Chapter 225: Lin Dao Wields Spear to Save the Prince of Tang (Silver Alliance Leader Nuan Yang 1314 Bonus Chapter)

Year 3 of Wude, July 19.

Luo Prefecture, Xin'an County, Ci Canal.

Lin Dao, clad head to toe in Yin-Yang Alloy Armor with a Travel Bag slung across his shoulder and an ammo belt wrapped around his gun strap, held a Machine Gun in both hands as he stared around.

The dirt road beneath his feet was uneven, crisscrossed with human footprints, vehicle tire tracks, and wild beast hoofprints.

On both sides of the Road stood sparse trees and dense thickets of wild grass.

Amidst the waist-high wild grass, movement stirred from time to time, with nimble little beasts darting back and forth.

Turning his head to the right, over a hundred meters away, a great river with surging waves flowed past.

Lin Dao looked up at the sky.

The sunlight was dazzling, and waves of heat rolled in.

He looked down at his iron armor, which felt like a stuffy canned food tin, gleaming brightly under the sun.

"Yin-Yang Alloy conducts heat too."

After surveying the surrounding environment, especially the Road.

Lin Dao planned to set out and return, driving the Off-road Vehicle over to blast the Air Conditioner.

Horse hooves exploded!

At the bend in the Road ahead, over a hundred riders surged out in dense ranks.

The knight leading the charge wore a dark robe, a headband with ear flaps, and a helmet with cheek guards hanging below.

Before him were two chest armor plates split left and right, each inlaid with a round guard.

The round guards were polished extremely smooth, like mirrors.

Under the sunlight, they reflected dazzling light.

Seeing this, Lin Dao already recognized it: this was the famous Mingguang Armor.

"Why is this man's armor all painted black?"

The cavalry chasing behind spurred their horses, shouting and cursing, while some of the riders ahead occasionally nocked arrows to shoot at the pursuing knights.

The fleeing young knight, looking up, saw the armored man standing by the roadside ahead, and his heart tightened.

"Could it be that today this place is to be my burial ground?"

Among the pursuing cavalry, someone shouted loudly, "Li Erlang! Today is your day of death!"

A name suddenly flashed through Lin Dao's mind.

He pulled the bolt and switched off the safety.

Holding the MG Machine Gun with both hands, steady as a rock.

"Zizi zi~~~"

A dense rain of bullets sprayed from the muzzle, sweeping past Li Er's side and plunging into the cavalry ranks.

In an instant, men and horses were thrown into chaos.

The sudden change left everyone greatly shocked.

Especially the warhorses—the thunderous gunshots stimulated them, and they quickly grew panicked and violent.

The young man called Li Erlang slowed his warhorse, which reared and neighed.

Li Erlang struggled to control the horse, but was ultimately thrown off.

He fell in a sorry state, and one leg was also injured.

Struggling to his feet, he looked up and saw the strangely dressed white-robed armored man walking toward him.

The pursuers were also in utter chaos, reining in their horses, shouting, unable to catch up.

Propping himself up, Li Erlang gripped his Horse Lance with both hands.

His eyes stared fixedly at the Machine Gun in Lin Dao's hand, its muzzle still emitting white smoke.

Seven paces apart, Lin Dao planted his feet and carefully surveyed the man before him.

Clad head to toe in black Mingguang Armor, his face grimy, his most striking feature was a large bristly beard.

Tilting his head slightly, Lin Dao pointed the muzzle at the young man and asked, "What year is this?"

Li Erlang gripped his Horse Lance tightly.

Having trained his martial arts for many years, at a distance of merely seven paces, he needed only a single breath to pierce the face of the man opposite.

But for some reason, once this thought arose, he grew panicked in his heart, as if the moment he acted, he would die!

This battlefield-honed instinct made him dare not act.

Facing the question, he remained silent for a moment before replying.

"Year 3 of Wude, July 19."

Lin Dao nodded and asked again, "Where is this place?"

"Luo Prefecture, Ci Canal."

The final question: "Who are you?"

Li Erlang fell silent.

