Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 317 Chainsaw
'Whoosh whoosh~'

The flares with parachutes drifted slowly and wobbled down from the sky.

An orange halo illuminated the night sky.

The people who were busy fighting all subconsciously stopped and looked over.

This bizarre scenery is extremely rare.

The Red Turban Army was the first to come to their senses.

Their Ming king had brought out many strange and wonderful things, and their cognitive and accepting abilities surpassed those of the Yuan army.

Seizing the initiative, they engaged in fierce fighting, causing the Yuan army to cry out in terror.

At this time, the fierce battle inside Taiping Gate was most intense at the city gate itself, except for the horse ramps on the left and right sides leading up to the city wall.

A large number of Yuan troops surged in like a tidal wave, heading straight for the city gate.

Fu Youde, who was ordered to guard the city gate, led his troops to form a dense group of armored soldiers in front of the city gate to withstand the Yuan army's attack.

Behind them, more and more Red Turban Army soldiers filed in.

‘Buzz~~~’

Fu Youde, holding the post office sign in his hand, roared repeatedly.

He wielded the chainsaw repeatedly, cutting through the Yuan soldiers in front of him.

The Yuan soldiers at the forefront swung their swords at the serrated edge and were instantly sent flying.

"Sizzle~~~"

The high-speed rotating saw teeth pressed down on his chest with a backhand motion.

The iron armor worn by the Yuan soldiers was quickly cut open, and then the flesh and bones were cut apart.

The splattering blood, like a fountain, sprayed all over Fu Youde.

But Fu Youde didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he laughed like a pervert and kept pressing the chainsaw down.

Amidst a piercing scream, the Yuan soldier was sliced ​​in two from the shoulder.

On the battlefield, all sorts of terrible things can happen, but the soldiers who go to the battlefield actually have a very strong psychological resilience.

Even so, the horrific sight of the severed blades still terrified many Yuan soldiers, sending chills down their spines and making them break out in a cold sweat.

Killing someone with a single blow is one thing, but what kind of nonsense is this?

"Hahaha~~~"

Fu Youde continued forward with a grotesque laugh, ignoring the arrows flying towards him, and brandishing his chainsaw to saw people indiscriminately.

The Red Turban Army soldiers behind him also marched forward in formation, actually pushing back the Yuan army that was attacking the city gate.

On the city wall, Baibuha, witnessing this scene, nearly had his eyes bulge out.

"What the hell is this?!"

This is something I've never seen before.

Seeing that the Yuan army was being suppressed, Baibuha raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

With a trembling voice, he ordered, "Quickly, open the gates of the barbican and let the reinforcements rush through!"

A lieutenant tried to persuade him, "Prime Minister, we can barely hold on now, but if the Red Turban rebels seize the city gate, then everything will be over."

"idiot!"

Bai Buha kicked him, saying, "What difference does it make if we lose the outer city gates?"

"At most, it'll just prolong your time, but what good is that!"

"If the Red Turban rebels get onto the city walls, then everything will be over."

"Go!"

"Tell all warriors, whoever can slay that Red Turban bandit general wielding that strange weapon, I guarantee he will be appointed a commander of a thousand!"

Fu Youde's bravery, along with the chainsaw in his hand, put immense psychological pressure on the Yuan army.

At such a time, killing this person would certainly dampen the enemy's morale and boost one's own.

The moment of truth arrived.

At this moment, Tang He, who was leading his men and preparing to take over the attack on the horse path, was enlightened by what he saw.

"Can this thing be used like this?"

He hurriedly went to find his chainsaw, intending to use it on the horse track when he took over the offensive later.

Lin Dao continuously fired flares, illuminating the entire Taipingmen battlefield.

Even people with night blindness can see the general outline.

When the gate of the barbican was opened, Fu Youde's eyes lit up.

"Chang Yuchun assigned me to guard the city gate, but didn't specify which gate I was to guard."

"The gate of the barbican is also a gate!"

"The victory of seizing the gate is within our grasp!"

He quickly adjusted the arrangements, leaving two teams of 100 men to guard Taiping Gate.

He then brandished a chainsaw and led hundreds of armored soldiers toward the city gate of the barbican.

At this moment, a massive wave of Yuan troops surged out of the city gate and engaged in fierce fighting with Fu Youde's forces.

Fu Youde, wielding a chainsaw, was like a tiger descending a mountain; wherever the chainsaw passed, severed limbs and broken pieces flew everywhere.

He also liked to saw vertically, and some unfortunate Yuan soldiers were cut in two from top to bottom. The bloody scene even made many new recruits vomit.

Such a valiant performance naturally attracted the close attention of the Yuan army.

Needless to say, a hail of arrows followed, and crossbows and muskets were all firing wildly at him.

His armor was battered and deformed.

However, Fu Youde remained unmoved and charged straight towards the area where the Yuan army was in large numbers.

With the chainsaw wielded in his hand, he was truly invincible.

Go to hell!

Having withstood the blow that struck his chest armor, Fu Youde grinned maliciously and raised his saw, smashing it onto the shoulder of the Yuan soldier in front of him.

Under the light of the flares, the desperate faces of the Yuan soldiers were clearly visible.

'Click click click~'

'Click~~'

Fu Youde, who was expecting a scene of gushing blood, looked at the chainsaw in his hand with confusion as it lost power.

"what happened?"

He didn't know that the fuel had run out.

I assumed it was just a broken chainsaw.

"This is bad." The thought of ruining something so precious made Fu Youde, who had been so aroused earlier, instantly calm down.

'If the King of Hell makes me pay, how can I pay?'

