"Generals, the range of this heartless cannon is almost three times that of a bow and arrow, and the explosion is so powerful that it can create a large crater three or four feet wide."
"And the surrounding enemies will be violently shocked. The prince and I once killed a two-hundred-pound wild boar. When we opened the pig's belly, the internal organs were almost shattered."
The rest of the people didn't believe that this heartless cannon could be so powerful. Only Tian Ying saw the huge power of this heartless cannon with his own eyes. A large gap was opened in the enemy's camp with one shot.
Mo Yu asked curiously: "Brother Dayong, I wonder what materials this heartless cannon is made of?"
This should be a matter of concern to everyone. If such a powerful artillery can be mass-produced, