Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 593 Burning Camp
"Ten o'clock direction~"

"It's in the northwest direction~"

"Fine, come and see for yourself."

Lin Dao handed the thermal imaging device in his hand to a white-haired soldier next to him.

He showed him how to use it and pointed out the location: "It's over there, about two hundred paces away, a small earthen hut with three hidden sentries."

The white-haired soldier carefully handed the thermal imaging device back, his wrinkled face full of determination.

The white-haired soldier nodded vigorously to Lin Dao, his body hunched over, gripping his weapon, and wearing the camouflage clothing provided by Lin Dao, as he crept towards the earthen hut.

This man's surname is Xue, given name Qi, and he claims to be an ordinary old soldier in the Anxi Army.

Guo Xin, who introduced him to Lin Dao, told him, "He was once a Mo Dao soldier under General Shen Tong!"

He participated in the Battle of Xiangji Temple and survived.

After General Shen Tong was killed in battle, Xue Qi somehow managed to break through the blockade and return to Anxi.

This is a true veteran who survived countless battles; he has taken more than a hundred lives.

And they weren't the elderly, weak, women, or children; they were all soldiers.

After all, any Mo Dao soldier who survived the blood-stained battlefield of Xiangji Temple was a god of war.

Under the cover of night, the white-haired soldiers who launched the night raid could not see clearly what was happening two hundred paces away.

With the help of instruments, Lin Dao could see it clearly.

The humanoid heat source representing Xue Qi quietly approached the earthen hut.

He paused for a moment, presumably to observe.

Then, like a tiger descending a mountain, it pounced in suddenly.

In just a few breaths, Lin Dao saw Xue Qi waving her arms in his direction.

"Let's go!"

Eight hundred elite white-haired soldiers, led by Lin Dao, stealthily made their way towards the camp of the hundred thousand Hu army.

The flamethrower soldiers were surrounded in the middle.

Tonight's night raid will surely be spectacular.

Dazhalu Gong was also a veteran who had fought in many wars and had even conquered Chang'an City. He knew what he needed to know.

Although he was furious to the point of madness, he was still as vigilant as ever.

Exposed and concealed sentries, mobile sentries; trenches, antlers, and barricades.

It has everything it should have.

Throughout history, there has never been a weak opponent who has earned the right to be mentioned by name in the history books of China.

Even the remnants of those who were destroyed in Middle-earth became god-like beings in Europe.

At this moment, the only thing Dazhalu Gong didn't expect was that Lin Dao came with an overwhelming technological advantage.

With the help of thermal imaging cameras, no whistle is of any use.

When the eight hundred white-haired soldiers crept in quietly, no one sounded the alarm along the way.

"The main purpose of the night raid was not to kill, but to create chaos."

"The true essence of a night raid is to throw them into chaos, to cause a mutiny, or even to turn them against each other."

"Our main objective is singular: to create chaos, to create chaos on a massive scale."

Lin Dao's gaze swept over the massive camp in front of him, and he instructed the officers in charge to "proceed according to plan."

Eight hundred white-haired soldiers, led by their officers, split up and rushed toward different camps.

The combined forces of the nomadic tribes claimed to number 100,000, but in reality, including those with their families, the number was probably around 70,000 to 80,000.

With so many people, horses, and livestock, it was impossible for them to be crammed into a single village when setting up camp, lest they be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that the joint operations stretched for more than ten miles.

Of course, apart from the Tibetan camps, most of the mixed Hu people had no concept of camps at all.

They would arrange large carts in a circle around people and livestock, and that would be considered a camp.

Of the eight hundred white-haired soldiers, only a small portion were sent to deal with the mixed barbarian tribes.

After all, there are just too many wild grasses, like weeds on a grassland, that can't be cleared away.

Their main focus was on dealing with the Tibetans and their auxiliary forces, such as the Karluks.

As Lin Dao's order came through the walkie-talkie, the prepared troops launched their attack.

First, the grenadiers stepped forward and threw wooden-handled grenades into the camp.

The deafening explosions, along with large plumes of flame and smoke, continued to rise and spread throughout the camp.

Almost instantly, more than ten Tibetan camps, large and small, were awakened from their sleep by the explosion.

Countless figures emerged from the numerous tents, shouting and running around in all directions.

Dazhalugong was awakened by the explosion and sat up abruptly.

He kicked aside the woman he had kidnapped and rushed outside shirtless.

"What thunderclap?!"

Upon exiting the main tent, all that could be seen was a scene of people and horses lying in disarray.

The continuous explosions and flashes of light greatly heightened the sense of tension and unease.

Dazhalu Gong never imagined he would encounter this situation.

Fortunately, he was a commander who had fought for many years, and he forced himself to calm down. He immediately instructed his personal guards to go outside the camp to check.

Such a thing could not possibly happen in our own camp, so it must be an attack by the Tang army!

His personal guards were all noble warriors.

These people were all Brahmins of Tibet, and they were truly interdependent.

Therefore, in this moment of crisis, the noble warriors did not panic. Instead, they organized a group of people and rushed to the camp gate to go out and investigate.

