Chapter 214: He's Here!

The diesel engine ran hard, outputting powerful horsepower.

The wide tracks rolled up dirt, grass clippings, and gravel, driving the war chariot forward.

The thirty-millimeter caliber cannon muzzle rotated, constantly spitting flames.

Inside the turret, the automatic loading system carried high-explosive incendiary shells, tracer incendiary shells, and the like.

Put simply, it both bombed and burned.

Within the Jin Camp, rows of tents were set ablaze.

As the wind blew, the flames swept across.

The surging fire engulfed countless tents in flames.

The pungent smell of burning leather made people's stomachs churn and their eyes unable to open.

Lin Dao saw through the observation system a corner of the camp where horses, mules, and other large livestock were enclosed by zha lan.

He immediately rotated the cannon muzzle to point at them.

'Boom boom boom!'

Under three high-explosive incendiary shells, the herd of beasts exploded in an instant.

The frenzied livestock knocked down the railings and ran wildly, overturning carts and supplies, flattening tents, and using their hooves to trample the fleeing Jin people into minced flesh.

People and horses neighed and howled within the camp, running back and forth in chaos.

The cannon muzzle turned again, this time pointing at the grain storage within the camp.

After more than ten tracer incendiary shells passed, the Jin people's grain and grass billowed thick smoke and flames.

Without horses and grain, the Jin people can chew tree bark on their way back.

The cannon muzzle continued to rotate, searching for high-value targets.

After all, the ammunition Lin Dao bought wasn't exactly cheap.

After the previous satisfying venting, he now began to gradually restrain himself.

However, in the next moment, his thoughts suddenly changed.

Not far away, a group of tents was overturned, revealing many figures of women in disarray.

A group of Jin people whose mindset had collapsed, going mad, hacked and killed them one by one.

'Boom boom boom boom boom!'

Lin Dao squeezed the Red Bull Drink Can in his hand.

To hell with saving ammunition!

Several dozen cannon shells were fired in succession, with gunpowder smoke filling the air and fire reaching the sky.

The engine roared, the infantry fighting vehicle charged over, chasing several Jin people who had luckily escaped.

The roaring war chariot overturned the fleeing Jin people, its wide tracks turning in circles on the spot.

Under the crushing of the tracks, flesh and blood sprayed like a fountain.

The infantry fighting vehicle gradually went mad.

The cannon muzzle constantly spat flames, shell after shell whistled out, and the cannon barrel was heated red.

Wan Hu Wanyan Alubu rode a horse in flight.

A cannon shell whistled over and struck his warhorse squarely.

When he woke up on the ground and tried to rise, he was shocked to find nothing below his waist!

'Ah~~~'

The shrill screams echoed within the camp.

The infantry fighting vehicle's tracks swept back and forth, seeking out Jin people who could still move, charging over to overturn them, turning in circles and grinding them into blood mist.

And this was only the beginning.

When the burning flames and thick smoke gradually obscured and affected the observation system, Lin Dao accelerated forward and charged out of this camp.

After briefly stopping to find direction, he immediately rushed to another Jin camp not far away.

Several hundred thousand troops crowded into one camp—this kind of thing only appears in novels and films.

Normally, they are divided into primary and secondary, large and small.

Controlling strategic locations, water sources, transportation roads, and so on, surrounding and connecting them.

Camps large and small, connected camps spanning tens of li, is the true arrangement.

Lin Dao, fired up, drove the infantry fighting vehicle to overturn anti-horse obstacles, cross the moat, push down the camp's zha lan, and charge into the camp to wreak havoc wildly.

As long as it was a building, whether horse shed, animal pen, tent, or cart, it could take an expensive cannon shell.

As long as he saw something that could run, he would surely drive the vehicle to chase madly, charge up and overturn it, then follow up with the bone-breaking set under the tracks.

'Beep beep!'

On the display screen in front, a warning of ammunition count returning to zero sounded.

The infantry fighting vehicle gradually came to a stop.

