Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 212 I'll take on ten thousand of you single-handedly
"You can withdraw your troops if you wish."

Lin Dao took a sip of water. "Ten million ingots of gold, twenty million ingots of silver, ten million bolts of silk, and one hundred thousand mules and horses."

"Hand over your belongings and we'll let you go."

Ulinda Zanmo also laughed, though he was furious.

"My lord, our Great Jin is not like the weak Song!"

Lin Dao smiled and said, "It's alright if you don't leave; we'll kill them all eventually anyway."

Ulinda Zanmo said solemnly, cupping his hands in response, "Sir, are you not afraid that the brave warriors of my Great Jin will charge into the city and slaughter all the people in it!"

Zhao Fujin, standing to the side, turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Dao, holding the water bottle, paused for a moment, then slowly nodded. "I'm not afraid."

"If you massacre the city, I will too."

"Kill all your soldiers first, then fight your way to Huanglong Prefecture."

"No matter where the land is, no matter how old or young the people are, not even chickens or dogs will be spared!"

"Come on, let's hurt each other."

"Let's see who dies first!"

The palpable killing intent sent chills down Ulinda Zanmo's spine.

The reason the Jin people wanted to negotiate peace was precisely because they feared Lin Dao's move.

Massacre a city is easy, but what happens after that?
Can you run away?

They drove a giant vehicle, bombing and killing all the way to Huanglongfu, bombing until they were thrown out of the Tiger Water!
Although the Jin people were of tribal origin, they were not fools.

They cannot afford the foreseeable consequences until they crack the secrets of the forest trail.

Ulinda Zanmo barely suppressed his anger. "So there's no room for negotiation?"

"Sand sculpture."

Lin Dao pointed at him and said, "I never thought about any peace talks. You came to me on your own initiative."

"If you want to negotiate, bring me your gold, silver, silk, horses, and mules, and I'll let you go."

“That’s impossible.” Ulinda Zanmo couldn’t stand it anymore. “Where in the world could there be so much gold, silver and silk?”

"If you can't pay, we can offer a discount."

Lin Dao, now slightly serious, said, "The genuine Wanyan is worth one thousand taels of gold."

"Wanyan from a collateral branch is valued at five hundred taels of gold."

"Wanyan of the clan, valued at two hundred taels of gold."

Ulinda Zanmo remained silent, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Princess Maode.

These so-called conditions are clearly the same ones they previously offered to the Song people.

The group of Wanyan women were discounted to be comparable to the women of the Zhao Song royal family.

The atmosphere became awkward, and Ulinda Zanmo gave an embarrassed laugh, "I really don't understand, sir, why are you so protective of the Song Dynasty? Isn't it better to befriend the Jin Dynasty?"

Lin Dao was also laughing non-stop.

"If I don't help the Song people, am I supposed to help you?"

"I don't have the surname Wanyan!"

Ulinda Zanmo had nothing to say.

Thinking about it carefully, what he said makes perfect sense!
Lin Dao nodded slowly. "You offered such conditions to the Zhao Song dynasty because you have enough power."

"Now my fists are harder than yours, so how to respond to their demands is up to you."

It's clear that this matter can't be discussed any further.

As an envoy, Ulinda Zanmo absolutely could not embarrass the Great Jin.

He straightened his back, his expression solemn, and said, "The Jin army is invincible."

"It is based on the principle of peaceful coexistence among all countries and departments that peace talks are discussed."

"I cannot agree with your statement that your fist is harder than the Great Jin Dynasty."

"You've only been out here for a few days since you released the Tiger Water." Lin Dao gestured to Zhao Fujin, who was standing there dumbfounded, to get him another bottle of water.

"He didn't learn anything else, but he certainly mastered the Confucian art of sophistry."

"Judging from what you're saying, it seems that among the Wanyan clan, there are still some who are not convinced and want to continue fighting."

Lin Dao clapped his hands. "In that case, how about we have a face-to-face contest?"

Weird!
Ulinda Zanmo's heart pounded wildly, a strong sense of unease gripping his mind.

