Chapter 166: A Big One Came from the Opposite Side!

【Pfft!】

【Waaah~~~】

Huang Taiji, who had climbed the hill and was looking through a monocular telescope, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of old blood mixed with ginseng slices.

「It's this one, it must be this one! 」

「Hahaha~~~」

Huang Taiji, whose nose began to bleed again, looked at the hundred-ton king charging wildly in the distance and laughed recklessly, 「Such a monster, truly such a monster! 」

「Abatai, you lost without injustice! 」

The giant beast ravaging among the Tartar cavalry in the distance was like a great warship with sails covering the sky in the middle of the sea, directly coming onto the land.

The Eight Banners elite cavalry, said to be invincible under heaven, were as ridiculous as clay and earth puppets before such a giant beast.

A light touch, and they fly~~~

「Such a giant beast~ such a giant beast~」Putting down the telescope, Huang Taiji raised his head to look at the sky.

Under the dazzling scorching sun, the strange bird still circled in the high sky.

Withdrawing his gaze, he swept toward the vast battlefield again.

Looking at the rebel army's terrifying armored rate where almost everyone wore iron armor.

He no longer laughed, for on the face of the long-ailing and slightly thin man, full of bitterness.

「Lost, without injustice. 」

From the first sight of the tens of thousands of troops opposite, almost all wearing iron armor, he knew this battle could not be won.

The opposite side had so much money, able to equip tens of thousands of fighting troops with iron armor.

This financial and material strength was something the Great Qing could never do no matter what.

Those who possessed such strength, even if they lost a battle, could make a comeback.

But the Great Qing, once losing a major battle, would never have a chance to turn things around again.

From that time on, Huang Taiji burned his own life, struggling to use every means to hold back the opposing troops, creating conditions for Hao Ge's desperate assault.

Only hoping Hao Ge could eliminate the opposing commander and completely cut off the Han's chance to rise again, then Huang Taiji himself dying would be without regret.

As a result, a big one came from the opposite side!

Looking at the giant beast in the distance that was beyond human capability.

Huang Taiji swayed, swayed again, closed his eyes, and fell headfirst from the horseback.

「Great Khan~~~」

The people around swarmed forward.

If a Ming Dynasty civil official saw this scene, the memorial would write.

【The great army's cannon rotted tens of li, the bandit chief fell from his horse, the bandit crowd embraced him and wailed as they fled far away~~~】

「Pay attention to maintaining formation. 」Lin Dao in the cockpit, steering the wheel with one hand and holding the walkie-talkie with the other, 「All camps pay attention to coordination and cooperation, advance steadily, crush them. 」

「Tell the soldiers, the rewards I promised will never be withheld, reputation guaranteed. 」

「Such a money-making opportunity won't come many more times in the future, you must know how to cherish the opportunity. 」

In these days, being a servant like a dog for a wealthy family, the monthly wage was only a few hundred wen.

But at Lin Dao's place, beheading one Tartar head would be rewarded with two hundred taels!

Additionally given two mu of paddy fields!

For one's own future in this life, what's wrong with risking one's life once!

The whole army presses forward, just to crush the Tartars head-on, smash their 'ten thousand cannot resist' joke!

Skillfully turning the steering wheel, the Hundred Ton King's giant tires turned, heading straight to chase where the Tartar cavalry was most numerous.

Behind the Hundred Ton King, over a thousand white-feathered white-robed bodyguards also rode horses to follow.

The bodyguards' horsemanship was not excellent.

But it didn't matter, they could be used as Dragon Cavalry.

The Hundred Ton King charged wildly in front, behind over a thousand white-robed cavalry with battle robes flying, magnificent and spectacular.

「Grand Beile goes first, this slave will come later! 」

Suo Ni, born of the Hesheri Clan, turned his horse head leading a batch of Plain Yellow Banner's baya la, turned around to snipe the pursuing troops.

They dared not block the Hundred Ton King, instead took a detour to block the white-robed bodyguards.

Lin Dao glanced and no longer paid attention, continuing the pursuit.

The Hundred Ton King's engine roar made the Tartar cavalry each have hair standing on end.

Hao Ge fought bravely, but lacked wisdom.

When fleeing they did not know to disperse, only burying their heads in escape.

Their warhorses originally carried heavily armored cavalry to charge into formation, now turned around and ran for so long, how could they still endure.

From time to time warhorses, while running, fell headfirst to the ground.

The Hundred Ton King whistled past, under the giant tires comparable to houses, all living beings were equal.

Lin Dao drinking Red Bull felt some jolts on the road surface, occasionally Red Bull spilled and he frowned.

「Waste. 」

Hao Ge's horse was good, ran fast and ran far.

But eventually there was a limit to stamina.

When the warhorse spat white foam, began to sweat on its body, and its hooves gradually staggered.

Hao Ge knew his time had come.

But he did not want to die.

Looking around, he spotted a dead sophora tree not far away and immediately spurred his horse into a gallop toward it.

Reaching the sophora tree, he dismounted and stabbed the horse's buttocks with a knife.

The warhorse, in pain, lunged forward, while Hao Ge alertly hid beneath the dead tree.

The battlefield was chaotic, smoke and dust pervasive.

People and horses fleeing in disorder were everywhere.

Lin Dao, situated in the high driver's cab, actually did not see this scene.

But Hao Ge's luck was bad.

Lin Dao was tilting his head back drinking Red Bull to replenish stamina, and originally did not see this scene either.

But the Hundred-Ton King, due to a slight turn of the steering wheel, first knocked down the dead tree with its front, then the massive wheels rolled over it.

*Crack! *

"Damn!" Lin Dao, jolted violently, spilled Red Bull on his pants, a flurry of fumbling.

