging and launched the drone, which was loaded with more than ten kilograms of explosives, into the sky.

It flew over the hill and swooped down.

Abatai's heart was pounding more and more, and he was covered in sweat. He looked around frantically.

But all around him were his own people.

On the distant front lines, the valiant Eight Banner soldiers had already shaken the Ming army's lines.

It's impossible to tell where the danger is coming from.

Only when the buzzing sound came did I look up at the sky.

"What a big bird!"

Everyone around heard it and looked up.

Many people were amazed that there were such large birds.

"That strange bird is coming this way!"

Abatai shuddered and suddenly spurred his horse away.

The drone, hurtling down at high speed, crashed into a guard.

The next moment, it exploded with a deafening roar!

The violent explosion engulfed everything around it.

The billowing smoke and flames, along with countless dust fragments, scattered in all directions. The commotion was so great that even the soldiers fighting on the front lines instinctively looked over.

Abatai's flag has fallen; it's gone.

The Jurchen troops on all sides of the battlefield involuntarily became hesitant and confused.

Those nearby charged in on horseback in a frenzy.

Those who are far away want to find out what happened.

Is it centered, or a little off-center?

Lin Dao couldn't see clearly, but it didn't matter.

They found an open space and made everyone move aside.

His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared shortly afterward, he was already inside the cab of a hundred-ton mining truck.

Lin Dao rolled down the car window and shouted to his dumbfounded guards, "Those with muskets, climb up to the back of the truck!"

This miraculous scene drove Lin Dao's men to the brink of madness.

The commander is a god!
More than a hundred guards climbed onto the truck bed, where several iron plates were welded on for them to step on, allowing them to lean out and fire their guns.

"Liu Sandao".

Holding a walkie-talkie, Lin Dao instructed Liu Sandao, who was prostrate on the ground kowtowing to the Hundred-Ton King, to "Take the cavalry to the front and have the other formations clear a path to the left and right."

Liu Sandao picked up the walkie-talkie beside him to receive the order, and then leaped up and led his men onto their horses.

The 100-ton king started up, and the roaring engine sound made people's hearts tremble.

The troops in front quickly parted to make way.

After advancing a distance, they came face to face with the Jurchen troops.

The moment the 100-ton king appeared on the battlefield, the battle was essentially over.

The 100-ton king, after its second modification, has had its defensive capabilities further enhanced.

Unless it encounters a direct bombardment from the Red Coat Cannon, ordinary muskets and tiger crouching cannons are unlikely to pose a threat to it.

How could the Jurchens, who came to plunder, possibly be carrying heavy cannons?

Faced with the massive, hundred-ton behemoth that swept in, raising clouds of yellow dust, the Jurchen warriors were utterly dumbfounded.

Sol and No, who holds the title of Baturu, have already killed three enemy soldiers with their martial prowess.

His martial prowess and heroic spirit truly lived up to his title of Baturu.

But when he faced the hundred-ton king roaring down like a mountain, he was so shaken that he trembled and his mind went blank. He couldn't even take a step to dodge.

He could only watch helplessly as the hundred-ton king charged over, knocking him to the ground.

Following the wheels that were as big as a house, it rolled from foot to tail, forcibly merging the vehicle with the earth.

The roaring Hundred-Ton King rampaged through the Jurchen heavy infantry, smashing through their ranks with unstoppable force.

The guards, who were lying in the back of the truck, frantically fired their guns.

It's called firing guns, but it's really just adding sound and light effects.

It moves fast, turns frequently, and is constantly bumpy, so even a sharpshooter can't hit the target.

But the guards were unusually excited.

They were all beaming with excitement, shouting and yelling as they reloaded and fired their faith shots at will.

The commander-in-chief actually possesses such a divine object; it's as if a god has descended to earth!

With the commander-in-chief here, who can be our opponent?

The Jurchen's proud heavy infantry formation collapsed and scattered under the crushing impact of the Hundred-Ton King.

The morale of the rebels soared, and they turned back to charge and fight for heads.

Even a crushed head would be fought over, with people grabbing the money rat tail braid and cutting it off.

That's one hundred and fifty taels!

Seeing the army's formation crumble, and with the prince's fate unknown,

Jiala Zhangjing Tugerge gritted his teeth and led his cavalry in a counterattack against the behemoth, attempting to salvage the crumbling situation.

"it's useless."

Seeing this scene from the cockpit, Lin Dao drove the 100-ton King to meet it. "We've tried the Jie, Xianbei, and Xiongnu people, and their armored cavalry couldn't withstand it. You're even less capable."

The Eight Banners cavalry, experienced in battle, were not fools.

Instead of charging directly at it, they circled around it, trying to use their superior mobility to deal with the behemoth.

A barrage of heavy arrows came flying, clanging as they struck the carriage.

The huge tires were covered with arrows.

Even some of the guards in the wagon bed were accidentally shot.

But that's all.

With the engine power output increasing again, Lin Dao accelerated the vehicle and directly rammed into the cavalry.

Cavalry can run fast for a short time, but if the time is too long, they will be caught up.

First, it was knocked to the ground from behind, then the giant wheel crushed it, leaving a pile of flesh and blood.

Whether it's chainmail, cloth armor, mercury armor, or any other type of armor.

What kind of tall, magnificent horse is he riding?

The results are the same.

At most, it just makes the bumpy ride on the forest road feel different.

The Jurchens' morale suffered a devastating blow, and their military formations were utterly destroyed.

Faced with the massive attack by the rebel army, they quickly collapsed and scattered.

The fastest to flee were the various Mongol tribes that took advantage of the chaos to plunder.

They didn't even dare to return to their old camp, abandoning their looted spoils and fleeing frantically northward.

The mountain god has arrived.

If a mountain moves on its own, constantly crashing into things, where would the courage to fight back be found?

Lin Dao relentlessly pursued the Jurchen cavalry, chasing wherever there were the most cavalry.

Some, driven to desperation by the pursuit, turned around and charged forward, determined to fight to the death.

The result was just dyeing the 100-ton king, plus a little bumping.

Tugerg was chased all the way to the banks of the Yan River.

In his panic, he and the cavalrymen beside him spurred their horses and jumped into the river.

But he forgot that he was still wearing armor.

The Yan River flowed by, and its surging waves quickly swallowed up the wild boar hides.

As a series of bubbles rose to the surface, this group of wicked people were dragged into the abyss of hell.

(End of this chapter)