Cao Hong comforted himself that the cannon is just a mutated catapult at the moment, so what should I be afraid of?

That's right, it's not worth fearing at all!

Then what am I afraid of?

No, I'm not afraid at all!

Cao Hong shook off the guard's hand and took a deep breath. Even though the smell around him was not so good, even though his legs and feet were still shaking slightly, he could already stand firm and his breathing became smoother again.

『Calculate the losses! Treat the injured!" Cao Hong shouted, "The forward line is forward and avoid the gap! Be careful that the cavalry and horses take the opportunity to attack!"

The soldiers of Cao's army were revived after having the backbone, but before they had completely restored the stable order, some lights and fires suddenly flashed in the distance of Niutouyuan...

After being covered by crossbow arrows and artillery, the soldiers of the Cao army were more or less frightened, and suddenly became restless. Everyone raised their shields and clenched their swords and guns, ready to face the attack from the darkness.

『Puchi, sir... sir... sir... sir... sir... 』

But this time, it is not a weapon of destruction.

A strange, strange, but colorful fireworks splattered in the night sky. Countless silver, gold, purple, and red light spots formed a gorgeous light in the night sky that Cao Jun and others had never seen in their lifetime.

These colorful brilliances are like elves, competing for glory with the stars in the sky, or playing in the sky, and then disappearing in an instant, leaving only the afterimages in their eyes, and they are unwilling to leave for a long time.

The soldiers of Cao's army widened their eyes and opened their mouths, like dumb geese, raised their heads, looked at the fireworks and the colorful colors blooming.

The Cao army camp in the distance was also alarmed, and even made a louder sound than the previous artillery fire. It was a buzzing sound, and countless eyes were staring at this sky, chasing the moments of light and gorgeous light and shadow, as if pursuing the meaning of their life...

Zhu Ling was almost lost in the gorgeous fireworks, but the pungent smell of gunpowder reminded him that he was still in the dangerous range, and kicked his subordinates who were almost unable to walk, trotted all the way and returned along the same route.

Without the influence of the heavy objects carried by Zhu Ling and others, they quickly walked along the simple centipede ladder and sneaked into the gap. Then, they shook the centipede ladder below, pulled them off the soil wall one by one, tied them together, and then ran along the gap to the opposite side.

Zhu Ling never expected that the items he and his subordinates would actually be this type of "weapon"...

But suddenly, he also had some insights.

Beauty is actually a kind of power.

This power does not require words, race, or justice for Confucius and Mencius. It will not differ because of men, women, age and young. It is a force that can directly impact the soul, even on this bloody battlefield.

Perhaps it is the bloody battlefield that makes the fireworks look even more thrilling and beautiful.

While Zhu Ling and others were climbing along the rope ladder thrown by the people on Linzhiyuan, a batch of fireworks were ignited on the side of Linzhiyuan. So in the night sky, another whole patch of dreamy colors rose into the air, splashing, jumping, and rotating in the night sky, which once again attracted the attention of everyone on both sides of the gulf...

Zhu Ling looked up and smiled a big smile, then accelerated his pace, grabbed a hand that stretched out from the gap, and flipped onto the ground of the earthen plateau.

In the distance, a large group of loud soldiers gathered on a raised mound, surrounding their hands at their mouths and shouting horns.

『Three, two, one!』

"The thunderbolts bid farewell to the old year, and the fire trees and silver flowers welcome the new year!"

After pausing for a moment, he repeated this sentence in the brilliance of fireworks.

Fireworks bloom above the head, and words echo in the ears.

The people on both sides of the gulf were vaguely seen by the fireworks, but for some reason, no one wanted to continue fighting or wave weapons at the other party. Even Cao Hong and others who had just been attacked seemed to be stunned and forgot everything...

Power and beauty.

It's about as strong as it is.

The fireworks are gorgeous and eventually disappear.

After returning to the darkness, the soldiers under the cavalry shouted one after another in the darkness:

『Thank you for your hard work, Prime Minister!』

『Happy New Year, Prime Minister!』

"It's gone, it's gone..."

"Don't stand stupidly, there are no gifts..."

"Everything is back! Remember to report your safety to your family..."

Then there were bursts of laughter and laughter, accompanied by the cheers of the cavalrymen above and below Tongguan City, gradually fading away...
Chapter completed!