Thirty flying thunder cannons have been lined up outside the Wengcheng, the north gate of Weizhou City. After calibration, all the flying thunder cannons have been aimed at the wall of Wengcheng.
The Xixia soldiers on the city were looking at those round black things curiously at this moment, and they couldn't figure out what the hell they were.
"General, why don't I lead my cavalry out of the city and snatch a few of those things back to have a look."
"No, the commander-in-chief has an order. Before the true strength of the Song army is known, no one is allowed to go into battle without permission. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed."
The Xixia general wearing the armor finally shook his head and rejected this rather tempting proposal.
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at the horses and traps in Weng City.
Even if the Song army breaks through the gate of Wengcheng and rushes in, it will only become difficult to move even an inch and become a living target for Daxia archers.
At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of drums in the distance, which made the Xixia soldiers listen attentively. Could it be that from the south, the Song army was about to launch an attack?
Lu Qian, who was standing next to the flying thunder cannon array, kept squinting his eyes and calmly waited for the military order to be issued.
Until the sound of the drum came, and soon, a ferocious smile finally appeared on Lu Qian's face.
He raised the flag in his hand, shouted loudly, and then waved it down vigorously.
The gunners of the thirty flying cannons lit the fuses one after another...
Loud noises like thunder came one after another. Behind the flying thunder artillery formation, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty narrowed their eyes in tacit understanding.
The Xixia soldiers on the city stared blankly at the round objects that were suddenly enveloped in thick smoke and fire.
Some people also saw black dots flying into the sky, and then slowly starting to fall.
Before they could react, those little black spots grew from small to large, and then landed on the wall of the Weng City or inside or outside the wall...
Groups of blazing white light, followed by the thick rolling black smoke, and then a transparent gas mask...
Afterwards, after seeing all this, the Xixia soldiers who were standing on the urn city, or on the city gate behind the urn city, saw their vision go dark in the next blink of an eye and lost consciousness.
The same scene was also staged in the south city. The huge explosion, which was enough to shatter the eardrums of creatures within a hundred feet, seemed to be echoing in the north of the city.
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Standing in the southeast corner and confronting Gao Zhang at the foot of the city, Nagoya Yeguang looked at the burly man next to Gao Zhang in bewilderment and listened to the words he roared out.
As the sound of the war drum sounded, Taina Yeguang felt as if he heard the sound of rolling thunder in the distance.
Subconsciously, he raised his eyes and looked at the cloudy sky. It was winter, so it shouldn't be the muffled thunder. It must be that the Song Army was beating drums and demonstrating in other directions.
It's a pity that no matter how loudly you Song people beat the war drum, what can you do...
The corner of his mouth had just turned up, and he was about to taunt Gao Zhang, who had left a serious psychological shadow on him.
The sound of thunder that was like exploding in the ears came and directly caused the Xixia defenders on the city to panic.
When Takano Hikaru turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound with a face filled with surprise and uncertainty.
I saw that the urn city to the south had been shrouded in billowing smoke, and I even saw that the urn city was collapsing...
Taina Yeguang, whose mind was in a mess, rushed towards that direction without hesitation. At this moment, he heard the shouts of his subordinates coming from his ears.
"Capital Commander, look to the north..."
Weina Yeguang turned his head and saw that in the north, also at the city gate, the thick smoke was rolling and rising, changing endlessly like demons and ghosts.
In the end, a mushroom cloud of smoke formed, condensing in the sky and lingering for a long time...
"What's going on, what's going on..."
Angrily, Taina Yeguang rushed to the south gate, looking straight at the urn city that had turned into crumbling ruins.
The collapsed Wengcheng walls blocked the city gate tightly, leaving only a small amount of Wengcheng walls standing thin and bleakly on the ruins.
The air was still filled with choking smoke and dust.
"Du Tongjun... there, those Song people did not know what kind of magic they cast. After the fire flashed, our urn city was gone.
Has General Hu moved the general? There are still many soldiers buried underneath..."
Following the direction of the pale-faced general's big hand, Taina Yeguang carefully looked at the ruins for a long time.
Only then did he see the armor and corpses scattered in the ruins, and even half a corpse, which fell on the open space outside the city more than ten feet away from the Wengcheng.
"Song people, what kind of evil spell did you cast..." Weiming Yeguang's face also turned extremely pale.
"General, general, look over there."
Weina Yeguang turned his head and looked towards the southeast corner of Weizhou City, and saw a huge oval-shaped, round sphere in that direction, rising towards the sky.
Seeing this scene, the Xixia soldiers who had just encountered a landslide-like explosion felt a chill in their hearts...
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"The urns on both sides have collapsed, blocking the Xixia people's way out of the city. As a result, the tens of thousands of Xixia troops and civilians in the city have become turtles in the urn."
"Next, General Laoyao will be here to guard this place. You must not let the Xia army in the city escape."
"In addition, I will leave you thirty thunder cannons, and fire a few cannons at those two city gates every day to scare them so that they cannot clear a convenient passage out of the city."
"Commander Gao, let's let the last general follow you to the Xingqing Mansion... The last general is good at attacking but not good at defending. How about replacing him with another general who is better at defending?"
Yao Xiong looked at Gao Zhang longingly, and then glanced at Zhong Shidao, Yang Weizhong and Zhe Yanzhi.
But these three bastards were either looking up at the sky or looking around, as if they were not familiar with them at all.
Gao Zhang persuaded with a serious look: "General Yao, please don't belittle yourself. You are a veteran of our Song Dynasty's northwest frontier army. Your prestige is here. Only in this way can you control us."
"And you have rich combat experience. If there is any emergency, you can calmly deal with it to stabilize the morale of the army..."
Yao Xiong looked unhappy when he heard this, but he was helpless, but he also knew very well that at the age of sixty-five, he was the oldest among this group of famous generals.
He was even a few years older than Zhong Shidao, not to mention that his nephew Yao Guzhong was highly regarded among the commander-in-chief's army.
At least one of the nephews of the old Yao family followed Marshal Gao to the Xingqing Mansion to make contributions, and Zhong Hao, a son of that kind of teacher, also stayed here as a deputy general.
At this moment, Zhong Hao, who was in his thirties, looked at his father Zhong Shidao with a look of helplessness. His pitiful eyes and expression fell into Yao Xiong's eyes, and he finally felt better.
(End of chapter)
