Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 296 Breaking Out of Hangzhou

"With long spears in front, hold off the enemy's armor!"

"Leaping behind, heavy troops breaking through armor!"

"Archers, retreat! Musketeers, advance!"

Compared to those bird-walking enthusiasts at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Mongol people at the end of the Yuan Dynasty were clearly more powerful in combat.

Upon arriving at the spacious main street, the scouts reorganized their ranks to deal with the group of heavily armored soldiers who rushed out.

Chang Yuchun roared, and the armored soldiers in the front row took off their riot shields and quickly stepped forward to form a shield formation.

The strong, heavily armored soldiers used their shoulders to brace against the riot shields and supports, forcefully resisting the impact of the muskets.

'Boom boom boom boom~'

Amidst the billowing smoke, dozens of lead bullets whistled out, achieving a ignition success rate of nearly two-thirds.

The Yuan army differed from the Manchus, who feared the strength of the Han Chinese and emphasized archery and horsemanship while refusing to use firearms.

They used firearms extensively and even spread them to Europe.

At that time, gunpowder and firearms technology were very primitive, and even the most basic ignition success rate was usually only slightly over 50%.

Furthermore, the muzzle velocity of the homemade gun was not high, and the bullet strength was also insufficient.

The impact with the sturdy riot shield did not penetrate it; it merely knocked people over due to the force of the impact.

"This is really something!"

"You should be riding horses and shooting arrows."

Looking at the plumes of smoke rising not far ahead, and the forest path protected by the shield, he stood up.

He holds a large gun in one hand, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

Then he turned around and walked away.

Arriving at the carriage, he gestured to Cao Miaoqing and Zhang Miaojing inside to pull out the largest of the several travel bags from inside the carriage.

They were so exhausted that they finally managed to pull out their travel bags.

"This package is so heavy!"

Lin Dao shoved the large gun into Lan Yu's hand as she drove, then unzipped the jacket to reveal the gun and ammunition inside.

First, hang the Glock 17 around your waist, then crossbody the AUG.

He then took out the MG machine gun, wrapped the extended ammunition belt around his body, and slung the gun sling over his shoulder.

Finally, there were two rows of tactical belts loaded with grenades, tied around the waist.

He held the MG machine gun with both hands.

He instructed Lan Yu, who was carrying a large gun, to follow him, along with the travel bag containing the remaining supplies.

As for the job of driving, it was Shi Nai'an who took over.

"Trying to play with guns with me, huh?"

"Watch closely, this is what real shooting looks like!"

At this moment, Chang Yuchun and his men had already charged into the ranks of the scouts and the two sides were engaged in fierce fighting.

They were all elites selected by Lin Dao, and had served on the battlefield.

He was tall and strong, skilled in martial arts, and wore a full set of heavy armor.

In the midst of the battle, they were like steel fortresses, rampaging and crashing about.

This is the main street of Hangzhou.

One end leads to the government office, and the other end leads to the city gate, outside of which is the Qiantang River wharf.

Lin Dao, carrying a machine gun, strode towards the city gate.

He shouted loudly, "Get out of the way!"

The heavily armored soldiers, caught in the midst of battle, quickly parted to make way for each other.

Lin Dao strode forward, pointed his machine gun at the musketeers who were busy reloading their guns not far away, and pulled the trigger.

'Zzzzz~~~'

With his powerful arm strength, he stabilized the recoil and kept the gun barrel under control to continue firing.

Smoking bullet casings fell in droves, scattering across the ground with each step along the forest path, their shells striking the stone slabs with a crisp sound.

A dense hail of bullets flew in, and the musketeers, busy reloading their homemade guns, fell to the ground, splattered with blood.

Swordsmen, shieldmen, archers, and long-armed soldiers fell in droves, like fallen wheat.

A hit to the torso will break the body.

If you hit a limb, it will shatter or break it.

The cavalry fared even worse; in Lindao, the strategy for fighting cavalry was always to attack the horses first.

The warhorse that was shot struggled violently in pain, not only throwing the rider off the horse, but also trampling on it with its hooves and even having its hundreds of pounds of body fall and crush it. That was more painful than death.

Lin Dao, wielding a machine gun and firing, led the charge.

When the bullets ran out, he changed the ammunition belt from his travel bag.

If the barrel turns red and starts to smoke, take out the spare barrel and replace it.

Some Mongols fled into the shops on both sides of the street.

Sometimes Lin Dao would sweep in a burst of bullets, sometimes he would throw in a grenade.

A deafening explosion rang out, followed by bursts of fire and smoke, and countless fragments flew everywhere.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was terrified.

Chang Yuchun, holding a large gun, watched with his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

He was arrogant and brave, even believing he could kill a hundred people.

But having witnessed firsthand the Ming King's methods of killing enemies, he felt his own insignificance for the first time.

He could see by looking down that the Mongol warriors, clad in iron armor, were still being riddled with holes by the Ming King's magical weapons.

The armor had several bloody holes, and the Mongol who was still alive was twitching like a shrimp.

He raised his spear and plunged it into the throat of the Mongol.

Chang Yuchun looked up and took a step, and saw Ming Wang take a round iron ball from his waist.

He tugged at it and threw it into a grain shop on the side of the street.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, smoke and flames erupted, and the smell was pungent.

Chang Yuchun and several companions charged in with their weapons and finished off the Mongol people who had hidden there.

He witnessed firsthand the miserable state of these Mongols.

