Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 225 Lin Dao Wields His Spear to Save the Tang King (Bonus Chapter by Silver Alliance Leader Nuanyang1314)

July 19th, the third year of the Wude era.

Luozhou, Xin'an County, Cijian.

Lin Dao, dressed in scandium alloy armor, carrying a travel bag, with a gun sling wrapped with ammunition belts on his shoulders, and holding a machine gun in both hands, looked around.

The dirt road beneath our feet was uneven, interspersed with human footprints, vehicle tracks, and wild animal hoofprints.

On both sides of the road are sparse trees and dense weeds.

From time to time, some slight movements could be heard from the waist-high weeds, as nimble little animals darted about.

Turning my head to the right, I saw a large, turbulent river flowing by more than a hundred meters away.

Lin Dao looked up at the sky.

The sun was blinding, and the heat was intense.

Looking down at his own suffocating suit of armor, which gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

Scandium alloys are also thermally conductive.

I surveyed the surrounding environment, especially the roads.

Lin Dao planned to head back and brought the SUV over to enjoy the air conditioning.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered!
At the bend in the road ahead, hundreds of riders surged out in dense formation.

The knight riding at the forefront wore a black robe, with rolled ear flaps on his head and a helmet with a sash around his neck.

The front of the body consists of two separate breastplates, each inlaid with a round guard.

The rounded surface is polished to an extremely smooth finish, like a mirror.

Under the sunlight, it reflected a dazzling light.

Upon seeing this, Lin Dao recognized it as the famous Mingguang Armor.

Why is this person's armor all painted black?

The cavalrymen chasing behind spurred their horses, shouting and cursing, while some of the cavalrymen in front would occasionally draw their bows and shoot at the pursuing knights.

The fleeing young knight looked up and saw the armored soldiers standing by the roadside ahead, and his heart tightened.

'Could this be my final resting place?'

Among the pursuing cavalry, someone shouted, "Li Erlang! Today is your death day!"

A name suddenly flashed through Lin Dao's mind.

Pull the bolt to release the safety.

He held the MG machine gun firmly in both hands, as steady as a rock.

'Zzzzz~~~'

A dense hail of bullets spurted from the muzzle, whizzing past Li Er and disappearing into the cavalry formation.

In an instant, men and horses were thrown into chaos.

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone.

The warhorses, in particular, were agitated by the thunderous gunfire and quickly became panicked and agitated.

The young man, called Li Erlang, slowed down his warhorse, which neighed and swayed.

Li Erlang tried his best to control the horse, but was eventually thrown off.

He fell rather awkwardly, and one of his legs was also injured.

He struggled to his feet and immediately saw the strangely dressed white-robed armored warrior walking towards him.

The pursuers were also in chaos, struggling and shouting as they tried to control their horses, unable to catch up.

Li Erlang, supporting himself, gripped the horse spear tightly with both hands.

His eyes were fixed on the machine gun in Lin Dao's hand, the muzzle of which was still emitting white smoke.

Seven steps away, Lin Dao stopped and carefully examined the person in front of him.

He was dressed in black, gleaming armor, his face was ashen, and his most striking feature was his thick beard.

Lin Dao tilted his head slightly, pointing the gun at the young man, and asked, "What year is it today?"

Li Erlang gripped his lance tightly.

Having practiced martial arts diligently for many years, he could pierce the face of the person opposite him in just seven steps, in the blink of an eye.

But for some reason, having this thought makes me very panicked, as if I would die if I made a move!

This kind of instinct, honed on the battlefield, made him hesitant to take action.

When asked, he paused for a moment before responding.

"The 19th day of the seventh month in the third year of Wude."

Lin Dao nodded and asked again, "Where is this place?"

"Luozhou, Cijian".

The last question: "Who are you?"

Li Erlang fell silent.

At this moment, among the cavalry who had managed to control their horses, a general rode out and responded loudly.

