Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 582 The Tibetans number a mere ten thousand, while we have six warriors! The advantage is in our hands~
High-explosive incendiary tracer round.

The blows did not cause any cuts or dismemberment.

All that remained was a cloud of bloody flesh mist.
Whether it's a person or a horse, whether they're wearing armor or horse armor, the result is the same.

The power of modern technological weapons is far from the jokes in movies and TV shows where someone can't even kill a dinosaur with a gun.

The quadruple gun barrels unleashed a storm of metal!

The cannons spewed out tongues of fire half a meter long, firing shell after shell at the Tibetan heavy cavalry.

Although the ammunition reserves have been increased due to the modifications, Lin Dao still believes that the total number is not large.

Therefore, it should be used for high-value goals.

Those heavily armored, armed, and mounted cavalry were undoubtedly the primary targets.

The turret rotated continuously, firing deadly shells one after another.

The Tibetan cavalrymen all around fell in droves, like wheat being harvested with sickles.

"Enjoyed!"

Inside the cockpit, Lin Dao grinned and exclaimed, "Fighting is still the most exciting! This is even more exciting than KFC!"

On the screen in front of me, blood and flesh flew everywhere amidst the smoke of war, and countless cavalrymen fled in disarray. The shouts of men and the neighing of horses, along with the roar of cannons and engines, echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The more than 1,000 Tibetan cavalrymen were completely stunned.

They had never seen, or even imagined, warfare in the age of firearms.

An indestructible steel behemoth, a terrifying weapon that unleashes a barrage of blood and fire.

All of this was beyond the limits of their imagination.

At that moment, the first reaction was to run away.

When faced with the unknown, escape to safety first, and then think about how to deal with it.

The cannons spun continuously, spewing fire at the fleeing cavalry.

The expensively designed aiming and locking system has been put to full performance.

Even the fastest cavalrymen on horseback, once locked on, will inevitably be reduced to dust.

They simply stopped the vehicle on the forest road and checked the battle situation through the observation and aiming system.

When he saw many Tibetan cavalrymen displaying superb horsemanship, lying prone on their horses or hiding under their bellies, he laughed without any surprise.

He'd seen this kind of thing many times before.

Countless people, relying on their excellent riding skills, thought they could escape the clutches of the King of Hell.

Turn the cannons around and fire at the skilled riders first!
The entire operation, from the start of the blasting in the forest road to its end, took no more than fifteen minutes at most.

Of the more than a thousand Tibetan cavalrymen, several hundred were Tibetan heavy cavalrymen from the main force, and almost the entire force was wiped out.

There was no other way; their equipment was flashy and eye-catching, and they even jumped onto the tanks to attack. Lin Dao naturally prioritized eliminating them.

As for the various miscellaneous tribes, their escape skills have long been honed to perfection.

As soon as Lin Dao opened fire, they sensed the danger and scattered in all directions.

They are very skillful when they escape; they never huddle together and scatter in all directions, spreading out as sparsely as possible.

Even so, by the time Lin Dao finished dealing with the heavy cavalry and turned his cannons to pursue them, most of them had still been wiped out.

There was no way around it; the tanks were even faster than horses, and although their artillery was only 30mm in caliber, it could still devastate entire areas with a single blast.

In the end, only two or three hundred riders were able to escape, mainly because the forest road had run out of cannonballs.

Although it has been modified to increase the amount of ammunition.

However, the quadruple-mounted cannon had a very high rate of fire, and Lin Dao, caught up in the heat of battle, didn't hold back, eventually firing them all.

The battlefield was in a mess.

There were severed limbs everywhere.

There weren't many wounded; most of them suffered injuries from shrapnel or the shockwave of the explosion.

Those who are truly struck need no further explanation, unless the Immortal Taiyi comes to reshape their bodies.

Lin Dao drove back to the plane, and Han Wang and the others were all utterly shocked.

Upon seeing Lin Dao emerge from the steel behemoth, they all bowed deeply in respect.

"We thank the immortal master for avenging us!"

It was so shocking! Amidst the flying blood and flames, the once-mighty Tibetan cavalry was torn to pieces.

The Tang Dynasty also had cavalry; in fact, the Tang Iron Cavalry was the core of the Tang army's elite force.

In the past, the Tibetan Empire had repeatedly invaded, but their cavalry had never fared well against the Tang army's iron cavalry.

The problem is that the Tang army's cavalry suffered losses in battle and could not be replenished!
The connection between the Western Regions and the Central Plains was severed, and every death of a regular Tang soldier meant one less soldier left.

Moreover, the Tang soldiers were old, with gray-haired old men, fully armored and helmeted, charging on horseback, their bodies couldn't keep up.

This time, the Tibetans launched a fierce attack on Khotan. The last hundred or so Tang cavalrymen, despite their advanced age, donned their armor and rode out of the city to meet the Tibetan coalition forces, which outnumbered them by more than ten times.

At that time, Han Wang and others witnessed their cavalry comrades all dying on the battlefield from the city wall.

Not only were their armor and weapons stripped away, but their heads were even beheaded one by one, and they held up their gray hair to show off their achievements outside the city.

This revenge has finally been taken today!

This matter was not told to Lin Dao.

Otherwise, Lin Dao wouldn't have just bombarded them with cannons; he would have driven tanks to crush them instead.

Bullying an old man and then showing off your achievements?
If you're so powerful, why don't you go and have a one-on-one duel with the Great General of Supernatural Power?
"This is just an appetizer."

Lin Dao stepped forward and helped them up. "The main meal hasn't started yet."

In reality, the more than 10,000 Tibetans in Khotan could not be considered to have a proper meal.

Even a mosquito bite is still meat, so let's eat it first.

