Chapter 1620: The Great War Begins

"Ready! Fire!"

As the commander flicked his flag downward, a volley of bombs flew across from the sky. The three bomb-throwing carts fired in turns; in this way, the attack was saturated, yet the assault on them was completely uninterrupted and exceptionally fierce.

Bombs exploded incessantly on the opposite hillside, with firelight scattering and stone fragments flying everywhere, giving Baifeng the feeling that he was no longer in this primitive era; it truly felt as if mortars were bombarding them without pause.

However, it was a pity that the power of the bombs in Huaxia was still too small, as they were merely primitive Black Powder with limited force. If he could produce Silver Powder or better gunpowder, the bombs produced would have much greater power at the same size.

If a Black Powder bomb were made the size of a hand grenade, even if held in one's hand, it would at most cause an injury; it would be quite difficult to actually kill someone with it, so Baifeng could not say that classic famous line.

"It is correct that you cannot see the impact points; that is a Low-lying Land!"

Although a considerable number of shells were thrown, they were quite insufficient when facing such a vast battlefield. They were not dense, and the lethality caused was limited because the blast radius was small; in many cases, they did not even land in places where there were people.

Yet even so, the Saturated Attack could not be stopped. They had to fire as much as they could; as long as one more bomb could kill one more person, their Soldiers would face one less enemy.

The bombs continued to explode without stopping. The people of the Shennong Clan had already begun to scurry everywhere, running toward the top of the mountain, while Xingtian's scolding had no effect.

It was not until a bomb exploded not far from Xingtian and a piece of shrapnel pierced his leg that he felt the danger.

He pulled out the shrapnel, which had not pierced deeply, and threw it away, then had no choice but to order the Soldiers to hide further up. At this moment, Shennong was so frightened by the sound of the bombs that he dared not go down again; if not for the sake of his own face, he would have long since found a place to curl up and hide.

However, because of the discipline and the order to retreat just now, many people had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave, especially those Slaves. They had always been at odds with Shennong and had never been submissive; they were not truly willing to be Slaves. If there was a chance to resist, since they wanted to resist and escape, now was the best opportunity. Moreover, one look made it clear that the Shennong Clan was definitely finished this time and would have no more chances, so they were not afraid of any subsequent reckoning.

Seeing that the bomb attack was already futile, Baifeng ordered them to stop the offensive, then immediately had the Soldiers start beating the drums. The more urgent, aggressive drumbeats told the Soldiers that it was time to charge.

At the same time, the flag-bearer had already raised a large red flag and began to wave it vigorously and continuously.

Once the two orders were given, the three sides began to charge together. The Ox Cavalry mooed as they began to rush toward the direction of the enemy, while the Cavalry had already spread out; they were looking for opportunities to specifically disrupt their formation and scatter their morale.

Xuanyuan and Limu also ordered an advance, beginning to lead the Soldiers forward. The scene of a three-sided encirclement was complete. Shennong shouted in terror: "Xingtian! Xingtian! Go down quickly and block them! Go and block them quickly!"

Xingtian also understood that he had to fight now, as there was nowhere left to retreat. Thus, he led the Soldiers, who had already suffered many casualties, to begin charging downward. Those Slaves also held wooden sticks and shouted loudly, but in reality, their pace was not very fast, and they gradually let their positions fall to the rear.

Xingtian took the lead and clashed with Huaxia's Ox Cavalry. However, it had to be said that he truly had substance; he dared to use his own body to resist the ox head-on. That Huaxia Ox Cavalryman had never seen Xingtian's ferocity and thought he could just use the ox to toss him away; being tall and big was of no use.

Who would have thought that with one swing of his axe, Xingtian would chop off the Cavalryman's Weapon? The force was so great that the Cavalryman had no strength at all to grip it tightly. Subsequently, Xingtian leaned his large shield against the ox, causing the ox to retreat several steps sideways. Xingtian pressed his advantage, exerted force again, and used his axe to strike at the Huaxia Soldier who was searching for his secondary weapon. The axe landed on his waist; although protected by armor, it did not cut through, but because the force was too great, the Huaxia Soldier felt as if his internal organs had ruptured, spat out blood, and then fell off.

Xingtian glanced at the stunned ox and, without any hesitation, chopped down at its neck. Blood sprayed, and the ox collapsed on the spot.

At this time, the Ox Cavalry had already dispersed, and their positions were all behind Xingtian. They were specialized in breaking formations and attacking the elite of the Shennong Clan, so no other Ox Cavalry turned around to confront Xingtian.

At this moment, Xingtian was excited, because those he faced were all ordinary Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers. He once again erupted with his invincible and fierce posture, charging and crashing about. For a time, he held off more than a dozen Soldiers single-handedly, and he was so fierce that he even held the upper hand.

Unfortunately, the victory of one person was insignificant. The armies of Xuanyuan and Limu had also gathered, and they began an indiscriminate slaughter. Even those holding wooden sticks in their hands could not avoid a Knife. The smart Slaves threw away the wooden sticks in their hands and lay on the ground with their bellies facing the sky, looking like they were ready to be slaughtered. Only such Slaves would be spared, because they had shown extreme submission and posed no danger.

More people were fleeing, because they discovered that their numerical advantage was completely useless and they simply could not win. Only some of Xingtian's Soldiers were still stubbornly resisting to the death. Those who were originally Soldiers of Changyang Mountain began to run back quickly, shouting: "Protect the Tribal Chief! Protect the Tribal Chief!"

Shennong was already scared witless at this moment and did not even have the courage to go down. The Soldiers around him also had thoughts of abandoning Shennong and slipping away, or rather, capturing Shennong and handing him over to the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribes to secure a chance at survival for themselves.

They did not love Shennong that much. The previous generations of Shennong were all intelligent, wise, and benevolent, but this generation of Shennong was not. When he first succeeded, he still displayed the wisdom and ability a Tribal Chief should have, but as time went on, he began to become irritable, suspicious, and tyrannical, not fitting the status of Shennong at all.

And these Soldiers who had been by Shennong's side for years, although they had gained Shennong's attention, did not mean they lived well. Because Shennong was suspicious, their days were instead spent in trepidation, often having to endure Shennong's sudden outbursts, and death was not far from them. Therefore, where could there be love? It was nothing but fear. Now that there was a greater fear, Shennong could also be used as a bargaining chip.