Chapter 141

"This isn't even worth calling revenge."

"Only by personally slaying a barbarian counts as revenge."

Lin Dao instructed, "Take him to drink porridge, reward him with a can of meat."

He reached out to signal those men, "Arrange these people, assign each person a bondservant."

"Those who dare not act, dispose of them directly; my grain does not raise waste."

A bodyguard looked troubled, "Marshal, there aren't enough bondservants."

"Then have several people share one! Surely arms and legs are enough to go around."

Lin Dao turned back onto his horse, "Inventory the goods and people, register them in the booklet, and take them all to Jiningzhou to board ships and return."

He rode his horse to an open space not far outside Yanzhou City, reaching out to signal a spot beside the official road.

"Gather all the heads here and build a Jia Guan."

Riding into Yanzhou City, all he saw were the stationed armored soldiers and auxiliary soldiers clearing corpses.

There were too many corpses, they could be called everywhere.

Men, women, old and young, wearing vine cloth hemp clothing, wearing ling luo luo duan, wearing official robes and black clothing.

Under the massacre, regardless of status, all met the same end.

"Marshal."

A bodyguard stepped forward to report, "Inside the city, except for artisans, physicians, and beautiful women, everyone else has been killed."

Lin Dao said nothing, riding his horse forward along the roads inside the city, which were splattered with fresh blood.

The roads and the houses on both sides could be called hell on earth.

Lin Dao even saw children in swaddling clothes.

"When the Mongols massacred cities, they did not kill children no taller than a wheel."

"Barbarians truly deserve to die!"

The core of Yanzhou City was not the government office, but Lu Wang Fu.

At this moment, corpses piled up like mountains before the gates of Lu Wang Fu.

Lin Dao even saw several figures wearing dragon robes.

"Prince Lu, and the provincial kings of Le Ling, Yang Xin, Dong Yuan, An Qiu, Zi Yang, the people in the Wangfu, and the city officials are all here."

Lin Dao did not care about the deaths of these Zhu Ming imperial clan members and court civil officials.

He only hated that they dragged the entire city's common people to perish with them.

"Find some large carts."

"Drag them all outside the city to dig pits and bury them, don't cause a great epidemic."

After speaking, Lin Dao was about to enter Lu Wang Fu.

"Marshal." The bodyguards hurriedly blocked him, "There are still barbarians resisting inside."

"Hmm?"

Lin Dao frowned, "It's been this long, and they still haven't been eliminated?"

The bodyguard was somewhat embarrassed, "The barbarians inside are guarding Lu Wang Fu's treasury."

The wealth, treasures, antiques, paintings, booklets, and spices accumulated by Lu Wang Fu for over two hundred years were a huge fortune.

The barbarians retreating here had poured fire oil on these things and piled up firewood, threatening the righteous army to negotiate.

The soldiers were reluctant to part with these treasures, so it had been dragged on like this.

Lin Dao's face sank, "Who led the team?"

A commander stumbled forward to salute.

"Strip the armor off him." Lin Dao pointed his horse whip at the commander, "Send him to the Military Law Office."

He actually placed the location of the wealth above the war.

I was truly blind to have promoted such a person as an officer.

Lin Dao shouted, "Where is the deputy commander?"

Immediately a soldier stepped forward to salute, "Marshal, Hu Ping, deputy commander of the First Squad of the Second Thousand Commander of Bingzi Battalion, pays respects!"

"Take your men, rush in and slaughter all the barbarians!"

"I accept the order!"

Several hundred men of the First Squad, led by Hu Ping, holding riot shields, surged into Lu Wang Fu.

The sounds of slaughter rose, and great fires blazed within the mansion.

Lin Dao also liked these treasures.

But he absolutely would not indulge the enemy army for the sake of treasures.

Eliminating the enemy's fighting strength was far more important than obtaining treasures.

Lin Dao dismounted, and surrounded by many bodyguards, stepped into Lu Wang Fu.

Abatai's main force was defeated too quickly; the barbarians stationed in Yanzhou City had no time to react or flee at all.

