Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 57 Authentic
The beggar soldiers in Guangzong County worked but did not put in any effort.

Shi Hu saw all their procrastination and perfunctory work.

The king did not punish or deal with the crime, but watched coldly.

They were originally cannon fodder to attract attention and cover the digging of tunnels.

The tunnel excavation over there is progressing smoothly, and the mission here can be considered completed.

Once the war is over and the city is captured, we will deal with it ourselves.

Fu Hong's progress in digging the tunnel was indeed very smooth.

Even though it went smoothly, Fu Hong was still a little frightened.

Logically speaking, with such a large project and such a commotion, even if the excavation was very deep, the defenders would not have no reaction at all.

The beggar army in the city had fought so fiercely before and had defeated many sieges in succession.

Logically speaking, we should be very vigilant.

But things went so smoothly that the Beggar Army was completely unaware of it.

At the end of the dug tunnel is a large courtyard close to the palace complex, which is empty inside.

The houses near the imperial palace all belong to the powerful and wealthy, and their inner courtyards are extremely large.

With the help of the cover of night, the Di warrior quietly came out of the tunnel and looked outside carefully.

There was really no one around except for the occasional patrol sergeant passing by.

On both sides of the spacious street outside are the mansions of the powerful and wealthy people of the Later Zhao Dynasty.

One after another, it is spectacular.

The blue-gray exterior walls of these houses are about ten feet high.

Fu Hong always felt that something was wrong.

But at this time the tunnel had already been dug, and the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

He arranged for his youngest son Fu Xiong to lead more than a thousand Di warriors to break into the city through a tunnel under the cover of night.

The third son, Fu Jian, arranged for subsequent soldiers to enter the tunnels to provide support.

Fu Jian, the founding emperor of the Former Qin Dynasty.

Fu Xiong was a member of the royal family of Former Qin and a founding hero.

Fu Xiong had a very famous son whose name was written into an idiom.

His son's name was Fu Jian.

It was Fu Jian who was known for his army's ability to break the river with a single whip, and who had a passionate clash with Xie Xuan at Bagua Mountain, resulting in his death and the destruction of his country.

At this time, Fu Jian was still a young boy, playing as a hostage in the Yecheng mansion.

His father Fu Xiong led the Di warriors into the tunnel one after another.

With the clang of armor leaves, a large number of Di people came out from the cave entrance in the city, and soon filled the courtyard.

Fu Xiong, holding a knife, pushed open the gate and looked out.

Outside, the bluestone-paved street was completely silent.

"Did it really work?" Fu Xiong couldn't believe it.

The defenders had fought so fiercely before that the Hu people had lost their fighting spirit.

Entering the city so smoothly at this time, Fu Xiong felt that the empty streets outside were like a ferocious beast that was ready to devour anyone.

But we have already entered the city, so there is no point in thinking too much.

He waved his hands vigorously, and a large number of Di warriors filed out and poured into the streets.

More and more Di people occupied the originally spacious streets, their footsteps on the bluestone slabs as dense as falling rain.

The Di warriors who were not night blind ran quickly along the street.

‘Buzz~~~’

A slightly familiar humming sound attracted Fu Xiong's attention.

The sound was soft, but he heard it.

The legend about Feiluan suddenly came to my mind.

Fu Xiong looked up in panic, and sure enough, he saw the flying phoenix floating in the night sky.

In an instant, his heart and courage were shattered!

In the distance, on the Dan steps in front of Jiande Hall, Lin Dao, who was controlling the drone, turned his head and told Jin Lian, who was not far away, "Light it up."

Holding the burning incense stick in his hand, he placed the incense stick head on the fuse of the firework "Chrysanthemum in Bloom".

With a muffled sound, fireworks with a long and strange cry shot up into the sky.

The fireworks soared into the air and bloomed like a blooming chrysanthemum, colorful and dazzling.

The next moment, a large number of beggar soldiers emerged from the roofs and walls on both sides of the streets crowded with Di people.

They raised strong bows and crossbows and shot arrows like rain.

The beggars, who were even more powerful, threw the burning clay pots into the street.

Amidst the continuous roars, there were shrill wails and howls.

Driven by the kinetic energy of gunpowder, countless flying steel balls have powerful penetrating power.

Whether wearing leather armor or iron armor, the result is the same, being shot into a sieve by steel balls.

Seeing the warriors of their own tribe falling in pools of blood and wailing.

Fu Xiong's eyes were wide open, these were all the elite young men of the Di people.

Each one of them is a warrior of the tribe!
"rush out!"

Fu Xiong, brandishing his sword, shouted sharply, "Don't get stuck in the street!"

The Di warriors in front rushed out desperately, but at the end of the street, they encountered dozens of long, curled iron rolls.

The iron scroll swayed and seemed to pose no threat, so the warriors jumped in.

The next moment, everyone collapsed amid screams.

The barbs on the wire mesh dug into the body, and the more he struggled, the tighter it became.

The people behind rushed forward and squeezed the people in front completely into the entanglement of the barbed wire.

The shaking barbed wire tore at the flesh, causing endless shrill screams, as creepy as a night owl.

Rows of beggars appeared at the intersection, stabbing with their seamless steel spears one after another, leaving deep wounds on the Di people.

The front end of the seamless steel pipe is screwed with a three-edged gun head with a blood groove.

This is the kind that really creates a bloody hole with every stab and bleeds out.

