Chapter 215: Blood-Red White Horse Ferry

"Again!"

Lin Dao picked up a mortar shell and loaded it once more.

*Boom! *

The shell left the barrel, tracing a parabolic trajectory through the air, and fell more than ten zhang away from one side of the floating bridge.

Scattering river water splashed over, carrying a cold chill.

The Jurchens on the floating bridge rushed forward in a flustered scramble.

In the panic they shoved each other, and from time to time someone was pushed into the river.

*Gurgle~~~*

The Jurchen who fell in opened his mouth to shout, but only swallowed a bellyful of water, thrashing as he sank.

*Boom! *

*Boom! *

*Boom! *

Shells were fired one after another, flying toward the floating bridge several kilometers away.

Impact points landed on both sides of the floating bridge; scattering river water washed the bridge, yet none scored a direct hit.

"Can't play cards today."

Lin Dao couldn't help but frown. "Luck's too rotten."

A small-caliber mortar, shelling a floating bridge barely two or three zhang wide from nearly four kilometers away — the difficulty itself was enormous.

There was also a fair measure of bad luck involved.

The commotion here was finally noticed by Yelü Ma Wu's Guards bringing up the rear.

Before long, cavalry swarmed over.

"Forget it."

Lin Dao stood up. "Today isn't suitable for shelling."

When an infantry fighting vehicle equipped with a 30mm autocannon appeared in the eyes of the Jurchen cavalry, the surging Jurchen riders all revealed looks of terror and reined in their horses, advancing no further.

"Charge!"

Yelü Ma Wu shouted, "Pick up speed, circle around and tie him down!"

No one thought they could win; they only sought to stall this iron car, giving the nobles on the bank a chance to cross the river.

The cavalry steeled themselves, spurred their horses to charge, and circled, hurling heavy arrows.

Heavy arrows that once could pierce armor were now laughable as toys.

They landed on the IFV with a clanging sound.

Tracks rolled, throwing up large clods of mud that flew into the air.

Lin Dao ignored the Jurchens entirely, driving straight for the bridgehead.

The remote turret turned slowly, shelling shot by shot, slow and deliberate.

Thirty millimeters caliber — small caliber, small power — but that depends on what you compare it to.

Compared to those big guys like 105s and 155s, naturally there's no comparison.

But used in a cold weapon era, it's a dimensionality reduction strike fallen from the sky.

One shell, and anyone lucky enough to be hit directly — that's person and horse shattered.

Truly person and horse shattered in the literal physical sense.

Even if it didn't hit, landing nearby.

The shockwave and flying shrapnel from the explosion could still take lives.

Such a one-sided, unable-to-resist battle — for martial artists of the cold weapon era, the psychological pressure was too great.

Quite a few Jurchen cavalry, as they ran, just ran farther and farther away.

From a long distance off, they ran back and forth making token gestures, and some simply fled without looking back.

Seeing the iron car drawing ever closer to the bridgehead, Yelü Ma Wu, in his urgency, was about to lead his personal guards up to block it.

A confidant tried to stop and persuade him: "We're just surrendered soldiers; why bother selling our lives so hard for the Wanyans."

Yelü Ma Wu shook his head. "Since we surrendered, we must do things wholeheartedly."

"We've lost face once already; we absolutely cannot lose face a second time!"

He personally led the several hundred most elite riders of his myriarch in a forward charge.

"Use ropes!"

Yelü Ma Wu shouted, "Use ropes to lasso it, all horses pull together~"

One rope after another flew over, looping around the IFV front, back, left, and right.

The cavalry strained, driving their horses to drag, matching horsepower against the IFV.

"Hm?"

Lin Dao, focused on driving toward the floating bridge, finally shifted his attention.

"Seeking death?"

He floored the accelerator, the engine roaring ever louder.

The autocannon also abandoned its previous intermittent single shots, switching to continuous firing bombardment.

