Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 306 Team Training
"Fire Dragon".

Lin Dao pressed his arm down, "Don't move."

Shi Nai'an, fully armored, suggested using fire dragons, or Molotov cocktails, to deal with the charging Yuan army.

However, Lin Dao refused.

Looking at the troops marching in formation outside the city, Lin Dao shook his head. "Their armor is good, and their formation is quite orderly."

"Judging by the banners, they are still Han troops."

"I'm not going to fight these cannon fodder."

No matter how many cannon fodder are killed, it's useless; the Mongols can always pull up more cannon fodder at any time.

Only by striking at the core and eliminating a large number of the Mongol and Semu people's manpower can we truly cripple them.

Therefore, in previous battles, the Red Turban Army had always fought cautiously.

Molotov cocktails and Gatling guns were reserved for dealing with the Mongols.

He will not use it until the main force of the Mongols arrives.

Tens of thousands of landlord militia surged up the sloping earthen slope covered with corpses and sacks like a tidal wave.

Those in the very front row were even carrying iron shields and wearing iron armor.

The landlords' armed forces had money and supplies, enabling them to arm their core troops.

They were treated well; at least they didn't lack food.

Their fighting strength and morale were far superior to those of the Han army.

Bolotemur promised them that if they could capture the city, he would give them the greatest credit.

Not only will they gain the right to massacre a city, but they will also be provided with a great deal of supplies, including iron armor.

With the obvious benefits right in front of them, these landlord militias were also roused to fight.

The crossbows were not very effective; they made a dull thud when they hit the shield.

Those leading the way were all desperate criminals from the landlords' armed forces.

They stared at the city walls as they drew closer, their eyes filled with longing.

The merit of being the first to reach the summit!

Official position, wealth, and beautiful women!

In chaotic times, one must rely on one's own sword and spear to fight for the wealth and glory that one would never have dared to dream of in ordinary times!

Their breathing quickened, and just as they were about to charge the city wall, rows of gun barrels emerged from the crenellations in front of them.

Many of the landlords' armed warriors paused in their tracks.

They knew all too well the power of these things!

Because of the Tartars' perverse actions, the Central Plains were labeled as ignorant.

In fact, as early as the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, China possessed the world's most advanced and largest-scale firearms.

Both firearms and artillery first appeared in the Middle-earth.

Historically, the Ming army was actually a semi-firearms-equipped army.

Unfortunately, the Tartars appeared.
'Bang bang bang~~~'

A barrage of gunfire erupted, and flames and smoke enveloped the battlements.

The landlord's armed forces, who were already within arm's reach, fell in an instant, one row of them.

The musketeers all used flintlock muskets brought by Lin Dao.

The gun barrels were even made of seamless steel tubing.

Its power was more than ten times greater than that of the homemade guns of that era.

The sergeant in the back row snapped out of his daze and roared, "Reloading will take at least the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, charge!"

Shouting, the crowd leaped forward again, stepping over their companions' bodies.

But the next moment, another row of gun barrels emerged from the crenellations.

'Bang bang bang~~~'

The soldiers who were knocked to the ground never understood, even in death, why the Red Turban rebels' muskets could fire so quickly!
The reason is simple: three-stage firing.

The musketeers were divided into several rows and took turns firing to maintain the density of fire.

The landlord militia, driven by their bloodlust and courage, quickly became a new component of this slope.

Under continuous firing, only a small number of people managed to reach the city wall, where they were immediately stabbed, hacked, or smashed to death by the defenders.

"kill!"

Bolod Timur calmly gave the order to execute the fleeing soldiers who had retreated.

In his eyes, these landlord militiamen were just dogs, perhaps stronger ones.

"Charge!" He looked at the leaders of the landlord militia. "Otherwise—"

Otherwise, they will suffer the same fate as the Han army.

The landlords' militia were going all out, with even the relatives and sons of the big landlords personally forming assault teams to lead the charge.

Despite the casualties, they finally managed to climb the city wall.

The first person to scale the city wall was a scion of a wealthy family in Xiangyang, whose ancestors were said to have connections with Yue Fei's army.

He had just rolled in and hadn't even had time to get his footing when several weapons came at him at once.

A large gun smashed his leg.

After he knelt down, an axe struck him on the shoulder.

Then another spear pierced his face, and a thick-backed sword slashed at his neck.

The reason why the first to scale the city wall, which is the most meritorious of the four, is to be rewarded so generously is that it is extremely difficult to survive once you have climbed the wall.

More and more landlord militiamen trampled over the mountain of corpses and rushed onto the city wall.

They engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the defending troops.

At this point, neither side had any other options but to fight desperately.

On the Red Turban Army's side, casualties gradually began to increase.

In particular, when Bolotemur saw the landlords' forces attack the city walls, he dispatched archers and musketeers to provide long-range support.

Lin Dao stood there, watching the fierce battle not far away, remaining unmoved.

He didn't move when the Mongols didn't come up.

"Let's remove his armor first."

At the medical station, Ma Xiuying held down a wounded soldier who was struggling and crying out in pain, and urgently said, "The bones in his shoulder are broken, remove his armor first."

The inner lining of the Red Turban Army soldiers' armor was mainly made of silk.

The kind of cushioning kits that Lin Dao specially ordered at a high price are not widely available.

Ordinary swords, spears, and arrows are no match for them, but when faced with heavy weapons, they can still be injured or killed.

