Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 600 Crane Hammer Swing, Tracks Crushing

"Buzz~~~"

The Cessna light aircraft, powered by a piston engine, landed on the flat, hard Gobi Desert.

He jumped out of the cabin, not even glancing at the Tibetan cavalry charging towards him on horseback in the distance, and vanished with the plane in a flash.

The next moment, when he reappeared, he was already sitting in the cab of a large crane.

Amidst the heavy, ear-piercing sound of steel tracks grinding against each other, the massive excavator slowly made its way towards the Tibetan military camp outside Khotan.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The commander of the Tibetan army, the son of the Zanpu, Zuzhijian (Muni Zanpu), stared in disbelief at the enormous creature slowly approaching from afar.

The surrounding warriors and nobles looked at each other, but no one responded.

They didn't know them either.

Lin Dao, inside the cockpit, didn't care about any of that.

With anger blazing on his face, he drove the crane forward relentlessly.

"The Anxi Army is under my protection!"

"You attacked the city without even giving me a heads-up; that's disrespecting me."

"Since you won't give me face, then I won't give you anything in return!"

The Anxi army was the main target of the forest road aid.

I went to help the Northern Army before, which was just a small favor I did in my spare time.

Unexpectedly, the Tibetans took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, specifically targeting Khotan, the town he had first rescued.

What others think is unimportant; what matters is that Lin Dao feels this is a slap in the face.

He's not the kind of person who would turn the other cheek after being slapped on the left.

If anyone dares to slap him in the face, he'll have to retaliate with a heavy blow!
Finally, some impatient Tibetan warriors rode over.

First, they launched arrows, which hit the excavator and made a clanging sound.

Then they approached and brandished their weapons, intending to smash things.

'Giggle giggle~'

The huge, long excavator boom began to rotate, and the iron balls linked by chains swung with inertia.

With a single sideways slam, the Tibetan warrior was sent flying, horse and rider alike.

It really flies, the kind where you wave your arms and legs.

Under the immense impact, all the warriors and knights were smashed to pieces.

This thing was originally used to demolish walls; one swing and a section of wall would collapse.

Nowadays, if used to hit someone, it's truly a death sentence.

Lin Dao glanced at Khotan City not far away. The siege by the Tibetans had subsided, and a large number of Tibetan soldiers were rushing back to their camp in a sorry state.

The sounds of the wooden-handled grenades exploding, which I had heard earlier, gradually subsided.

The fact that the city had not yet been breached somewhat lessened Lin Dao's anger.

On the city wall, a group of white-haired soldiers cheered.

Covered in blood, Han Wang shouted, "Brothers, it's Immortal Lin who has come to our rescue! The Tibetans are doomed!"

The white-haired soldiers who were still alive around them were greatly encouraged.

They had all seen that plane before; they had seen it when they saw it off.

Han Wang, for example, had even sat on it before.

Therefore, even if one doesn't recognize the crane, one can be certain that Lin Dao has returned.

"Gather all the remaining grenades."

Han Wang shouted repeatedly, "We absolutely cannot lose Khotan!"

The Tibetans attacking the city from outside were there after learning of the defeat of their previous troops in the attack on Khotan.

It was not to avenge the Tibetan army that attacked Beiting.

In fact, news of the annihilation of the Tibetan army that launched a swift attack on Beiting has not yet reached this area.

The reason why the white-haired soldiers defending the city, along with the mobilized local natives, have been able to hold out until now without breaching the city despite the vast disparity in strength between the enemy and themselves is due to the hundreds of boxes of hand grenades left behind by Lin Dao.

Now, only a few dozen boxes of these grenades remain.

Having confirmed that Khotan was no longer in danger, Lin Dao turned the crane around and headed straight for the Tibetan camp.

We can pretend we can't see the arrows along the way; we can only hear them anyway.

As for those who mustered up their courage, saw Lin Dao's figure through the window, and desperately tried to climb over, most of them were hammered away by the small hammers hanging from the crane.

A few were lucky enough to escape, but many others were caught under the tracks and crushed into mincemeat.

Only a very small number of people managed to climb up.

But this steel behemoth was simply too enormous.

It was so enormous it was almost despair-inducing, and its complex structure caused it to vibrate violently when it moved.

One wrong step and you could fall off and get caught in the tracks.

Kodang was a Tibetan noble warrior and the commander of the Kodang East Dai.

He once followed the Great Xiang and fought all the way to the banks of the Ganges River south of the mountains, where he killed countless local natives and was awarded the title of Dongdai for his merits.

I thought that this trip north with the son of the Zanpu, Zuzhijian, was another opportunity to show off my martial prowess.

But during the previous siege, he had personally witnessed the Tang people hiding behind the city walls throwing down all sorts of strange little gadgets.

After it falls, it will attract thunder and lightning!
The warrior who was once as famous as him was struck by this strange object and died, bleeding from all seven orifices.

At that time, all the Tibetans were greatly shocked.

Now that such a huge steel monster has appeared, Cordan gritted his teeth and risked his life to get closer.