The person in front of me seemed to have a warm and gentle smile, and a sunny and upright appearance.

But in reality, he was a ruthless killer.

Tens of thousands of Jin Dynasty men died tragically at the hands of this man.

His suggestion is definitely a trap!

That's what he was thinking, but he still stubbornly insisted, "How so?"

Taking the water from Zhao Fujin, Lin Dao held up a finger, pointing to himself.

"Myself."

His finger turned and pointed to Ulinda Zanmo, saying, "You shall provide one ten-thousand-household commander."

"Let's find a spacious place outside the city."

"Me, all alone."

"For you, a household of ten thousand."

"Let you savages who have been pushed out of the tiger's lair see what's what."

"What does it mean to fight against ten thousand single-handedly!"

"I lost, I'm letting you go."

"I won." Lin Dao paused slightly. "Hand over Wanyan Zongwang's head."

Ulinda Zanmo had nothing to say.

Anyone else would have been laughing their head off.

But this person in front of me~~~
He blurted out, "No need for massive objects? No need for magical artifacts?"

Lin Dao glanced at him sideways and said, "Then all of you should gouge out your own eyes before you come back to fight."

He got up, found a walkie-talkie, and handed it over along with a few spare batteries.

"The city is in a bit of a mess right now. If anything happens in the future, we'll use this to communicate."

After being shown how to use it on the spot, Ulin Dazanmo was deeply impressed. He tightly gripped Shunfeng'er and was sent away by Chen Dong.

After Lin Dao finished lunch, Qin Hui brought Deng Gui over.

Bound hand and foot, Deng Gui panicked and repeatedly kowtowed, begging for mercy.

Lin Dao didn't waste any words and kicked him to the ground.

I found a rope, tied it to him, and hung one end on the electric scooter.

He hopped on his electric scooter and instructed Qin Hui, "I've already spoken with the Jurchens; send your messengers out as soon as possible."

Not only was Han Yue summoned, but there was also an imperial edict sent to Wanyan Gou, dismissing him from his position as Grand Marshal of the Hebei Army and ordering him to be taken back to the capital.

Dragging the wailing Deng Gui along the way, they arrived at Xuanhua Gate.

The Jurchen soldiers guarding the city walls looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

He turned around, descended the city wall, and spurred his horse to gallop out of the city.

Some Jin soldiers were so terrified that they slipped and fell straight off the city wall.

'spit!'

Lin Dao, having parked his electric scooter, spat out, "Cowardly rat." He untied the rope, dragged Deng Gui, whose clothes were tattered and covered in abrasion marks, and led him up to the city wall.

Along the way, Deng Gui's screams and pleas were like the constant buzzing of mosquitoes.

Lin Dao punched him in the mouth, finally silencing him.

The rope was tied to the parapet, and Lin Dao picked up a knife abandoned by the Jin people.

He stepped forward and stabbed Deng Gui in the stomach.

He pulled it out, tied it to a rope, and threw it away.

They flew that glib-tongued scoundrel like a kite, leaving it hanging outside the city wall and swaying back and forth.

I rinsed the iron gloves with water and rode my electric scooter back home.

The food shortage in the city is becoming increasingly severe.

Frustrated by this, Chen Dong and his colleagues sought help from Lin Dao.

Lin Dao had made preparations in advance, transporting a large amount of grain from the Chongzhen era, which was distributed in fixed quantities daily to set up soup kitchens.

First, ensure that the people in the city do not starve.

Further support will be provided once Han Yue arrives.

A few days later, Ulinda Zanmo contacted Lin Dao via walkie-talkie.

"Your Excellencies, the Crown Prince and Marshals, have already agreed."

"You decide the time, and we at Dajin will decide the location."

As soon as he heard this, Lin Dao knew they were going to cause trouble on the field.

With the level of technology in this era, there is absolutely nothing to fear.

"Okay~~~"

"The time is set for three days from now!"

Three days later, the weapons were in place.

The news spread quickly, and soon the entire city of Bianliang knew of his heroic feat of fighting against ten thousand men single-handedly.

On the day of the duel, the city walls near Nanxun Gate were packed with people from Bianliang who came to watch the spectacle.

