Chapter 200: Hundred-Ton King Swinging Iron Ball

*Crack—*

The snowplow slammed into the fruit trees on the Imperial Road, overturning and toppling them.

Tires spinning, amid the clanging of metal striking the ground, an iron ball welded with many triangular iron plates and tethered by a long iron chain, driven by kinetic inertia, whistled as it swung toward the Jurchen cavalry.

The iron ball came crashing in!

The swung iron ball slammed straight into the skull of a Jurchen cavalryman.

The Jurchen cavalry who rampaged across East Asia, looking down on all before them, now had faces full of despair.

He watched with wide eyes as the iron ball, carrying a fierce sound of tearing air, crashed toward him, yet his limbs were powerless, his body fundamentally unable to make any reaction.

The iron ball directly slammed into his skull.

Red, yellow, white.

Various colors sprayed out.

Undeniably spraying, the entire skull was smashed to pieces by the tremendous force.

The headless Jurchen soldier's body swayed, then immediately fell from the horseback.

And the iron ball still carried powerful kinetic energy, sweeping horizontally, consecutively crashing into the bodies of multiple Jurchen soldiers, and their mounts as well.

The chain dragging the iron ball, like a sharp blade tearing through the air, cut and tore apart everything in its path.

After the horizontal sweep, the iron ball finally smashed the chest of a Jurchen cavalryman.

Armor was directly crushed inward and caved in, ribs shattered completely, internal organs ruptured.

Knocked flying from the horseback, he lay on the ground twitching.

The man was already dead; this was the nerves reacting.

*Clang-clatter! *

The iron ball, stained with all manner of debris, hit the ground, dragged by the Dong, scraping sparks on the stones.

The Jurchen cavalry charging at the front were forcibly carved away a chunk.

Elimination within the entire area range.

*Retch—*

Nearby Jurchens, witnessing this scene before them, quite a few involuntarily vomited.

These Jurchens who had been on battlefields, participated in multiple massacres, had seen all manner of bloody scenes, ordinarily would not be so affected.

But the scene before their eyes was truly too cruel and bloody, completely different from the death methods of saber hacking, spear stabbing, or arrow shooting.

Struck by the iron ball, whether man or horse, the body was mutilated.

Those cut by the unpolished iron chain were even more miserable.

There were Jurchens cut in half at the waist by the iron chain, half a torso falling to the ground, crawling with difficulty, their wails sounding as if from the Nine Nether Abyss.

Miserable, truly too miserable!

Lin Dao turned the steering wheel backhanded, made a circle and turned back from the other side of the Imperial Street.

Charged straight toward the Jurchen cavalry cluster.

The Jurchen cavalry instantly spurred their horses to scatter in all directions.

They maneuvered on the spacious Imperial Street, circling around the Dong heavy truck Lin Dao was driving.

Even someone with insufficient IQ would not go head-on against an obviously unblockable giant object at a glance.

The windmill A Tang challenged, at the very least, would not move.

Nor would it have a long iron chain tied to its tail, dragging an iron ball to smash people.

"This morale."

Lin Dao, driving, pursed his lips. "Indeed quite brave."

Facing an unmatchable giant object, directly turning tail and fleeing is the normal reaction.

After all, one look at this Hundred-Ton King's build and you know it fundamentally cannot be beaten.

But the Jurchen cavalry could instead endure enormous psychological pressure and still try to find ways to entangle and respond.

In terms of military heart and morale, truly nothing to say.

Undeniably a strong army.

"I just like opponents like you."

"Right now is just the appetizer."

"Wait until my armored vehicles, mining giants are ready, then I'll serve you the main course."

Foot stomping the accelerator to accelerate, the Hundred-Ton King with its engine roaring began chasing the scattered Jurchen cavalry.

On the distant Nanxun Gate Wengcheng city wall, the Jin State's Second Prince Wanyan Zongwang turned his head to ask a general not far away.