Dense explosions erupted, centered on the IFV.

Large batches of Jurchen cavalry were blasted to the ground.

Among them were many Khitans who had surrendered to the Jurchens along with Yelü Ma Wu — his Nine Clans.

Red-eyed, Yelü Ma Wu spurred his horse and charged to the front of the IFV.

He dismounted and pushed his warhorse toward the war chariot.

Without any surprise, the warhorse was knocked down, and the tracks rolled over it.

Lin Dao inside the driver's cabin felt a clear jolt and shaking.

The war chariot slowed slightly and deviated a little in direction.

Yelü Ma Wu shouted fiercely, "Put on the eye masks, ride the horses and crash into it, block him!"

The Jurchen cavalry spurred their horses forward, relying on their skilled horsemanship to slow down and dismount in advance.

The group of warhorses wearing eye masks, forming a roadblock after impact, indeed blocked the road of the war chariot.

The tracks rolled over too much flesh and blood, even vaguely beginning to slip.

"Talented."

Lin Dao said proudly, "Actually able to think of such a method."

"Just a bit underestimated modern industrial products."

The cannon muzzle pointed forward, began dense shooting.

The accelerator was increased, the engine roared to increase power output, the specially replaced wide tracks rolled up blood flesh mud, driving the war chariot to cross the corpse mountain and blood sea.

Watching with wide eyes as the war chariot crossed the obstacle, advancing fearlessly.

Yelü Ma Wu, with several shrapnel pieces stuck in his body, had soft legs and knelt on the ground.

"I did my best~"

At this time, the numerous Jurchen gathered at the Baimai Ford riverbank, seeing the ironclad car that chased souls and took lives approaching again, all fell into madness as if a pot had exploded.

The Jurchen near the floating bridge surged forward madly, desperately scrambling onto the floating bridge, trying to reach the opposite bank before the ironclad car.

To get on the bridge as quickly as possible, some even waved weapons, hacking at the people in front.

The outbreak of mutual slaughter further pushed the intensification of chaos.

Ali, already on the bridge, flew into a rage, leading his guards back, slaying the rioting soldiers to restore military discipline.

In such a chaotic situation, there could only be one result: that no one could leave.

The Jurchen who had traveled over two hundred li in one night, in psychological collapse, had long since had red eyes.

At this time, let alone what a Meng'an Moke, even Ali, this Ten Thousand Household, blocking their escape route would have to die!

On the narrow floating bridge, the Jurchen slaughtered each other extremely brutally.

Ali's guards were soon all slain.

Ali, relying on fine armor to barely hold on, was swept by a wolf-tooth club and directly smashed into the river water.

He was from the Fishing and Hunting Tribe and knew how to swim.

But no matter how good his swimming was, wearing heavy armor on his body, his ribs were also smashed, and after falling into the river he could not float up.

'Gurgle~~~'

Another Jurchen commander who should have enjoyed a lifetime and died a natural death ended his life's journey early.

Looking at the chaotic floating bridge, Wanyan Zongwang's eyes were full of despair.

Military heart and morale, this time completely collapsed.

These Jurchen before his eyes were simply exactly the same as the Song Army he once extremely despised, which would collapse at a touch.

"What difference does crossing the river make?"

Wanyan Zongwang smiled bitterly, "Lost military heart and morale, nothing but scattered soldiers and rogues."

"The Territory of Hebei, righteous armies rising everywhere, will swallow you all."

"Second Prince!" his guards rushed up, pulling the horse reins and running, "Hurry!"

The ironclad car has arrived.

Knocking down and trampling the chaotic Jurchen, approaching within tens of meters of the floating bridge riverbank.

The cannon muzzle slightly lowered.

'Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang~~~'

Machine Cannon.

As the name suggests, a cannon that can fire like a machine gun.

Lin Dao's side opened full firepower, dense shells poured down, starting from the stones fixing the floating bridge, blasting all the way forward along the floating bridge.

