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Chapter 229 Clash of Cold Weapons and Firearms
Upon hearing the news, Wanyan Xu was taken aback: Wasn't this a rebellion? As the attacker, he had expected the Li family army to hold Puyang City and fight to the death, but unexpectedly they took the initiative to attack.
Yue Peng led his warriors like a whirlwind, charging straight into the Jin army's formation with overwhelming force. In the blink of an eye, they had breached two seemingly impregnable Jin defensive lines. This scene left Wanyan Xu speechless and terrified. He had poured 50,000 elite troops, mostly valiant cavalry, into these two lines, believing they would withstand any onslaught. Yet, they had proven utterly vulnerable, crumbling so easily.
He gripped a gleaming, gilded spear, seated regally on his magnificent warhorse, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the ever-changing battlefield. Within Li's army ranks, several powerful tractors and heavy trucks rumbled, like steel behemoths, weaving an unstoppable offensive that repeatedly shattered the Jin army's defenses. The wheels rolled relentlessly across the battlefield, swallowing countless Jin soldiers' lives beneath the dust, leaving behind only a scene of tragic grandeur and desolation.
Wanyan Xu turned to his deputy and said, "Move out all the firearms battalions and iron chariot formations to surround and kill these Han people."
At a command, rows of modified chariots surged onto the battlefield like a steel torrent, charging headlong into the unstoppable Li family army. These warhorses, clad in double armor, resembled fearless warriors on the battlefield. The chariots they pulled were no longer the simple, exposed structures of the past, but were now covered with heavy iron canopies, providing solid protection for the Jin soldiers within. Inside the chariots, the Jin soldiers, with unwavering courage, steered their warhorses, driving these steel behemoths forward relentlessly.
On both sides of the chariot, sharp blades, like the fangs of a giant beast, were embedded menacingly into the body, gleaming with a chilling light. On either side of the carriage, several long spears stood upright, their tips gleaming in the sunlight, their cold light seemingly capable of cleaving the air, revealing a formidable aura of killing intent.
This scene was not only a contest of strength, but also a clash of wisdom and courage; every inch of the battlefield seemed to tremble in anticipation of the fierce confrontation to come.
Just as the galloping warhorses were about to collide with the Li family army's cumbersome tractors, the Jin soldiers inside the carriage swiftly pulled on the ropes. This pull seemed to cast an invisible spell, instantly shrouding the leading warhorses in darkness, depriving them of their vision of the road ahead.
In a flash, the warhorses, now blinded, inevitably collided with the steel behemoth—the tractor. The speed and force of the impact tore several horses apart instantly, their defenses ripped apart. Blood and dust mingled as their figures vanished in the brutal collision, leaving only desolation and the stench of death.
Subsequently, the steel vehicles that were being dragged behind, after being jolted and rolled, finally lay scattered haphazardly on the tractor's path. At first, one or two were not enough to cause an obstacle, but as their numbers accumulated, these steel behemoths became temporary roadblocks on the battlefield, firmly holding back the tractors that had been moving freely just moments before.
Just as the Li family army soldiers driving the tractors were forced to jump off their vehicles and intend to personally move these obstructive iron carts one by one, the air suddenly became tense, and a series of rapid and dense gunshots pierced the sky. It was the musketeer battalion in the Jin army camp that finally could not hold back and launched an attack.
Although the Jin army's muskets lacked accuracy, their sheer numbers made up for it, raining down like a dense storm. Almost simultaneously, the Li family army soldiers who had just leaped from their chariots fell one after another on the battlefield, glowing red with fire, suffering heavy casualties. Seeing this, the Jin soldiers were overjoyed, surging forward like a tide and easily capturing the massive tractors—those behemoths that the Li family army had once been so proud of.
However, this joy did not last long. The Jin soldiers soon discovered with gloom that these behemoths were beyond their control.
The Jin army's chariots continued to charge towards Li's army camp. Although many soldiers fired shots to block them, the heavy armor on the warhorses deflected the deadly bullets. Except for a few unlucky warhorses that were wounded in the leg and stopped, most of the Jin chariots had already broken into Li's army's attack formation.
The sharp blades and the cold glint of the spears mercilessly traversed the battlefield, slicing through the bodies of Li's army soldiers and leaving patches of blood-stained earth. The battlefield was littered with the dead, a scene so horrific that it was unbearable to witness.
The moment the Li family army's defenses showed a breach, the Jin soldiers behind them seemed to smell the scent of victory. They howled like wolves and surged forward like a tidal wave, recklessly attacking the Li family army's position. Every strike was filled with their desire for victory and their deep-seated hatred for the enemy.
On the city wall, Li Zhen held a telescope, his eyes piercing through the smoke and flames of war, taking in everything. He slowly lowered the telescope, his fingers lightly touching the communication button on the walkie-talkie, his voice calm and firm: "Old Wang, the time has come. It's your turn to show your true strength. Let these Jin soldiers see what a real baptism of blood and fire is."
Upon hearing the order, Wang Changdao immediately jumped up with joy.
"Hahaha... Brothers, you see? This is when it matters most. Everyone better perform well, we're charging in to kill the Jin soldiers!"
Wang Changdao disregarded his own safety and charged ahead, firing short bursts at the Jin soldiers as he went.
The Jin army's artillery battalion commander reacted swiftly, immediately ordering his soldiers to set up a defensive line and prepare to meet the attack. The Jin soldiers, gripping their muskets, hurriedly and eagerly loaded ammunition into their chambers; their movements, though somewhat clumsy, exuded a formidable resolve. Their muskets were actually clever imitations of Song dynasty hand cannons, but the Jin had improved the gunpowder formula and firing mechanism, increasing both their range and their lethality.
Unfortunately, before the Jin soldiers could unleash their fury with their firearms, Wang Changdao led his group of inexperienced recruits and swept in like a storm.
"laugh--"
A flash of cold light appeared, and the sharp bayonet of Wang Changdao's semi-automatic rifle pierced the chest of a Jin soldier in an instant, like the kiss of death, silent yet deadly. Immediately following behind, his group of young soldiers were equally formidable, wielding heavy steel spears, each strike carrying the force of thunder, launching a fierce attack on the Jin soldiers.
Faced with this sudden offensive, some Jin soldiers panicked. Their muskets became a burden, so they simply discarded them like worn-out shoes. They quickly drew their gleaming scimitars from their waists, gritted their teeth, and resolutely met the steel torrent of Li's army, determined to write their own glorious chapter on this battlefield with their flesh and blood.