Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 592 It's only polite to reciprocate.
"This wind is so uncooperative!"

As the sun sets, a mountain breeze begins to rise.

However, the wind was blowing towards the mountain.

This left Lin Dao, who had been contemplating releasing the air again, feeling somewhat disappointed.

He was still somewhat hesitant about using gas.

The wind direction is not right now, and the camp on the other side is very large, so we have to give up on this matter.

Of course, he can perform rituals to summon wind and rain.

To go to such lengths just to deflate something, you'd have to be really bored.

After giving the white-haired soldiers some instructions on being on guard against a night raid and preparing for one, Lin Dao took his leave.

I made a promise with Lin Daiyu when I traveled through time a few days ago that I would have dinner with her tonight.

That's why, even while fighting a war, he would still find time to travel to the world of Dream of the Red Chamber.

Of course, this is also because the white-haired soldiers are the main characters, and he is just playing a supporting role.

If I were commanding an army, I certainly wouldn't have done it that way.

Eating, drinking, chatting, and bragging~
I even did some exercise after dinner~
Don't misunderstand, it's just martial arts sparring.

Moreover, Lin Dao has strict requirements, emphasizing technique rather than brute force.

There was nothing he could do; Lin Daiyu's power was greater than his.

After washing up with the help of maids like Qingwen and Yuanyang, Lin Dao, refreshed and full of energy, returned to the battlefield.

"How's it going?"

Having composed himself, Lin Dao immediately inquired about the situation upon arrival.

“They’ve come to harass us a few times,” Su Xin hurriedly replied, “but it’s not a large-scale operation, only a few hundred people each time.”

"When they got to the barbed wire fence, they hacked at it with knives and axes, and some people even carried dry firewood, poured oil on it, and set it on fire."

"After a group of people were killed by crossbow bolts, they all ran away."

"A crossbow?" Lin Dao asked in astonishment. "No shots were fired?"

Su Xin was a little embarrassed. "The Grand Protectors think it's too wasteful; crossbows will suffice."

Everyone witnessed the immense power of the Maxim.

In the eyes of Guo Xinyang, Xigu, and others, such a divine artifact should naturally be cherished and used sparingly.

As for bows and crossbows, that's up to you.

Lin Daoxin thought to himself, "I'm being generous this once, even equipping troops that don't belong to me with advanced weapons."

You yourselves, however, have become quite frugal.

There's no need to be so frugal.

"They were consumables on the battlefield anyway, just think of them as larger crossbows."

After saying that, Lin Dao set off to find Guo Xinyang Xigu.

"Immortal Lin~"

"You two Grand Protectors."

Lin Dao didn't waste any words and went straight to the point: "How are the preparations for the night raid going?"

"Eight hundred elite soldiers have been selected, all of whom are brave warriors capable of fighting and seeing at night."

"All flamethrower soldiers are ready."

"All units are ready to depart at any time."

"Hmm." Lin Dao nodded, and just as he was about to say something, a sentry rushed over to report, "You two Grand Protectors, there's movement in the back mountain!"

The environment here is similar to a hillside.

The first half is a gentle slope, while the second half is almost a cliff with a river flowing through it.

When this location was chosen, Lin Dao had stated that if he were the commander of the Tibetans, he would definitely take advantage of the cover of night to launch a night attack from the cliff behind the mountain.

Because the back mountain is steep, it seems impossible to launch a large-scale surprise attack.

It was precisely because of this impossibility that the defending troops lowered their guard, revealing a sliver of opportunity.

Just then, a fire dragon appeared again in the distant camp of the allied forces of the various Hu tribes.

It is estimated that there are two or three thousand barbarian troops, carrying torches, coming in a great force.

"This is for attracting attention."

Lin Dao saw through the other side's plan at a glance: "to cover the night attack on the back mountain."

"Do you believe it or not, behind those cannon fodder are elite night combat troops secretly following them?"

"Once they succeed in taking the back mountain and chaos ensues on the mountain, they will immediately launch a full-scale attack."

Guo Xin and Yang Xigu are both veterans who have been through many battles.

Lin Dao understands these things, and so do they.

Nodding repeatedly to show his belief, Yang Xigu still asked, "I tried during the day and couldn't get through the barbed wire. Does that mean you can get through at night?"

"Barbed wire isn't that magical."

Lin Dao shook his head. "If we cover it with enough blankets and wooden boards, we can barely manage."

"You can also use livestock such as cattle, sheep, horses, and camels to directly force the soil into the pit."

"If all else fails, we can use cannon fodder to fill in the wires. With enough people lying on the barbed wire, it will still be passable."

As the saying goes, there are always more solutions than problems.

As long as you're willing to go all out, barbed wire isn't an insurmountable barrier.

"Let them come."

Lin Dao nodded and instructed, "Have those elite troops cross the barbed wire and kill as many as possible."

In an era when many people suffered from night blindness, only the elite could carry out night raids.

These elite troops require a great deal of resources and time to train.

Once lost, it's almost like breaking the backbone of the army.

As night fell, a sudden, noisy commotion erupted from the mountaintop.

Flames shot into the sky, and shouts of battle could be heard for miles around.

The Tibetan commanders (centurions) in charge of the night raid were overjoyed to see this, realizing that the raiders from the back mountain had succeeded.

They immediately ordered the cannon fodder carrying torches in front to speed up their charge.

The cannon fodder were terrified, after all, too many of their comrades had been wiped out by those terrible weapons on the mountain during the day.

