Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 583 Since we're already here, let's stay and nourish the earth!
"Lift it up, push!"

Lin Dao shouted, "It's only two hundred pounds! You can't even lift that?"

The old men were very depressed.

Back in their youth, they could easily weigh 200 jin (100-150 kg), let alone 300-500 jin (150-250 kg).

But I'm getting old, aren't I?
Moreover, this slippery copper rod, with its strange shape, is really difficult to handle.

"If you can't do it, I'll do it."

Lin Dao was still saying, "You guys can just sit and watch."

"The mighty warriors of the Tang Dynasty are renowned throughout the land!" Han Wang, his face flushed red, roared, "Rise!"

Together with his companions, he managed to lift the high-explosive projectile, which weighed over 100 kilograms.

The other two white-haired soldiers hurriedly helped to send the shell into the powder chamber.

These white-haired soldiers volunteered to join the work.

After all, his job was to fight against the Tibetans.

With a formidable enemy at hand, how can we allow an outsider like Lin Dao to fight to the death!

Although I don't know what kind of magical artifact this steel behemoth is, I know for sure that it is no ordinary thing!

"This is the propellant," Lin Dao instructed, pointing to the modular propellant pack. "Put this in too."

"Those Russians are such a hassle. Integrated shells would save so much trouble."

The medicine packet was heavy, but compared to the bullet, it was much lighter.

After the white-haired soldiers stuffed the propellant charges into the chamber, Lin Dao, who had been giving instructions, finally stepped forward and closed the breech.

After completing the pre-launch preparations, Lin Dao began manually adjusting the elevation angle and firing arc.

Mil?

We don't need this.

This peony-shaped missile has a range of nearly ten kilometers recently, but in Khotan, it can only reach a distance of less than three kilometers at most.

There's no need to go far to set up firing positions and then calculate mils or anything like that.

Lin Dao wanted to let the Tibetans on the city wall see with their own eyes how their benevolent father's iron hammer would smash through.

This would destroy their morale and will to fight.

Standing on the city wall, you might not be able to see people three kilometers away clearly.

It's absolutely no problem to see such a behemoth weighing tens of tons fire its cannon.

The Tibetans had to witness firsthand the roar of the technological age, a roar that would make their very souls tremble.

After adjusting the pitch angle and putting on his earplugs, Lin Dao gave instructions to the white-haired soldiers.

"Back off!"

Open your mouth wide!

Cover your ears!

He used the heavy artillery direct-fire weapon that once struck fear into the hearts of the elite German troops.

'Rumble~~~'

A bolt from the blue, its sound like thunder shaking the heavens!
The white-haired soldiers stared wide-eyed, their hair standing on end.

The billowing smoke rushed towards us, and their souls seemed to slowly return to their places.

I never imagined that such a deafening sound could exist in the world!

The sound was so loud that it was indistinguishable from a landslide.

For the white-haired soldiers, all they could hear were sounds, and all they could see were thick smoke.

But to the Tibetans atop the walls of Khotan, what they saw was the smile of the King of Hell.
The speed of light is the fastest.

Therefore, the first thing the Tibetans on the walls of Khotan saw was the tongue of fire spewing from the large, thick barrel of the cannon.

The flames were so bright and dazzling that it made you squint.

If light is merely dazzling, then a bullet with an initial velocity of 960 meters per second is deadly.

In about three seconds, the whistling bullet tore through the air and slammed into the walls of Khotan.

The city walls had already been severely damaged when the Tibetan army attacked the city previously.

Facing danger, a large number of slaves who had accompanied the army were repairing the city walls under the command of noble warriors.

The high-explosive shell, hurtling towards the city wall, instantly activated its fuse.

A deafening explosion erupted in an instant.

The terrifying explosive force instantly destroyed the affected city walls.

The city wall was torn apart and shattered. Under the powerful impact, countless fragments and debris flew into the city like cannonballs.

Centered on the point of impact, the city walls on both sides, stretching for tens of feet, collapsed one after another.

Huge clouds of dust, flames, and smoke gathered together, engulfing everything around them.

As for the people on the city wall, those within the blast radius of the cannonball explosions were basically swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

Those further away were affected by the shockwave and sound waves.

His internal organs were shattered, his eardrums were ruptured, and he bled from all seven orifices—a truly gruesome sight.

Further away, they were attacked by a hail of various debris.

A head injury with blood is a minor injury.

Countless people suffered broken bones or were even thrown off the city walls by the shockwave.

As for any further away, that's it.

The capital of Khotan was not very large; there were only a few thousand households in the entire country, and the city wall was only a few miles in circumference.

Otherwise, the small number of Anxi troops would not have been able to hold out for several decades.

The flying fragments of the city wall even reached as far as the opposite side of the city wall.

As for those killed or injured by the rain of falling debris within the city, the number was countless.

Seven or eight seconds later, the booming sound of Peony firing finally drifted over.

At this moment, the side of the city wall that Lin Dao was aiming at had been transformed into a living hell.

The power of that single shot was earth-shattering at that moment.

Inside Khotan, countless Tibetans and other non-Tibetan people screamed and ran wildly everywhere.

There were even quite a few who brandished weapons and killed each other.

The commander of the ten thousand troops, who had been observing from the city wall, was taken away by a single cannon shot.

