Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 214 He is coming!
The diesel engine works hard to complete its stroke, outputting powerful output.

The wide boots kicked up mud, grass clippings, and gravel, propelling the chariot forward.

The 30mm caliber gun barrel rotates, continuously spewing flames.

The automatic loading system inside the turret carries explosive incendiary rounds, tracer incendiary rounds, and the like.

To put it simply, it's both fried and roasted.

In the Jurchen camp, rows of tents were set on fire.

The wind blew, and the flames swept across.

The raging fire engulfed and burned countless tents.

The pungent smell of burning leather made one's stomach churn and unable to open their eyes.

Through the observation system, Lin Dao spotted a corner of the camp, with large livestock such as horses and mules enclosed by a fence.

The cannon was immediately rotated and pointed in that direction.

‘Dong-dong-dong! ’

The horde of beasts was instantly thrown into chaos by the three incendiary bombs fired.

The frenzied livestock crashed through the fences and ran wildly, overturning carts and supplies, trampling tents, and turning the fleeing Jurchens into a bloody pulp with their hooves.

People and horses neighed and howled, running around wildly in the camp.

The cannon turned again, this time pointing at the food storage area inside the camp.

After a dozen or so tracer incendiary bombs were fired, the Jurchens' grain supplies were engulfed in thick smoke and flames.

Without horses and food, the Jurchens could only eat tree bark on their way back.

The cannon continued to rotate, searching for high-value targets.

After all, the ammunition Lin Dao bought wasn't cheap.

After his previous cathartic outburst, he is now gradually becoming more restrained.

However, his thoughts suddenly changed the next moment.

A group of tents not far away were overturned, revealing the figures of many disheveled women.

A group of mentally broken Jurchens went berserk and slaughtered them one by one.

'Knock knock knock knock!'

Lin Dao crushed the Red Bull can in his hand.

To hell with saving ammunition!

Dozens of shells were fired in quick succession, filling the air with smoke and flames.

With a roar of its engine, the infantry fighting vehicle charged forward, chasing after the few Jurchen soldiers who had managed to escape.

The roaring chariots rammed into the fleeing golden men, their wide tracks spinning in circles.

Under the crushing force of the tracks, flesh and blood splattered like a fountain.

The infantry fighting vehicles gradually went berserk.

Flames spewed from the cannon muzzle, and shells whistled out one after another, turning the cannon barrels red-hot.

Wanhu Wanyan Alubu fled on horseback.

A cannonball came whistling through the air and struck his warhorse squarely.

When he regained consciousness on the ground and tried to get up, he was shocked to find that his lower body was completely bare!

"Ah~~~"

The piercing screams echoed throughout the camp.

The tracks of the infantry fighting vehicle swept back and forth, finding any movable golden figures, charging over them, knocking them over, and crushing them into a bloody pulp.

And this is just the beginning.

As the burning flames and thick smoke gradually obscured and affected the observation and aiming system, Lin Dao accelerated forward and rushed out of the camp.

After a brief stop to find their way, they headed to another Jurchen camp not far away.

The idea of ​​hundreds of thousands of troops crammed into a single camp only exists in novels and movies.

Normally, things are ranked by primary and secondary importance.

It controls strategic locations, water sources, transportation routes, and so on, forming a surrounding connection.

The actual setup consisted of camps of all sizes, stretching for dozens of miles.

They drove their armored vehicles through the burning forest roads, rammed through barricades and deer antlers, crossed trenches, pushed down camp fences, and rampaged through the camp.

Any building, whether it's a stable, a livestock pen, a tent, or a wagon, can be hit by an expensive shell.

If they see anything that can run, they will chase it relentlessly, crash into it, and then give it a good beating.

'Beep!'

The display screen in front of me showed a warning that the ammunition supply had reached zero.

The infantry fighting vehicle slowly came to a stop.

The engine's roar gradually subsided into idle, and the red-hot cannon muzzle slowly drooped.