His body was riddled with holes, his hair and beard were charred and burning, and his clothes were smoldering.

Those who were lucky enough to survive were either coughing up large amounts of blood or lying on the ground convulsing.

"This is a power that only gods can possess." At this moment, the entire city of Hangzhou was in an uproar.

Patrol officers, city guards, and even constables from the government offices all flocked in from all directions.

The first to run were the constables from the government office.

They rushed into the street and faced a hail of bullets from Lin Dao head-on.

Those in front fell, and those behind immediately turned around and returned along the same route at an even faster speed.

These yamen runners were adept at extorting money, demanding bribes, and bullying the common people.

But when you actually go to the battlefield, you just wish your parents had given you two more legs.

"Officer, weren't we here to arrest a wanted criminal?"

Several constables, trembling, hid in a silk shop by the street. "How did it turn into an army war?"

He thought he was about to make a name for himself, and ran over excitedly.

They were even worried that someone would steal their credit.

The result was that when they actually stepped onto the stage, it turned out to be an extremely difficult match!
The constable, huddled under the cabinet, trembled violently. "How the hell was I supposed to know?!"

"The county magistrate said..."

A round, bulging iron ball slammed onto the cabinet and rolled down in front of the group.

The constable's words trailed off as he stared in disbelief at the iron ball before him. "This is...!"

'Boom~~~'

The patrol and inspection division performed better.

When they arrived, they caught Lin Dao changing his gun barrel and ammunition.

Then they ran into the heavily armored soldiers of the Imperial Guard.

The waist knives that used to scare small vendors would now hurt their hands and make it hard to hold the knife when they struck armor, or they would simply break.

This is simply impossible to break through the defense.

The heavy infantry's counterattacks always took lives.

By the time Lin Dao had replaced the gun barrel and ammunition belt, all the surviving patrol officers had already fled.

When the garrison troops arrived, they learned the news from the routed soldiers and simply turned around and left.

A few hundred coins a month, and they're always in arrears—what kind of life is this?!
The group of no more than a hundred people on the forest road escorted the carriage forward, leaving behind a trail of corpses along the way.

In the end, no one dared to stand in their way.

But the unwilling Mongols kept gathering at the back of the column.

They fired continuously with muskets and crossbows, especially focusing their fire on the wagons.

The carriage had been modified, with steel plates added.

Unafraid of muskets and crossbows, the clanging and banging sounds frightened the two girls in the carriage, causing them to scream repeatedly.

Lin Dao returned to retrieve his travel bag full of ammunition and was enraged upon seeing this scene.

He instructed the group to continue towards the city gate, while he himself walked into an alley on the side of the street.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, a loud crashing sound of houses collapsing came from the narrow alley.

The engine roared, propelling the infantry fighting vehicle to smash through everything in its path.

Once on the main street, Lin Dao turned the car around, pointing the flamethrower nozzles at the unwilling Mongols.

'Whoosh~~~'

A fire dragon erupted and instantly engulfed the street.

Hundreds of Mongols were swallowed by the fire dragon and transformed into moving torches.

This flame cannot be extinguished; once you are tainted, your fate is sealed.

The fire people shouted, yelled, ran, and jumped wildly.

Until it collapsed completely and fell silent.

The engine spewed black smoke, and the infantry fighting vehicle's tracks crushed the stone road, engulfing the corpses of the Mongols along the way.

Flamethrowers spewed out streams of fire from time to time, engulfing the frantically fleeing Mughals.

Lin Dao turned on the air filtration system, since the smell coming from outside was a bit pungent.

He chased the Mughals, burning everything in his path, turning the entire main street into a living hell.

People often say that Lin Dao has a strong desire to kill.

Lin Dao never refuted this; he simply continued doing it.

To deal with a vicious enemy, you don't need to kill them; do you expect us to sit down and have a couple of drinks?
Once he was sure no one was chasing him, Lin Dao turned the car around and drove towards the city gate.

"You bunch of people who only use cold weapons think you can mess with me?"

"Swords, spears, and halberds are outdated in my eyes."

Being inside the infantry fighting vehicle, Lin Dao felt incredibly safe.

During the drive, I even took a break to drink a bottle of Red Bull to replenish my energy.

After all, fighting a war is a very mentally and physically exhausting activity.

Upon arriving at the city gate, they found it already occupied by heavily armored soldiers, all guarding the gate and waiting for the Ming King.

After sending the armored vehicle away, Lin Dao returned to find himself surrounded by admiration and respect in everyone's eyes.

"Walk."

Lin Dao strode towards the city gate and said, "Leave the city."

Not far outside the city gate is the wharf on the Qiantang River.

The ships, which had been prepared long ago, were already waiting here.

Untie the reins of the horse, pat its rump, and let it run away on its own.

He summoned a group of guards and soldiers, who then pushed the carriage into the Qiantang River.

The group boarded the ship one by one.

No Mongol troops came to stop them throughout the entire journey.

There was nothing to stop them, not even anything that appeared within their field of vision.

After the most daring scouts, the Red Army, were defeated, all the imperial forces in Hangzhou were subdued by Lin Dao.

I'm truly impressed; they're not even in the same league.

Lin Dao was both thunderous and fire-breathing; he was practically a god descending to earth.

The Yuan army, armed with swords, spears, and halberds, didn't even have the courage to approach.

Lin Dao, the last to board the ship, gazed at the city of Hangzhou not far away.

"Next time I come, I'll bring a large army."

(End of this chapter)