At this moment, among the cavalry struggling to control their warhorses, a general rode out and responded loudly.

"He is the False Tang Second Prince, Prince of Qin, Grand Commandant, Imperial Secretary, Governor of Yongzhou, Imperial Secretary of the Xingtai of Shandong Road and Yizhou Road, Left Wuwei General, Governor of Liangzhou, Li Shimin!"

Li Erlang keenly noticed that the strange weapon in the iron-armored man's hand opposite had lowered slightly.

"Li Shimin."

"So it's you, Li Erfeng!"

Lin Dao confirmed the time, place, and person.

He was just curious how this time-space Door had opened to Year 3 of Wude.

A few years earlier, it would have been the chaotic era at the end of the Sui.

Now, it would be when Li Shimin attacked Luoyang's Wang Shichong.

He took only a few men deep behind enemy lines for reconnaissance, but ran into Dan Xiongxin and nearly got killed.

"The background of the story of the Eighteen Stick Monks saving the Tang King."

"Where are the stick monks?"

Lin Dao tilted his head, looking toward the one who named Li Shimin, "Who are you?"

The man responded in a clear voice, "I am Great Zheng's Great General Dan Xiongxin!"

"This young lord."

Dan Xiongxin shouted, "My Great Zheng Emperor honors the worthy and treats scholars with courtesy, employing heroes from all under heaven!"

"Young lord, if you can capture the False Tang Prince, His Majesty the Emperor will surely reward you greatly, ennoble you as a marquis and appoint you as prime minister, with gold, silver, and women all yours for the taking!"

Lin Dao, behind his face armor, grinned.

"No."

Li Erfeng, who was about to persuade him, had the words on his lips but swallowed them back.

Dan Xiongxin, puzzled and confused, asked, "May I ask, young lord, why is this?"

"A son of the Han family—how can he serve the Hu people as an ox or horse?"

Wang Shichong, who plotted to seize the throne and establish Great Zheng, is a Hu person.

Dan Xiongxin frowned, "His Li family are also Hu people."

Lin Dao looked toward Li Erfeng, "Is your family Hu people?"

Li Erfeng smiled, "The Longxi Li Clan are descendants of Zhaojun Han people, with Han bloodline!"

Lin Dao tilted his head to signal, "Step aside."

Li Erfeng, leaning on his horse lance, stepped aside to make room.

The next moment.

'Zizi zi~~~'

The chainsaw roared to life, hot casings falling continuously, clanging as they hit the ground.

Dan Xiongxin, famed throughout the armies and known as the Flying General, along with the dozens of cavalry he brought, were all struck down by the bullet rain.

Li Erfeng, watching this scene from the side, was also terrified.

What on earth is this, that it could be so terrible?

If it were the Xuanjia Army being shot instead~~~

I simply dare not think further.

Lin Dao stopped only after expending the ammo belt, and Dan Xiongxin's men, both men and horses, all lay in the pool of blood.

This man, called a general who could fight ten thousand enemies, didn't even get a chance to use his horse lance.

He set down the smoking gun barrel of the machine gun to cool.

Lin Dao, one hand gripping the pistol at his waist, looked at the dazed Li Erfeng, "Aren't you leaving?"

Li Erfeng glanced at his own warhorse with a broken leg.

Then he looked toward Dan Xiongxin's side—not a single horse could stand.

He shook his head, "The reinforcements, seeing I've been gone too long, will come from time to time."

Seeing Lin Dao staring at the horse lance in his hand, he simply set the horse lance on the ground and saluted with clasped fists.

"Li Shimin, thank you, young lord, for your kindness."

"May I ask, young lord, what is your honored surname and name?"

"My humble surname is Lin, given name Dao, courtesy name Zihou."

Lin Dao walked to an elm tree by the road, opened his travel bag, took out a blanket, spread it on the ground, and sat down.

He took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring, unscrewed the cap, lowered his face armor, and gulped it down.

Li Erfeng raised his head to look at the sky.

At noon, the sky was cloudless for ten thousand li, and the sun generously poured its passion onto the earth.