"He is Li Shimin, the second prince of the pseudo-Tang Dynasty, Prince of Qin, Grand Commandant, Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, Governor of Yongzhou, Minister of the Imperial Secretariat of the Shaanxi-Eastern Circuit and Yizhou Circuit, General of the Left Martial Guard, and Governor-General of Liangzhou!"

Li Erlang keenly noticed that the strange weapon in the armored man's hand was drooping slightly.

"Li Shimin".

"So it was you, Li Erfeng!"

Lin Dao determined the time, place, and people involved.

I'm just a little curious how this time portal opened to the third year of the Wude era.

A few years earlier, it was the chaotic end of the Sui Dynasty.

In the present context, it would be Li Shimin attacking Wang Shichong in Luoyang.

He led only a few men deep behind enemy lines to conduct reconnaissance, where he encountered Shan Xiongxin and was nearly killed.

"The background of the story of the Eighteen Monks Saving the Tang Emperor".

Where is the monk with the stick?

Lin Dao turned his head and looked at the person who had called out Li Shimin's name. "And who are you?"

The man responded loudly, "It is General Shan Xiongxin of the Great Zheng Dynasty!"

“This young man.”

Shan Xiongxin shouted, "His Majesty the Emperor of Great Zheng treats the virtuous and talented with respect and makes good use of heroes from all over the world."

"If you, my lord, can capture the prince of the false Tang Dynasty, His Majesty the Emperor will surely reward you handsomely, granting you a title and a high-ranking position. You can have all the gold, silver, and women you desire!"

Lin Dao grinned from behind the mask.

"No."

Li Erfeng, who was about to offer some advice, swallowed her words back.

Dan Xiongxin asked, puzzled, "May I ask, sir, why is this?"

"How can the sons of the Han people serve as cattle and horses for the barbarians?"

Wang Shichong, who usurped the throne and established the Zheng dynasty, was a non-Han Chinese.

Shan Xiongxin frowned. "His Li family are also Hu people."

Lin Dao looked at Li Erfeng and asked, "Are your family of Hu people?"

Li Erfeng smiled and said, "The Li family of Longxi are descendants of Han people from Zhao County, of Han blood!"

Lin Dao tilted his head and gestured for him to go to the side.

Li Erfeng, who was holding a lance, stepped aside to make way.

next moment.

'Zzzzzzz~~~' The chainsaw roared, and hot cartridge cases fell continuously, clattering as they hit the ground.

Shan Xiongxin, renowned among all armies and known as the Flying General, and his dozens of cavalrymen were all felled by a hail of bullets.

Li Erfeng, who was watching this scene from the side, was also terrified.

What on earth is this thing that is so terrifying?

If it had been the Xuanjia Army soldiers who were shot down...
I simply can't bear to think about it.

Lin Dao only stopped firing after he had used up all his ammunition. Shan Xiongxin's men and their horses all fell into pools of blood.

This so-called fierce general, who was said to be able to defeat ten thousand men, didn't even have the chance to use his horse spear.

Lower the smoking machine gun to cool it down.

Lin Dao, with a pistol at his waist, looked at the dazed Li Erfeng and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Li Erfeng glanced at her warhorse, whose leg had been broken.

Looking at Shan Xiongxin's side, there wasn't a single horse that could stand up.

He shook his head. "The reinforcements will arrive soon, seeing that I've been gone for so long."

Seeing Lin Dao staring at the lance in his hand, he simply put the lance on the ground and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Li Shimin thanks you for your help, sir."

"May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

"My surname is Lin, my given name is Dao, and my courtesy name is Zihou."

Lin Dao walked to an elm tree by the roadside, opened his travel bag, took out a blanket, spread it on the ground, and sat down.

He took out another bottle of Nongfu Spring water, unscrewed the cap, removed his mask, and gulped it down.

Li Erfeng looked up at the sky.

At noon, the sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brightly on the earth.

A wave of heat swept over me; even though I was wearing a suit of armor, my throat felt parched and burning. It was truly unbearably hot and humid.