Even worse, the barbarians had previously fiercely attacked Yanzhou City, the city gates were all breached, and the city walls were damaged in many places, making it impossible to defend the city to the death.

Bingzi Battalion and Dingzi Battalion rushed in fiercely, and soon drove the remaining barbarians into the Wangfu.

Those stationed in the Wangfu at this time were mainly the armored cavalry and infantry of the Plain Blue Banner.

The treasures they threatened to burn were Abatai's war spoils.

These barbarian soldiers, knowing they had no hope of survival, resisted desperately and fought extremely decisively.

They relied on the city walls, courtyards, and houses of Lu Wang Fu to resist desperately, causing certain losses to Lin Dao's troops.

"You go help."

Lin Dao instructed the bodyguards, "Those hiding in the houses, shoot with firelocks."

"If you encounter blocked doors and can't climb the walls, just push the walls down!"

The firelocks crafted by those slave artisan households of the Ming Dynasty, Lin Dao dared not equip his troops under command with.

With those firelocks, no one knew when they might explode in the barrel.

The firelocks currently in use were all crafted by artisans of the Yonghe Spacetime, their quality guaranteed.

The only drawback was that production was too low, so for the time being they were only used to equip the bodyguard unit.

The bodyguard unit holding firelocks advanced, firing several volleys at the rooms.

At this kind of close-range shooting, no armor could withstand it.

After firing, they fixed three-edged military daggers on and rushed into the rooms, stabbing wildly.

The three-edged military daggers processed by special industrial quenching machines had strong penetrating power, enough to pierce iron leather armor.

The surviving Tartars inside the rooms waved sabers and axes to resist, and the two sides instantly engaged in close-quarters slaughter.

Only heavy weapons like axes and hammers could inflict damage on the armored soldiers.

Tu Mu Shen of the Bordered Blue Banner had long been known for his martial valor.

Earlier he had lain prone on the ground and dodged several volleys of shooting.

Just as he climbed up, the Ming Army's (the Tartars always believed it was the Ming Army) armored soldiers smashed through doors and windows and charged in.

He had no time to pull his younger brother who was lying prone on the ground, and waving his waist saber he charged forward to fight.

Before his eyes, these Ming Army soldiers with white feathers on their heads and clad in white robes were all wearing heavy armor.

Tu Mu Shen's saber chopped onto them, making a hissing sound and throwing sparks.

Two firelocks from the opposite side stabbed over, and Tu Mu Shen abruptly retreated to dodge.

But the next moment, he saw a Ming Army soldier viciously stab the three-edged military dagger of his firelock into his younger brother Suo Luo Dai's belly.

His younger brother's screams drove Tu Mu Shen mad.

He had brought his surplus-ding younger brother along to make a fortune, never imagining he would instead cause his younger brother to lose his life.

"Ah!!!"

The furious Tu Mu Shen, holding his waist saber, flew forward in a pounce.

But the opposite side raised three firelocks, and the sharp gun-swords pierced through his body.

The firelocks were violently pulled out, and the wounds on Tu Mu Shen's body spurted blood outward.

The strength that could once wrestle wild wolves also rapidly ebbed away with it.

He lay prone on the ground, beside him his younger brother wailing while clutching his belly.

Tu Mu Shen subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, to comfort his younger brother.

But a hammer came smashing down on his head.

Before losing consciousness, Tu Mu Shen's final thought in his heart was just.

"If only I hadn't come~"

In multiple houses within the Lu Wang Fu, fierce close-quarters conflicts erupted.

Similar scenes were commonplace.

Especially here in the main hall, several dozen bodyguards first fired in volleys.

Dense lead bullets shattered doors and windows, pierced the Tartars' armor inside, and tore apart their flesh and blood.

The bodyguards immediately brandished their firelocks and surged into the hall.

The Tartars still alive resisted frantically.

Sabers hacking, swords chopping, spears thrusting, firelocks coming and going.

What the bodyguards wore were all stainless steel armor.