Only then did Lin Dao pick up the constantly flashing walkie-talkie beside him.

"It was a one-on-one fight!"

Ulinda Zanmo roared angrily, "Why are you attacking the camp?"

Lin Dao leaned back in his chair, relaxing his muscles, and took out a stalk of herbs to chew on.

Only after it was lit did they respond.

"You made me laugh."

"Do you think this is a competition with you guys?"

"You're trying to scam me."

"What a coincidence."

"I want to scam you guys too."

Lin Dao had always been patient and restrained in his daily gold farming.

They kill a few hundred or a thousand people and then call it a day.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but rather that he was waiting for new equipment to avoid excessively provoking the Jurchens into a frenzy and causing them to storm into Bianliang and massacre the city.

Now that the new equipment has arrived, logistical support has also been successfully integrated.

What's there to wait for!

They should be exterminated without mercy!
"Run."

Lin Dao let out a breath and said, "Let's have another chase and escape contest."

"Which of you will escape is up to fate."

After saying that, he turned off the walkie-talkie and started the journey to the logistics base in Yonghe time and space.

Ulinda Zanmo called out a few times but received no response, so he turned to look at Nianhan and the others.

"We were mistaken."

Nianhan pondered, "He actually values ​​those Song people very much, but he pretends not to care."

Wanyan Xiyin, standing to the side, was indignant: "Liar!"

They could have used the people of Song to blackmail them, but they were tricked instead.

Now, the opportunity to blackmail them is gone.

Xi Yin looked at the silent Wanyan Loushi with resentment and asked, "Woliyan, can you fight?"

Lou Shi looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Invulnerable to swords and spears, and swift as the wind."

"It spews forth thunderous roars and flames soar to the heavens."

Which of these is one that we can handle?

Wanyan Xiyi remained silent.

“Woliyan is right.”

Nianhan concluded, "If we can't beat them or hold out, then we can only run away."

"Each unit should retreat separately, abandoning any troops that are difficult to carry." "While those metal carts are still with the Eastern Route Army, retreat back to the east bank of the river in separate routes."

After saying that, he laughed and said, "If we encounter any Song cities on the road, we'll just slaughter them and let the soldiers have some fun to boost their morale."

In ancient times, the best way to boost morale was to allow soldiers to plunder and massacre cities.

Unleash the evil within your heart without any reservations.

Ulinda Zanmo opened his mouth, as if to speak, but then stopped.

"Speak your mind." Nianhan pulled on the reins. "It's come to this, there's nothing you can't say."

"marshal."

Ulinda Zanmo said in a low voice, "If we do that, it might anger that person."

Nianhan laughed again, pointing his riding whip at him, "You're overthinking it."

"Now that things have come to this, what's the point of talking about these things?"

"If it weren't for the fact that there was simply no time to spare."

His gaze swept towards the distant city of Bianliang, and he slowly gritted his teeth, "I will slaughter this city!"

When Lin Dao reappeared, it took quite a while.

Refueling flamethrower armored vehicles is a dangerous job.

Lin Dao didn't let the craftsmen do it; he did it himself, which took a lot of time.

Although it caused a delay, its power was strong enough.

This time, Lin Dao charged directly into the main camp of Wanyan Zongwang outside Liu Family Temple.

"Liu Family Temple".

Lin Dao, inside the cockpit, narrowed his gaze slightly.

"The place of sorrow for the cowardly princess."

"They were divided up and tortured to death here."

"What a load of bull! The Jin dynasty is nothing but a bunch of bandits and robbers."

Lin Daoyi has always despised the barbarians and savages of various times and places.

They are nothing more than talking, humanoid animals, capable of nothing but unleashing their inherent evil.

Their ability to gain power was nothing more than the corruption of the Central Plains and their overwhelming military might.

"You're strong in terms of military force, aren't you?"

Lin Dao drove his armored vehicle into the camp, shouting, "I'm stronger than you!"