"Woliyanyan, do you have any method to deal with that giant object?"

Woliyanyan, chief of the Jurchen Seven Waters Tribe, Chinese name Wanyan Lou Shi.

His military exploits are extremely brilliant; destroying the Liao State, fighting Western Xia, attacking the Great Song, all were victorious in every battle.

He is publicly recognized in the Jin military as a top-tier famous general listed alongside the Second Prince.

His gaze had been fixed on the distant Hundred-Ton King.

"Open wilderness terrain is not good to fight."

"One should seek mountains, rivers, marshes, lakes to trap it."

"This object is so massive, its body must be heavy."

"As long as it sinks into a quagmire, it will be difficult to ever come out again."

"I also think so." Wanyan Zongwang nodded. "But if it is cautious and careful, not going into dangerous terrain, what then?"

"Dig pits!"

Wanyan Lou Shi spoke without hesitation: "Lure them with troops and horses, draw them into the pit."

"Once they enter the pit, ambush troops will rise from all sides to bury them with sand, earth, and stones."

Zongwang nodded again, thinking as one.

"Given the current situation."

He reached out and pointed at the hundred-ton king fleeing in disarray on the Imperial Street, pursued by Jurchen cavalry: "How should we respond?"

"Set it on fire."

Lou Shi said coldly: "Find fierce and brave men, carry fire oil, dry grass, and other combustibles, approach closely to burn it."

"Even if it is made of iron, we will melt it for him!"

The Jurchens hunted year-round between the White Mountains and Black Waters, possessing rich experience in dealing with large game.

"Wanyan Zonghan."

The Second Prince looked at Wan Yan Chang: "You go arrange it."

On the Imperial Street, the Jurchen cavalry belonging to Wanyan Zongbi's direct-command ten-thousand-household unit were in utter disarray.

That roaring giant object not only had a body of unmatched size, but also ran incredibly fast, even faster than they rode horses.

Logically, the larger the body, the slower the speed should be.

But that giant object completely overturned their understanding.

They could only desperately urge their horses, trying every means to evade.

Lin Dao drove the Dong heavy truck, easing off the accelerator when turning and stepping on it when going straight.

The snowplow mounted on the front of the vehicle was like giant beast teeth, catching up to the Jurchen cavalry ahead and shoveling down men and horses together.

Under the terrifying force, they were directly crushed into minced meat.

As a result, the jolting sensation was actually reduced by quite a bit.

Seeing a group of Jurchen cavalry running to the corridor beside the street.

Lin Dao immediately turned the steering wheel to pull over.

When the distance was twenty or thirty meters, he turned the steering wheel again to fishtail.

The iron chain tied at the rear of the vehicle, using inertial kinetic energy, flew up and swept toward the corridor beside the street.

More than twenty Jurchen cavalry hiding here watched desperately as the iron ball, long since soaked blood-red, whistled over.

'Puff puff bang! Puff puff bang!'

Jurchen elites wearing double-layered heavy armor had their bodies directly smashed apart by the iron ball.

The swung iron ball traced a semi-arc.

From legs to upper body to head, falling down and sweeping the upper body again to land on the legs.

Nearly twenty Jurchen cavalry, men and horses alike, became cripples.

Those lucky enough to have their heads exploded and bodies shattered entered an eternal sleep on the spot, feeling no pain.

Those whose legs and bones were broken, injured but not dead, cried out miserably.

A few Jurchens who narrowly escaped gritted their teeth, dismounted, took up weapons and bows, and rushed into nearby shops.

A few Jurchen soldiers who were slower stepped forward to end the suffering of their companions crushed by the iron hammer.

Jurchen riding horses in circles desperately shot arrows at the Dong.

The sound of arrows striking the vehicle body was dense like raindrops.

Lin Dao, looking through the car window, saw a group of Jurchen cavalry heading toward the street where the Taixue Students were hiding.

