Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 141 I knew I shouldn't have come~ (Bonus chapter for Silver Alliance Leader Nuanyang1314)

"This is nothing like revenge."

"Only by personally killing a Tartar can one truly avenge himself."

Lin Dao instructed, "Take him to have some porridge and give him a can of meat as a reward."

He gestured to the men, saying, "Arrange for these people, give each of them a servant."

"Those who dare not act will be disposed of directly. My grain will not feed waste."

One of the guards looked troubled and said, "General, we don't have enough bondservants."

"Then let's share one among several people! There should be enough arms and legs to go around, right?"

Lin Dao turned back onto his horse and said, "After taking stock of the supplies and people, register them, and take them all to Jining Prefecture to board the ship and return home."

He rode his horse to the outskirts of Yanzhou City, which was not far away, and gestured to an open space beside the official road.

"The heads are all gathered here to be cast into a mound of skulls."

As I rode into Yanzhou City, all I could see were armored soldiers stationed there, as well as auxiliary soldiers cleaning up the corpses.

There were so many corpses that they were practically everywhere.

There were men, women, young and old, some dressed in hemp cloth, some in silk and satin, and some in official robes and black robes.

In the massacre of a city, regardless of status or wealth, all met the same fate.

"Commander."

A guard stepped forward and reported, "Apart from the craftsmen, doctors, and beautiful women, everyone else in the city has been killed."

Lin Dao didn't speak, and rode his horse forward along the blood-stained roads in the city.

The roads and the houses on both sides were nothing short of hell on earth.

Lin Dao even saw the baby in swaddling clothes.

"When the Mongols massacred cities, they did not kill children who were no taller than a cartwheel."

"Those Tartars deserve to die!"

The heart of Yanzhou City was not the government office, but the Prince Lu's residence.

At this moment, the area in front of the Prince of Lu's mansion was piled high with corpses.

Lin Dao even saw several figures wearing python robes.

"The Prince of Lu, along with the princes of Leling, Yangxin, Dongyuan, Anqiu, and Ziyang, their families, and the officials of this city are all here."

Lin Dao didn't care about the deaths of these members of the Zhu Ming imperial family and court officials.

I hate them the most, for dragging the entire city's inhabitants down with them.

"Find some large carts."

“Drag them all outside the city and bury them in pits, so as not to cause a major epidemic.”

After saying this, Lin Dao was about to enter the Prince Lu's mansion.

"General!" The guards hurriedly stopped him, "There are still Tartars inside putting up a stubborn resistance."

"Ok?"

Lin Dao frowned. "It's been so long, and they still haven't eliminated them?"

The guard was somewhat embarrassed. "The Tartars inside are guarding the treasure vault of the Prince of Lu's mansion."

The Lu Prince's Mansion has accumulated a vast fortune of treasures, antiques, paintings, books, spices, and other valuables over two hundred years.

The Tartars who retreated here poured kerosene on these things and piled them with firewood, threatening the rebels to demand negotiations.

The soldiers were reluctant to part with the treasure, so they kept it there.

Lin Dao's face darkened. "Who's leading the team?"

He staggered forward to bow.

"Strip him of his armor." Lin Dao pointed his riding whip at the sergeant. "Send him to the military court."

They actually prioritized war over wealth.

I must have been blind to have promoted someone like that to be an officer.

Lin Dao demanded, "Where is the deputy commander?"

Immediately, soldiers stepped forward and saluted, "General, Hu Ping, Deputy Commander of the First Division of the Second Thousandth Headquarters of the Bing Battalion, pays his respects!"

"Take your men and charge in to slaughter all the Tartars!"

"Leader!"

Several hundred men from the First Division, led by Hu Ping, stormed into the Prince Lu's residence, carrying riot shields.

The sounds of fighting rang out, and large flames erupted inside the mansion.

Lin Dao also liked these valuables.

But he would never let the enemy army run rampant for the sake of wealth.

Eliminating the enemy's manpower is far more important than acquiring wealth.

Lin Dao dismounted and, surrounded by his guards, entered the Prince Lu's residence.

Abatai's main force was defeated too quickly, leaving the Tartars who remained in Yanzhou with no time to react or escape.

To make matters worse, the Tartars had previously launched a fierce attack on Yanzhou City, breaching all the city gates and damaging many parts of the city walls, making it impossible for them to defend the city to the death.

The Bing and Ding battalions charged in and quickly drove the remaining Tartars into the palace.

At this time, the guards stationed at the Prince's Palace were mainly composed of cavalry and infantrymen from the Plain Blue Banner.

The valuables they threatened to burn were all Abatai's spoils of war.

These Tartar soldiers, knowing they had no chance of survival, fought a desperate and resolute resistance.

They relied on the city walls, courtyards, and houses of the Prince of Lu's mansion to put up a desperate resistance, inflicting certain losses on Lin Dao's troops.

"Go and help."

Lin Dao instructed his guards, "Shoot those hiding in the houses with muskets."

"If you encounter a blocked door and can't climb over the wall, just push the wall down!"

Lin Dao dared not equip his troops with the firearms made by slave artisans during the Ming Dynasty.

Nobody knew when those muskets would explode.

The muskets currently in use are all crafted by artisans from Yonghe Time and Space, ensuring their quality.

The only drawback is that production is too low, and it is currently only used to equip the royal guard.

The guards, armed with muskets, stepped forward and fired several volleys of fire into the room.

No armor can withstand such close-range shooting.

After finishing the fight, he attached a triangular bayonet, rushed into the room, and started stabbing wildly.

The triangular bayonet, processed by a special industrial quenching machine, has a strong penetrating ability, enough to pierce through iron armor.

The remaining Tartars inside the house brandished their swords and axes in resistance, and the two sides instantly engaged in close combat.

