Chapter 53: Beheading, slow slicing, dismemberment by five horses, tearing apart a Tartar with bare hands—how do you want to die?
"Alright, since the Qing army wants a decisive battle, then let's have a decisive battle," Zhu Jishi said confidently.
With the current strength of the Jishi Army, they are truly not afraid of the Qing army. They crave a decisive battle. Otherwise, who knows how long this 60,000-strong army would have to fight?
"Will, you will lead two thousand cavalrymen and roam around the battlefield. When the enemy retreats, you will flank them from behind. As for the remaining infantry, Han Si, you will take care of them," Zhu Jishi ordered.
With Zhu Jishi's command, the army was mobilized with ease. Under the control of hundreds of experts, the military aura was directly amplified upon every soldier. At this moment, there was no need to hold back.
The next step is simple: kill the Tartars.
For this purpose, Lin Yang specially requested several fine horses from Zhu Jishi, and also brought out a full suit of armor weighing over 200 jin and a halberd that was 1.5 zhang long.
This full suit of armor is gleaming and shimmers with a silvery-white light the moment it's taken out. It's undeniably flashy. But at the same time, it will naturally attract the hatred of the vast majority of enemies.
After all, such an obvious target is impossible for an archer to miss. It's not impossible that dozens, or even hundreds, of arrows would be fired simultaneously.
However, Lin Yang was quite confident in the quality of this armor. After all, it was made of special materials from the main world. Even a typical innate master wouldn't be able to leave a mark on it with a full-force attack.
Only grandmasters wielding divine weapons could harm Lin Yang. However, considering the opponents were only three grandmasters—Tachar, Zeng Guofan, and Saishang'a—there was nothing to worry about.
As for the halberd in Lin Yang's hand, it was even more extraordinary. It was also crafted from precious materials and weighed over two hundred jin (approximately 100 kg). In this world, it would be considered a top-tier divine weapon.
Of course, this leads to a problem: it's too heavy for the horses to carry. After all, this isn't the main world; the horses here are just horses, without dragon or other demonic beast blood. Their load-bearing capacity is truly quite poor.
"Hmm, it seems that even with the secret techniques used to enhance its potential, this horse can only allow me to fight for a quarter of an hour at most. Well, in that case, I'll just prepare a few more." Lin Yang said calmly, looking at the warhorse clad in armor.
war!
The battlefield was now in complete chaos. Tens of thousands of Green Standard Army soldiers had been mobilized at once. Although their morale and strength were lacking, it was only three hundred meters, after all.
Therefore, after suffering more than 30,000 casualties (the actual number of dead and wounded was only 10,000; the remaining 20,000 were clever enough to lie on the battlefield and feign death), the remaining 20,000 Green Standard Army soldiers finally charged forward and began the most primitive and challenging hand-to-hand combat.
"Alright, they've charged forward! The Han people have charged forward! There are only three hundred paces left, charge!" Tacha ordered.
It was this order that completely destroyed the Plain Red Banner Eight Banners cavalry. However, even after the entire army was wiped out, their deaths were still worthwhile.
It was precisely because of the complete annihilation of the Plain Red Banner that the Manchu court truly resolved to appoint Han Chinese to important positions and suppress rebellions across the land. Because the Manchus could no longer afford to die.
A full cavalry of seven thousand, clad in bright red armor and wearing red hats, charged forward in unison, looking quite imposing.
However, upon seeing their hairstyles, Lin Yang's murderous intent intensified. This was a money-tail hairstyle! This was a pig's tail hairstyle! (It seems that money-tail and pig's tail are two different hairstyles. The pig's tail has more hair on its head than the money-tail.)
As the charge progressed, many members of the tribes would occasionally fall to the ground with a muffled groan. However, the remaining tribes did not retreat. After glancing over discreetly, they fell silent, becoming even more so.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Jishi exclaimed, "I never expected that the imperial court would have such fearless men."
Upon hearing this, old Peel laughed and said, "What's the use of not being afraid of death? I've seen plenty of people like that when I was fighting the natives in Africa. But what was the result? They were still crushed and crushed by organized armies."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang's murderous intent was immediately revealed, and his anger flared even more. When did the mighty Central Kingdom, a superpower that had led the world for thousands of years, actually fall to the same level as the black men of Africa?
"Hmph, barbarians, how could they know the nobility of China? They are nothing but a bunch of furry and armored people, how dare they talk about China?" Lin Yang said indifferently.
At the same time, an astonishing aura locked onto Old Peer. If he dared to utter another word, he would be killed instantly.
At the same time, old Peel felt a cold sweat break out on his brow, as if he were being stared at by some ferocious beast.
Then, looking into Lin Yang's eyes and feeling the intense killing intent, Old Pierre knew that he couldn't beat him and was definitely no match for him.
But how did I end up provoking him? Old Pierre wondered.
Seeing the puzzled look in Old Peel's eyes, Lin Yang felt even more annoyed. It was this unintentional expression of opinion that was all the more hurtful.
Although what Old Peel said was true—at this moment, in this world, China was indeed lagging behind—Lin Yang was still unhappy and felt very uncomfortable.
Even if the people on the other side are Manchus, even if the current court is incompetent, even if they are truly backward, they are still descendants of the Han Chinese. No matter how we fight, it's our own business, and it's none of your place, you white person, to judge!
However, Old Pierre's mistake was unintentional, and Zhu Jishi was watching nearby, so Lin Yang stopped paying attention to him.
He immediately mounted his warhorse and charged towards the Manchu cavalry. The killing intent pent up within him was immense. It was time for a massacre to cleanse his pent-up anger and give him a break.
Upon entering, Lin Yang had the urge to kill someone the moment he saw the pig's tail above his head.
Later, when he saw the numb and hopeless eyes of the entire city's inhabitants, Lin Yang's desire to kill intensified.
Later, when he saw those so-called nationalists acting arrogantly and bullying the people, Lin Yang almost couldn't hold back anymore.
Now, listening to the words of a white man like Old Peel, Lin Yang felt that he shouldn't hold back any longer. If he did, he would become a Ninja Turtle and might as well just start killing.
At the same time, Shi A and Cai Yan, both dressed in armor and riding warhorses, followed.
"Hahaha, I've been holding back for a long time! Look at these people, where is there even a trace of Han Chinese in them? They have no Han Chinese strength, no Han Chinese pride. Besides a facade, they're rotten to the core!" Shi A shouted loudly, showing absolutely no intention of holding back.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang knew that his and Shi A's words had probably offended quite a few people. Even Emperor Zhu might have harbored resentment towards Lin Yang and his companions.
But what can we do? As long as the enemy is still there, no matter what thoughts they have in their hearts, they must keep them hidden from me.
"Haha, then let's have a good, satisfying fight today!" Lin Yang laughed loudly.
At the same time, she silently made a decision. When she returned to this world next time, she would definitely try to build a good relationship with the remaining members of the team.
Anyway, this world is so big, we don't necessarily have to eliminate them! In the end, one in Asia, one in Central Asia, one in Europe, one in the Americas, and one in Africa.
I just counted on my fingers, and there are five major warlords. The best approach is to let them compete with each other.
Only in this way can the importance of talent be highlighted. Only in this way can the Han people of this world continue to progress.
A ruler chooses his ministers, and ministers choose their rulers. Clearly, Emperor Zhu's performance was far from satisfactory for Lin Yang and his companions. It was undeniably bordering on foreign worship.