Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 215 Blood-Red White Horse Ford

"Come again!"

Lin Dao picked up a mortar shell and reloaded it.

'Boom! '

The shell left the barrel, traced a parabola in the air, and landed more than ten feet away from the side of the pontoon bridge.

The rushing river water splashed in, carrying a chilling coldness.

The golden figures on the pontoon bridge surged forward in a flurry of activity.

In the ensuing chaos, people pushed and shoved each other, and some were pushed into the river.

"Gurgle~~~"

The golden man who fell into the water opened his mouth to shout, but instead swallowed a bellyful of water and sank down, flailing his arms and legs.

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

Shells were fired in succession, flying toward the pontoon bridge several kilometers away.

There were bullet impact points on both sides of the pontoon bridge, and the rushing river water washed over the bridge, but none of them hit directly.

"No playing cards today."

Lin Dao couldn't help but frown. "Your luck is terrible."

A small-caliber mortar shelling a pontoon bridge that is at most two or three meters wide from nearly four kilometers away is inherently very difficult.

There was also some bad luck involved.

The commotion was finally noticed by Yelü Mawu's troops who were covering the rear.

Soon, cavalrymen swarmed in.

"never mind."

Lin Dao stood up. "Today is not a good day for firing cannons."

When the infantry fighting vehicles equipped with 30mm autocannons appeared before the Jurchen cavalry, the Jurchen cavalrymen who were rushing forward all showed fear on their faces and stopped their horses.

"dash forward!"

Yelü Ma Wu shouted, "Quickly pull him up, circle around him and hold him back!"

No one thought they could win; they only hoped to hold off the metal cart so that the nobles on the bank could cross the river.

The cavalrymen, steeling themselves, charged forward, circling and hurling heavy arrows.

The heavy arrows that once pierced through armor now seem as ridiculous as toys.

It landed on the infantry fighting vehicle, making a clanging sound.

The tracks tumbled, kicking up large clumps of mud that flew up into the air.

Lin Dao completely ignored the Jin people and drove straight to the bridge.

The remote-controlled turret slowly rotated, firing one shot at a time.

A 30mm caliber means less power, but it depends on what you're comparing it to.

Compared to those big guys like the 105 and 155, it's naturally incomparable.

If it were used in the era of cold weapons, it would be a devastating attack from the sky.

A single shot would shatter any lucky person who was hit directly, killing both man and horse.

In a true physical sense, both men and horses were destroyed.

Even if it misses, it lands nearby.

The shockwave and flying shrapnel from the explosion can still take lives.

Such a one-sided battle, where no one could resist, placed immense psychological pressure on warriors in the era of cold weapons.

Many of the Jurchen cavalrymen ran far away.

Some would run around from a distance, pretending to gesture, while others would simply turn their heads and disappear into the distance.

Seeing the metal cart getting closer and closer to the bridgehead, Yelü Ma Wu was anxious to lead his personal guards to stop it.

Some trusted confidants tried to dissuade him, saying, "We are just surrendered soldiers, why should we risk our lives for the Wanyans?"

Yelü Mawu shook his head. "Since we've surrendered, we must do things sincerely."

"We've already lost face once, we can't afford to lose it a second time!"

He personally led several hundred of his most elite cavalrymen in a charge.

"Use a rope!"

Yelü Ma Wu shouted, "Use ropes to lasso them, and pull all the horses together!"

Ropes flew over and were looped around the infantry fighting vehicle from all sides.

The cavalrymen spurred their horses on, pulling with all their might, competing with the infantry fighting vehicles in terms of horsepower.

"Ok?"

Concentrating on driving towards the pontoon bridge, the forest road finally diverted my attention.

"Looking for death?"

With increased throttle, the engine roared even louder.

The machine guns also changed from intermittent bursts to continuous bombardment.

A series of explosions erupted, centered on the infantry fighting vehicle.

A large number of Jurchen cavalrymen were blown to the ground.

Many of these were Khitans who surrendered to the Jurchens along with Yelü Mawu; they were his nine clans.

With bloodshot eyes, Yelü Mawu spurred his horse and charged towards the infantry fighting chariot.

He dismounted and pushed his warhorse toward the infantry fighting chariot.

As expected, the warhorse was knocked to the ground and run over by its tracks.

Inside the cockpit, the forest road made noticeable bumps and swaying.

The infantry fighting vehicle also slowed down slightly and veered off course a little.

Yelü Ma Wu shouted fiercely, "Pull up your blindfolds, ride your horses and ram him, block his path!"

The Jurchen cavalrymen rode forward, relying on their skillful horsemanship to slow down and dismount in advance.

The blindfolded warhorses, and the resulting roadblocks created by their collisions, were indeed blocking the path of the infantry fighting vehicles.

The tracks had crushed too much flesh and blood, and were even starting to slip slightly.

"Talented."

Lin Daoang was astonished that someone could come up with such a method.

"It's just that we underestimated modern industrial products."

The cannons pointed forward and began firing intensively.

With the throttle increased, the engine roared, boosting power output. The specially replaced wide tracks whipped up flesh and mud, propelling the infantry fighting vehicle across mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They could only watch helplessly as the infantry fighting vehicle overcame the obstacles and charged forward.

With several shrapnel fragments embedded in his body, Yelü Mawu's legs buckled and he knelt on the ground.

"I tried my best~"

At this moment, the large number of Jin people gathered on the banks of Baimajin, seeing the deadly iron cart approaching again, all went into a frenzy as if a pot had been boiled over.

The golden figures near the pontoon bridge surged forward like madmen, desperately trying to get onto the bridge and reach the other side before the metal carts could reach them.

In an effort to get onto the bridge as quickly as possible, some people even brandished weapons and slashed at those in front of them.

