Chapter 213: Poor then tactical insertion, rich then bomb them for me

"Hun Chu."

Ba Su Li in the moat said in a deep voice, "You go!"

Meng'an Hun Chu's body trembled slightly, gritting his teeth with an unhidden look of unwillingness.

Ba Su Li's sharp gaze swept over, and his hand also gripped the hilt of his knife.

Hun Chu took a deep breath, stood up, and jumped out of the moat.

"I'll go!"

Wave after wave of Jin people kept surging out.

Desperately trying to lure Lin Dao's war chariots into driving into Yujin Garden.

Facing such an obvious ploy to lure the enemy, Lin Dao simply smiled.

He moved within a small area, circling back and forth while continuously sweeping fire.

A rain of bullets whistled through the air, knocking down the Jin people in swathes.

Seeing that Lin Dao wasn't taking the bait, Ba Su Li ordered everyone to hide.

"Can't find anyone, let's see if you dare come in!"

Lin Dao stopped his war chariot's idle speed, opened a can of Red Bull to replenish his stamina.

After the barrel of the remote-controlled machine gun cooled down, it swept fire again toward the flowers and grass, rockeries and lakes inside Yujin Garden.

Flowers and grass were crushed, trees flew about, stone chips splashed, and water rippled.

Cries of misery and wails came from time to time.

The Jin people hidden among flowers, grass, and trees, inside rockeries and strange stones, and lurking underwater suffered casualties without cease.

This situation where they could only take hits but were powerless to fight back filled many Jin people with fear.

But some were filled with rage, and in their anger, they recklessly charged out.

The Jin people who charged out were, unsurprisingly, all shot into sieves.

After that, no more Jin people charged out.

Those still alive were all hiding in various places, enduring bitterly.

The war chariot's machine gun ammunition ran out, and the roaring gunshots finally stopped.

Ba Su Li's spirit was suddenly refreshed.

"Is he coming?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the war chariot suddenly disappeared.

Having come to the Yonghe Spacetime, Lin Dao got off the war chariot.

A group of craftsmen all saluted him.

"Langzhu~~~"

"Change the gun barrel." Lin Dao jumped off the war chariot and instructed, "Load the ammunition."

The craftsmen all responded.

Lin Dao jumped onto another war chariot beside him, which had been fitted with a machine cannon.

He entered the cockpit, started it, and vanished in an instant.

The craftsmen, according to their previous training, carried the ammunition boxes and spare gun barrels forward.

Seeing the squeezed sticky mass of flesh and blood and mud fused together on the war chariot's tracks, they also discussed it in whispers.

"Who did Langzhu go fight again?"

"Looking at this, it's truly miserable."

"The paint here is chipped off; it looks like it was smashed by a hammer."

"What do you know, this was clearly smashed by a wolf-tooth club!"

The master craftsman scolded, "All shut up! Work properly!"

Jingkang Spacetime.

The war chariot appeared again at the entrance of Yujin Garden.

The Song people on the city tower and the Jin people observing the battle on the distant hill both vaguely felt that it seemed different from before.

Tens of meters away, a Jin soldier hiding under a tree strained to widen his eyes and look.

"It's become a new one?"

"That tube that spits iron lumps seems thicker?"

In their doubt, the thirty-millimeter caliber machine cannon slowly turned, pointing at him here.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang~~~"

The machine cannon's shells came flying over, turning the nearby area into a cage.

The trees were blasted into pieces, the ground's mud splashed, and gunpowder smoke rose everywhere.

The Jin people hiding here didn't even get to cry out before being blasted into fragments.

The gun turret slowly turned, continuously spraying shells.

Wherever the cannon muzzle pointed, that place became a mess.

"They set traps waiting for me to go in."

"Why should I follow your script?"

"Since you like hiding so much, I'll blow up this Yujin Garden along with you all!"

The Jin commanders observing the battle in the distance all turned pale.

This kind of strike they had never even dreamed of completely overturned their understanding.

Hot weapons from the technological age could be said to have opened their eyes.

"How do we fight this?" Wanyan Zongbi's eyes were full of despair. "Horsemanship, archery, combat skills, courage—all of it has become a joke!"

No one went to blame him for disturbing military morale.

Everyone was equally shocked and fearful.

The rolling thunder vomited by that great iron vehicle shattered the Jurchens' grand ambitions, and shattered their courage.

This was not an existence human strength could contend with!

Meng'an Hun Chu hid behind a fake mountain, trembling.

Back then, facing tens of thousands of Liao troops, he could follow General Lou Shi into battle without changing color.

But now, he could not even control his own trembling hands.

Thunder-like explosions rang in his ears.

Shells fell from time to time around him, blasting the world upside down.

Once a courageous warrior, now only trembling remained.

Curled behind the fake mountain, humble and insignificant.

A thirty-millimeter caliber shell flew over, striking the fake mountain built from strange stones transported by the Flower and Stone Fleet.

The fake mountain collapsed, burying Hun Chu.

Having used up the shells, Lin Dao once again brought an infantry fighting vehicle to Yonghe Spacetime.

This time he swapped in an infantry fighting vehicle equipped with a grenade launcher.

Back in Yujin Garden, the grenade launcher fired a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

Flying grenades kept falling, blasting Yujin Garden into the surface of the moon.

Poor, use tactical maneuvers; rich, blast them for old man!

A group of savages who didn't even have huoshiqiang wanted to use traps against an infantry fighting vehicle.

That was really overthinking it.

Lin Dao didn't go searching specifically; he just fired grenades by area for coverage.

In a moat near the lakeshore, dozens of Jurchens clutching clay pots in their arms sat with heads down on the ground, bearing with difficulty.

Their clay pots were filled with fire oil.

Originally they planned to wait for the giant object to fall into the pit, then rush up and set it on fire.