Anyway, he had never seen a shop that sold this kind of thing.

Seeing that the Yuan army was closing in again, Fu Youde hurriedly turned and ran.

The Yuan soldiers who had narrowly escaped death collapsed to the ground, the sound of water flowing between their legs incessant. Looking to the side, they saw that their shoulder armor had been ripped open, and blood was gushing out.

"Tang and his brothers~"

Fu Youde, carrying a chainsaw, ran up to Tang He and said, "Can I borrow your chainsaw?"

Tang looked at the chainsaw in his hand with a puzzled expression. "Don't you have one?"

"Hi~"

Fu Youde warmly greeted him, saying, "This saw is rough to the touch; it just doesn't feel right to use."

"Let's switch. I should be able to use yours more easily."

Tang was alert, but not much.

Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

He hesitated, wanting to refuse, but Fu Youde enthusiastically said, "Last time when the Ming King gave out rewards, I bought two bottles of Jiannanchun at the department store. I'll give them to you after the battle."

Tang He, who especially loved fine wine, immediately smiled.

He handed over his chainsaw, saying, "We're all brothers, no need to be so polite."

They swapped chainsaws, and Fu Youde tried it on the spot and it worked.

Hearing the roar of the chainsaw, he laughed loudly and ran back to the front line.

Tang He, carrying the chainsaw he had exchanged with Fu Youde, felt it was a bit light.

When Professor Lin and his colleagues used the method, they quickly got the hang of it, but no one ever gave them any extra encouragement.

Just as they were about to try, they heard Chang Yuchun roar, "Tang He, you guys go!"

Tang He led his men onto the horse track.

Tang He, leading the charge, charged towards the Yuan army with a chainsaw in hand.

He pulled the starting rope hard, but there was no response.

I tried pulling several more times, but there was still no response.

He was suddenly startled, realizing why Fu Youde had come to exchange the chainsaw.

"Damn it~~~"

Without mentioning how Tang He greeted his elders, Fu Youde once again raised his chainsaw and led his armored soldiers in a fierce charge against the Yuan army.

In terms of individual martial arts skills, the Red Turban Army was not necessarily stronger than the Yuan Army.

But their equipment was too good.

Several hundred armored soldiers, all wearing extremely strong iron armor.

Ranged attacks are almost ineffective, and in close combat, swords, spears, and halberds are barely effective.

With such powerful defenses, even a large number of Yuan soldiers would find it difficult to break through.

They stubbornly pushed forward despite the Yuan army's obstruction, and finally reached the gate of the barbican.

"Go up and block it!"

Fu Youde divided his followers into two.

He turned halfway around to resist the Yuan army behind him.

He led half of his troops into the city gate and formed an iron wall to block the Yuan army inside the city.

The Yuan army inside the city knew they couldn't let the Red Turban rebels seize the barbican gate, otherwise Jiqing City would be considered breached.

They rallied their elite forces and launched a fierce counterattack.

A fierce battle broke out between the two sides inside the city gate.

Due to the limitations of the surrounding environment, there was simply no room for maneuver.

It can only be a face-to-face fight.

Fu Youde, holding a chainsaw, stood at the very front.

He kept swinging the chainsaw in his hand, moving forward step by step.

His arms were showing signs of weakening.

Driven by the shock of the battlefield environment, he with bloodshot eyes withdrew the various weapons hitting him and pushed forward relentlessly.

As they advanced, their feet were covered with severed limbs and bodies, as well as Yuan soldiers whose bodies had been cut open, crawling and howling on the ground.

Clang!

A thick-backed knife slashed down on his shoulder, the force of which made Fu Youde feel nauseous and his chest tighten.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbed the blade with one hand, and raised the chainsaw with the other, chopping it down from top to bottom.

The serrated edge slid down from the Yuan soldier's forehead, instantly ripping him open.

Various kinds of sewage flowed out with a gurgling sound.

A sharp axe came crashing down, and Fu Youde hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

It failed to cut through the armor on his arm, but the impact shattered his arm bone.

The chainsaw in his hand also fell to the ground.

Fu Youde roared and used his other, still-functioning arm to punch the Yuan soldier in the face.

With just one punch, he smashed the Yuan soldier's face until it was covered in bruises.

A fist wearing an iron glove is more lethal than a brass knuckle.

The Red Turban Army soldiers surged forward from behind, protecting Fu Youde on his side.

"I won't back out!"

Fu Youde, with one arm hanging limply, took the hammer from his waist and roared as he continued forward, swinging the hammer.

They fought their way through, and the piles of corpses under their feet were so high that they had to climb over them.

Finally, his view turned to emptiness.

They actually fought their way out of the city gate and onto the main street.

Looking at the numerous houses before him, Fu Youde, his strength surging once more, led his troops out of the city gate.

The Yuan army inside the city went mad, and they rushed in from all directions to fight.

We must block the city gates even at the cost of our lives.

Close-quarters combat in the era of cold weapons was extremely brutal.

If it weren't for the high-strength armor provided by Lin Dao, these Red Turban soldiers would probably have been surrounded and killed long ago.

Even so, they still suffered heavy losses in the face of the Yuan army's fierce counterattack.

"Step aside!"

Chang Yuchun's roar came from behind.

Fu Youde subconsciously turned his head and saw Chang Yuchun leading a large number of Red Turban Army soldiers, rushing out of the city gate and into Jiqing City.

As Chang Yuchun passed by Fu Youde and saw that Fu Youde's armor had been stained red, he nodded to him.

"Good man!"

(End of this chapter)