Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 166 A Big One Came From the Other Side!
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Wow~~~

Having ventured up the hill, Huang Taiji, who was peering through a monocular telescope, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ginseng slices.

"This is it, it must be this one!"

"Hahaha~~~"

Huang Taiji, whose nose was bleeding again, looked at the hundred-ton king rampaging in the distance and laughed loudly, "Such a monster, such a monster truly exists!"

"Abatai, you didn't lose unjustly!"

The colossal creature that was wreaking havoc among the Tartar cavalry in the distance, like a massive warship with its sails covering the sky in the ocean, sailed directly onto the land.

The Eight Banners cavalry, renowned as invincible, appeared as laughable as clay figures before this behemoth.

It flew away with just a gentle touch!
“Such a huge thing~ such a huge thing~” Huang Taiji put down his binoculars and looked up at the sky.

Under the blinding blazing sun, the strange bird continued to circle high in the sky.

He withdrew his gaze and then swept it across the vast battlefield.

Looking at the terrifying armor coverage of the rebel army, almost all of them were made of iron armor.

He stopped smiling, his face, already thin from long-term illness, now filled with bitterness.

"The loss is not unjust."

From the moment he first saw the tens of thousands of soldiers opposite him, almost all of them clad in iron armor, he knew he couldn't win this battle.

The other side is so rich that they can equip tens of thousands of brave warriors with iron armor.

This level of financial and material resources was something the Qing Dynasty could never have achieved.

Those who possess this strength can make a comeback even after losing a fight.

But once the Qing Dynasty suffered a major defeat, it had no chance of recovery.

From that moment on, Huang Taiji burned his life force, desperately trying to hold off the enemy's troops by any means necessary, creating conditions for Hauge's desperate assault.

He only hoped that Hauge could eliminate the opposing coach and completely cut off Han'er's chance to rise again, then Huang Taiji would have no regrets even if he died.

As a result, a big one came from the other side!

Gazing at the colossal object in the distance, a sight beyond human reach.

Huang Taiji swayed, then swayed again, closed his eyes, and fell headfirst off the horse.

"Wow, that's a lot of sweat!"

The surrounding crowd surged forward.

If a Ming Dynasty civil official had witnessed this scene, he would have written about it in his memorial to the throne.

'A single cannon shot from the army ravaged dozens of miles; the bandit chieftain fell from his horse, and his followers, grieving, fled into the distance.'

"Maintain formation." Lin Dao, in the cockpit, operated the steering wheel with one hand and held the walkie-talkie with the other. "All battalions, pay attention to coordination and cooperation, advance steadily, and crush them."

"Tell the soldiers that I will never delay in fulfilling my promise of rewards, and my credibility is guaranteed."

"Such opportunities to make money will not be common in the future, so we must cherish them."

In those days, even working as a servant in a wealthy family like a dog only earned a few hundred coins a month.

But here in the forest, you get a reward of two hundred taels for every Tartar head you cut off!

They'll also give you an extra two acres of paddy fields!

What's wrong with risking your life for your future?
The entire army is being committed to crush the Tartars head-on and shatter their joke of being invincible with 10,000 men!

With practiced ease, the massive tires of the 100-ton King turned, heading straight for the area with the highest concentration of Tartar cavalry.

Behind the Hundred-Ton King, more than a thousand guards in white robes and feathers followed on horseback.

The guards were not particularly skilled riders.

No problem, it can be used as a dragoon.

The hundred-ton king charged ahead recklessly, followed by over a thousand white-robed cavalrymen whose robes fluttered in the wind, creating a magnificent sight.

"Your Highness, please go first, I will follow shortly!"

Sony, who was born into the Hesheli clan, turned his horse around and led a group of Plain Yellow Banner soldiers to snipe at the pursuers.

They dared not confront the Hundred-Ton King, but instead took a detour to block the White-Robed Guards.

Lin Dao glanced at it and then stopped paying attention, continuing his pursuit.

The roar of the hundred-ton king's engine sent chills down the spines of every Tartar cavalryman.

Hauge was a brave fighter, but he lacked intelligence.

They didn't know how to disperse while running away; they were only focused on escaping.

Their warhorses were already carrying heavily armored cavalrymen in the charge, and now that they've turned around and run for so long, they can't possibly hold on any longer.

Every now and then, a warhorse would suddenly collapse to the ground while running.

A hundred-ton king roared past, and beneath its giant tires, comparable to houses, all living beings were equal.

Lin Dao, who was drinking Red Bull, felt the road surface was a bit bumpy, and frowned when Red Bull was spilled occasionally.

"waste."

Haug's horses are good; they run fast and far.

But eventually, there is a limit to physical strength.

When the warhorse foamed at the mouth, began to sweat, and its hooves started to stagger.

Haug knew then that his time was up.

But he didn't want to die.

Looking around, he saw a dead locust tree not far away and immediately spurred his horse to gallop over.

Arriving at the locust tree, he dismounted and stabbed the horse in the rump.

The warhorse charged forward in pain, while Haug cleverly hid under a dead tree.

The battlefield was chaotic, filled with smoke and dust.

People and horses were running around everywhere.

Lin Dao, who was in the cockpit high above, had never seen this scene before.

But Haug was unlucky.

Lin Dao was drinking Red Bull to replenish his energy and didn't see this scene.

However, due to a slight turn of the steering wheel, the 100-ton truck first crashed into a dead tree with its front end, and then its huge wheels ran over it.

‘Pah! ’

"Damn it!" Lin Dao was jolted so hard that the Red Bull in his hand spilled onto his pants, causing him to scramble to catch his breath.

