Chapter 139: Crushing the Withered and Breaking the Rotten

"Commander."

Watching Lin Dao lounging carefree on horseback, Liu San Dao finally could not help but speak up.

"The Jurchen slaves, the Jurchen slaves are not weak."

The Commander has always been full of confidence, as if charging in would guarantee victory.

This made Liu San Dao, a native of Liaodong who had personally witnessed the Jurchen slaves' overwhelming combat power, very worried.

He sincerely did not want the Commander who fed him to stumble because he underestimated the Jurchen slaves.

"You're right."

Lin Dao shook his body, adjusting to a more comfortable sitting posture. "I know they're not weak."

After fighting for dozens of years, how could they be weak?

With these men around Lin Dao, raw recruits trained for only a few months, direct combat would be extremely difficult.

Yet he remained full of confidence, as if certain he would win.

"Trust me."

Lin Dao turned his head to look at Liu San Dao. "It won't be long before you can get your revenge. By then, on the battlefield, you can just hack away at will."

"What I say, I will surely do."

On a not-so-high dirt mound, Abatai put away the monocular in his hand and sneered. "Coming to throw away their lives again."

Guard General Dorodai echoed, "The Beile is right."

"Looking at their marching formation, loose and powerless, like women."

"At a glance, they're new recruits who haven't trained long."

The generals laughed heartily, their words full of contempt.

Zhenghong Banner company commander Suo Hehuo rode forward to speak up. "Beile, let me charge."

He was only a company commander, able to speak before Abatai because he had received the Baturu title personally bestowed by Huang Taiji.

He was impatiently eager to snatch the first merit.

"No rush."

The steady-tempered Abatai waved his hand. "This Ming army is somewhat different."

"Their equipment is excellent; perhaps they have something different."

In their view, whoever came to rescue Yanzhou must be the Ming Army; they never considered the other side might have another identity.

"Just a bit more armor."

All the officers showed contempt on their faces. "Just bringing us war spoils."

Abatai, born of a concubine, had always been suppressed and looked down upon by his brothers.

Afraid of being scolded or punished at any time, he had also developed a cautious and timid nature.

He always felt a heavy pressure in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

This was an intuition developed over many years on the battlefield.

He looked around irritably, finally raising his head to look at the sky. "Where did this strange bird come from? Really noisy!"

The Jurchen slaves formed a standard army formation.

Foot soldiers in the middle, cavalry on the two wings.

Their tactics had hardly changed: foot soldiers advance to break the formation and crush the enemy army, cavalry quickly pursue and slaughter the routed troops.

Different from those nomadic tribes mainly composed of cavalry.

The main force of the Jurchen slaves in battle was actually heavy infantry.

Drums boomed, war fires raged.

The armored foot soldiers from various banners gritted their teeth and withstood the strong crossbows, constantly approaching the rebel army formation.

Excellent archers were hard to train; Lin Dao's army had almost none.

He also didn't use poor-quality firelocks; the ranged firepower equipped in the army was mainly strong crossbows.

In terms of lethality, they were still quite good.

When the Jurchen heavy infantry approached within ten or twenty paces, they shouted and threw their flying axes and other weapons.

Then they roared and rushed up.

The rebel army held riot shields, thrusting with long spears, and the battle instantly became fierce.

On the Jiangjiangtai, Lin Dao lowered his head to operate the drone in his hand.

The drone equipped with a surveillance camera constantly patrolled the sky, carefully searching for Abatai's traces.

On such a vast battlefield, finding a person was impossible; the only way was to look for banners.

Finally, Lin Dao confirmed a not-so-high dirt mound.

Banners stood thickly on it, with armored horsemen coming and going from time to time; presumably they were personal guards delivering orders.

"That's it."

After confirming the location, Lin Dao retrieved the reconnaissance drone.

He opened a large aviation case.

"A few people, come over."

Lin Dao called his guards to help. "Assemble this."

This was a large drone, a modified type.

In the Modern World, when in South Africa, he had local professionals help modify it, also installing a trigger fuze and guide tube.

Lin Dao personally debugged and completed it, flying this drone loaded with over ten kilograms of Zhenyao into the sky.

Flying over that dirt mound, it dove straight down.

Abatai's heart palpitations grew increasingly severe, sweat drenched his head, and he frantically looked left and right.

But all around were his own people.

On the distant battle line, the valiant Eight Banners sons had already shaken the Ming Army's formation.

He could not tell at all where the danger came from.

Only when a droning sound transmitted from above did he raise his head to look at the sky.

"What a huge bird!"

Everyone around heard it, and they all raised their heads one after another.

Many marveled that there could actually be such a large bird.

"That strange bird is heading straight for us~~~"

Abatai gave a start, abruptly spurred his horse and rode off.

The diving drone moved very fast, crashing into a bodyguard.

The next moment, it exploded with a roar!

The violent explosion swallowed everything around.

Soaring smoke and fire light, carrying countless dust fragments, scattered and flew in all directions.

The commotion was so great that even the soldiers fighting on the front line subconsciously looked over.

Abatai's banner fell, and was gone.

The Jiannu forces across the battlefield involuntarily hesitated and fell into confusion.

Those close by frantically rode over on horseback.

Those farther away wanted to figure out what had happened.

"Count as a direct hit, or slightly off target?"

Lin Dao couldn't see clearly, but it didn't matter.

