Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 165 The Battle of Dongchang Prefecture (Part 2) (Bonus Chapter by Silver Alliance Leader Nuanyang1314)

"kill!"

The rebel swordsmen swung their iron hammers and struck a Tartar infantryman on the shoulder.

With a single blow, he shattered the shoulder blade.

Amidst the sound of bones shattering, the armored figure howled and staggered to the ground.

The swordsman rushed forward and slammed his hammer into the face of the infantryman once more.

As soon as he straightened up, a long-handled broadsword came slashing down with a sharp whistling sound, severing his head head-on.

The infantryman, clad in Plain White Banner armor, sheathed his long-handled broadsword, only to be met by three piercing spears with goose-wing-shaped piercing patterns, thrusting towards him simultaneously.

He twisted to dodge two spears, but a third spear, its sharp tip piercing through his thick armor and embedding itself in his waist.

The rebel spearmen suddenly spun their spears and pulled them back with all their might!
Anyone who has had kidney stones knows how unbearable the pain in that area can be, making one feel like they are dying.

The Plain White Banner infantryman, whose entire kidney had been destroyed, fainted on the spot from the pain!

He collapsed to the ground, a large mass of blood mixed with fragments flowing out.

Large feet trampled over his body and continued onward.

The battle entered its most intense phase, with both sides engaging in full-scale close-quarters combat.

At this point, it comes down to equipment, morale, courage, and stamina.

"dash forward!"

"rush!"

The Tatar banner leaders, blinded by bloodlust, no longer showed the same enthusiasm when facing the various Mongol tribes.

It's almost as if they're holding a knife to the necks of these Taijis.

The Mongol tribes had no choice but to grit their teeth and send their herdsmen, mainly light cavalry, to charge into battle.

They were met with crossbows and muskets, as well as rows upon rows of long spears.

Squads of Mongol cavalry dared not charge directly, but circled in front of the spear formation.

Muskets roared, and crossbows fired in unison.

Looking down from the sky, large areas of the Mongol tribes lay dead, and the scene was extremely chaotic, with shouts of people and neighing of horses.

The Mongol cavalry's performance greatly disappointed the Tartars, as they showed none of the splendor they had displayed hundreds of years ago.

Fortunately, not all Mongolian tribes are like this.

The Khorchin cavalry displayed some of the spirit of their ancestors.

Like a long dragon, they swiftly swept past the rebel army's flanks, raising their horsebows and hurling them at the rebel army from afar.

Wave after wave of arrows whistled in, striking the rebel soldiers with a clanging sound.

A mounted bow is a deadly weapon against unarmored people.

But against soldiers clad in iron armor, that would be a joke.

The soldiers only needed to lower their heads to let the rain of arrows wash over them.

The rebels did not suffer the arrows in vain.

The musketeers, who had returned from the front lines to rest, advanced together with the archers and crossbowmen to retaliate against the Khorchin tribe.

It's all about coverage fire; if you stumble into the coverage area, you can only rely on luck.

If an ancestor in the family has kowtowed so hard in the underworld that his head is broken, he might be able to escape from the hail of bullets.

A certain Taiji of the Khorchin tribe was annoyed.

They actually disregarded everything and used light cavalry to charge into the well-organized infantry square.

The musketeers and archers quickly retreated and disappeared into the formation.

Several rows of spearmen stepped forward and crouched on the ground.

He planted the end of his spear deep into the ground, with the spear pointing forward at a 45-degree angle.

The spears provided by Lin Dao were all crafted according to the "goose wing penetrating armor cone" pattern, using the finest modern alloy steel.

The machined gun head is extremely sharp.

Let alone light cavalry, even armored cavalry could pierce through them.

The light cavalry of the Khorchin tribe charged straight into the gun formation.

In an instant, people and horses were thrown into chaos, and the scene was one of death and injury.

The corpses of men and horses piled up, blocking the path of the cavalry that followed.

The musketeers, wielding their muskets fitted with swords, stepped forward and, together with the archers who drew their swords, hacked down the cavalry.

The Khorchin cavalry on the battlefield suddenly roared.

Many people rushed headlong in a certain direction, disregarding everything else.

After a fierce battle, they snatched a corpse and left in tears.

Taiji died from a fit of rage.

"Only Mongol cavalry were running."

By observing the forest roads of the battlefield using drones, they quickly realized that something was wrong.

"Although the Tartars mainly consist of heavy infantry, they also have a considerable number of cavalry."

"At least ten or twenty thousand cavalrymen are not here."

Lin Dao recalled the detachment he had sent to take a detour and ambush Huang Taiji's rear. "Did they all plan this together?"

The detachment he sent took a detour around the canal from the other side.

They were heading towards Dongchang Prefecture.

Carrying an inflatable kayak, one can cross the Grand Canal.

Huang Taiji's side lost nearly 20,000 cavalry, so they definitely didn't go to raid Lin Dao's camp.

Because Huang Taiji wasn't stupid, he must have understood that Lin Dao's troops' logistics and supplies were all in the fleet, floating on the Grand Canal.

"Are these 20,000 cavalrymen here to attack from both sides?"

Recalling the combat data of Huang Taiji that I had read, this was a combat method that he liked to use.

They used every means at their disposal: ambushes, sneak attacks, bribery, and feigned surrender.

"Liu Sandao!"

Lin Dao immediately summoned his personal guards and ordered them to "find a battalion of auxiliary soldiers!"

When the auxiliary soldiers gathered, Lin Dao had already brought a large number of items, including barbed wire, caltrops, wooden stakes, shovels, hammers, spades, and pickaxes.