The tree-lined path under the shade of the trees beckoned, "It's so hot today, come and rest for a while."

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Erfeng immediately limped over.

He took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring water and tossed it over. Li Erfeng caught it, and following Lin Dao's example, unscrewed the cap and drank it all in one gulp.

He was caught off guard and surrounded. He fought his way out and escaped, but he was already extremely thirsty and his throat was on fire.

After drinking the water to quench his thirst, he carefully examined the plastic bottle in his hand.

"Neither gold nor jade, what is this?"

“Polymer.” Lin Dao took out a camping stove from his travel bag. “Plastic.”

"Cooked food? What is that?"

Standing under the tree, Li Erfeng carefully examined the bottle with its packaging torn off, and the more she looked, the more surprised she became.

"I have never seen such an object before."

As the son of a duke, he was quite knowledgeable and worldly-wise.

But this thing feels soft to the touch, yet it's transparent; I've never seen anything like it before.

‘Click! ’

With a crisp sound, Lin Dao lit the picnic stove and set up the frying pan.

Pour in the oil, tear open the packaging bag, put the pork chops into the pan to fry, and then sprinkle with some salt and pepper.

The sizzling pork ribs and the irresistible aroma of meat made Li Erfeng's stomach rumble as she fought her way out of the fray.

Once the steak was cooked, Lin Dao took out a fork and handed it over.

Li Erfeng didn't stand on ceremony and immediately knelt down on the ground.

His injured leg was a little painful, but he stubbornly endured it without saying a word.

He took the fork, picked up a piece of steak from the forest path, and then reached in and forked another piece, stuffing it into his mouth.

"tasty."

Li Erfeng praised repeatedly.

When you're starving, everything tastes delicious, especially fried meat.

Lin Dao handed over another bottle of water.

Li Erfeng didn't stand on ceremony and started eating and drinking at the same time.

Neither of them spoke, focusing solely on eating and drinking.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Lin Dao put away the frying pan and the outdoor cooking stove.

He leaned against the elm tree trunk, picked his teeth with a toothpick, looked at Li Erfeng, and asked.

What is your opinion of the Hu people?

Li Erfeng's heart tightened.

He could sense that his answer was important, even related to how the strange man in front of him would treat him.

He recalled the conversation between Lin Dao and Shan Xiongxin earlier.

He immediately responded in a deep voice, "The barbarians are wicked and cruel by nature."

"They have plagued China for hundreds of years and their sins are grave."

"They should be eliminated!"

Lin Dao smiled.

"I hope you can keep your word."

“That’s natural.” Li Erfeng nodded. “I keep my word.”

Lin Dao took out a fragrant herb, lit it, and began to exhale clouds of smoke.

Li Erfeng was dumbfounded by what she saw. "What is this?"

"It's bad for your health," Lin Dao said with a smile, shaking his head. "You'd better not try it."

Li Erfeng, who was only in her early twenties this year, immediately objected, saying, "I don't believe it."

Lin Dao didn't waste any words and tossed one to him.

'Clap. '

A disposable lighter was handed to Li Erfeng, who imitated Lin Dao by lighting it and inhaling the flame.
'Cough cough cough cough~~~'

This outburst made Li Erfeng's face turn red.

He shook his head and threw away the vanilla in his hand.

Immediately, his gaze fell upon the disposable lighter in Lin Dao's hand.

"Fancy it?"

Lin Dao smiled, raised his hand and tossed it over, "It's yours."

"How dare you."

Li Erfeng grabbed the disposable lighter, saying, "Brother, how could I possibly keep such a treasure for myself?"

‘Click! ’

He had already skillfully imitated Lin Dao's movements and created flames.

"Have you ever thought about it?"

Lin Dao then asked, "You basically conquered the Tang Dynasty."

"What if you are not the heir to the Tang Dynasty?"

The lighter in Li Erfeng's hand extinguished the fire instantly.

(End of this chapter)