and……

"my eyes……"

"My hands...ah...my face..."

In just a few seconds, the explosion was completed. The Yan army at the scene and Zhao Pu who were watching from behind all thought that the attack had passed.

However, those Yan soldiers covered their hands and faces, and the scene was a mess.

When Zhao Pu saw them at the rear, he immediately knew that they had lost their combat effectiveness.

"Huh? What is that?" Zhao Pu stood up and squinted his eyes to look carefully.

Regarding Zhao Pu's question, the chief counselor naturally had nothing to say, because he didn't know that that kind of weapon... couldn't hurt people, right?

So what's going on now?

"Beat the drum and continue to attack the city!" Zhao Pu waved his hand.

The sound of the war drums sounded, urging the Yan army to move forward bravely.

They were really stepping on the corpses of the Yan army in front of them, struggling to set up the siege ladder.

"Shocking thunder!"

Inside the city tower, Zhu Xiuyuan issued a new order, his expression a little ferocious.

Liu Wencai clenched his fists, while Dong Shuzhen, Yan Dashan and others also stared at the battlefield.

The old beggar lying on the beam of the city tower couldn't help but stretch his neck, ready to take a good look at the power of the thunder.

The fiercely burning oil cabinets the day before yesterday left a very deep impression on the old beggar. Even he might not be able to use his skills in the face of rows of fiercely burning oil cabinets...

Thunderbolt is actually the ancient version of "hand grenade".

The outer shell is made of cast iron and filled with black powder.

Light the fuse and throw it out. When the fuse ignites the gunpowder inside, it will explode immediately.

Its sound was as loud as thunder.

This kind of sound is different from the sound of continuous firecrackers. It is more shocking. It is like a muffled thunder exploding in front of you, which makes people's internal organs shake.

At the same time, the cast iron shell that was torn apart by the explosion will turn into sharp shrapnel, wreaking havoc on the enemy on the battlefield.

Compared with modern weapons, the power of this thunder is not great.

Because it is limited to black powder, it is far inferior to modern explosives.

However, the splintered cast iron shell can easily pierce the armor.

Shrapnel and armor, these two things are far from the same order of magnitude!

Zhu Xiuyuan has actually tested that the effective killing range of a thunderbolt can reach a radius of two feet!

For the sake of Yang Wei and to frighten the Yan army's courage, Zhu Xiuyuan decided to use thunderbolts intensively, killing and injuring many, severely damaging the morale of the Yan army.

The Jiangzhou garrison received the order and took out the Thunder Thunder. The Yan army was rushing forward with all their strength.

The defenders of Jiangzhou lit the thunder fuse, and the Yan army was already setting up a long siege ladder.

When the Jiangzhou defenders received the order to throw thunderbolts down together, the Yan army had already climbed up the long siege ladder for more than ten feet.

Boom!

A thunderbolt was thrown from the city wall and hit the shoulder of a Yan soldier on the siege ladder.

The sky-shaking thunder was made of pig iron. It was thrown from a high altitude and was considered heavy. However, when it hit the Yan Jun's shoulder, it only made him stagger and did not fall off the siege ladder.

"What kind of thing is so small and wants to hurt me?"

The soldier cursed secretly and shook the shoulder that was hit.

However, when he raised his head and continued to climb, he found a black spot in the sky that was falling rapidly.

The soldier was immediately horrified, thinking that if so many small things were smashed down, they could still kill people.

Before he could finish his thoughts, a thunderbolt hit him quickly and hit him on the top of his head...

He was groggy, feeling that his body was falling and his head was in severe pain, but he still retained a trace of clarity.

He knew that he was about to die. Even if he was not crushed to death by the Jiangzhou defenders, he would be trampled to death by the rest of the Yan army.

It is said that the moment before a person dies will be very long. His life experiences, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, various fragments, unforgettable details, etc., will all flash before his eyes one by one like a movie.

However, this soldier of the Yan Kingdom was unlucky. His "life movie" was interrupted before it even started.

Falling with him were countless black spots.

When it was less than a foot away from the ground, that moment seemed to be only a short moment, but also seemed to be endless.

He saw it.

The small black dots exploded one after another, and only the flames were seen. The surrounding air was violently turbulent. The scene was like the end of the world, so terrible and terrifying.

His whole body seemed to be bathed in a hot spring composed of flames.

Is it loud?

Perhaps, the soldier saw the substantial ripples of sound, like ripples.

But, he couldn't hear it.

Maybe it was because his ears were broken, or maybe it was because the time was too short.

He couldn't help but think too much. What followed immediately after the explosion was... things shooting in all directions!

He didn't know what those things were, he just felt that they were very fast, cutting through the air rapidly, and scattering in all directions at a speed "visible to the naked eye".

Is it an illusion?

He actually saw that the scattered things gradually turned red, like burning iron, and there seemed to be a kind of green smoke coming out!

It must be an illusion!

At the same time, there was a reaction all over his body, which was a strange reaction to welcome death.

Because he saw at least dozens of those things shooting towards him.

There was no way to escape, he knew it in his heart.

It seemed like a moment, or it seemed like hundreds of years. He was in a trance. He felt like he was drowning and suffocating, and he couldn't breathe.

Finally, dozens of things shot out and penetrated his chest, abdomen, legs, feet, and forehead.

His last thought was: What on earth was that?

Then he lost consciousness, his eyes went dark, and his mind went blank...

The rear of the Yan army.

puff!

The fourth prince of the Yan Kingdom opened his mouth and spurted out a blood arrow again...

The counselors and soldiers beside him immediately recovered from the shock. They were frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Retreat the troops and retreat with the money!" The counselor supported Zhao Puji and shouted.

This time Zhao Pu did not say anything to stop him, because after he spat out the bloody arrow, he fainted and was already unconscious.

If the general faints and cannot continue to command the battle, why not withdraw his troops and wait?

not to mention……

After the tragic scene just now, after the explosion, at least thousands of Yan troops fell at the same time!

That kind of weapon is too terrifying, almost on par with a fire-breathing weapon!

We can no longer continue to die!

With the sound of gongs, the Yan army retreated.

Like the ebbing tide, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After repelling the Yan army once again, the city walls of Jiangzhou naturally erupted in joy...

Not to mention how the Jiangzhou defenders celebrated joyfully, but only about Zhao Pu. He was bleeding and unconscious on the battlefield. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day.

It was the seventh day since the Yan army attacked the city.
Chapter completed!