But the iron car in the distance simply wouldn't come over.

Throwing thunder from afar, all their plans came to nothing.

A grenade fell from the sky, landing in this moat.

The high temperature and flames of the explosion shattered and ignited the fire oil, and the whole moat instantly burst into fire dragons.

The Jurchens who luckily survived crawled out, covered in fire and screaming.

Baring teeth and claws, they ran everywhere until they collapsed on the ground and stopped moving.

Having used up the grenades, Lin Dao went to Yonghe Spacetime to swap for a remote-controlled machine gun infantry fighting vehicle with its gun barrel changed and ammunition loaded.

He came back and swept clean the bullets, then went to swap for a machine cannon infantry fighting vehicle.

Back and forth like this, just the Red Bull he drank to replenish his energy was several cans.

Yujin Garden, ravaged by modern weapons, was by now unrecognizable.

The entire area had become scorched earth.

Firelight rose everywhere, gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The Jurchens hiding here also completely stopped moving.

"Chiu~~~"

A sharp sound of breaking the air descended from the sky.

A grenade landed not far from Ba Su Li's side.

Mechanically turning his head, Ba Su Li blankly watched a grenade stuck in the dirt a zhang away, still emitting white smoke.

He stared blankly, the whole person like a stone carving or clay fetus, motionless.

After a long time, Lin Dao finally stopped the fire coverage.

When he appeared again, he was driving an infantry fighting vehicle equipped with a flamethrower.

Leaning out, Lin Dao launched a drone, hovering above Yujin Garden.

The surveillance camera carefully searched for movement on the ground.

"Still this many?"

Lin Dao exclaimed in surprise, "Genus rat?"

Under such fire coverage, the deep pits and big holes prepared to trap him were all smashed open.

Yet there were still many Jurchens surviving in various moats.

Confirming the location, Lin Dao shrank back into the cockpit and started the infantry fighting vehicle forward.

Approaching a moat hiding Jurchens, he spouted a long fire dragon, instantly sweeping the whole moat.

The Jurchens who had dodged the previous bombing and sweeping fire turned into fire men, dancing with hands and feet, singing and dancing passionate songs.

The infantry fighting vehicle continued forward, detouring around the blasted deep pit, approaching another moat not far away.

The fire dragon surged out, sweeping the moat.

Another round of passionate singing and dancing with over a hundred participants.

In this moat there were also many shovels and other tools.

The dancing Jurchens' original mission was to wait until the giant object fell into the deep pit, then rush up and fill it with dirt.

Unfortunately, Lin Dao was no longer a rookie on his first battlefield.

Such a crude scheme cannot trap him.

The infantry fighting vehicles kept advancing and circling, spraying out streams of fire dragons that swept through the moats.

Under normal circumstances, each moat held roughly dozens to two or three hundred people.

One pass of a fire dragon, and the world had many fewer bloodthirsty Jurchens.

For the few moats with fewer people, Lin Dao simply skipped them outright.

When the fire dragons swept in, Ba Su Li was still staring blankly at that dud shell.

Until he was swallowed by the great fire, he never made the slightest movement.

Among the surviving Jurchens who had been left dizzy and stunned by the earlier sweeping fire and bombardment, they finally gradually came to their senses.

When they saw many comrades turn into burning men, waving their limbs and screaming in agony, they all crawled out from various places, fleeing like madmen.

Warriors who once dared face hundreds of thousands of Liao State troops head-on.

Their fleeing posture now was no different from that of the routed Song Army.

Lin Dao did not rush to pursue.

He stopped the vehicle and retrieved the drone.

He sent the flamethrower war chariot to Yonghe Spacetime and switched back to a machine cannon war chariot.

"Run faster."

The infantry fighting vehicle began to accelerate, and Lin Dao's shout came from the external speaker: "I'm about to catch up~"

No matter how fast two legs run, they cannot outrun the tracks of an infantry fighting vehicle.

Lin Dao couldn't even be bothered to open fire; he caught up, knocked them down, and directly crushed them under the tracks.

Through the observation equipment, he saw the Jurchens watching the battle from afar scatter in all directions.

He no longer paid attention to the few routed soldiers, and instead accelerated to chase the next target.

The Jurchen commanders scattered and fled; Lin Dao randomly picked one and gave chase.

Wan Yan Yin Shu Ke, fleeing for his life, turned his head to watch the iron car pursuing behind him, his heart filled with bitter regret.

"Why did it have to pick me?"

There was no choice; he could only wildly whip his war horse to accelerate, hoping to escape with his life.

When he turned his head again, he was shocked to see that the iron car had stopped.

Amid his doubt, he saw the iron car spurt fire light.

*Boom boom boom~~~*

Stopping the vehicle was to enhance shooting accuracy.

Five shells flew in succession, enveloping Wan Yan Yin Shu Ke and his personal guards in fire light and gunsmoke.

When the wind dispersed the smoke, both men and horses lay on the ground.

Confirming no one stood up, Lin Dao steered the infantry fighting vehicle around and went after the next fleeing target.

Unable to confirm identities, it could only come down to their luck.

Random selection — whoever got caught was simply their own bad luck.

This time's unlucky one was Ulin Tai.

He was the younger brother of that Shishi who had discussed a one-versus-ten-thousand duel with Lin Dao.

Without the slightest surprise, Ulin Tai also wildly whipped his horse and fled.

But no matter how fast he ran, he could not outrun cannon shells.

A few shells from Lin Dao later, both man and horse fell together into a pool of blood.

When selecting a target to pursue again, the target had already fled into a nearby Jurchen camp.

"There is no safe zone here."

Lin Dao accelerated, the infantry fighting vehicle roaring as it smashed through the camp gates and charged into the camp!

(End of Chapter)