Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

They looted several villages along the way, and the stolen grain and women were kept at the rear of the column.

Upon reaching the third village, the bearded man looked at the granary smoking at the village entrance in the distance, nodded in satisfaction, and ordered his lieutenant to speed up the journey so they could camp by the river that night.

The lieutenant spurred his horse to deliver the order, then turned back and asked:

"Sir, Lianhai County not only has iron ships, but also lamps that can burn without oil or fire. Where do you think these things came from?"

The bearded man stroked his beard and snorted:

"Who cares where they came from? Once I take them all, I'll snatch them all and study them slowly!"

Unbeknownst to them, hundreds of feet above their heads, a small drone painted with the insignia of the Lien Hai Self-Defense Army was silently hovering.

The camera under the belly of the aircraft slowly rotated, capturing everything clearly, from the bearded man's waving and laughing expression to the marching ranks of cavalry and infantry.

Lianhai County Comprehensive Building, Operations Command Center.

Lin Mo stood in front of the huge LCD screen on the wall, which displayed real-time aerial images transmitted by the drone.

The mixed Tartar forces were encamped on an open riverbank. The cavalry's horses were tethered around the perimeter of the camp, the infantry's tents were haphazardly crammed together, and the grain, fodder, and women they had plundered were piled haphazardly in the center of the camp. The entire camp was loosely fortified, like a sieve.

Lin Mo stared at the screen for a few moments, then picked up a laser pointer and drew a circle around the area where the Tatar cavalry were gathered. He then began to issue battle orders:

"First Artillery Company, mortars cover this area, three rounds of rapid fire, do not allow them a chance to mount up."

The armored battalion outflanked them from the south via the official road, blocking their retreat towards the Yellow River.

The infantry battalion deployed along the riverbank, using crossfire to blockade the riverbank.

"clear."

Zhou Ping took the laser pointer and repeated the specific firepower configuration and marching route point by point, adding as needed.

"In addition, inform the Hezhou City Defense Regiment that there will be a large number of prisoners to be escorted and resettled after the battle, and ask them to prepare the site and supplies for the concentration camp in advance."

"Captives? Those who are not of our race will surely have different hearts. I think the Tartars should not keep any prisoners."

Yue Pengniao looked up from the map and added a sentence.

"Let's keep this batch."

Lin Mo looked at the Tartar sentries still dozing by the campfire on the screen.

"The mine is short-staffed lately, and this batch of free labor has arrived just in time. They can all be put in shackles later!"

"Yes, sir!" The Yuepeng bird immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The battle began at dawn.

The Tartar camp was still shrouded in a thin mist. Most of the soldiers were sleeping in their tents wrapped in blankets, while only a few sentries were dozing off by the campfire with their swords in their hands.

Behind the river embankment, Zhou Ping put down his binoculars and pressed the intercom button:

"Target area locked, all fire units ready."

Lin Mo's voice came through the walkie-talkie:

"Fire!"

When the first volley of mortar shells landed, the grain pile in the center of the camp exploded into a fireball.

Then came the second and third waves!

The cannonballs struck the cavalry stables and officers' tents with deadly precision, as if they had eyes. The Tartar horses were blown to pieces before they could even untie their reins, and several centurions and officers were sent to their deaths in their sleep.

The bearded man was the only senior officer who reacted.

The moment the shells fell, he sprang up from under the blanket, grabbed his scimitar, and rushed out of the tent.

His first reaction was the red-coated cannon.

He had seen that thing when he fought against the Great Xia Imperial Guard in the North. It was a black iron pipe that spewed fire and smoke, and one shot could blast a hole in a city wall.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

He had heard the sound of the red-coated cannons before; the sound was like muffled thunder, and after a long while, the next shot would be fired.

But the commotion before us is completely different!

The explosions were continuous, almost without pause, as if dozens of cannons were firing simultaneously. Moreover, the shells landed with eerie precision, targeting the cavalry's stables and officers' tents. The infantry's tents were merely blown over by the blast waves, and their casualties were far less severe than those of the cavalry.

This is definitely not a red-coated cannon.

The Red Cannon isn't that accurate, that fast, or that ruthless.

He stood amidst the thick smoke and flames, his mind racing with thoughts.

What the hell is this thing?

The two centurions who remained with him were also stunned by the explosion.

A trembling voice shouted:

"grown ups!

This is not a red-coated cannon!

The Red Cannon isn't that powerful!

"This...this must be heavenly lightning!"

"right!

"It's sorcery!"

The other centurion was deathly pale, his lips trembling.

"It must be Han Chinese sorcery!"

"Sir, if we don't retreat now, everything will be over!"

"Get out of here my ass!"

The bearded man gritted his teeth and roared as he drew his scimitar.

"Everyone, rush towards the riverbank!"

With so many people dead, if he retreats, he'll probably lose his head. He's going to die anyway, so he might as well take a gamble!

The surviving Tartar infantrymen managed to organize a resistance amidst the chaos, charging towards the riverbank with their scimitars raised.

They were met with a dense crossfire network of infantry battalions from the Self-Defense Forces.

Behind the riverbank bunker, a machine gunner pulled the trigger, and bullets poured onto the riverbank like a torrent.

The assistant gunner next to him shouted as he changed the ammunition belt:

"These Tartars really aren't afraid of death!"

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

The machine gunner gritted his teeth.

"Then let them die a good death!"

Dozens of light and heavy machine guns opened fire simultaneously, and the Tatar soldiers at the forefront fell in droves like harvested wheat.

The Tartars who managed to reach the vicinity of the river embankment were shot down one by one by the Self-Defense Army soldiers hiding behind the bunkers before they could even climb onto the embankment.

The entire riverbank had been transformed into a massive slaughterhouse, with blood staining the morning waters and the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and rust.

The bearded man led his remaining personal guards toward the riverbank. When they were less than fifty paces away, the two rows of guards in front of him seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. They were all sent flying backward, their chests bursting open with bloody holes.

Relying on his top-notch skills, the bearded man, after several advances, finally saw the gun barrels spitting fire behind the bunkers on the riverbank!

It was a weapon he had never seen before—not a bow and arrow, not a crossbow, not a musket—but every sharp crack could bring a person down.

However, just as he was about to rush into the bunker, only two steps away.

Suddenly, a man stood up from behind cover, holding a thick, black gun, and pointed it at him.