After finally getting everything sorted out, when they looked up again, there was no trace of the Tartar cavalry ahead.

Lin Dao grinned, turned the steering wheel, and headed back to the main battlefield.

By this time, the white-robed guards had already overcome Sony's obstruction. They dismounted, formed a battle formation, and used muskets to fire in rapid succession, knocking down the Plain Yellow Banner's elite guards, men and horses alike.

The muskets Lin Dao brought were not the kind used by the Ming army that could inflict heavy casualties on the enemy but also cause significant losses to the Ming army.

Using seamless steel tubing as the barrel allows it to withstand higher chamber pressures.

It has a longer range and greater power.

Moreover, it uses fixed-load paper cartridges, which are simple to load and have a fast firing rate.

As over a thousand muskets fired in succession, despite their fearless courage, the outcome was the same for Sony and his men.

The hundred-ton truck slowly came to a stop. Lin Dao rolled down the window and shouted from above, "Everyone, get on! We're heading to the main battlefield!"

The Tartar cavalry attacking from both sides has been defeated; now it's time to clean up the main battlefield.

When Lin Dao drove his 100-ton truck, leading his personal guard, rushing over at breakneck speed.

Undoubtedly, the Mongol tribes, which had already borne immense pressure and suffered heavy losses, immediately collapsed and fled.

They followed the Tartars because they could gain benefits from it.

Only with tangible benefits like gold, silver, ironware, and women would they be willing to risk their lives for the Tartars.

But now, even after risking their lives, they still haven't won, and it seems they're about to lose everything.

At this moment, human nature takes the lead.

The remnants of the Mongol tribes thoroughly killed the Tatar infantrymen who were supervising them, turned their horses around and fled in a flash, truly without looking back!

The Tartars still on the battlefield were filled with despair when they saw the Hundred-Ton King roaring down like Mount Tai.

Those who still had courage drew their bows and arrows, raised their muskets, and even pushed forward to attack with small cannons such as tiger-crouching cannons.

The clanging and banging of the steel plates attached to the hundred-ton king truck was incessant.

Those who lose courage turn and run away.

To support this major battle, Huang Taiji mobilized to the extreme, even exceeding the level of drawing one out of two men, practically turning the entire area into a military force.

He concluded that the Guan Ning cavalry would not dare to march north, so he brought almost all the able-bodied men with him.

Many of these are teenagers.

These teenagers, when they're winning, are all incredibly brave and ruthless.

But once defeated, it's a complete rout.

With unstoppable momentum, Bai Tunwang charged into the Tartar army's formation.

The collision at the front of the vehicles sent both people and horses flying.

It was like a mudslide rushing into clear river water, unstoppable and unstoppable.

White-robed guards on horseback followed behind, sweeping across the battlefield.

More rebel infantrymen, their morale soaring, charged forward with shouts of encouragement.

The forest road inside the cockpit bounced along, and I held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, plowing through the Tartar ranks.

The number of Tartars who actually perished under the crushing impact of the 100-ton king was not actually that large.

The biggest function of this thing is deterrence.

An unstoppable deterrent force; no matter what kind of warrior or warrior you are, you all meet the same end.

Soldiers wearing two or even three layers of armor would at most experience a slightly different kind of bumpy ride.

This sense of powerlessness and despair has a devastating impact on morale.

When morale collapses, the outcome of the war becomes self-evident.

Lin Dao cut into the battlefield from the flank, sweeping and crushing everything in his path, and sped to the bank of the canal.

Seeing the large number of mentally broken Tartar soldiers, and fearing that the Hundred-Ton King would turn and rush into the canal, he finally released the accelerator.

Pick up the drone control panel next to him and use it to monitor the battlefield.

On the vast battlefield, the various Tartar tribes had completely collapsed.

Bondservants, Han bannermen, Mongol tribes, and the Eight Banners troops were all fleeing in disarray.

Everyone was running backwards as fast as they could, like a super-large-scale marathon.

The various rebel units, their morale soaring, pursued and killed the enemy like ducks in a chase.

This kind of scene usually occurs after the Tartars defeat the Ming army.

Now, it's the other way around.

Through the car window, I saw white-robed guards surrounding the hundred-ton king.

Lin Dao, who had drunk too many cans of Red Bull, opened the car door and climbed down the ladder.

They went straight to the canal bank to release it.

Shaken.

His face was full of comfort.

Bubbling sounds could be heard from the river surface not far away.

Those were the last messages left behind in this world by the Tartars who went swimming in their armor and sank straight to the bottom.

"Fighting the Tartars is easy."

After shaking himself out and getting himself ready, Lin Dao turned and approached his guards.

He took out a stalk of herb and chewed on it, while a guard took out a windproof lighter and lit it for him.

"Whoo~~~"

"Back then, when we were fighting the various barbarian tribes, we had to fight one battle after another."

"The number of Hu people is too large, and they can always gather a large army."

"It's simpler here with the Tartars. One decisive victory is enough to crush them."

Of all the foreign threats throughout history, the Tartars were truly not among the top contenders.

Their entire clan, when combined, numbers only a few hundred thousand.

Even if you sweep the ground up and bring in allies as cannon fodder, the number of people who can actually go to the battlefield will hardly exceed 100,000.

If their core male members are crushed in one battle, then they can forget about ever having a chance to turn things around.

On the other side of the pass, only the finishing touches remain.

"You don't need to stay by my side."

Lin Dao gave instructions to his excited guards.

"Go earn military merits."

"There won't be another chance like this in the future."

(End of this chapter)