"The Tibetans numbered only a mere ten thousand or so."

Lin Dao boarded the plane and retrieved the ingredients and cooking tools. "We have a total of six warriors!"

"The advantage is mine!"

The five white-haired soldiers of the Anxi Army were all around sixty years old.

One of them was an injured person who was on an IV drip.

Let alone fighting on the battlefield, even when they're waving flags and shouting, Lin Dao is worried that their osteoporosis might cause them to break their arms from shaking.

But it doesn't matter, the strongest sixth man is Lin Dao.

With him around, one man can hold off a million soldiers! Lin Dao had set up a barbecue grill and was even grilling slices of mutton on it.

Several old soldiers from the Anxi Army were also scratching their heads.

There's a battle going on, and the other side still has over ten thousand people.
So leisurely?

The group didn't say much, but took the initiative to get to work.

It's just roasted lamb, anyone can do that.

The area around Lindao has plenty of seasonings, including spices and chili peppers.

It sizzles and releases a wonderful aroma when sprinkled on.

"Even fighting can't delay eating." Lin Dao took out his dagger, stabbed a piece of mutton into it, and stuffed it into his mouth. "After all, the most important thing for a person to live is to eat."

The white-haired soldiers would occasionally glance at the distant city of Khotan.

Over there, banners fluttered and drums resounded.

They are gathering manpower and bringing all the troops outside the city into the city.

There was no other way; the commander of ten thousand troops had witnessed firsthand the scene of Lin Dao riding the steel behemoth and swallowing up thousands of cavalrymen.

In summary, it can be summed up in one sentence.

terrible!

The fear of the unknown leads to caution and prudence.

They gathered all the people and livestock into the city, hoping that the dilapidated city walls could offer them some psychological comfort.

"You guys eat first."

Lin Dao turned and walked towards the chariot. "I'll go get some beef."

He drove his chariot, roaring as it charged toward a Dongdai (thousand-household garrison) that was entering the city.

The Tibetans waged war primarily with noble warriors at their core, mostly cavalry, accompanied by a large number of slaves.

In addition to crops such as barley carried with the troops, the most important logistical support consisted of large herds of cattle, yaks, and sheep.

It is similar to a combination of farming and nomadic life.

Most of the warriors in this thousand-household unit had previously died in battle while charging armored vehicles on horseback.

The slaves who followed the orders of the commanders were to deliver supplies into the city.

Unexpectedly, they were attacked by Lin Dao's tanks.

In an instant, outside the city, people and horses were overturned, cattle were mooing, and sheep were bleating—a scene of utter chaos.

The defenders on the city wall were very close, but none of them dared to come out; they just stood on the city wall and watched.

Fortunately, Lin Dao only knocked over a bunch of cows; he didn't pursue them further.

He got off the chariot, took the steel cable and tied it to the two cows, with the other end tied to the chariot.

He then jumped back into the chariot, started it up, and dragged the two cows back to the plane.

The Tibetans inside Khotan watched them go the whole way without attacking or stopping them.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the steel behemoth has an owner, and that owner is a person from the Central Plains!

Several white-haired soldiers from Anxi also witnessed the entire scene.

When they saw Lin Daozhen dragging back two cows, they were so shocked they were numb and didn't know what to say.

"Come."

Lin Dao jumped out of the car and told everyone, "Just cut the best pieces of meat from your body."

Han Wang and the others did not dare to delay and hurriedly went forward to deal with the bloody and mangled beef that had been dragged along.

Lin Dao wasn't being arrogant; he was simply confident and acting on impulse.

Despite the large number of Tibetans, so what?

No matter how many people there are, can they withstand the attack of modern weapons?
Once they've eaten and drunk their fill, we'll send them on their way!
When beef and mutton are grilled together, and there are enough seasonings, the taste is quite good.

Lin Dao took out several bottles of Arctic Ocean soda, opened them, and shared them with the white-haired soldiers.

"During war, we can't drink alcohol, so we'll substitute it with soft drinks."

"After a great victory, we will drink to celebrate."

Han Wang was shocked, looking at the orange-yellow liquid in the expensive glass bottle in his hand, puzzled, "Isn't this wine?"

In ancient times, traditional alcoholic beverages primarily referred to brewed wine.

In the modern world, those high-proof industrial spirits were not popular in ancient times; their popularity was artificial and has only existed for a few decades.

Ancient wines had a very low alcohol content, and due to impurities and sediment, they were often green or yellow in color.

The saying "green ants in newly brewed wine, a small red clay stove" perfectly captures this meaning.

The white-haired soldiers thought Lin Dao had given them wine.

They took a small sip cautiously; it tasted slightly sweet and sour, and indeed had no alcoholic flavor.

"Come!"

Lin Dao called out loudly, "Eat up, don't be shy!"

What he liked most about the physical enhancement brought about by time travel was that he could eat and drink whatever he wanted.

No need to worry about fatty liver, kidney stones, beer belly, tooth decay, or other problems.

In terms of satisfying one's appetite, it was truly delightful.

After we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to get down to business.

Lin Dao flicked his finger, sending the toothpick, still covered in meat bits, flying away as he picked his teeth with a toothpick.

"It's time to get to work."

Having said that, his figure disappeared along with the chariot.

The white-haired soldiers, having gained experience, were not flustered at all.

But on the distant city walls of Khotan, where people were watching anxiously, there was a sense of unease and unrest.

Not long after, Lin Dao reappeared.

This time, he had a big guy by his side!

The flower series, codenamed M-1975 self-propelled artillery, nicknamed peony.

What's most striking about this thing isn't its weight of over forty tons.

It was that giant cannon with a caliber of 203 millimeters!
(End of this chapter)