"From here to here."

Lin Dao gestured, "Pull up the barbed wire and secure it with wooden stakes. Remember not to pull it too tight."

"Stretch dozens more, don't worry about them not being long enough, we have as much barbed wire as you need!"

"Dig as many horse traps as you can."

"Scatter barbed wire on the ground, don't be stingy with me, there's plenty!"

After assigning the tasks, the guards and auxiliary soldiers took charge of the work.

Back on the viewing platform, Lin Dao summoned the temporary manager of the patrol cavalry.

The rebel army didn't have many cavalry, but they did have night raiders.

The necessary reconnaissance was carried out without fail; scouts had previously ventured twenty li (approximately 10 kilometers) but had not found any trace of the Tartar ambush. "If we can't find them at twenty li, we'll go forty li; if we still can't find them at forty li, we'll go eighty li!"

Lin Dao pointed to the distance opposite and said, "So many Tartar cavalrymen have disappeared without a trace. Don't tell me they all had diarrhea and couldn't make it to the battle!"

The rebel cavalry dispersed to search for traces of the Tartar ambush.

In less than half an hour, a night scout returned, wounded.

"The Tartar cavalry is coming! Lots of cavalry!"

Lin Dao breathed a sigh of relief. "As expected."

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he immediately instructed, "Raise my banner high!"

"Now we'll see where this cavalry is headed."

Charging directly into the enemy lines would result in significant losses.

If they're coming for me, that would be even better.

"Great Prince," Sony spurred his horse forward, "shall we charge straight into the enemy lines?"

The Tatar cavalry, who had come from dozens of miles away, dismounted and began feeding the warhorses they had been dragging along with water and bean cakes.

After taking good care of their warhorses, the Tartars went about their own eating and drinking.

Before going into battle, they urgently need to replenish their physical strength.

In the distance, on a massive battlefield, smoke filled the air and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

Hauge, on horseback, took a breath.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, finally settling on the rear of the rebel army, on the large banner fluttering in the wind.

"Charge their rear guard commander!"

Whether you charge directly into the battlefield or go after the enemy commander, there is not much difference.

The Tartar nobles, having accepted Hauge's order, mounted their horses and lined up.

"All soldiers~~~"

Hauge spurred his horse forward, brandishing his sword, and shouted loudly before the enemy lines.

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

The Tartar cavalrymen all raised their swords and shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Its sound reverberated throughout the surrounding area, its imposing presence overwhelming.

Hauge, his heart pounding and face flushed, spurred his horse forward.

Behind them were the riders in vests from various cavalry units.

The massive cavalry column advanced with the force of an avalanche.

Through drone surveillance, he saw a massive cavalry force, as large as a mountain and as vast as the sea, heading straight for him.

Lin Dao was not alarmed; instead, he smiled.

"Well done!"

During this period, dozens of barbed wire fences were erected, countless barbed wire caltrops were laid, and countless horse traps were dug.

In this world, you need skills and resources.

Do you really think that being brave enough is all it takes?

The massive cavalry force charged straight at the rear camp where Lin Dao was located.

It bears a striking resemblance to the Rohan cavalry charge during the Battle of the Palennos.

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The cavalrymen in the front ranks fell to the ground one after another.

Their beloved warhorse stepped into a horse trap, broke its leg, and fell down with its rider.

Many people didn't even have time to get up before they were trampled into the mud by the hooves of the horses galloping past behind them.

After passing through the horse trap, there were rows and rows of barbed wire fences.

The Tartars had never seen anything like it before.

Those skilled at horsemanship even rode over.

More often than not, people and horses would simply crash into it.

The greater the force with which the barbed wire is dragged, the greater the force that wraps around it.

Wrapped tightly around the body, it felt like being tortured.

With their sheer numbers, the force of their impact, and the crushing weight of the corpses of the pioneers, they were able to overwhelm the enemy.

The Tartar cavalry charged through more than twenty layers of barbed wire.

But there was still more barbed wire in front of us.

Enraged, Hauge dismounted and ordered his men in vests to walk over the barbed wire fence.

Some brave souls even threw themselves onto the barbed wire, using their bodies as springboards for their companions to cross.

"Oops~"

"what!"

"My feet!"

Between the barbed wire fences, iron dysentery was scattered.

This caused the people in leather boots and vests to weep bitterly. Everywhere, people were hopping on one leg while clutching their feet, and from a distance, it looked like a large-scale cockfighting competition.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

Haug roared in fury, "They only use these underhanded tactics!"

"If you've got the guts, come and have a fair fight!"

His cries were answered.

Lin Dao's personal guards, with white feathers on their heads and wearing white robes, each carrying a musket and wearing boots with iron feet, stepped forward, cutting through strips of barbed wire.

Facing the rows of dark gun barrels, Haug felt a terrible toothache.

He had never been afraid of the Ming army's muskets in the past.

Because he knew that the other side would only fight for one or two rounds at most before his side could rush in.

But now.
Looking at the barbed wire and the iron bars, Haug regretted it.

"We should have charged straight into their lines!"

'Bang bang bang~~~'

A dense barrage of musket fire rang out, wave after wave.

The guards, dressed in white robes and armor, kept advancing and firing.

The uniform armor, in the same style and color, was very intimidating to the Tartars.

The guards continued forward, and when they passed Tartars entangled in barbed wire, they would poke them twice with their muskets.

Whether they're dead or alive, stab them twice.

Behind them, the auxiliary soldiers cleared a passage more than ten feet wide.

'Rumble~~~'

With the roar of the engine, the 100-ton king of the forest road finally made its appearance.

(End of this chapter)