Chapter 188: Under the Hail of Bullets, All Beings Are Equal

The scorching sun rose, cold wind sweeping across.

Sunlight passed through the window curtain, scattering into the RV, casting mottled light and shadow.

The habit formed from long years of military life made Lin Dao open his eyes on time.

The familiar ceiling.

He got up, washed up, turned on the induction cooker, took food ingredients from the fridge, heated the milk.

While seriously frying eggs, movement came from behind him.

"Smells so good~~~"

Fair arms reached from behind, embracing Lin Dao's thick waist.

Lin Dao stayed silent, sprinkled a little MSG on the fried eggs, the aroma growing even richer.

Finished, he plated the food, pulled out the table and set it down.

The two sat facing each other, heads buried, eating and drinking.

"Benefactor." Li Shishi, drinking milk, praised continuously "This is really delicious, I want more~"

"Didn't you already drink a lot last night?"

Lin Dao ate breakfast without raising his head "Drink too much and you'll get internal heat."

After breakfast, Lin Dao instructed solemnly.

"Remember, when I'm not here, you absolutely must not leave the RV."

"Mm." Li Shishi nodded repeatedly "Benefactor rest assured, I won't go out."

Lin Dao got off the vehicle, returned to the Modern World to fetch oil drums, refueled the RV.

These two days it had been idling to supply power, the fuel was almost used up.

Done with these, he started the RV and drove toward the direction of Bianliang City.

"The moment you come out it's outside Bianliang City."

"The time is even after the Jurchens occupied the city walls."

"No time to mobilize troops at all."

This trip to the Jingkang Spacetime came too urgently.

He couldn't just watch the Jurchens destroy Bianliang City, massacre millions, he could only go in hard himself.

Drove all the way to south of Yue Tai, Lin Dao only then stopped the vehicle.

Gazing at the markings on the map, deep in thought.

"Yue Tai~~~ Yue Fei!"

The drone flew up, circling continuously in the sky.

Everything on the ground, through the drone's loaded surveillance camera, was fully in view.

The Jin Nation's east and west routes, tens of thousands of households of troops, formed numerous camps, scattered and arranged outside Bianliang City.

On many sections of Bianliang City's walls, there were also figures of Jin soldiers.

Several days ago, Zhao Ji dispatched Guo Jing to lead the Six Jia Divine Soldiers, sallying from Xuanhua Gate to fight the Jurchens.

Result: Guo Jing's Six Jia Divine Soldiers failed to receive divine protection, suffered a crushing defeat and scattered.

The Jin soldiers seized the opportunity to occupy Xuanhua Gate, rushed into Bianliang City.

The Jin soldiers who rushed into the city, following convention, set fires and massacred the city.

Their atrocities ignited the anger of the common people in Bianliang City.

The city's commoners actively fought street battles, forced back the Jin soldiers.

At this time, quite a few high officials and nobles in the city chose to take the opportunity to flee.

Li Shishi also fled the city at this time, but ran into patrolling Jin soldiers, and was finally saved by Lin Dao.

"So many Jin soldiers."

Lin Dao narrowed his eyes "How long will I have to kill until."

Most life-threatening of all, he had no teammates.

The War Faction in the Court had all been driven far away.

Inside Bianliang City, those remaining now were all the Surrender Faction.

Jin soldiers have already fought into the city, yet they only have peace talks on their minds~ peace talks!

"First search for traces of the Wanyans."

Lin Dao controlled the drone, circling and searching continuously in the sky.

For the current plan, only by executing Decapitation Tactics, causing the Jin soldiers to fall into chaos and withdraw.

Decapitation Tactics he used often, already extremely proficient.

The drone circled in the sky, still hadn't found traces of the Wanyans.

Unexpectedly, he himself was instead discovered first by patrolling Jurchen cavalry.

Gazing at the dozens of Jin soldier riders galloping from the distance, Lin Dao held the remote controller and shook his head.

Switched to VPS mode, turned around, got on the RV, headed straight for the roof.

Deployed the MG74's bipod, loaded the ammo belt, pulled the bolt.

Safety off, eye to the optical sight.

'Zzzzzzt~~~'

Ultra-high rate of fire, spraying out true bullet rain.

Long streams of bullet rain, sweeping back and forth through the Jurchen cavalry formation.

Whether man or horse, all were shot with blood flowers spraying, bones broken tendons snapped.

Armor?

Even wearing armor made of dinosaur skin won't hold up!

These dozens of Jurchen cavalry never imagined in their lives that they would encounter a machine gun sweep.

Bodies tempered for decades, experience surviving multiple battlefields, proficient horsemanship, and so on.

All of it, amid the machine gun's roar, became a joke.

Under the hail of bullets, all beings are equal.

Lin Dao used up the two-hundred-round ammo belt, looking at the gun barrel emitting white smoke, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Sustained fire feels good, but you shoot too fast."

"Long bursts, use long bursts more."

The huge commotion caused here soon attracted more Jurchen cavalry.

Lin Dao stood up, retrieved the drone, started the RV, and withdrew.

This time-space has no satellite positioning; Lin Dao had always relied on VPS, the Visual Positioning System, to make the drone hover.

VPS is a hover mode that achieves non-satellite positioning through a downward-facing camera and ultrasonic sensors.

The problem is its stability is not high, requiring Lin Dao to monitor it constantly.

Once it exceeds a certain distance, there is a danger of loss of control.

Being too close to the Jin camp, facing constant harassment from the Jurchens, Lin Dao had no way to search for the Wanyans' tracks for a long time.

"Troublesome."

Greater trouble followed.

More and more Jurchen cavalry pursued and chased all the way.

The RV could only run along the official road; solid, flat land could also barely be traversed.