'Phew~~~'

Long streaks of fire swept across the camp.

Regardless of tents and provisions, regardless of people, horses, or livestock.

Lin Dao here, whenever he sees something, he spews out a fire dragon.

The raging flames, aided by the wind, quickly engulfed the camp.

Except for a few people who escaped on horseback, all the people and livestock left in the camp perished in the fire.

Lin Dao didn't chase after the fleeing Jurchens. Instead, he drove his infantry fighting vehicle past one camp after another, burning and bombing them all into the ground.

As the sun sets in the west, the sky is painted with rosy clouds.

The infantry fighting vehicle finally stopped roaring and rumbling.

As Lin Dao got out of the car, he stretched his body, and his joints creaked.

Lin Dao glanced at the burning camp not far away and felt a little regretful.

"If Yue Family Army were here."

"With their cooperation, the Jin army could at most escape with a few thousand defeated soldiers."

After a short rest, Lin Dao launched a drone to investigate the whereabouts of the escaped Jurchens.

The fleeing Jurchens split into two groups.

Heading west, towards Zhongmu and Zhengzhou.

It seems they planned to cross the river to the north from places like Mengjin and return home.

The other route was to flee eastward, heading towards the Jingdong West Road.

After retrieving the drone, Lin Dao didn't rush to pursue the enemy. Instead, he took the infantry fighting vehicle to Yonghe Space-Time for maintenance and reloading.

If we chase them now, we'll at most wipe out some fleeing soldiers.

Give the Jin people some time to gather on their own.

We'll catch up and give them a big surprise!
Silent all night.

As dawn broke, the forest path, which had enjoyed a good night's sleep, returned to life.

The infantry fighting vehicle was started and headed straight for Baimajin.

Baima Ferry is two or three hundred miles away from Bianliang City, while the opposite bank is not far from Daming Prefecture.

Most of the Jin army's eastern route army, which was fleeing all the way, gathered here, intending to cross the river to Daming Prefecture.

Having escaped death, Wanyan Zongwang, his face ashen, rode his horse and watched his defeated soldiers cross the pontoon bridge.

The losses this time were enormous.

The losses among the various Jurchen tribes alone amounted to tens of thousands.

With such devastating losses, the previously subjugated tribes will inevitably become restless.

"Second Prince."

Xie Mao Ali rode forward, saying, "Commander Talan has crossed the river and is meeting up with Salihe of Daming Prefecture."

"Fourth Prince~"

With a blank expression, Zongwang asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"The Fourth Prince led his men eastward."

"Ignore him!" Zongwang said coldly. "We'll talk about it when we get back to Yanjing."

After such a crushing defeat, the most important thing now is to return to Yanjing as soon as possible to lick our wounds and suppress the restless factions.

"Is Yelü Ma Wu still safe and sound?"

Ali hurriedly replied, "General Ma Wu's troops are covering the rear and have not made any unusual moves."

Wanyan Zongwang breathed a sigh of relief.

“My younger brother is ignorant, but the surrendered generals are doing their best.”

"Hey~~~"

He looked back at the land of the Southern Song people.

If we retreat this time, who knows when we'll be able to come back again.

If Lin Dao hadn't died, the Jin dynasty would have had no chance to march south again.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky.

"The Great Jin Dynasty is at the height of its power, so why did a divine being descend from the heavens to stop its ambitions?"

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

"Ok?"

Wanyan Zongwang frowned slightly.

There seemed to be a strange little black dot on the horizon, flying in from afar.

The next moment, the black dot whistled down and landed heavily near the pontoon bridge.

Amidst the deafening explosion, a towering column of water, carrying several golden figures from the pontoon bridge, plunged into the raging river.

After a brief struggle, a wave came and it disappeared in an instant.

On both sides of the bridge, the Jin people felt as if they had been punched hard in the heart.

Wanyan Zongwang's pupils contracted sharply, and he gripped the horsewhip tightly with both hands.

"he came!"

(End of this chapter)