Chapter 209: This Is a Slaughter

"Distribute the firecrackers, quickly, quickly, quickly..."

The artillery were positioned one after another, and soldiers brought up box after box.

The firecrackers stored here were the ones mixed with lime.

In Zhao Xu's view, using this to deal with the Northern Di would be very effective.

The Wangfu Army were naturally no strangers to these things; one by one, they picked up firecrackers from the boxes, lit them on the torches held by the artillerymen, and threw them down.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The firecrackers immediately exploded beneath the city walls.

White smoke covered an area of Northern Di soldiers.

Zhao Xu broke into a cold sweat; their arrival had clearly stimulated the Northern Di.

The charging Northern Di soldiers were as dense as fish squeezed together.

Although these modified firecrackers had little lethality, sometimes the effect was even better than artillery.

Sure enough.

The Northern Di soldiers who entered this area didn't feel anything at first, but immediately after, they clutched their eyes and screamed in pain.

Having lost their sight, they wandered through the dense crowd like headless flies, hindering the advance of other Northern Di soldiers.

As more and more Northern Di soldiers lost their sight, chaos appeared beneath the city walls.

Obstructed by these Northern Di soldiers who had lost their direction and were wandering about, the Northern Di's offensive was delayed.

The Northern Di soldiers on the city wall were fighting with the Wangfu Army when they suddenly discovered that their reinforcements behind them were becoming fewer and fewer.

Having lost support, they were quickly killed or driven back by the Wangfu Army and the soldiers of Yan Wang.

For a time, there was a situation on the city wall where there were no Northern Di soldiers.

The generals of Yanguan were left dumbfounded; the looks they cast toward Yan Wang were different now.

Now, they finally believed that Yan Wang defeating the Northern Di was not due to luck, but real, solid strength.

Seeing the Northern Di soldiers on the city wall cleared away, Mo Yu laughed uncontrollably.

After Zhao Xu climbed onto the city wall, his heart had been tense the whole time.

This was his first time personally experiencing such a large-scale war.

Seeing that his method was effective, after his excitement passed, he immediately calmed his mood and said to Chang Wei, "Let them taste our artillery!"

"Yes, Your Highness," Chang Wei said loudly.

Calling over a messenger, he conveyed Zhao Xu's order.

"Grape shot," Chang Wei continued to order.

Now, he had mastered when to use grape shot and when to use solid shot.

At this moment, with the Northern Di soldiers crowded beneath the city, it was naturally the best time to use grape shot.

"Ready!"

The artillerymen raised their hands one by one, indicating that they had loaded the cannonballs and could light the fuses at any time.

At this, Chang Wei ordered to fire.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Over a hundred artillery pieces fired in succession.

Firelight and white smoke erupted from the muzzles.

Instantly, clusters of blood mist splashed beneath the city, and Northern Di soldiers fell in rows in an instant.

At the same time, the loud noise terrified the charging Northern Di soldiers, and they stopped where they were, not daring to move again.

"Sss..." In the Northern Di army.

Although they were over three hundred meters away, the warhorse Enke was sitting on still uneasily raised its hooves, wanting to flee.

Under Enke's pulling and soothing, the horse gradually calmed down.

It was the same for Bo'ertie and the others; Lamu was even thrown off his horse, looking very disheveled.

Bo'ertie's face turned deathly pale.

He saw the tragic situation beneath the city; the Northern Di soldiers were like they had been hit by a spell, and after every loud noise, a dozen or twenty soldiers would fall down at once.

After the series of loud noises, one or two thousand men had fallen beneath the city wall.

The death of so many Northern Di soldiers made his eyes instantly turn blood-red.

Even during the Ningjin Battle of that year, there had not been so many Northern Di soldiers slaughtered like this.

"What kind of firearm is that, Enke? Why did you not receive any information at all?" Lamu climbed back onto his horse and cast an angry gaze toward Enke.

He believed this was Enke's responsibility.

Enke stammered, "The Yuan Family didn't even know about this; Yan Wang has always been cunning, perhaps he has been hiding this kind of firearm all along."

Sa'erge looked at the angry-faced Boketie and said, "Great Administrator, what should we do now?"

"We have lost so many soldiers,

we absolutely cannot just let it go. The Yanguan soldiers are being attacked from both sides by us and the Yuan Family soldiers; their strength must be greatly damaged now. Even if Yan Wang has arrived, what can his mere tens of thousands of men do? Attack, continue to attack, we must take Yanguan!"

After a pause, he continued, "Send out all the Servant Soldiers; let them go and block that firearm."

"Yes, Great Administrator," Lamu and Sa'erge nodded.

They turned and left, and before long, the sound of mournful horns rang out.

Driven by the Supervision Team, the Servant Soldiers broke away from the formation and approached the city wall.

"Kill!"

Bursts of roaring sounds arose, and along a five-hundred-meter front, the Northern Di soldiers surged toward Yanguan once again like a black torrent.

On the walls of Yanguan City.

Zhao Xu's eyes narrowed.

The Northern Di have quite the determination to breach Yanguan this time.

The appearance of the Artillery only caused them a brief moment of chaos.

Following that, they still chose to continue their attack.

It seems Yanguan is destined to become a meat grinder between Great Song and the Northern Di.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The roar of the Artillery responded to the Northern Di's attack.

Zhao Xu said to Chang Wei, "Order twenty Artillery to switch to Solid Shot and fire at the Northern Di battle formation."

He could naturally tell that those charging over now were all Northern Di Servant Soldiers.

If the real Northern Di soldiers wanted to stand in the back and watch the show, how could he let them have their way?

Moreover, because they were on the city wall, they held the high ground, and the Artilleryman had an excellent field of vision.

It was certainly possible to take care of some important areas of the Northern Di battle formation.

Chang Wei had been searching the Northern Di army for the location of the Northern Di commander.

Now, he saw four Northern Di generals dressed differently.

Responding with a "Yes," he issued the order to the Artilleryman.

Coming behind one piece of Artillery, he pointed to the middle of the Northern Di battle formation and said, "See those few people over there? Fire hard at that spot for me."

The Artillerymen nodded, slightly adjusted the muzzle, and aimed at the Northern Di battle formation.

Then they loaded a Solid Shot into the muzzle.

Once the Artillerymen of all twenty guns knew the target for the bombardment, Chang Wei issued the order.

"Fire!" Chang Wei shouted loudly.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Twenty pieces of Artillery spat tongues of fire.

But this time, the Cannonballs did not fly toward the Servant Soldiers swarming under the city, but flew directly into the Northern Di battle formation three hundred meters away.

Twenty Cannonballs landed in the army and immediately brought up a rain of blood.

The orderly Northern Di battle formation immediately developed twenty empty columns.

All the Northern Di soldiers in those columns were either crushed to death by the Cannonballs or lost their limbs, with blood splattering everywhere.

One Cannonball narrowly grazed Lamu's face as it flew past.

Then he heard a chorus of screams erupt behind him.

Turning his head back, he saw that a column of soldiers to his side and rear had all fallen into a pool of blood.

Some Northern Di soldiers were directly torn limb from limb by the impact, their flesh and internal organs mixed into a mess.

Even though he considered himself brave, he still felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Enke, Sa'erge, and Boketie were likewise filled with terror.

They had thought that those firearms could only hit the short distance below the city.

But now they were completely wrong; this thing could hit a very long distance.

Before they had recovered from their panic, suddenly there was another round of cannon fire.

The four of them trembled in their hearts once again.