Only heavy weapons like axes and hammers can harm armored soldiers.

Temushen of Zhenglan Banner has always been known for his martial prowess.

He had dodged several rounds of gunfire by lying on the ground.

Just as they got up, Ming soldiers (whom the Tartars always believed to be Ming soldiers) broke through the doors and windows and rushed in.

He didn't bother to pull his younger brother, who was lying on the ground, and charged forward to fight, brandishing his waist knife.

The Ming soldiers before us, with white feathers on their heads and white robes, were all wearing heavy armor.

Temuzhen's knife struck it, sending sparks flying. Two muskets came thrusting at him from the opposite side, and Temuzhen retreated sharply to dodge.

But the next moment, a Ming soldier saw a musket in his hand stab his younger brother, Sorodai, hard in the stomach.

The younger brother's screams drove Temushen mad.

He brought his younger brother, Yu Ding, here to make a fortune, but unexpectedly, it led to his brother's death.

"what!!!"

Enraged, Temuzhen lunged forward, brandishing his sword.

But the other side raised three muskets, and the sharp muskets pierced his body.

The musket was suddenly pulled away, and blood gushed from the wounds on Temuzhen's body.

The strength that once allowed him to fight off wild wolves was rapidly fading away.

He lay on the ground, next to his younger brother who was clutching his stomach and wailing.

Temushen instinctively reached out to comfort his younger brother.

But then a hammer came crashing down on his head.

Before losing consciousness, Temushen's last thought was...

'I wish I hadn't come~'

Fierce close-quarters combat broke out in several rooms within the Prince Lu's mansion.

Similar scenarios are commonplace.

Especially in the main hall, dozens of guards took turns firing.

The dense barrage of lead bullets shattered the doors and windows, pierced the armor of the Tartars inside, and tore their flesh and blood apart.

The guards immediately rushed into the hall, brandishing their muskets.

The surviving Tartars put up a fierce resistance.

Swords slashed and spears clashed.

The guards all wore stainless steel armor.

Its defensive capabilities are sufficient to protect it from all attacks except for those that cause a shockwave.

The Tartars were better and stronger, but they couldn't break through the defenses.

No matter how beautifully you wield your sword, it's useless if you can't cut through someone's armor.

"Cut down their guns and swords!"

A Tartar shouted a call to action, instructing the Ming army to first disable their weapons.

The knife struck the gun barrel, failing to sever the seamless steel pipe, but the immense force caused the musket to fall to the ground.

However, the next moment, the guards took the hammers hanging from their waists.

The Tartar swords couldn't hurt them, but when the guards swung their hammers, they broke bones and ruptured tendons, rendering the soldiers incapable of fighting.

Lin Dao's troops, equipped with superior weaponry, charged forward and forced the remaining Tartars into the cellar.

The entrance to the cellar was narrow, and with dozens of Tartars guarding the bottom, it was difficult to break in.

Lin Dao came over and took a look, then burst out laughing.

"Putting themselves into a dead end."

Fire attack, water attack, or
Lin Dao thought for a moment and instructed his guards, "Bring me my treasure pouch."

On his horse's back hung a treasure bag, filled with many interesting items he had purchased in South Africa.

The guards quickly brought the treasure pouch over.

He reached into his treasure pouch and took out two cylindrical objects.

"Flashbangs, tear gas."

In South Africa, as long as you have the money, you can get all sorts of good things.

He put away the flashbang and pulled the pin on the tear gas canister, then threw it into the cellar.

"Seal the lid!"

The cellar door was pressed down, and a violent coughing sound immediately came from below.

They waited until there was no more movement below before instructing the wooden plank to be opened.

After a brief respite, the guards covered their mouths and noses with damp towels, grabbed their swords, and rushed downstairs.

In the cellar, they cut off the heads of the Tartars and tied them to their belts.

After a thorough search to ensure no one had escaped, they finally emerged.

"Commander!"

A soldier reported that "a group of wounded Tartars have been found in the backyard."

This time, when the Tartars broke through the pass and marched south, many people along the way fell seriously ill.

There were also a number of wounded soldiers during the attack on Yanzhou City.

Abatai settled these people in the backyard of the Prince Lu's mansion and arranged for the beauties of the mansion to take care of them.

After the entire army collapsed, these wounded and sick soldiers had nowhere to run.

Arriving at a two-story pavilion in the backyard, they saw many corpses of female members of the royal family on the ground.

The screams of women could still be heard coming from inside.

Clearly, this was because the Tartars knew they could not escape, and they committed as much killing as possible.

The soldiers tried to rush in, but were blocked by the forest path.

"Bring firewood and set this building on fire!"

Almost all the firewood and vegetation in Shandong Province that could be used as fuel have been cut down.

In the woodshed of the Prince of Kelu's mansion, there were still mountains of firewood piled up.

The soldiers quickly gathered a large amount of firewood, piled it around the attic, poured kerosene on it, and set it on fire.

Wooden buildings are like that; they burn very quickly.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and raging flames engulfed the entire attic.

The screams and wails inside sounded like the wailing of ghosts from hell.

A figure engulfed in flames leaped out of a shattered window.

The guards instinctively raised their muskets to aim, but Lin Dao stopped them.

"No need."

"Just watch."

More and more firemen are jumping out.

They either stagger and walk with bared teeth and claws, or crawl and writhe on the ground like snakes.

The numerous armored soldiers around them all watched coldly.

The screams gradually subsided.

The fire people stopped struggling and lay motionless on the ground.

Only the crackling sound of the flames remained.

Leaving aside other places, within Yanzhou City alone, the tens of thousands of innocent souls who suffered the massacre are all watching now!

(End of this chapter)