PDLP Chapter 413 This is a divine weapon, named Tank
Chapter 413 This is a divine weapon, named Tank
Outside Linhuang Prefecture, a fierce battle has raged for two days, with flames of war raging across the sky. The two sides are locked in a stalemate like raging waves, showing no sign of retreat. Inside and outside the city walls, the bodies of soldiers lying in disarray tell of the cruelty of the battlefield, and blood seeps into the soil like streams, painting the earth a shocking crimson.
Wanyan Xu's brows furrowed, his gaze piercing through the swirling dust of battle, landing on the dwindling cavalry outside the city. A deep sorrow welled up within him. He sighed softly, turning to the head guard, Zhezhu, who stood beside him, his voice tinged with melancholy: "Zhezhu, do you remember how long you've been following me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhezhu's eyes flickered slightly, seemingly surprised by the prince's sudden sentiment, but he still respectfully replied, "Your Highness, since the day I joined the army, I have been by your side like a shadow, serving you faithfully. If I count carefully, it has been more than ten years."
Wanyan Xu pointed firmly to the battlefield outside the city, his brow furrowed with undisguised worry: "Look outside the city, the Mongol cavalry surges like a tidal wave, unstoppable. Our heavy cavalry, once our solid shield for survival, now resembles a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of destruction. This is our last hope, a matter of life and death, and we urgently need to work together to save it."
Upon hearing this, the captain of the guard's gaze sharpened instantly. He glanced quickly at the chaotic scene outside the city, a scene of life-or-death struggle, and his blood boiled. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his voice firm and resolute: "Yes, sir! I will immediately muster my men and vow to bring my brothers back safely!"
After speaking, he turned to leave, his figure exuding an unquestionable determination and loyalty.
With the heroic addition of 1,500 Jin army guards, the tide of battle shifted instantly. Like sharp blades, they tore a shocking gap in the Mongol army's steel torrent. The exhausted heavy cavalry, witnessing this glimmer of hope, turned their horses around and rushed towards this only escape route, hoping to use this opportunity to flee back to the safety of the city.
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly echoed across the sky, as if the heavens were enraged, foreshadowing misfortune. Immediately afterward, two menacing armed helicopters pierced the sky, roaring in like modern war gods, heading straight for the heart of the battlefield, adding an element of unpredictability to this battle where ancient and modern elements intertwined.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Beneath the wings, the bomb bays roared like angry fire dragons, relentlessly unleashing scorching rockets aimed directly at the Jin cavalry on the ground. In an instant, the Jin heavy cavalry suffered a devastating blow, as if struck by heavenly fire, with nowhere to hide.
Countless Jin soldiers and warhorses were torn apart instantly or engulfed in flames under the fierce artillery fire, leaving behind a scene of utter carnage and unbearable horror. On the battlefield, the remains of Jin soldiers and warhorses were scattered everywhere, broken and fragmented, and the stench of blood filled the air, suffocating everyone present.
Witnessing this scene, even the most valiant Mongol soldiers couldn't help but feel fear; some even vomited on the spot, their stomachs churning with acid, unable to calm down. This brutal war seemed to expose the fragility of humanity without reservation; in this endless slaughter and death, any strength seemed so pale and powerless.
Ten minutes later, after completing their rocket launch mission, the two helicopters suddenly ascended, like agile eagles, gracefully circling once overhead before flapping their wings eastward and soon disappearing into the horizon, leaving only a faint contrail.
Beside him, Wan Hanzhong spoke softly, explaining to the Khan: "Your Majesty, those two giant iron-winged beasts soaring through the sky were Han's aircraft. They not only possess the extraordinary ability to launch firearms, but can also carry numerous warriors. Their speed is so fast that it is no exaggeration to say they can travel a thousand miles a day. They are truly divine artifacts."
A leader standing nearby pointed to the boundless grassland to the east, his voice tinged with surprise: "Look, what's that over there?"
Following his gaze, everyone saw a winding black line rapidly approaching, like a giant beast lurking in the night. Behind the black line, yellow sand filled the sky, like a sudden sandstorm, sweeping madly toward Linhuang Prefecture with unstoppable force, instantly filling the world with a suffocating and urgent atmosphere.
He suddenly raised his hand, the binoculars in his hand flashing past his eyes, behind which were a pair of eyes gleaming with excitement: "Hahaha... Don't be alarmed, everyone, what's coming is our Han army's iron cavalry!"
Ahead, a powerful tank, like a behemoth, rampaged through the enemy lines, clearing the way. Close behind, a line of armored vehicles, massive tractors, and trucks laden with supplies, like a steel dragon, roared and shook the earth as they rolled in.
Wang Changdao calmly and powerfully operated the communication device on the tank, issuing orders to his comrades around him: "Gentlemen, hold your ground! Let us, like an iron torrent, completely crush the Jin army's defenses!"
"Da da da... da da da..."
In an instant, the machine guns mounted on trucks and tractors roared, unleashing a torrent of bullets that shredded the Jin cavalry attempting to break through the lines into a tattered net. The scene was both breathtaking and exhilarating; such a fierce barrage of fire ignited a fighting spirit in everyone.
The north gate of Linhuang Prefecture seemed to be torn open by an irresistible force, and the Jin cavalry surged out like a tidal wave, surrounding Wanyan Xu and rushing northward without regard for anything else. The Jin infantry who had lost their horses had already discarded their weapons, bent their knees, knelt on the ground, and raised white flags to the sweeping Mongol army.
After all, even their own prince had fled in panic, so why should they put up any more futile resistance? In this contest of overwhelming odds, under the Mongol hooves, it was already a miracle to survive; the rest was of no concern.
"despair!"
With a soft thud, accompanied by the steady rumble of the tank, Wang Changdao nimbly leaped down from the steel behemoth, his steps carrying a touch of untamed elegance. A warm smile bloomed on his face as he gazed intently at the Naza Khan opposite him, proclaiming in a clear voice: "Wang Changdao, a border guard of the Han Kingdom, pays his respects to the esteemed Khan of Naza!"
After speaking, Wang Changdao raised his arm without hesitation, offering a standard and solemn military salute, every movement revealing the rigor and pride of a soldier. At the same time, beside Na Za, Wan Hanzhong remained silent, but a hint of approval flickered in his eyes as he nodded slightly in silent response to Wang Changdao.
Na Za hurriedly imitated Wang Changdao and solemnly returned a military salute. He happily put his arm around Wang Changdao's shoulder and said with a beaming smile, "General Wang, you've really worked hard! May I ask who this imposing big guy behind you is?"
Wang Changdao gently patted the tank's sturdy armor, his eyes gleaming with pride, and introduced it: "This is a divine artifact obtained by the Emperor of my Han Kingdom from the Heavenly Realm, named Tank. Such a treasure is extraordinary; no sharp blade or spear can harm it in the slightest. Even more miraculously, it can easily breach city walls and sweep away thousands of troops."
At this moment, Wang Changdao's iron torrent, fighting alongside the Mongol cavalry, swept through the enemy lines and captured Linhuang Prefecture in one fell swoop. Simultaneously, Yue Ying's Han warriors were equally unstoppable, their battle flags already planted atop the city walls of Guangning Prefecture. Thus, a vast expanse of Jin's Beijing Road territory had fallen into their hands; more than half of their land had changed hands, and the situation was rapidly shifting.
The feudal lords of various states, hearing the news, all turned their attention to this earth-shattering war of annihilation, secretly plotting their next move, their eyes gleaming with complex and unfathomable thoughts. The wheels of history rumbled forward amidst the chaos of war, each boom heralding the approaching dawn of a new era.