Chapter 88: Clang Clang Dang Dang

"Stepping on the accelerator and shifting gears, I'll crash through however I want."

Turning the steering wheel, Lin Dao drove the Hundred-Ton King, swerving left and right, jolting continuously.

This era has no traffic rules, so naturally no one gives him a ticket.

It's just that the road conditions are bad; the continuous jolting sensation is somewhat heavy.

The sound of 'Clang clang dang dang~' rang incessantly in the ears; the foot soldiers of the various Barbarian tribes used everything usable to attack the Hundred-Ton King.

Including but not limited to weapons, bows and crossbows, shields, even stones and helmets.

There were even those who wanted to splash filth to break the demonic arts and demonic things.

"Bravery they have, but attack power is no good."

Lin Dao released the accelerator to slow down, turned the steering wheel to turn.

The ground cage hanging from the Hundred-Ton King's rear rolled and flung out, smashing and overturning countless along the way.

The unlucky bastards covered in filth, under the ground cage's impact, were pressed tightly together with the filth.

Resuming straight driving and stepping on the accelerator again, 'Crack' 'Squelch' sounds rang incessantly from under the vehicle body.

Lin Dao drove the Hundred-Ton King, specifically charging toward where the Barbarian soldiers gathered.

The vehicle speed was much faster than foot soldiers; the body was sturdy to the point of despair; one charge over, anyone touched, brushed, or grazed was either dead or injured.

If rolled under those giant wheels comparable to building height, one truly became one with the earth.

Those wearing iron armor, those wearing cowhide armor, those wearing rhinoceros hide armor, no matter what armor they wore, the result was the same.

Even if wearing armor made of Tyrannosaurus rex hide, it would be useless.

The Hundred-Ton King rampaging unchecked destroyed the military heart and morale of the soldiers of the various Barbarian tribes.

Deserters began to appear, then more and more.

Even tribal chiefs and nobles began to run away; it had already begun to collapse.

Such a giant object comparable to a hill is simply not something human power can contend with.

"Great King~~~"

A crowd of civil and military officials bitterly persuaded Murong Huang, "Go! If you don't go now, you won't be able to go~~"

That giant object drew closer and closer; everyone was nervous to the point of madness.

But Murong Huang wouldn't go, so the others didn't dare move either.

After all, behind them all were their clans and tribes.

To everyone's persuasion, Murong Huang didn't listen at all.

His gaze still looked toward the distant banks of the Yi Shui River.

Murong Huang's sons, the able-bodied men of the Murong tribe, were almost all trapped over there.

Running away at this time, even if they escaped the battlefield, what then?

The Murong tribe, having lost the vast majority of its able-bodied men, had only one outcome.

All surrounding tribes would pounce and tear them apart.

Men killed, driven as slaves.

Women reduced to tools, reserve food ingredients.

Just like the Murong tribe previously did to others.

They did even more ruthlessly.

Murong Huang dug up the Gaogouli King's tomb, forced the Gaogouli King to send tribute expressing submission, only then returning their ancestors' corpses.

Besides that, all kinds of massacres, plundering, and stockpiling grain — too numerous to count.

At this kind of time, how could Murong Huang possibly leave!

Everywhere were routed Various Hu; Murong Huang's side, however, gathered a large mass of men and horses.

Men and horses orderly, banners fluttering.

This scene so out of place with the surroundings quickly attracted Lin Dao's attention.

The Hundred-Ton King's most important function is to break formations, destroy morale, scatter soldiers.

The orderliness on Murong Huang's side was like a monk in a hotel — eye-catching.

Lin Dao didn't waste words, directly turned the steering wheel and drove over.

Facing the Hundred-Ton King crashing over with wind and thunder roaring, earth shaking and mountains swaying.

The people around Murong Huang scattered and fled in all directions.

The most loyal batch of bodyguards forcibly tied him onto a horse, guarding his escape with their lives.

The four great battle merits of the Cold Weapon Era.

Breaking formation and scaling the wall first, beheading generals and capturing flags.

Among these, capturing the flag does not mean just seizing any flag; it refers to the commander's flag.

That is the banner representing the identity of the Main General commanding the army.

If the one commanding the troops is an Emperor, Great King, Heavenly King, or the like, it can be called a Great Standard.

Murong Huang styles himself King of Yan, and is the nominal commander-in-chief of the Battle of Yi Shui.

The one holding the Great Standard for him is the Murong tribe's strongest warrior, also loyal to Murong Huang.

This warrior with extremely thick arms held the Great Standard, rode a majestic steed, and ran following Murong Huang all the way.

Lin Dao doesn't even need a drone to scout; just follow the banner and chase.

Cavalry's explosive power is very strong; short-distance running speed is even a bit faster than the Hundred-Ton King's top speed.

If they keep changing horses and use terrain for cover, there's still a chance to shake off Lin Dao's pursuit.

But with the Great Standard as an indicator, no matter how they run, Lin Dao can bite down on them tightly.

Once the horses start sweating, start foaming at the mouth, they simply cannot run any longer.

The guards around Murong Huang gradually slowed down one after another, turned their horses around, and circled back to counter-charge.

They used their flesh-and-blood bodies to block the Hundred-Ton King, buying the Great King time to escape.

The interception by these bodyguards was truly tragic and heroic.

Many even directly leveled their horse lances, spurred their mounts, and charged straight into the Hundred-Ton King mining truck, which stood as tall as a three-story building.

The scene was just like A Tang challenging windmills.

The windmills A Tang challenged, at least, would not move.

But the Hundred-Ton King they crashed into, after knocking them flying, crushed them into the earth.

Only at this moment did a bodyguard, amidst the panic, notice that the standard-bearer had been carrying the great banner and following them all along.