Only after barely cleaning up, when he looked up again, the Tartar cavalry's traces were already gone up ahead.

Lin Dao bared his teeth, turned the steering wheel to turn around and head back to the main battlefield.

By this time the White-Robed Guards had already dealt with Suo Ni's obstruction.

They dismounted and formed a formation, using firelocks to fire in rotation, knocking down those Plain Yellow Banner's paiya-la, men and horses together.

The firelocks Lin Dao brought were not like the Ming Army's kind that injure the enemy eight hundred while self-damaging three thousand — shoddy goods.

Using seamless steel pipe as the gun barrel, able to withstand higher chamber pressure.

Longer range, greater power.

And they are fixed paper cartridges, loading process simple, firing speed fast.

Over a thousand firelocks firing in rotation rank by rank, Suo Ni and the others though fierce and unafraid of death, the result was also not much different.

Slowly stopping the Hundred-Ton King, Lin Dao lowered the car window, shouting from above: "All follow me, we're going to the main battlefield!"

The Tartar pincer cavalry had already been routed, next it was time to clean up the main battlefield.

When Lin Dao drove the Hundred-Ton King, leading the guard squadron sweeping in like the wind and lightning.

Undoubtedly, the Mongol tribes who had previously borne enormous pressure and suffered heavy losses immediately collapsed and fled.

They followed the Tartars because they could get benefits.

Gold silver wealth iron tools supplies women, with these actual benefits, only then were they willing to follow the Tartars and sell their lives.

But now they sold their lives and still didn't win, even seeing that they were about to lose everything.

Human nature at this moment occupied the dominant position.

The Mongol tribes' remnants, very willingly, killed the Tartar foot soldiers supervising them, turned their horses around and fled in a puff of smoke, truly not looking back!

The Tartars still on the battlefield, seeing the Hundred-Ton King roaring toward them like Mount Tai pressing down on the crown, all despaired.

Those with courage still remaining, drew bows and nocked arrows, raised firelocks, even pushed tiger crouching cannons and other small cannons forward to attack.

*Clang clang clang* hitting the Hundred-Ton King's external steel plates ringing non-stop.

And those who lost courage, turned and ran.

To support this great battle, Huang Taiji mobilized to the limit, mobilization intensity even exceeding two ding one conscript, truly sweep the ground to make soldiers.

He determined Guan Ning Iron Cavalry would not dare go north, brought nearly all able-bodied men.

Among them were not a few half-grown children.

These half-grown lads, when fighting a winning battle, one more brave and fierce than the next.

But once defeated, it was a total rout of a thousand li.

The Hundred-Ton King with unstoppable momentum charged into the Tartar army formation.

Under the front collision, men and horses both flew.

Like a mudslide rushing into clear river water, unstoppable, no one could block.

The White-Robed Guards riding horses, followed behind sweeping the battlefield.

More Righteous Army foot soldiers, morale soaring, shouted and charged forward to kill.

Lin Dao in the driver's cab jolted all the way, both hands steadily gripping the steering wheel, plowing through the Tartar formation.

The Tartars truly finished off under the Hundred-Ton King's collision and crushing, in quantity actually not that many.

This thing's biggest role is deterrence.

Unstoppable deterrence, whether you're some Baturu or some courageous warrior, all the same outcome.

Soldiers wearing two or even three layers of armor, at most just bring slightly different jolting sensations.

This powerlessness, this feeling of despair, has a devastating blow on morale.

Morale collapsed, then the war's outcome goes without saying.

Lin Dao entered the battlefield from the flank, all the way horizontally sweeping, crushing, colliding, galloping until he reached the canal bank.

Seeing large batches of Tartar soldiers with mental collapse, fearing the Hundred-Ton King turning and rushing into the canal, he finally released the accelerator.

Picked up the drone control panel nearby, checked the battlefield through the surveillance drone.

On the vast battlefield, all Tartar units had already completely collapsed.

Bondservant slaves, Han Army Banner, Mongol tribes, Eight Banners troops all were routing.

Everyone desperately running backward, like an ultra-large-scale marathon race.

Righteous Army units with morale bursting, chased and killed on their heels like herding ducks.

This kind of scene, in the past always appeared after Tartars routed the Ming Army.

Now, it's reversed.

Through the car window, saw the White-Robed Guards surrounding the Hundred-Ton King on guard.

Lin Dao, who had drunk too many cans of Red Bull, opened the car door and climbed down along the ladder.

Heading straight for the canal riverbank to relieve himself.

Twitched.

His face full of a comfortable expression.

On the river surface not far away, gurgling bubbles rose from time to time.

Those were the Tartars who went swimming wearing armor and sank straight to the bottom, leaving their final message in this World.

"Fighting Tartars is just easy."

Twitched and tidied up neatly, Lin Dao turned around and came before the bodyguards.

Took out a stalk of vanilla and bit on it, a bodyguard naturally took out a windproof lighter to light it for him.

"Huu~~~"

"Back then, fighting the various Hu required fighting battle after battle."

"The various Hu were too numerous, always able to continuously gather large armies."

"Still, the Tartars here are simple, only needing one decisive victory, enough to shatter them."

Among the foreign troubles of all dynasties, the Tartars truly cannot rank.

Their entire clan added up, only a few hundred thousand population.

Even sweeping the ground to make soldiers, plus dragging in allies as cannon fodder, those able to get on the battlefield hardly exceed a hundred thousand.

Shatter their core able-bodied men in one battle, then there is no chance of a comeback.

Beyond the Pass, only mopping-up work remains.

"No need to guard me."

Lin Dao instructed the bodyguards with excited expressions.

"Go earn military merit."

"There won't be such a good opportunity again in the future."

End of Chapter