The engine's roar gradually subsided to idle speed, and the red-hot cannon muzzle also slowly lowered.

Only then did Lin Dao pick up the walkie-talkie beside him that kept flashing.

'We agreed it was a duel!'

Wulinda Zanmo roared angrily, 'Why attack the camp?'

Lin Dao, leaning back in his chair to relax his muscles and bones, took out a piece of vanilla and bit it.

After lighting it, he then responded.

'You've made me laugh.'

'Do you think this is a competition with you?'

"You want to screw me over."

"Funny."

"I want to screw you over too."

Before this, Lin Dao had always restrained himself during daily gold farming.

Kill a few hundred or a thousand people, then finish work.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but that he was waiting for new equipment, avoiding overstimulating the Jin people into madness and rushing into Bianliang City to massacre it.

Now the new equipment has arrived, and logistics support has been smoothed out.

What is there left to wait for!

Exterminate them all!

"Run."

Lin Dao exhaled, "Let's have another round of pursuit and escape."

"Whoever among you can run away, depends on fate."

After speaking, he turned off the walkie-talkie and activated transmigration to the Yonghe Spacetime logistics base.

Wulinda Zanmo shouted a few times without getting a response, then turned to look at Nianhan and the others.

"It seems we were the ones who miscalculated."

Nianhan said thoughtfully, "He actually values those Song people very much, but pretends not to care."

Wanyan Xiyin, standing to the side, said indignantly, "Cheater!"

He could have used Song commoners to threaten him before, but was deceived instead.

Now he wants to threaten, but there's no opportunity left.

Xiyin looked unwillingly at the silent Wanyan Lou Shi, "Woliyanyan, can you fight?"

Lou Shi looked at him as if looking at an idiot.

"Immune to blades and spears, swift as flying."

"Spitting out thunder, flames raging to the sky."

"Which one of these can we deal with?"

Wanyan Xiyi remained silent.

"What Woliyanyan said is right."

Nianhan made the decision: "Can't beat them, can't hold out, then we can only run."

"All department heads retreat, abandon whatever can't be carried."

"Take the opportunity while that iron car is with the East Route Army, split up and retreat back to Hedong."

After speaking, he also laughed, "If we encounter Song cities on the road, massacre them directly, let the soldiers indulge a bit to boost morale."

The best way to boost morale in ancient times was to let soldiers indulge in plundering and massacring cities.

Unleashing the evil in one's heart without any worry.

Wulinda Zanmo opened his mouth, hesitated.

"Say it if you have something to say." Nianhan pulled the reins, "It's come to this, nothing can't be said."

"Marshal."

Wulinda Zanmo spoke softly, "If so, I fear it will enrage that person."

Nianhan laughed again, pointing his horse whip at him, "You're overthinking."

"Now that things have come to this state, what's the use of talking about these?"

"If it weren't truly too late."

His gaze looked toward Bianliang City in the distance, gnashing his teeth slowly, "I must massacre this entire city!"

When Lin Dao appeared again, he had taken some time.

Refueling the Fire-breathing Infantry Fighting Vehicle was a dangerous job.

Lin Dao didn't let the craftsmen do it; he did it himself, wasting quite a bit of time.

Although it wasted time, fortunately the power was great enough.

This time Lin Dao charged directly into Liujiasi outside, Wanyan Zongwang's main camp.

"Liujiasi."

Lin Dao in the cockpit narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The heartbroken place of the Great Song Empress."

"They were divided up here, abused to death."

"Damn Great Jin, just a bunch of bandits and robbers."

Lin Dao had always disdained the barbarian Hu captives of every spacetime.

Purely human beasts who could speak, besides releasing their evil nature, they had nothing.

Their rise to power was nothing more than the corruption of the Central Plains, plus overwhelming military force.

"Overwhelming military force, huh."

Lin Dao drove the infantry fighting vehicle into the camp, "I'm more overwhelming than you!"

'Whoosh~~~'

One long fire dragon after another swept through every part of the camp.

Whether tents and grain grass, or people, horses, and livestock.