But Northern Song roads are just like that; speed simply cannot be picked up.

After fleeing seven or eight li, the pursuers behind had already closed in.

Stomping the brake to a stop, Lin Dao glanced at the rearview mirror, stood up, grabbed the MG74 and travel bag, and strode toward the rear compartment.

Li Shishi, curled up on the bed, looked pitifully at her benefactor striding past her.

Fastened the riot helmet, lowered the face shield.

Lin Dao stepped on the ladder, pushed open the hatch, and leaned out half his body.

Set up the machine gun, placed the travel bag loaded with spare ammo belts and various tools to the side.

The fastest-chasing Jin soldiers in the rear had already closed within a hundred paces.

Through the optical sight, looking at those Jurchen cavalry who had already drawn bows and nocked arrows, Lin Dao pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The electric saw sound rose again!

Jurchen cavalry, men and horses alike, were shot until flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The bullet rain was too dense; they simply couldn't get close before being shot down.

Some fierce and brave Jurchens shot heavy arrows from afar, but the landing points were still quite a distance from the RV.

Bow and arrow against machine gun — apart from tragedy, utterly meaningless.

Smoking casings tumbled down.

Sliding along the roof, they piled up and clattered onto the official road.

The muzzle flash illuminated Lin Dao's eyes, full of fierce light.

One ammo belt expended, the dozens of riders in front had all fallen in pools of blood.

Lin Dao's hands moved extremely fast, quickly swapping in a fresh two-hundred-round belt.

He had already thrown all long bursts, cyclic fire, sustained fire, rapid fire to the back of his mind.

In his heated head there were no other thoughts, only wanting to shoot to his heart's content!

Lin Dao, commanding the high ground, swept the bullet rain rearward along the official road.

Jurchen cavalry gathered on the official road fell in heaps, men and horses overturned, casualties strewn everywhere.

"Scatter! Scatter!"

The leading Meng'an shouted, "Don't crowd the road!"

As professional soldiers, these Jin soldiers reacted quickly.

Realizing that crowding the official road made them live targets for the other side, they spurred their horses toward the fields on both flanks.

After expending another belt, Lin Dao finally caught his breath.

He took out heat-resistant gloves and put them on, opened the right-side cover of the receiver, took out the faintly red, smoking gun barrel, and swapped in a new one.

"How did I forget again."

Lin Dao patted the riot helmet annoyedly, "Don't keep holding the trigger down, long bursts."

Glancing at the distance, those Jurchen cavalry were actually circling around both wings on horseback, trying to pull away and outflank.

Slotted in another belt, Lin Dao swung left and right firing.

*Zzzzzzt~~~*

Dense gunshots, almost without pause.

Mainly I know I should use long bursts, but just won't change.

Can't help it, when the blood's up it's like this — no technique, no rhythm, just spray.

Jurchen cavalry ride high-headed big horses and like to move in groups.

Large target profile, circling on the flanks exposes their broad sides.

Lin Dao's bullet rain swept over, men and horses fell in swathes.

Some lucky Jin soldiers weren't shot themselves, but their horses were gunned down.

Thrown from their mounts at high speed, dying on the spot from the fall was the lucky outcome.

Shattering bones and snapping tendons, left half-paralyzed — in this era, the misery knew no bounds.

When the commanding Meng'an was shot dead by machine gun fire and fell from his horse, the Jin soldiers who had been chasing with such momentum completely lost their nerve.

They rushed forward, wrapped the Meng'an's corpse in red cloth, and the wailing bandits carried him off in headlong flight.

"They run pretty fast."

Lin Dao pursued with sweeping fire for several hundred meters, only stopping when he'd used up the ammo belt.

"I've still got weapons I haven't let you taste; have a good sampling of the flavor."

He'd wanted to try the grenade launcher, but the routed Jin soldiers didn't give him the chance.

After cleaning up and returning to the vehicle, Li Shishi, shaken by the gunshots, hurriedly threw herself into his arms.

Lin Dao frowned at her: "This is war, stand firm!"

He sat down on the folding chair, and here Li Shishi brought a bottle of mineral water, opened it, and handed it over.

"Just killing rank-and-file soldiers won't do."

He took a sip of water, Lin Dao mused: "Need to urge my custom armor along; if that won't work, I'll just hard-charge straight in."

He rose and went to the driver's cab, started the RV, and drove off into the distance.

Liujiasi, East Route Army Main Camp.

"Second Prince."

Wulinda Zanmo, holding a brush, spoke to ask: "Any further instructions?"

The East Route Army's actual commander, Aguda's second son Wanyan Zongwang, frowned in reply: "Do you even need to ask?"

"Tell the Song to send the Maode Princess for a marriage alliance."

"If they don't send her, there's no need to mention negotiations again."

"Received the order." Wulinda Zanmo replied respectfully and swiftly wrote it into the letter.

'That Maode Princess is rumored to be the First Beauty under heaven.'

'No wonder the Second Prince can't forget her~~~'

'The Song are weak; a bit of intimidation and they'll send her up on their own.'

'What of an imperial princess? Facing the Great Jin's martial might, isn't she just there for the taking~~~'

"Second Prince!"

The tent curtain was lifted, and Wanyan Tala, face full of urgency, strode in.

"Tala." Wanyan Zongwang, seated in the place of honor, narrowed his eyes: "What's so urgent?"

"Nianmulu is dead!"

Wanyan Zongwang, who had seemed like a dozing tiger moments before, abruptly rose.

"How did he die!"

Feeling Wanyan Zongwang's fury, Wanyan Tala lowered his head.

"He took men to chase a weird big vehicle; by the time he came back he was a corpse."

The sturdy-framed Wanyan Zongwang, face grim, stepped out.

(End of Chapter)