There was no other way; anyone who dared to disobey orders would be immediately killed, and their own tribe would be wiped out as well.

They had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Don't be afraid~

"It's dark now, the Tang soldiers on the mountain can't see us, so they'll definitely miss!"

The Tibetans' cries did not inspire courage in the cannon fodder.

After all, the cannon fodder are holding torches. They are the biggest targets.

Fortunately, those terrible weapons did not fire until they reached the barbed wire fence.

The cannon fodder quickly threw the leather, planks, and other items they carried onto the barbed wire.

Just like Lin Dao said, nobody is a fool.

After such a bloody lesson, anyone would rack their brains to find a solution.

But a solution will eventually be found.

On the mountaintop, the white-haired soldiers, shouting incessantly by the bonfire, had all grown hoarse.

Fortunately, Lin Dao arranged for them to have some freshly brewed Nestlé instant coffee to soothe their throats and boost their spirits.

As for the Tibetan elite troops who came up from the back mountain to launch a sneak attack, they had already been driven down by the white-haired soldiers who were positioned on higher ground.

The current clamor and performances are all self-directed and self-acted.

If they didn't put on a convincing performance, the Tibetan troops launching a night raid from the foot of the mountain would never fall for their trap.

"Visibility is poor at night."

Lin Dao, holding a coffee cup, explained, "If we open fire earlier, although we can thwart the Tibetans' night attack, the killing effect will definitely not be as good as during the day."

Because the white-haired soldier's machine gunners couldn't see it.

Once the Tibetan troops are scattered during a night raid, and the machine guns fire blindly, hitting even a third of them would be considered a stroke of good luck.

"So we have to let them in."

"Let them cross the barbed wire and cluster in the designated area. The machine gun positions should just keep firing at that area."

Guo Xin and Yang Xigu both nodded repeatedly.

They were all experienced generals, so they could understand what Lin Dao meant.

Although the number of Tibetan troops that launched the surprise attack may not seem large, they were definitely elite.

In war, the elite troops are the ones to be fought.

As they spoke, the Tibetan night raiding troops, who had already broken through several layers of barbed wire below the mountain, finally stepped into a death trap.

Holding shields and sharp blades, the Tibetan heavy infantry charged up the mountain, panting heavily as they marched.

As I walked forward, it seemed as if I suddenly tripped over something.

Before they could react, an explosion and flames followed.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions and roars spread outwards.

The designated death zone in the forest was placed behind barbed wire.

Hundreds of 'face-to-enemy' missiles have been deployed here!
The Tibetans had never seen this before, and unsurprisingly, they trampled on it one after another.

Each time this side of the device is detonated, hundreds of steel balls will fly out.

These steel balls, like a raging storm of metal, swept across everything in sight.

Whether heavily armored or lightly armored, they all meet the same fate in the face of a metal storm.

On the forest path at the mountaintop, I put down my coffee cup.

He stepped aside and began operating the mortar.

He didn't fire artillery shells, but illumination flares.

Bright flares shot into the sky, then slowly drifted down with parachutes attached.

Its daybreak.

Almost simultaneously, ten Maxim guns that had been waiting for a long time unleashed a terrifying hail of bullets.

A barrage of bright bullets, with a tracer round added every four rounds, rained down firepower on the death zone from ten different angles.

There were countless landmines in front of him.

Behind them were several layers of barbed wire that made it difficult to traverse.

In the distance, terrifying flying projectiles rained down like bullets.

The Tibetan elite troops were thrown into chaos immediately.

The surviving Dongdai soldiers quickly ordered a retreat.

This situation is clearly a trap. If we don't retreat, are we just going to all die here?

What comes easily is hard to leave.

First, the orders were difficult to convey to everyone.

After all, it was dark, noisy, and people were in a state of confusion.

What followed was a retreat that turned into a rout, and no one was able to organize the retreat under such circumstances.

Finally, although those layers of barbed wire were covered, it wasn't so easy to escape.

Especially in the panic, many leather planks came loose, causing people to become trapped in the barbed wire and struggle to move.

As bullets rained down, the more than two thousand elite Tibetan troops were practically lambs to the slaughter.

On the mountaintop, Lin Dao fired flares one after another.

Watching large numbers of enemy soldiers fall one after another, he felt his blood rushing and his spirits soaring.

This feeling is even more comfortable than the world of Dream of the Red Chamber.

Sure enough, men are naturally drawn to these things.

Several miles away, Dazhalu Gong, who was personally leading a large army to support the ambush, was so angry that he jumped up and down.

These were all elite troops lost.

But at this moment, he was completely helpless.

Even if they wanted to order the entire army to attack, it was impossible to mobilize them at night.

Now, all we can do is watch helplessly as our elite troops are slaughtered.

As the gunfire gradually subsided, the night raid came to an end.

Many screams could still be heard from the hillside, but the situation was already settled.

Having no other option, Dazhalugong could only retreat to his camp in a fit of rage, waiting to fight again at dawn.

The white-haired soldiers on the mountain sent men down the mountain with torches to clean up the wounded.

Of course, they would not set foot in the death zone, where the enemy could attack indiscriminately.

After daybreak, the engineers trained by the forest road crew took the previously laid maps and went to clear them.

"Immortal Lin~"

The two excited governors were about to offer their praise when Lin Dao raised his hand to interrupt them.

"The battle today is not over yet; this is only the beginning."

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

"It's our turn for a night raid!"

(End of this chapter)