Here Lin Dao, whatever he saw, he sprayed a fire dragon at it.

Roaring fierce flames, soon with the help of the wind, swept through the camp.

Apart from a small number of people who fled on horseback, all the people and livestock left in the camp perished in the sea of fire.

Lin Dao did not chase the fleeing Jurchens; driving the infantry fighting vehicle, he went from camp to camp, burning and blasting them all into white ground.

The evening sun slanted westward, red clouds dyeing the sky.

The infantry fighting vehicle finally ceased its roaring and rumbling.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Lin Dao stretched his body, and his joints crackled in response.

Glancing at the camp blazing not far away, Lin Dao felt a slight regret.

"If the Yue Family Army were here."

"With mutual coordination, at most a few thousand routed Jurchen soldiers would escape."

After a brief rest, Lin Dao launched the drone to scout the direction the fleeing Jurchens had taken.

The fleeing Jurchens split into two groups.

One group went west, heading toward Zhongmu and the Zhengzhou direction.

They likely intended to cross the river northward from places like Mengjin.

The other group fled east, heading toward the East Capital West Route.

Having retrieved the drone, Lin Dao did not rush to pursue and kill; instead, he took the infantry fighting vehicle to the Yonghe Spacetime for maintenance and reloading.

Chasing now would at most wipe out some routed soldiers.

Give the Jurchens some time, let them gather on their own initiative.

When the time comes, catch up and fight a big battle!

A night without words.

Dawn broke, and Lin Dao, having slept soundly, returned once more.

Starting the infantry fighting vehicle, he headed straight for Baimai Ford.

Baimai Ford is a full two to three hundred li from Bianliang City; the opposite bank is not far from Daming Prefecture.

The Jurchen East Route Army fleeing in rout along the way mostly concentrated on this side, planning to cross the river and go to Daming Prefecture.

Wanyan Zongwang, who had escaped disaster, rode his horse with a pale face, watching his routed soldiers pass over the floating bridge.

"The losses this time are too great."

Just the various Jurchen tribes alone suffered losses in the tens of thousands.

With such cruel losses, the various tribes that previously submitted will inevitably be restless.

"Second Prince."

Xiemao Alizhai rode forward: "Commander Wanyan Zonghan has already crossed the river and linked up with Salahe at Daming Prefecture."

"Fourth Prince~"

The expressionless Zongwang asked: "How is he?"

"The Fourth Prince took men and fled eastward all the way."

"Ignore him!" Zongwang said coldly. "We'll speak when we return to Yanjing."

After this crushing defeat, the most important thing now is to return to Yanjing as soon as possible to lick their wounds and suppress the restless tribes.

"Is Yelü Ma Wu still secure?"

Ali hurriedly replied: "General Ma Wu's troops are covering the rear, and there is no unusual movement."

Wanyan Zongwang exhaled a breath.

"My younger brother is insensible, yet the surrendered generals exert themselves wholeheartedly."

"Hey~~~"

He looked back toward the Southern Land, the Song people's territory.

This retreat — who knows when they will come again next time.

If that Lin Dao does not die, the Great Jin will absolutely have no chance to march south again.

Thinking of this, he tilted his head to look at the sky.

"The Great Jin is precisely at its rising momentum; why does heaven send a god-person to stop the Great Jin's supremacy?"

He cannot understand, truly cannot understand.

"Hm?"

Wanyan Zongwang's brows furrowed slightly.

At the edge of the sky there seemed to be a weird little black dot, flying over from far away.

The next moment, the black dot whistled down, falling heavily near the floating bridge.

Amid the rumbling explosion, a water column soared skyward, enveloping several Jurchens on the floating bridge and dropping them into the surging great river.

After a brief struggle, a wave came over, and in an instant they vanished without a trace.

On both banks and on the bridge, the Jurchens were all as if they had taken a heavy blow to the heart.

Wanyan Zongwang's pupils contracted sharply, his hands clutching the horse whip in his hand deathly tight.

"He's come!"

(End of Chapter)