Emperor Huizong, still recuperating on his bed, Emperor Huan, who was in a daze after abdicating, and a group of princes and princesses watched the battle from the city wall.

Emperor Huizong's eyes gleamed, and he muttered incantations.

"The Immortal Master will surely win! The Immortal Master will surely win!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Dao, all alone, arrived at Yujin Garden outside Nanxun Gate.

Tamatsuen Garden is one of the four gardens of Tokyo.

This was the royal garden of the Zhao Song dynasty, which was actually a zoo.

Most of the animals that were presented as tribute by foreign countries were raised here.

After several days of construction by Jin, the place has already undergone a dramatic transformation.

Elephants, lions, peacocks, and the like have all disappeared without a trace.

Not only were there gullies everywhere, but the water from the lakes and streams was also everywhere, making the area muddy.

Clearly, this is a 100-ton heavy truck specifically designed for forest roads, with terrain optimized.

The elite troops drawn from the various military commanders had already been hidden and deployed there.

The Jin generals and high-ranking officers were scattered at a distance, watching the scene.

Remove the key after parking.

Lin Dao took a few steps forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was next to a modified infantry fighting vehicle.

Climb onto the vehicle, crawl inside, and start the tank.

Thick smoke billowed from the nozzles, and the roar of the engine filled the air.

The six pairs of wheels on the track drive the armored vehicle forward.

The Wanyans watching from afar frowned, "It's not the same behemoth as before!"

"Second Prince, there is no need to worry."

Nianhan said with a smile, "We are fully prepared."

"Once he goes in, he'll never come out!"

Wanyan Zongwang nodded. "It depends on Balisu."

Inside Yujin Garden, Wanyan Balisu, who was lying in ambush in the trench, instructed his subordinate Meng Anpo Luhuo to "go and lure that strange thing in."

Poluhu accepted the order and left.

In a short while, hundreds of Jin soldiers scattered and rushed towards the infantry fighting vehicles.

They were all handpicked assassins.

With a heavy heart, they prepared to face the terrifying lump of iron and the thunderous explosion.

But there was nothing.

The strange iron cart did not attack; instead, it simply stopped at the entrance of Yujin Garden.

Poluhu gritted his teeth and shouted, "Charge!"

The Jin soldiers, wading through the mud and water, brandishing various weapons, charged all the way to the infantry fighting vehicles.

'Jingle bells~'

The sound of metal weapons striking the vehicle was crisp and clear.

The infantry fighting vehicle was surrounded by Jin soldiers, some of whom even climbed up and tried to pry open the barrel of the remote-controlled machine gun.

Just then, the infantry fighting vehicle, which had been idling, finally started moving.

The muzzle of the dual-barreled remote-controlled machine gun was slightly lowered, and it spun around, spitting out long tongues of fire.

Under the hail of bullets, the surrounding Jin soldiers were instantly engulfed in a bloody mist, with men and horses falling to the ground.

The chariot advanced and knocked down the golden statue in front of it.

The tracks rolled over it, pressing bits of flesh into the muddy ground.

The infantry fighting vehicle spun around, engulfing the golden man under its tracks.

“Run~~~”

Poluhuo turned and ran, and the surviving golden men scattered in all directions.

The infantry fighting vehicle accelerated, and gunfire continued.

The Jurchen soldiers, fleeing with their backs turned, fell one after another like wheat being harvested.

As Poluhuo ran wildly, he suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from behind him.

It slammed into his back, sending him flying.

His lungs were pierced by a bullet, and blood and foam gushed out whenever he opened his mouth.

The metallic creak of the tracks moving forward was piercing, growing ever closer.

The will to survive drove Brahma to crawl with difficulty.

The sound of the tracks behind him grew closer, and fueled by adrenaline, Polu Huo climbed faster and faster.

No matter how fast you climb, you can't outrun an infantry fighting vehicle.

Before long, an infantry fighting vehicle caught up from behind and crushed it into the mud.

The screams of the volcano were drowned out by the roar of the engine and the sound of the tracks.

(End of this chapter)