Their defensive capability was sufficient to be immune to all attacks except heavy-strike shock.

The Tartars' martial skills and strength were better and greater, yet they could not break the defense.

No matter how beautifully the saber danced, if it couldn't cut through their armor it was useless.

"Cut their gun-swords!"

A Tartar shouted a greeting, aiming to disable the Ming Army's weapons first.

The saber chopped onto the gun barrel, unable to sever the seamless steel pipe, but the tremendous force made the firelock fall to the ground.

However the next moment, the bodyguards backhandedly took off the hammers hanging at their waists.

Tartar sabers couldn't wound them; the bodyguards swung their hammers, and wherever they smashed, bones broke and tendons snapped, losing combat ability.

Lin Dao's troops, relying on their superior equipment, charged and killed all the way, forcing the remaining Tartars into the cellar.

The cellar entrance was narrow in space; several dozen Tartars guarded below, making it difficult to attack inside.

Lin Dao came over to take a look and laughed on the spot.

"Trapping themselves in a dead end."

Fire attack, water attack, or

Lin Dao thought for a moment, then instructed the bodyguards, "Bring my Bao Tian."

On his horseback hung a Bao Tian, inside which were stored many interesting objects he had purchased in South Africa.

The bodyguards quickly brought the Bao Tian.

He reached his hand into the Bao Tian and took out two objects resembling cylinders.

"Flashbang, tear gas grenade."

On that South Africa side, as long as the money was in place, whatever kind of good things were available.

He put away the flashbang, pulled the tear gas grenade's pull ring and threw it into the cellar.

"Seal the lid!"

The cellar's wooden plank was pressed down, and intense coughing sounds immediately transmitted from below.

Only after there was no more movement below did he instruct them to open the wooden plank.

After airing it out for a while, the bodyguards covered their mouths and noses with wet towels, carrying knives as they rushed down.

In the cellar they severed the Tartars' heads and tied them to their belts.

After searching carefully once and confirming there were no fish that slipped through the net, only then did they come out.

"Grand Marshal!"

A soldier came to report: "Found a batch of Tartar wounded and sick in the rear courtyard."

This time the Tartars broke through the pass and went southward; along the way quite a few people contracted serious illness.

When attacking Yanzhou City, there was also a batch of wounded soldiers.

Abatai had these people arranged in the Prince Lu Mansion's rear courtyard, arranging the Prince Lu Mansion's beauties to care for them.

After the whole army collapsed, these wounded and sick had nowhere to run even if they wanted to.

Arriving before a two-story pavilion in the rear courtyard, he saw quite a few mansion ladies' corpses on the ground.

Inside, ladies' screams still transmitted out.

Very obviously, this was the Tartars knowing they could not survive, creating as much slaughter as possible.

The soldiers wanted to rush in, but were stopped by Lin Dao.

"Bring firewood, ignite this building!"

On the Qi Lu land, firewood and plants that could serve as fuel had almost all been chopped clean.

But in the Prince Lu Mansion's firewood room, there were still piles of firewood stacked like mountains.

The soldiers soon found large batches of firewood, piled around the pavilion, splashed with fire oil and ignited.

Wooden structures are just like this; they burn extremely fast.

Rolling thick smoke rushed straight to the sky, raging fierce flames engulfed the entire pavilion.

The screams and wails inside, like ghost weeping from hell.

Windows shattered, bodies covered in fire, jumping out through windows.

The bodyguards subconsciously raised the firelocks in their hands to aim, but Lin Dao spoke to stop them.

"No need."

"Just watch."

More and more fire people jumped out.

Some flailing teeth and claws staggering along, some crawling on the ground twisting and struggling like snakes.

The numerous armored warriors all around, all coldly watched from the side.

The screams gradually died out.

The fire people stopped struggling, fell to the ground with no more movement.

Only the crackling sound of flames burning remained.

Not mentioning other places, just in this Yanzhou City alone, under the massacre tens of thousands of wronged souls, at this moment, are all watching!

(End of Chapter)