It was truly enough to make one's seven orifices bleed with rage.

Upon the reminder, the standard-bearer also wasted no words, circled around, turned back, held the great banner high, and charged straight at the Hundred-Ton King.

This standard-bearer was a famous strongman of the Murong tribe.

It is said his two arms possessed the strength of a thousand catties, able to wrestle a bull to the ground barehanded!

*Bang! *

The standard-bearer, together with his horse and the great banner, was knocked flying over ten meters away.

The nerve waves before death caused his body, with bones broken and tendons snapped and blood gushing like a spring, to convulse incessantly.

The next moment, the massive wheel rolled straight over him.

*Crunch! *

"Great King, flee quickly!"

The last few bodyguards roared as they turned their horses around: "We slaves go first!"

Murong Huang, tied onto the horse's back, face contorted with ferocity, strained his neck and roared: "Bastards! Untie me first!"

Only Murong Huang remained, one man one horse, running ceaselessly along the banks of the Yi Shui River.

Behind him, the Hundred-Ton King still pursued relentlessly.

Unknown how much time passed; the horse carrying Murong Huang, a king-grade steed, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Amidst neighing, the steed struggled to rise.

But after running for a long time, it had already exhausted its strength.

It struggled briefly, then heavily fell to the ground convulsing, foaming at the mouth.

Murong Huang, with one leg pinned, desperately twisted his body, trying to break free.

But the bodyguards had tied him far too tightly.

He struggled with his life, yet could not break free.

The loose soil and gravel on the ground trembled incessantly; not far away, the Hundred-Ton King pressed over like a mountain.

Murong Huang, eyes splitting with rage, watched helplessly as that gigantic wheel, larger than a millstone, rolled toward him and the steed.

"Ah~~~"

Such a stifling death method drove this Yan King to anger until his eyes were bloodshot, letting out a sharp, piercing roar.

*Crunch! *

Lin Dao in the driver's cab felt the vehicle jolt slightly.

He drove a distance, turned the vehicle around and came back, looking down from above at a smear of blood that had already merged with the earth.

He glanced at the fuel gauge; Lin Dao slowed the vehicle: "Hope it can last until I drive back."

*Pfft~*

The giant wheel, coated in blood and fragments, rolled over once more.

The people and horses on the ground merged with the earth even more thoroughly.

Yi Shui An Bian.

Murong Ke scooped up river water and vigorously washed his mouth, nose, and eyes.

That irritating smell finally gradually dissipated.

He stood up, stared all around; everywhere were horses lying on the ground.

A horse's olfactory sensitivity is several thousand times that of humans.

When their sense of smell is stimulated, it is also far more intense than in humans.

A large number of horses lost combat effectiveness, directly causing combat power to plummet.

Gazing at the Qi Huo Army formation not far away, Murong Ke's eyes were full of gloom.

"Those without horses charge first, pull out those iron ropes."

"Those with horses disperse, wrap cloth around the mouths and noses of men and horses, wait for an opportunity to charge the formation."

He knew very well that staying here was a death trap.

Behind them was the Yi Shui, lacking maneuvering space they had to break out, otherwise it was a dead end.

On the other side of the Qi Huo Army formation, Yan Crown Prince Murong Jun's forces had already been routed.

Their warhorses, during the charge, encountered the sonic attack of the Di Hong firecrackers, and fell into a chaotic, frenzied state.

The Qi Huo Army seized the momentum and charged forward, engaging in melee with the Xianbei cavalry who had lost their speed.

Spearheads with blood grooves easily pierced through the bodies of the cavalry on horseback.

Facing the dismounted Xianbei, the Qi Huo Army casually took the hammers, axes, and Gu Du from their waists, and smashed down.

It didn't take long; Murong Jun's forces suffered heavy losses and lost combat effectiveness.

"Go!"

Murong Jun led his younger brother Murong De, fleeing under the protection of his bodyguards.

As for his fourth brother Murong Ke, trapped at the Yi Shui River, he could only wish him the best of luck.

The Qi Huo Army cavalry, which had been lying dormant due to their small numbers, now mobilized in full force.

With just over three thousand riders, in a head-on confrontation they would still not be enough for the Xianbei to kill.

But at this moment the enemy army had routed, with no heart for battle.

When pursuing a winning battle in full force, these Qi Huo Army cavalrymen would exert their greatest effect, harvesting the lives of routed soldiers all along the way.

"Pah!"

Murong Jun was extremely furious.

Just this bit of Qi Huo Army cavalry — before, they wouldn't have even entered his eyes.

Now they are pursuing him in grand style, and this makes the proud and arrogant Murong Jun feel utterly stifled.

But there is no way.

The foot soldiers' side has already completely routed; on the vast expanse of the Yi Shui riverbank, fleeing routed soldiers are everywhere.

Murong Ke's nearly twenty thousand cavalry have been blocked at the riverbank by the Qi Huo Army.

His own ten thousand-plus cavalry under his command, however, suffered a crushing defeat because their horses were frightened.

In this situation, the only thing Murong Jun can do is forcibly endure the stifling humiliation and flee for his life first.

As for revenge, that can wait until after he survives this time.

During the escape, Murong Jun suddenly saw, to his shock, the steel giant beast that had previously run off without a trace had actually returned!

And without deviation, it charged straight toward his side.

Compared to Murong Huang, Murong Jun quickly perceived the reason — his own commander's flag.

Ahead the steel giant beast, behind the Qi Huo Army pursuers.

Murong Jun turned his head to glance, his expression tense, at his younger brother Murong De clinging dead to the horse's back.

"Split up and run!"

"You!" Murong Jun instructed the flag bearer, "Take men and follow Lord Liang to run!"

(End of Chapter)