Shells fell into the Jurchen crowd, crowded and slaughtering each other.

No longer flesh flying, directly blasted into a blood dance~

Under the river wind blowing, the flying blood dance even obscured the war chariot's observation equipment.

When Lin Dao finally ceased fire.

Looking through the red observation aiming equipment, this floating bridge had already been shattered for tens of zhang.

The broken wooden planks were full of blood dance fragments, floating up and down along the river water.

At the original position of the Baimai Ford Floating Bridge, a long blood ribbon appeared.

The river water constantly rinsed and washed away, the blood ribbon gradually diluted, finally returning to the river water's original color.

"Invaders will ultimately be destroyed."

"Mother River, swallow the sinners."

Lin Dao rarely acted like a literary youth.

Slightly sighing, turned the cannon muzzle to continue searching for targets.

Around there were still tens of thousands of collapsing Jurchen defeated soldiers.

Lin Dao skipped those running away on two legs, specifically aiming at those riding horses, especially those riding horses in groups for bombardment.

"At this time still able to have horses to ride, and have guards by their side, must be Jurchen Nobles."

"Targeting Nobles!"

Strings of cannon shells kept flying into the fleeing Jurchen cavalry.

Under firelight and gunpowder smoke, men and horses fell in chaos.

Until all several hundred rounds of ammunition were used up.

Lin Dao had just activated Transmigration to Yonghe Spacetime here.

When he returned, he did not drive the War Chariot again, but put on his Yin-Yang Alloy Armor and held an MG Machine Gun in both hands.

The long Ammo Belt wrapped around his body, giving him the feel of a lone hero.

"Zizi zi~"

He walked along the chaotic He An Bian.

Lin Dao pulled the Trigger from time to time, spraying out a burst of bullets.

The Physical Quality boost from Transmigration was enough for him to steady the Machine Gun's recoil with just his hands.

He held it steady and shot accurately.

He ignored the scattered defeated soldiers; their final Jie Guo was to be swallowed by the angry common people on this Land.

In groups of three or five, it depended on fate.

If there was fate, he sprayed a burst over.

If someone rode a Horse, they won the prize; he held the Trigger and sprayed over a hundred rounds.

Seeking Fated Persons along the way, asking defeated Jurchen soldiers along the way.

"Where is your Noble?"

Most defeated Jurchen soldiers responded in silence.

Lin Dao repaid them with bullet heads.

Some had their Mindset Collapse and actively signaled where someone was.

Lin Dao, who had changed Ammo Belts and Gun Barrels several times along the way, had heard of named Meng'an Moke and even ten-thousand-household commanders numbering dozens to over a hundred.

"The Second Prince is over there."

A wounded Jurchen soldier, not far away, a pile of Horse and man Corpses: "Spare me~"

Lin Dao first glanced at the men and horses over there, then surveyed the wounded soldier's injuries.

Cannon shell Shrapnel pierced his Abdomen, and the blood beneath him had already pooled into a Blood Pool.

"His Liver and Kidney are both ruined, his blood is almost drained."

Lin Dao shook his head, drew his pistol, "Sending you on your way as payment."

"Gunshot!"

He walked to where the wounded soldier pointed; over a hundred Horse and man Corpses were piled here.

Nearby were seven or eight Shell Craters, still emitting Gunpowder Smoke.

Lin Dao thought it should be when he previously drove the War Chariot, saw cavalry gathering here, and sprayed over a burst of cannon shells.

Most of the men and horses had no breath left.

A few were about to breathe their last.

Finally, among the cluster of Jurchen Corpses, he saw a burly man wearing Iron Armor, his Golden Helmet cast aside, both Legs blown off.

Stepping forward two steps, Lin Dao tilted his head.

"Wanyan Zongwang?"

Wanyan Zongwang, his head resting on a Horse Belly, breathed with difficulty.

"It is me~~~"

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