Rolling heat waves swept over; clad in iron armor, his throat parched as if breathing fire, it was truly stifling and unbearable.

Lin Dao, in the shade of the tree, called out, "It's so hot, come over and rest a while."

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Erfeng limped over.

He threw a bottle of Nongfu Spring over; Li Erfeng caught it, imitated Lin Dao's earlier motion, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one breath.

He had been surrounded, fought his way out all the way, and fled, already parched with thirst, his throat burning.

Only after drinking to quench his thirst did he carefully examine the plastic bottle in his hand.

"Neither gold nor jade, what is this?"

"High polymer." Lin Dao took out a camping stove from his travel bag, "Plastic."

"Cooked material? What is this?"

Li Erfeng, standing under the tree, carefully examined the bottle with its packaging torn off, and the more he looked, the more amazed he was.

"I have never seen such an object."

As the son of a Grand Duke, he could be considered well-informed.

But this thing, soft to the touch yet transparent, he had absolutely never seen before.

'Pa da!'

With a crisp sound, Lin Dao lit the camping stove and set a frying pan on it.

He poured in oil, tore open the packaging bag, tossed the meat cutlets into the pan to fry, and sprinkled some salt and pepper powder.

The sizzling meat cutlet, its savory aroma filling the air, drew Li Erfeng, who had been fighting and fleeing all the way, and his stomach growled.

Once the cutlet was cooked, Lin Dao took out a fork and handed it over.

Li Erfeng did not stand on ceremony, immediately kneeling on the ground.

His injured leg hurt a little, but he endured it without a word.

Taking the fork, after Lin Dao speared a piece of cutlet, he reached out and speared a piece himself, stuffing it into his mouth.

"Delicious."

Li Erfeng praised it repeatedly.

When starving, everything tastes delicious, let alone fried meat.

Lin Dao handed over another bottle of water.

Li Erfeng was not polite either, unscrewing the cap and eating and drinking at the same time.

Neither spoke, both focused on eating and drinking.

Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Lin Dao put away the frying pan and the portable stove.

He leaned against the elm tree trunk, holding a toothpick to pick his teeth, his gaze fixed on Li Erfeng as he opened his mouth to ask.

"How do you view the Hu People?"

Li Erfeng's heart tightened.

He could feel that his answer was very important, even determining the strange man's attitude toward him.

Recalling the earlier conversation between Lin Dao and Dan Xiongxin.

He then replied in a deep voice, "The Hu People are unjust and cruel by nature."

"They have plagued the Central Plains for hundreds of years, their sins are deep."

"They must be eliminated!"

Lin Dao smiled.

"I hope you can do as you say."

"That is natural." Li Erfeng nodded, "Your Highness keeps his word."

Lin Dao took out a piece of vanilla, lit it, and exhaled clouds and mist.

Seeing this, Li Erfeng stared wide-eyed, "What is this?"

"It's bad for the body." Lin Dao smiled and shook his head, "You'd best not try it."

Li Erfeng, not yet twenty years old, immediately objected, "Your Highness doesn't believe it."

Lin Dao didn't waste words, tossing him one.

"Click."

The flame of the disposable lighter was handed over, and Li Erfeng, imitating Lin Dao's manner, lit it and inhaled~~~

"Cough cough cough cough cough~~~"

This choked him, choking Li Erfeng's face red.

He shook his head and threw away the vanilla in his hand.

Immediately, his gaze fixed on the disposable lighter in Lin Dao's hand.

"Taken a liking to it?"

Lin Dao smiled, raised his hand and tossed it over, "I give it to you."

"I dare not."

Li Erfeng, grabbing the disposable lighter, said with his mouth, "Brother, your treasure, how could Your Highness feel right keeping it for himself."

"Click!"

His hand already skillfully imitating Lin Dao's movements, he produced a flame.

"Have you ever thought."

Lin Dao asked again, "The Great Tang was basically conquered by you."

"If the inheritor of the Great Tang were not you, what then?"

The lighter in Li Erfeng's hand went out instantly.

End of Chapter