More and more wounded were carried down from the city wall by stretcher teams.

The health station was quickly filled, and those at the back were simply left outside.

Ma Xiuying tried her best to calm the wounded, telling them that their injuries were not serious and that they would get better.

"The King of Light will never abandon you!" Warriors on the battlefield always find courage in the presence of women.

Many people grit their teeth and endure it.

Ma Xiuying, busy and sweating profusely, gradually became familiar to many of the wounded.

Lin Dao naturally wouldn't pay attention to the stories here.

His attention was always focused on the area inside and outside the city walls.

The shouts of battle were deafening, and the firing of muskets was incessant.

Smoke and fire almost completely enveloped the city walls.

Holding a large spear, Chang Yuchun looked like a mad tiger.

Beneath his spear lay countless dead souls.

The landlords' armed forces that surged onto the city walls could not withstand three shots from him; they were either smashed or stabbed.

In a short time, they had already achieved dozens of victories.

The sound of heavy footsteps rang out as reinforcements surged up the ramparts, slaughtering all the Yuan soldiers who had stormed the city walls.

The crowd blocked the entrance to the barricade, continuously hacking at the spiked barrels outside.

In the passionate clash of steel, life seems so insignificant.

"The Yuan army has retreated!"

Cheers erupted, and the Red Turban Army soldiers cheered and jumped for joy.

The landlords' armed forces launched their fiercest attack, but it was ultimately repelled.

Or rather, the core members of the landlords' armed forces, the clansmen of those large landowners, were almost entirely wiped out in this wave of attacks.

With these core forces gone, it's no surprise that the rest fled.

"happy!"

Chang Yuchun laughed heartily and told his men to "eat and drink quickly to replenish their strength."

"Those who are injured, get bandaged up quickly. Those who can't lift a knife, go to the clinic."

The Red Turban Army soldiers ate compressed biscuits and milk candy, drank herbal tea and Red Bull, and their energy was restored.

As for those who urgently needed to relieve themselves, they simply stood on the city wall to do so.

When there's war, nobody cares about these things.

"Did you have a good time killing people?" Lin Dao asked with a smile, looking at Shi Nai'an who was running back covered in blood. "How many did you kill?"

"I'm ashamed~"

Shi Nai'an scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, "I only chopped down two."

"These Han soldiers are quite capable fighters."

The so-called landlord militia was essentially the predecessor of the hereditary lords of the early Yuan Dynasty.

If a hereditary lord goes any further, he becomes a local warlord.

The landlord militia, organized around families and bound by fellow villagers, was indeed very powerful in combat.

Unfortunately, this time, the core members launched a desperate charge, and although they reached the top of the city wall, they were completely wiped out by the powerful sniping of the Red Turban Army soldiers.

A landlord militia that has lost its core members is nothing more than a rabble.

"Have something to eat, and once you're full, come over and set up the gun rack."

Lin Dao gave a brief instruction and then looked towards the distance outside the city.

The Mongols, who had remained motionless, finally moved.

Bolod Timur did not kill the fleeing soldiers this time.

He could tell that the landlords' militia had indeed done their best.

The core of the enemy was almost wiped out; it was similar to the fact that all the retainers of a general in the late Ming Dynasty had died in battle. This was obviously a desperate effort.

"Warriors!"

With his sword drawn, Bolod Temur rode his horse in front of the army, shouting loudly, "Our Great Yuan is invincible throughout the world!"

"No matter what kind of opponent they were, they all became our defeated foe."

"Wherever the sun shines, that is the territory of my Great Yuan."

"In this battle, there is no turning back!"

"Anyone who dares to retreat, I will kill!"

"If I retreat, anyone can kill me!"

"Our Great Yuan Dynasty is invincible!"

The Mongol troops shouted loudly.

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

Brandishing his sword, Bolotemur shouted, "May the Eternal Heaven protect us! We will conquer this city and slaughter them all!"

"kill!"

Tens of thousands of Mongol soldiers shouted loudly.

"Kill~"

"Kill~~"

"Kill~~~"

The earth-shattering shouts seemed to make the ground tremble.

Waves of Mongols, armed with knives and shields, surged toward the earthen mound made of countless corpses and sacks.

After a series of fierce battles, the height of this earthen slope has become almost the same as the city wall, and its width is more than thirty zhang.

No siege equipment is needed; you can simply step onto the earthen slope to climb the city wall.

Bolod Timur was capable.

Despite being called a flooded city, it did not rush about mindlessly like a pig.

By continuously feeding cannon fodder, the defenders were worn down, and the path to the city walls was opened up.

Finally, he personally led the main force to take the city in one fell swoop.

He demonstrated exceptional command abilities.

On the city wall, Lin Dao called to Chang Yuchun and the others, and they smashed several crenellations with axes and hammers, leaving a wide firing area.

The heavy tripod was fixed to the city wall.

The six-barreled Gatling gun protruded from the gap, pointing diagonally downwards along the ramp.

A row of ammunition boxes were opened, and ammunition belts were attached, ready for firing.

As the leading Mongol warriors stepped onto the slope, Lin Dao activated the pre-set electric detonator.

Amidst the deafening explosions, the archers and musketeers who were firing at the city walls for cover were instantly engulfed by flames and smoke.

'Zzzzz~~~'

The Gatling gun, with its barrel spinning rapidly, spewed out a long, orange-yellow muzzle!
(End of this chapter)