Chapter 210: The Great Retreat

"Ah... ah..."

The black afterimages of cannonballs landed near them once again.

Hundreds more soldiers died, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

A spray of moist matter landed on their faces.

They reached out to wipe it away, only to find it was bright red blood.

"Great Administrator." Just then, a soldier came from behind, holding a black sphere stained red with blood.

Boketie picked up the sphere, feeling its heavy weight in his hand.

This thing was actually made of solid iron.

Realizing this, his heart grew even more fearful.

The Northern Di are not afraid of death, but that is when facing each other, fighting with real blades and spears.

But now, they were like cattle and sheep penned together, waiting to be slaughtered.

This feeling was completely different.

It was a terror that left one even more powerless to resist.

"Great Administrator, they seem to be targeting us." Lamu's voice could not help but tremble.

Sa'erge nodded, "We had best separate now..."

Before he could finish, a loud boom erupted from the top of the city wall.

Sa'erge only saw a black object fly like lightning into the line of soldiers in front of him.

Immediately, a soldier was smashed into a pulp of meat; the black object did not stop upon hitting the solid ground, but instead bounced and flew up again.

This time, it grew larger and larger in his pupils.

He did not even feel the slightest pain; his consciousness instantly returned to darkness.

Enke was splattered with blood; Boketie wiped his face, his hand covered in milky-white matter.

He turned his head stiffly; Sa'erge's headless corpse slowly toppled over.

At this moment, Boketie could no longer remain calm, and he shouted: "Retreat immediately."

Having said this, he immediately reined in his horse and headed toward the rear of the army formation.

Seeing this, Enke and Lamu followed suit.

Yanguan.

Chang Wei clenched his fist tightly, "Your Highness, one was killed."

The artillerymen were even more excited than Chang Wei, dancing and gesturing one by one.

Without a doubt, these four were definitely high-ranking generals of the Northern Di.

Zhao Xu laughed heartily; he had seen it too, that solid cannonballs would bounce and attack after landing, which was one of the terrifying aspects of solid shot.

However, the accuracy of the smoothbore cannon was still very poor; it was lucky to hit one person in three rounds of fire.

He said to the artillery squad that had fired this shot: "Well done, when we return to Yancheng, this Prince will surely reward you heavily."

Pausing, he continued: "Don't be happy yet, keep firing hard for me, just fire into the Northern Di army formation."

Hearing this, the artillerymen set aside their excitement and aimed at the Northern Di army formation once again.

The other artillerymen were naturally not idle at this time, as grape shot after grape shot was fired at the foot of the city, causing heavy casualties among the Servant Soldiers for a time.

The fighting spirit of these Servant Soldiers was not as high as that of the Northern Di soldiers to begin with.

Now, facing the bombardment of the Artillery directly, they soon collapsed.

Chang Wei noticed this and ordered the artillery to bombard the Supervision Team behind the Servant Soldiers.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Northern Di Supervision Team was already terrified by the hellish scene before their eyes.

They had never fought a battle like this, suffering massive casualties without even making contact with the enemy.

This was no longer a war, but a massacre.

So when the fate of the Servant Soldiers befell them, and dozens of supervision soldiers were instantly killed, they immediately fell into a collapse.

Seeing the Supervision Team scatter, the Servant Soldiers had even less heart to fight and retreated one after another.

At this time, Chang Wei had the artillerymen switch entirely to solid shot, chasing the Northern Di as they fought.

For a time, the Northern Di army formation fell into chaos.

"Have the soldiers all retreat, withdraw five miles." Boketie shouted as he rode his horse a distance away; he finally realized that they could not win this war in a short time.

Not only him, but he also saw the fear in the Northern Di soldiers within the army formation.

This was something he had never seen in all these years.

Enke showed an expression of disbelief, "Great Administrator, retreat five miles?"

In this battle, the Black Iron Royal Tent had lost nearly seventy percent of its strength.

Now that Boketie was saying to retreat, he could not accept it no matter what.

Boketie's gaze was gloomy, and he said to Enke: "This was caused by your stupidity; can you still not see the power of this kind of firearm now? I must report this matter to the Khan."

A surge of resentment rose in Enke's heart.

He was also angry at why he had not obtained this information in advance.

Seeming to recall something, Boketie continued: "Do you know about the war in the Extreme North?"

Enke nodded.

"Then do you know that those enemies only numbered a little over eight thousand?" Boketie continued.

"Eight thousand people!" Enke showed a look of surprise, "It is said that the Khan used the strength of an entire Royal Tent to defeat them."

"That's right, I just remembered, it is rumored that these enemies also used a kind of firearm that could emit loud noises and had great power," Boketie said.

Fear was one part of it; it was precisely because he thought of this that he decided to stop the offensive entirely.

Yan Wang's firearms were too similar to the firearms he had heard rumors about.

He needed to report to the Khan, and then decide whether to continue the attack.

Although Enke was unwilling, seeing that Boketie's expression was serious, he could only glare hatefully at Yanguan and say no more.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

As their voices fell, the loud noises came again.

Over a hundred black afterimages fell into the army formation this time, and the soldiers' screams rose one after another.

The soldiers were terrified.

He even heard the crying of some Northern Di soldiers.

Aside from this kind of firearm.

What exactly was that drifting white mist?

Before figuring that out, it would undoubtedly be foolish for them to continue the attack.

"Retreat, quickly retreat." Lamu's expression was fearful; he had not yet recovered from the terror of Sa'erge's death.

At this moment, Boketie ordered the Northern Di soldiers beside him to blow the horn for retreat.

Amidst the loud noises on the ramparts of Yanguan City, the Northern Di army formation turned their front to the rear and scattered toward the north.

On the ramparts of Yanguan City.

Seeing the Northern Di army retreat, both soldiers and generals let out a massive cheer.

"The Northern Di troops have retreated."

"The Northern Di troops have retreated."

"..."

The Yanguan soldiers hugged each other and wept with joy.

Some Yanguan soldiers even grabbed the Wangfu Army soldiers, tossing them up and catching them to express their gratitude.

For a time, the entire Yanguan was filled with laughter.

Of course, there were also many soldiers weeping with joy.

The cruel battle had finally come to an end.

"Your Highness, we, the humble generals, thank you!" Mo Yu, leading a group of Yanguan generals, knelt before Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu was also excited inside.

Although he did not know if the Northern Di would continue to attack, at least the Northern Di people had made a great retreat.

This point was enough to prove that they were afraid.

With time to catch their breath, the Yanguan soldiers could rest and reorganize, then continue to fight again.

Otherwise, the high-intensity combat would have been enough to exhaust them.

Seeing the generals with excited expressions, Zhao Xu said in an incomparably pretentious manner: "This Prince is an Imperial Prince of the Great Song; protecting the safety of our Great Song's Yanguan is this Prince's duty, why the need for thanks."

Hearing this, the Yanguan soldiers looked at the brightly armored Yan Wang, and under the illumination of the sunlight, they suddenly felt that Yan Wang seemed to be glowing.

Instantly, a feeling of reverence for Yan Wang welled up in their hearts.