With unprecedented good luck, they climbed desperately towards where there were people.

He finally reached the cockpit and brandished his weapon to smash the glass mirror.

The weapon struck the bulletproof glass, catching Lin Dao's attention. He glanced to the side and saw a ferocious face roaring at him from behind the glass.

Lin Dao frowned and reached out to open the car door. "What did you say?"

No one responded to him. The moment the car door opened, the Tibetan warrior Kodang, who had no idea that the thing could move, fell off on the spot.

Half of his body was caught in the conveyor belt and quickly crushed into mud.

The remaining half of its body was not yet dead, and it screamed and cried desperately as it crawled on the ground.

Behind him lay a trail of twisted blood, with bits of flesh, organs, and intestines scattered about.

Lin Dao peeked out and looked over, but all he heard were screams.

He pulled back and continued driving, shaking his head in response, "You can't even speak clearly, why are you banging on my car door?"

The crane finally reached the outside of the Tibetan camp.

The hammer swung back and forth, turning the barricades, deer antlers, and even the camp fences into laughable toys under its impact.

As for trenches, they are even more useful with long tracks.

The crane drove into the camp and began to wreak havoc.

The tracks crushed everything in their path.

Whether it's people, livestock, trucks, tents, or various military supplies, etc.

Everything that is on the road ahead will be crushed.

The tracks on both sides of the crane were stained black and red, with various indescribable objects deeply attached to them with the help of viscous blood.

Even more terrifying were the hammers on the crane.

When this thing is swung left and right, its power is comparable to that of Sun Wukong's staff.

Let alone people, horses, and livestock, even an elephant couldn't withstand a single blow from a hammer.

As expected, the Tibetans collapsed when they could neither resist nor stop them, and they couldn't even break through their defenses.

Shouting and gesturing wildly, they fled the camp, heading south towards the distant mountains.

In the era of cold weapons, an army that loses its morale is like a lamb to the slaughter.

In other words, Lin Dao was only one person. If he had several thousand cavalrymen by his side, they could probably have taken tens of thousands of heads while chasing down the fleeing soldiers.

The crane crashed through the camp fence and drove outside.

Lin Dao stopped the car, got out, and launched the drone for high-altitude reconnaissance.

The Tibetans in several nearby camps were also fleeing in a frantic manner.

From the drone's perspective, the ground was filled with fleeing people and livestock.

He didn't care about the cannon fodder; he focused on finding the important people.

As expected, the drones quickly located a large group of well-equipped warriors who were moving in large numbers.

The target was identified, and its escape direction and speed were known.

Lin Dao retrieved the drone and left with the crane to change clothes.

When it reappeared, it was already riding in a tank with desert camouflage.

The engine roared, and the tracks turned, propelling the massive, heavy body in pursuit of the fleeing soldiers.

Previously, a single crane could terrify tens of thousands of Tibetans; this is not a myth.

In the era of cold weapons, the fighting spirit of armies was not actually very high.

An army that cannot be brought into the modern world, even in the modern world there are noodle armies.

The Tibetans had previously been subjected to unprecedented grenade attacks at the walls of Khotan, which had demoralized them.

The unmatched, massive, and impenetrable cranes stormed into the camp and wreaked havoc, becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The main camp's troops all fled, and the Tibetans in the other camps naturally followed suit.

This led to the current total collapse.

The tank was extremely fast, and Lin Dao didn't care about the wear and tear on his precious motorcycle. He chased after the fleeing Zu Zhijian, who would later become Muni Tsenpo.

The Tibetan warriors guarding him fought back desperately.

Unlike the slaves who only knew how to run away, these noble warriors even had the courage to ride their horses close to the tanks and hack at them with their swords.

They did their best, even chipping the blades of their knives.

These once-powerful swords, capable of severing heads, now only produce a loud thud and a few sparks when they strike tank armor.

Lin Dao didn't even bother to fire back.

He only needed to shift slightly to the left or right to easily pull these Tibetan warriors under the tracks.

Aside from the slightly bumpy ride, there wasn't anything particularly special about it.

The Tibetan warriors lost their will to fight and could only desperately try to escape on horseback.

The end result was that they exhausted their warhorses to death, but Lin Dao's tank still had fuel in its tank!
The last few dozen Tibetan warriors tightly guarded Zu Zhijian, their expressions filled with terror as they watched the steel behemoth slowly come to a stop before them.

Some warriors who had been to India felt that it resembled a giant elephant.

The giant elephant's trunk was straight, and its dark, gaping opening pressed against the ground, making people feel uneasy and panicked.

The tank stopped and the hatch opened.

Lin Dao rolled out and faced the Tibetan warriors directly.

"Who is the commander?"

Perhaps because they thought Lin Dao was alone, the Tibetan warriors became restless.

'Puff puff puff puff~'

The assault rifle emptied a magazine, leaving only a dozen or so men still standing in front of him.

Lin Dao skillfully changed the magazine and asked again.

"Who is the general? Come out and speak!"

(End of this chapter)