The panicked Di people helped each other to climb the high walls on both sides of the street.

But when they climbed over the wall, they saw a dense crowd of beggar soldiers in the yard. The seamless steel spears in the soldiers' hands were like a forest, stabbing upwards continuously.

All the Di people who climbed over the wall were doomed to die.

Fu Xiong, with red eyes, was forcibly dragged away by his personal guards.

He carried him back to the entrance of the tunnel inside the house.

The sneak attack on the city has failed, and now we need to escort the noble person to escape.

Fu Xiong's personal guards swung their swords and killed desperately.

He chopped down the soldiers who were rushing over from all sides and trying to seize the position to dig into the tunnel, and escorted Fu Xiong out of the city.

At the entrance to the street, a barbed wire fence tied with a rope was dragged away.

A large number of soldiers poured into the streets.

They wore silk lining inside, chain mail outside, and then covered with warm cotton armor.

On the outside, there is even a set of plate armor consisting of two concave stamped plates bolted together.

These sets together weigh dozens of kilograms.

If I hadn’t been able to eat enough every day recently and build up my strength.

There are not so many soldiers in the Qihuo Army who can afford to wear such heavy armor.

The gates of the houses on both sides of the street were opened, and the beggar soldiers who had been ambushing inside also rushed out.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the clashing of armor echoed throughout the blood-soaked streets.

The soldiers held riot shields and cleaned the battlefield with various hammers, bone clubs, axes, and rebar sawed into one-meter lengths.

When encountering a Di person who was injured but not dead, he would swing his sword and smash it down.

Seeing the Di people trembling and kneeling on the ground in surrender.

He also knocked the person down with a small hammer, took off the ring-handled knife at his waist and cut off his head directly.

Then use a nylon tie to pass through the head's hair and tie it around the waist.

Behind the soldiers, there were civilians cleaning up the area, carrying knives and taking the heads of the Di people.

A group of copywriters holding paper and pen followed the supervisor.

Those killed by bows and crossbows, those killed by bombs, and those stabbed by seamless steel pipes are classified separately and the work is calculated as a whole.

Another row of laborers came forward, hooked the corpses of the Di people with hooks in their hands, dragged them out of the street, loaded them onto carts, and took them away to be burned.

Then a large number of laborers carrying wooden barrels followed them into the street.

First, use the water in the wooden barrel to wash the blood-stained bluestone on the street.

Then use a broom to sweep and tidy up the floor.

It didn't take long before this spacious Gonghou Street gradually became clean.

Qin Lang rushed to the exit of the tunnel, glanced at the dark interior of the tunnel, and raised the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Master, can you hear me? Over~"

"You can hear me, tell me."

"This place has been cleaned up, finished~"

"Okay, I'll come over now."

Lin Dao rode a tricycle, rumbling along the wet bluestone road.

On both sides were armored guards jogging along.

Since the last assassination, the number of guards around him has obviously increased significantly.

In Wang Meng's words, "The life and death of the Qihuo Army depends on the leader. The leader is heavier than Mount Tai!"

To put it bluntly, our lives and fortunes depend on you.

If anything happens to our master, we will either starve to death or be killed by the barbarians.

I can't emphasize your safety enough.
Lin Dao had nothing to say and could only accept that he was surrounded by guards.

A tricycle with several large oil drums in its cargo bed stopped outside the yard.

Lin Dao got out of the car and walked into the yard. The first thing he saw was the tunnel exit which was about ten feet wide.

He didn't waste any words and told Liu Hu who had been following him all the way, "Push all the oil drums in the car over here."

Several large barrels of gasoline were poured into the tunnel.

After greeting everyone, he left the yard, took out a lighter and lit the rocket on the bowstring of the sharpshooter next to him.

The rocket shot out, drew a parabola, and landed precisely at the exit.

In an instant, blazing flames shot up into the sky.

Looking at the bright fire in the yard, Lin Dao picked up the drone control panel.

A drone carrying a large bottle of incendiary bombs took off with a buzzing sound and headed straight for the camp at the entrance of the tunnel outside the city.

The large Molotov cocktail landed precisely on the giant tent blocking the entrance.

The raging flames engulfed the tent, and soon a figure with flames on its body staggered out.

Someone came with buckets of water to put out the fire, but it only fanned the flames.

No one dared to put out the fire anymore.

"Rokuro~Rokuro~~~"

Looking at the tunnel entrance engulfed in flames, Fu Hong howled in grief and cried miserably.

His youngest son Fu Xiong, as well as thousands of elite Di warriors, are still buried underground.
The fire won’t kill many people, so just stay away from it.

What was really fatal was that the burning flames drained away the oxygen in the already narrow tunnel.

The elite vanguard who fled into the tunnel, plus the reinforcements who subsequently entered the tunnel for support, totaling thousands, were all trapped in the narrow tunnel.

Some Di people could not bear it any longer and rushed out despite the fire.

The result is that it is ignited into a torch.

Fu Xiong in the tunnel covered his throat with his hands and struggled desperately to breathe.

But every breath was extremely difficult.

The brain is deprived of oxygen, causing consciousness to gradually become blurred.

In a trance, he seemed to hear Aye's voice calling him.

I wanted to shout in response, but my throat, which was filled with the smoke from the fireworks, couldn't make a sound.

Fu Xiong staggered forward a few steps and finally fell to the ground, struggling and twitching.

Not long after, the father of Fu Jian, the former Qin Dynasty leader, disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)