The renowned warriors of Tibet, clad in armor and wielding weapons and shields, charged out as soon as the camp gates opened.

As for the horses, in such a chaotic environment, it would be a miracle if they didn't get restless and break out of their pens; who would dare to ride them?

In such chaotic times, one must take the lead to guide those lowly slaves into battle. The well-treated warriors have no shortage of this courage.

They were very confident that as long as those scary things on the mountain didn't come, they weren't afraid of anything outside.

Then~
Their eyes lit up!
A bright, fiery dragon that illuminates the night!

A massive fire dragon surged forth from dozens of steps away, engulfing the group of Tibetan warriors at the forefront in almost an instant.

These warriors trained year-round and were seasoned veterans of the battlefield.

Moreover, they wore finely crafted armor, demonstrating their unwavering resolve.

If they were to go to the battlefield, they could cause considerable damage.

In fact, when they captured the capital of Tingzhou, which was the county seat of Jinman County, these warriors were the first to scale the city walls.

But at this moment, the warriors enveloped by the fire dragon have all become torches.

They opened their mouths and screamed desperately.

But there was also flame in his mouth, and his vocal cords were damaged by the high temperature, so he couldn't make a sound.

My eyes were evaporated; I couldn't see anything.

With their bodies facing the risk of destruction and their organs struggling to function, these warriors, instead of recovering, waved their hands wildly amidst the flames, staggering and running around like drunkards.

This scene completely terrified the people behind.

It's common for fires to break out on the battlefield, and countless fires have occurred.

But I've never seen a fire dragon like this before, capable of shooting out!
Immediately afterwards, the second and third fire dragons followed one after another.

The fire dragon spewed its breath at the camp gate, sweeping away everything in its path.

Screams, wails, and a human-shaped torch waving its arms and legs.

Many torchbearers, unable to see the path, staggered and fell into the moat outside the fence, where they were impaled by sharp wooden stakes.

Some torchbearers ran back to the camp, causing even greater chaos.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Wearing full-body heavy protective suits, flamethrower soldiers, carrying fuel canisters and holding flamethrowers, strode heavily across the drawbridge in front of the camp gate and into the camp.

They were few in number, but their weapons were extremely powerful.

Seeing the panicked crowd scattering, a fire dragon spewed out.

Upon seeing the cluster of tents, a fire dragon spewed forth.

Upon seeing the piled-up supplies, a fire dragon spewed out.

There was no fighting or bloodshed, no elaborate social niceties, just warm greetings and welcomes.
After all, no words were needed; just a fire dragon was enough to make everyone acquainted.

A large number of grenadiers, carrying backpacks and satchels, also came in and guarded the flamethrower soldiers.

They didn't stop what they were doing, constantly throwing grenades in all directions.

Despite their age, they are surprisingly strong.

The grenade was thrown very far.

Tibetan warriors, brandishing their weapons, charged forward.

However, the usual response is a fire dragon.

Only on a few occasions were the warriors able to get close.

But it was only close-range.

The weapons in their hands had almost no effect on the flamethrower soldiers.

It's impossible to break through the defenses.

The grenadiers would pick up their weapons and drive them away, killing them.

Fire and explosion.

Not only the main camp, but also more than ten Tibetan camps of varying sizes were plunged into endless chaos.

At this moment, Lin Dao was also busy with his business.

Instead of rushing into the camp with a flamethrower, he taught the Tibetans how to prevent fires on the spot.

They didn't carry around a lot of grenades and throw them around randomly.

At this point, Lin Dao followed the Tibetans' livestock pens.

The Tibetans brought a large number of livestock.

Horses used for riding in battle, cattle used to pull carts for meat, sheep used to feed nobles and warriors, and so on.

These livestock are numerous and very timid, easily frightened.

Following the forest path, they easily took out the few remaining guards.

Then they went forward and opened up a large section of the fence.

Finally, he set off for another time and space to retrieve the tools he had prepared beforehand.

"Woo woo woo~"

With a deep growl, a group of large, muscular dogs with thick fur charged forward.

"Oh~"

Lin Dao recognized this kind of dog. Some people on the internet in later generations have been praising it highly, saying that it can fight tigers without falling behind.

In his view, this seemingly fierce dog is at most 30% stronger than a tiger.

Within three minutes, feed the tiger until it is seven-tenths full.

He was too lazy to fight the big dog, so he simply turned on the prepared stereo system.

'Awoo~~~'

The pre-recorded roar of a tiger exploded out through the speakers.

In an instant, the entire livestock pen erupted in chaos.

The pack of big dogs turned tail and ran away, even faster than when they had charged at them!
Immediately afterwards, countless animals in the pen struggled and squealed wildly, running around aimlessly.

Large numbers of livestock, like a tidal wave, surged into the already chaotic camp through the gaps in the fence along the forest path.

And that's adding fuel to the fire.
In this kind of environment, let alone the Tibetan troops, even the American troops would be in an uproar here!
(End of this chapter)