He found an open space and had everyone retreat and clear out.

His figure suddenly disappeared; not long after, when he reappeared, he was already inside the cab of the hundred-ton King mining truck.

He rolled down the car window, and Lin Dao shouted at the dumbfounded bodyguards, "Those with firelocks, climb onto the rear truck bed!"

This miracle-like scene drove Lin Dao's subordinates nearly mad.

"The Marshal, he's a god~~~"

Over a hundred bodyguards climbed onto the truck bed, inside which several circles of iron plates were welded for them to step on, letting them lean out and fire.

"Liu San Dao."

Lin Dao, holding the walkie-talkie, instructed Liu San Dao who was prone on the ground kowtowing to the hundred-ton King, ordering, "You lead the cavalry to the front, have each formation move left and right to clear a path."

Liu San Dao picked up the walkie-talkie beside him, acknowledged the order, then leapt up and led his men to mount their horses.

The hundred-ton King started up, the roaring engine sound making hearts tremble.

The army formations ahead all cleared a path.

Advancing a distance, they directly faced the Jiannu troops.

The moment the hundred-ton King appeared on the battlefield, this battle was basically already declared over.

The twice-modified hundred-ton King had its defensive capability strengthened once more.

Unless it took a frontal bombardment from a Hongyi Great Cannon, ordinary firelocks, tiger crouching cannons, and the like could hardly pose a threat to it.

Jiannu coming to raid, how could they possibly carry heavy Hongyi Great Cannons.

Facing the hundred-ton King rolling up vast yellow earth, the Jiannu warriors were completely dumbfounded.

Suo Hehuo, bearing the title of Baturu, relying on his martial prowess, had already beheaded three enemy armored soldiers in battle.

His martial valor was heroic, living up to his Baturu title.

But when he faced the hundred-ton King roaring toward him like a mountain peak, his whole body trembled violently, his mind went blank, and he couldn't even take a step to dodge.

He just watched helplessly as the hundred-ton King charged over, first knocking him to the ground.

Then those wheels the size of houses, from feet to head, forcibly crushed him into one with the earth.

The roaring hundred-ton King rushed wildly through the Jiannu heavy infantry groups, smashing army formations like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

The bodyguards prone on the rear truck bed fired in a fluster.

Calling it firing, in reality most just added sound and light effects.

Fast speed, frequent turns, constant jolting — even a sharpshooter couldn't hit the target.

But the bodyguards' emotions were exceptionally high.

Each and every one flushed red, shouting loudly, continuously reloading, casually conducting faith shooting.

"The Marshal actually has such a divine object, simply a god descended to earth."

"With the Marshal here, who can be our match?"

The heavy infantry armored formations the Jiannu took pride in, under the hundred-ton King's impact and crushing, scattered and collapsed.

On the Righteous Army side, morale soared; they turned and charged, fighting to seize heads.

Even heads crushed to pieces would draw scrambling, grabbing the queue braids and cutting them off.

This is one hundred fifty taels!

Seeing the formation collapse, the Beile Lord's life or death unknown.

Zhangying Tugeerge, biting the bullet, led cavalry to counter-charge the giant beast, attempting to salvage the collapsing situation.

"Useless."

Lin Dao in the cab, seeing this scene, drove the hundred-ton King to meet them: "Jie People, Xianbei, Xiongnu — all tried; their armored cavalry couldn't withstand it, you're even less capable."

The battlefield-experienced Eight Banners cavalrymen weren't stupid.

They did not charge straight in, but circled on horseback, attempting to use their mobility advantage to deal with the giant beast.

Dense heavy arrows shot over, striking the vehicle body with a clanging sound.

Even the huge tires were stuck full of arrows.

Even a few of the personal guards inside the vehicle compartment were accidentally hit by arrows.

But that was all.

Engine power output increased again, Lin Dao brought the speed up, and directly chased and rammed the cavalry.

In the short term the cavalry ran fast, but given a little more time, they would be caught up to.

First they were knocked over from behind, then the giant wheels rolled over them into a ground of meat paste.

Whether wearing chain mail armor, cloth-faced iron armor, Shuijing Jia, or any other kind of armor.

Whatever high-headed big horse they rode.

The results were all the same.

At most the jolt sensation brought to Lin Dao differed.

The Jiannu morale suffered a destructive blow, and the army formation was also impacted into a mess.

Facing the Righteous Army's large-scale impact, they quickly fell into a rout.

The fastest runners were the Mongol tribes taking advantage of the chaos to plunder.

They did not even dare go back to the old camp, abandoning their plundered war spoils, fleeing madly toward the Northern Regions.

This is the Mountain God arriving.

A mountain that moves on its own, constantly ramming here and there, where is there any courage to meet it in battle.

Lin Dao chased the Jiannu cavalry while biting, wherever the cavalry were many he chased there.

Some were chased until desperate, turned around and charged over wanting a desperate fight.

But the result was merely giving the Hundred-Ton King a dye job, plus a bit of jolt and that was it.

Tugeerge was chased all the way to the Yishui riverbank.

He and the cavalry beside him, in panic, directly spurred their horses and leapt into the river water.

Yet they forgot they were still wearing armor on their bodies.

The Yishui flowed on, the surging waves quickly swallowed these wild boar skins.

As strings of bubbles rose, this group of evil-doers were dragged into the deep abyss hell.

(End of Chapter)