The outbreak of infighting further exacerbated the chaos. Ali, who had already crossed the bridge, was furious and led his personal guards back to execute the mutinous soldiers and restore discipline.

Such a chaotic situation can only lead to one outcome: no one can leave.

The Jurchens, having traveled over two hundred miles overnight, were already in a state of mental collapse and their eyes were bloodshot.

At this point, let alone any Meng'an or Mouke, even Ali, a commander of ten thousand households, would die if he blocked their escape route!
On the narrow pontoon bridge, the Jurchen soldiers fought each other fiercely.

Ali's personal guards were quickly slaughtered.

Despite his well-equipped armor and desperate efforts to hold on, Ali was struck by a spiked club and smashed into the river.

He came from a fishing and hunting tribe and was skilled in swimming.

No matter how good a swimmer he was, wearing heavy armor and with his ribs broken, he couldn't float after falling into the river.

"Gurgle~~~"

Another Jurchen general who should have enjoyed a lifetime and died a peaceful death has prematurely ended his life's journey.

Looking at the chaotic pontoon bridge, Wanyan Zongwang's eyes were filled with despair.

The morale of the troops has completely collapsed this time.

The Jurchens before them looked exactly like the Song army they had once despised and who would collapse at the slightest touch.

"What good will it do after we cross the river?"

Wanyan Zongwang laughed bitterly, "Without the morale and fighting spirit of the army, they are nothing but scattered rabble."

"The land of Hebei is teeming with rebel armies that will engulf you all."

"Second Prince!" His personal guards rushed forward, grabbed the reins, and galloped away. "Run!"

The metal truck has arrived.

It crashed into and crushed the chaotic golden statues, approaching within tens of meters of the pontoon bridge shore.

The muzzle of the cannon was slightly lowered.

'Thump thump thump thump~~~'

Machine gun.

As the name suggests, it is a cannon that can fire like a machine gun.

Lin Dao unleashed full firepower, raining down dense shells that started from the stones securing the pontoon bridge and continued blasting forward along the bridge.

The shells landed in the crowded, infighting Jin people.

It wasn't just a bloody mess anymore; it was a complete bloodbath!
The river breeze caused the blood to swirl and even obscure the sighting equipment of the infantry fighting vehicle.

The fire finally stopped in the forest.

When viewed through the red-hot observation and aiming equipment, the pontoon bridge had already been blown to pieces, some dozens of feet long.

The broken wooden planks were covered with blood-stained fragments, floating up and down with the river.

A long trail of blood appeared where the original Baimajin pontoon bridge used to be.

The river water continued to wash away the blood, gradually diluting it until it returned to the river's original color.

"The invaders will eventually perish."

"The Mother River swallows up sinners."

Lin Dao was unusually artsy.

After a brief sigh, he turned the cannon and continued searching for targets.

All around were tens of thousands of Jin soldiers who were fleeing in disarray.

Lin Dao ignored those who were running on two legs and focused his artillery fire on those who were riding horses, especially those riding in groups.

"At this time, to still have a horse to ride and guards by one's side, one must be a noble person from the Jin Kingdom."

"They specifically target influential people!"

A barrage of cannonballs flew into the fleeing Jurchen cavalry.

Amidst the flames and smoke, men and horses were thrown about.

They continued until all the hundreds of rounds of ammunition were used up.

Lin Dao has just started the journey to Yonghe Time and Space.

When he returned, he did not come in a tank, but instead donned his scandium alloy armor and held an MG machine gun in both hands.

The long bullet chain wrapped around his body gave him the look of a lone hero.

'Zzzzz~'

I walked along the chaotic riverbank.

Lin Dao would occasionally pull the trigger, firing a burst of bullets.

The physical enhancements he gained from the time travel were enough to allow him to stabilize the recoil of a machine gun using only his hands.

He held it very steadily and shot very accurately.

If we ignore the scattered, defeated soldiers, their ultimate fate will be to be swallowed up by the angry people of this land.

Groups of three or five depend on fate.

If fate allows, then sweep it all away.

If someone is riding a horse, then you've hit the jackpot; pull the trigger and fire a hundred or so shots.

They searched for kindred spirits along the way and inquired of the defeated Jin soldiers.

"Where is your benefactor?"

Most of the defeated Jurchen soldiers responded in silence.

Lin Dao repaid them with bullets.

Some people even broke down and pointed out the location of a certain person.

Along the way, Lin Dao changed his ammunition belt and gun barrel several times. He heard of dozens or even hundreds of Meng'an Mouke and Wanhu (military commanders) with names and surnames.

"That's the Second Prince over there."

The wounded Jin soldier pointed to a pile of centaur corpses not far away and cried out, "Spare me!"

Lin Dao first glanced at the troops over there, then examined the wounded soldiers' injuries.

Shrapnel from the shell pierced his abdomen, and the blood beneath him had already pooled.

"His liver and kidneys were damaged, and he almost bled out."

Lin Dao shook his head and drew his pistol. "I'll send you on your way as payment."

'boom! '

Stepping to the spot pointed out by the wounded soldier, one finds hundreds of corpses of men and horses piled up there.

There are seven or eight craters nearby, from which white smoke is still rising.

Lin Dao thought for a moment and realized that it must have been when he was driving the infantry fighting vehicle earlier that he saw the cavalry gathering here and fired a burst of shells at them.

Most of the people and horses were lifeless.

A small number of them were also about to pass away.

Finally, amidst the numerous corpses of the Jin people, they found a burly man clad in iron armor, his golden helmet lying to the side, his legs blown off.

Lin Dao took two steps forward and turned his head to the side.

"Wanyan Zongwang?"

Wanyan Zongwang, his head resting on the horse's belly, was breathing heavily.

It's me~~~

(End of this chapter)