vstars Chapter 165 The Jin Army's Defeated Defeat and Uproar
Chapter 165 The Jin Army's Defeated Defeat and Uproar
Li Jiajun's steel behemoth—the tractor carrying hope and resilience—speeded through the dust, only to unexpectedly encounter a carefully laid trap by the Jin army in the shadow of the ancient city walls. A wide and deep ravine, like a giant gaping maw in nature, suddenly appeared before them, causing even this steel warrior to pale in fear.
With lightning-fast reflexes and exceptional courage, coupled with a deep understanding of mechanics, the driver abruptly turned the steering wheel. The massive vehicle, propelled by inertia, traced a breathtaking arc, barely managing to stabilize itself at the edge of the ditch. Then, with a roar, it turned around, like an enraged beast preparing to retreat back to its safe territory.
These ravines are the crystallization of the Jurchen people's wisdom and a cruel testament to war. Even such a massive mechanical monster would feel fear at their depth and width, lest it fall in and never be able to escape, becoming yet another silent sacrifice on this battlefield.
Wang Changdao stood at the forefront of the battle, his eyes sharp and unwavering as he calmly directed his troops. He waved his command flag, each movement precise and powerful, as if an unyielding authority permeated the air. Under his command, the mortars roared incessantly, their barrage landing precisely on the Jin soldiers' positions, repeatedly thwarting their offensives and raising clouds of dust and smoke.
The roar of machine guns followed closely behind, weaving together a stirring battle hymn. Bullets rained down like a storm, mercilessly tearing through the Jin soldiers' defenses, making the enemy tremble in fear amidst this symphony of steel and fire. Wang Changdao knew that on this battlefield where technology and tradition coexisted, every bit of firepower was precious. He skillfully utilized his limited semi-automatic rifle force, using it as a spearhead to penetrate the enemy lines and deliver a fatal blow.
These three thousand warriors, though not fully armed with modern firearms, possessed a stronger and more unwavering desire for victory and a deeper commitment to protecting their homeland than any sophisticated weapon. Most of them still wielded the cold weapons passed down through generations, their blades gleaming with a chilling light, each swing carrying boundless hatred for the enemy and a profound yearning for victory.
Wang Changdao knew that this battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a clash of will and wisdom. He cleverly devised a plan, achieving victory with fewer troops, and perfectly combined the long-range advantage of semi-automatic rifles with the close-combat power of cold weapons, forming an unbreakable defensive line that gradually eroded the Jin soldiers' former arrogance under their relentless attacks.
At this moment, the massive Jin army formation resembled a lake before a storm; seemingly calm on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents surged and chaos reigned. The company and platoon leaders, hidden in the shadows of the battle lines, wielding their cold rifles, were like messengers of death, targeting Jin generals. Each precise shot severed the lifeline of the command system, leaving the Jin army leaderless and plunged into confusion and panic.
On this chaotic stage, tractor-like monsters, in their unique way, roared through enemy lines, not only as symbols of power but also as sources of terror. Each charge was accompanied by deafening roars and billowing dust, tearing the Jin army's defenses to shreds. These steel behemoths rampaged across the battlefield, and wherever they went, Jin soldiers either fled in terror or collapsed, the signs of collapse spreading like wildfire, unstoppable.
As time went on, the Jin army's formation became increasingly loose, and their morale plummeted. They were no longer the formidable iron cavalry they once were, but a group of lost souls who had lost their way and their beliefs.
On the city wall, the guards, their eyes sharp, vigilantly surveyed their surroundings. Suddenly, a deep, powerful rumble echoed from the western horizon, shattering the brief silence.
As the sound drew closer, a hint of solemnity flashed across the soldiers' eyes. In the distance, dust billowed as a formidable column of soldiers slowly came into view, like an iron torrent suddenly emerging from the desert, carrying an irresistible force.
At the very front of the column, several armored vehicles and heavy trucks rode side by side, their bodies gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight. A huge "Li" character was prominently branded on the front of each vehicle, like a battle flag, proclaiming the team's affiliation and its extraordinary nature.
"It's the leader's banner!"
Ignoring the injury on his arm, Qian Dazhuang shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Brothers, these Jurchens are finished! Let's charge out and kill them all!"
The south gate of Tangyin City suddenly opened in the morning light, as if the floodgates of history had been violently pushed open by an invisible force, foreshadowing an epic chapter about to unfold. Qian Dazhuang personally steered a truck as light as the wind, the engine roaring like the first beat of a war drum, stirring the hearts of every soldier.
At the rear of the truck, several soldiers stood tall and straight, their steel blades gleaming coldly in the morning light, each glint a silent declaration of war against the enemy. Their steps were swift and agile; as the truck sped along, they seemed to transform into streaks of black lightning, instantly merging into the smoke-filled, tense battlefield ahead.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the roar of chariots, the clang of clashing weapons, and the fearless shouts of soldiers, weaving together a stirring battle symphony. Qian Dazhuang's eyes were firm and profound; he was not only the general leading this force, but also the unwavering faith in the hearts of every soldier. Their arrival undoubtedly injected new vitality and hope into this battle, foreshadowing a quiet shift in the scales of victory.
In reality, even if all three branches of Li's army were combined, they wouldn't outnumber the Jin soldiers by half. But the Jin soldiers didn't know this; they only knew that enemy reinforcements had arrived, and two reinforcements at that. Coupled with the fact that many Jin generals had been killed by enemy snipers, they were running around aimlessly like headless flies.
Seeing this, Wanyan Yi sighed: "Let's organize the troops to withdraw. Let's retreat to Neihuang County first. We've really messed up this time."
So the Jin soldiers changed their formation from front to rear and began a slow retreat eastward. These Jin troops were not second-rate units; they knew that a complete withdrawal from the battlefield at once was impossible. If everyone fled together, it would turn into a rout, and the enemy would suffer heavy losses in pursuit.
Of course, Wanyan Yi and several other high-ranking generals were the first to flee. The lower-ranking Jin generals desperately directed their troops to slowly withdraw from the battlefield. They wanted to run too, but they dared not, because if they fled alone, even if they didn't die on the battlefield, they would be beheaded upon their return.
Li Zhen had already met Wang Changdao and Qian Dazhuang. He smiled and said, "See? These Jin soldiers are known for their strength; if they have less than ten thousand men, no one can defeat them. Today, we'll show the world the fighting power of my Li family army and see who dares to underestimate us in the future."
The armored vehicle Li Zhen brought was equipped with a heavy machine gun, which was usually kept under wraps and now fired at full power. This heavy machine gun was completely different from the issued light machine guns; its range and firepower were enough to terrify even the most experienced Jin soldiers.
With the addition of these two armored vehicles, the Jin troops, who had been holding back in an orderly fashion, were now in complete disarray. Losing soldiers and armor was the least of their worries; some Jin cavalry even ran over their own troops to escape, resulting in countless casualties among the Jin soldiers.
Standing on high ground, Li Zhen looked at the scene before him and said to himself, "My arrival has changed this era."