He turned the steering wheel and drove, first knocking down a row of fruit trees on the Imperial Road.

Then he accelerated to chase after them.

"The Jurchens are coming!"

He Lie, a Taixue Student peeking at the street corner, turned and ran: "Run~"

A group of Taixue Students panicked and scattered to run away.

"Quick!"

Gao Deng picked up an ammo belt and hung it around his neck, greeting everyone: "These national treasures cannot be left for the Jurchens!"

Many Taixue Students turned around to help him put on the ammo belt.

By this time Jurchen cavalry had already appeared at the street corner, needing only to draw bows and nock arrows to shoot the Taixue Students.

But they did not do so; instead, they crowded forward in panic.

The thunderous roar growing closer behind them made the Jurchen cavalry have no heart for slaughter, only thinking of escaping with their lives.

"Can't outrun it!"

A Shizhang shouted: "That monster runs faster than horses!"

"Dismount, go into the houses!"

More than ten Jurchen cavalry dismounted, smashed open the storefronts of roadside shops, and swarmed inside.

The Dong heavy truck whistled over, without stopping overturning more than ten horses.

The snowplow bore enormous pressure, driven by the engine, forcibly pushing more than ten neighing and struggling warhorses into the shops.

Walls collapsed and houses fell!

Lin Dao felt tremendous resistance.

He chose to keep stepping on the accelerator.

The engine roared ever louder, and the huge tires even ground out blue smoke on the ground.

Finally it moved forward.

The snowplow at the front of the vehicle actually forcibly pushed out the foundation stones of the shop.

The Dong heavy truck's cab crashed into a shop, then was buried under falling wood and tiles.

The Taixue Students running down the street all stopped to look.

Seeing the half-buried giant object, many showed worried expressions.

In no time at all, the giant object moved again.

It slowly backed up, finally emerging.

The Taixue Students all breathed a sigh of relief, and Gao Deng, sharp-eyed, shouted.

"The giant object's tooth fell off!"

Indeed, the snow plow attached to the Dong heavy truck was gone.

After all, it was just a snow plow added later; after prolonged impact, especially the gravity pressure of lifting stones, it finally couldn't hold and fell off.

Lin Dao in the driver's seat glanced at the shop smashed by the collision.

Seeing no Jurchen soldiers crawling out, he turned the truck around and drove back onto Imperial Street.

At this time, the Jurchen cavalry on Imperial Street had already scattered and retreated.

From the direction of Nanxun Gate, another group of cavalry came running.

Lin Dao paid no attention, driving the Dong Hundred-ton King to ram them.

As they drew near, the Jurchen cavalry suddenly scattered, rushing toward both sides of the Dong heavy truck.

They took out fire sticks, ignited the items in their hands, and threw them at the Dong.

Fire oil hitting the jars, dry grass and sulfur hitting the bundles, and so on.

The Dong heavy truck soon fell into a sea of fire.

"Playing with fire with me?"

Lin Dao in the driver's seat remained calm in the face of danger.

First he turned the steering wheel, using kinetic energy to swing up the iron ball at the rear of the vehicle.

The terrifying iron ball swept across horizontally, directly knocking down dozens of riders on one side.

After the Dong heavy truck, ablaze with roaring fire, made a circle on the wide Imperial Street, Lin Dao then activated the fire extinguishing device.

Fire extinguishers placed all over the vehicle body sprayed out large amounts of dry powder and other extinguishing agents.

After a short while, when the heavy truck emerged from the white mist, there were few traces of burning left on its body.

Dozens of Jurchen cavalry on the other side activated a race against death.

Lin Dao stepped on the accelerator and began chasing them down.

"A fire attack, and it didn't work."

Wanyan Zongwang on the city wall shook his head. "Truly a monster."

"Second Prince?"

Facing the probing gazes of everyone around, Zongwang instructed, "Withdraw the troops."

"Return to camp to discuss thoroughly how to deal with this monster."

End of Chapter