Without a commander, there was no one to stop the chaos.

From a modern perspective, one might think that the people in Khotan were making a mountain out of a molehill.

It's just a heavy artillery shell; getting hit by one is no big deal.

That's because people in the modern world know what things are and how to deal with them.

But the Tibetans and other non-Tibetan people in Khotan didn't know this. They were almost all illiterate and spent their days chanting about gods.

When suddenly bombarded with a ferocious attack that exceeds all expectations, it is only natural to break down emotionally.

"Come again!"

Lin Dao shouted loudly to the white-haired soldiers to reload their ammunition.

Projectiles and propellant.

Since the invention of firearms, projectiles and propellants have always been loaded separately.

The ammunition was only combined into one when the edge-firing shell appeared.

Lin Dao shouted loudly, but the white-haired soldiers just shook their heads.

There was no way around it; the roar of the artillery fire was just too loud.

Seeing their bewildered state, Lin Dao jumped out of the car and did it himself.

The projectile, weighing over 100 kilograms, was easily lifted and loaded.

In terms of strength, perhaps only Lin Daiyu could suppress him.

If Lin Daiyu were here, she would definitely be the top loader.

A second 203mm shell came hurtling in.

This time the angle was slightly off, and it hit a section of the city wall several dozen feet away.

As expected, the city wall was directly blasted apart and collapsed.

The resulting ripples within the city have become increasingly turbulent.

Previously, some of the Dongdai commanders had tried to stabilize the situation.

But when the second shell came, someone shouted, "This is divine punishment!"

After that, the situation spiraled out of control.

The third shell flew directly into the city.

The bombardment hit the residential area with tremendous force.

The fourth shot, the fifth shot, the sixth shot—they came one after another.

Due to lack of skill and issues such as readjusting the shooting angle, it takes an average of two to three minutes to fire one shot.

Although the rate of fire was slow, this blow, like a giant hammer falling from the heavens, completely shattered the will of the Tibetans in the city.

The first to flee were the Karluks, the White-robed Turks, the Shatuo Turks, and various other miscellaneous tribes.

They were working for the Tibetans, but working for them didn't mean they would die.

Having suffered an incomprehensible blow, after the initial chaos, they quickly chose to flee.

This triggered a chain reaction, causing people in the city to flee in a frenzy.

When Lin Dao saw a large number of people, horses, and livestock pouring out of the city, he readjusted his firing angle and bombarded the fleeing Tibetans.

The seventh shot missed, flying over the heads of the fleeing Tibetans and exploding two or three miles away.

After all, crowds are different from fixed city walls.

Aiming from several kilometers away is not so easy.

"A laser sight should be installed," Lin Dao spat. "But who would install that thing on a howitzer?"

Howitzers are mainly used for curved firing, and under normal circumstances, no one would install this.

The eighth shot barely reached the fleeing crowd, about a hundred meters away.

The flying pebbles swept away many Tibetan cavalrymen.

Witnessing the terrifying power of the explosion at such close range.

With morale shattered, the Tibetans entered a chaotic phase of fleeing.

"knock off."

Lin Dao beckoned the excited white-haired soldiers to come and clean the spent cartridges.

Han Wang asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to fight anymore?"

"We only had eight guns' worth of ammunition, and we've used them all."

Actually, he could go to the armory to get some; there's still quite a lot in stock.

However, there were too many Tibetans who scattered and fled.

Using heavy artillery with a slow rate of fire to bombard the enemy is obviously inefficient.

He took the plane and the Peony self-propelled howitzer with its thick barrel.

When they returned, they were driving an armored vehicle.

This armored vehicle has also been modified, with the turret removed and replaced with a quadruple 12.7mm heavy machine gun.

Lin Dao ordered and modified this vehicle primarily for rapid pursuit and to inflict large-scale, sustained damage.

Armored vehicles are fast and have strong terrain mobility.

The heavy machine gun is powerful enough and has a fast enough rate of fire.

Most importantly, it can store a large amount of spare ammunition.

Several white-haired soldiers helped the wounded Su Xin into the cramped armored vehicle.

"Sit tight."

Lin Dao shouted, stepped on the gas, and drove the armored vehicle at breakneck speed toward the fleeing Tibetans.

He didn't make any boastful claims before.

With the aid of advanced technology and weaponry, it was not difficult for six people to defeat more than 10,000 Tibetan soldiers.

After all, when faced with an irresistible explosion, the first thought of humans is always to run away.

The real challenge lies in killing them as many times as possible.

The previous heavy artillery bombardments, though seemingly devastating, may have only killed a few hundred people.

This was still when the Tibetans were concentrated inside the city.

If it were a situation like this, with Lin Dao's artillery skills, taking down a hundred or so people would be considered quite good.

The most suitable battle to unleash its power is a major battle like the Xiangji Temple.

Arranged in a dense formation, each shot is incredibly satisfying.

Armored vehicles sped into the fleeing Tibetan crowd.

Originally a quadruple remote-controlled machine gun used for air defense, it now spews deadly flames.

"Since I'm here~"

"Then let it stay and nourish the earth!"

Lin Dao's unrestrained laughter made the several old Anxi soldiers, who were huddled together, look at each other in bewilderment.

Doesn't sound like a good person~
(End of this chapter)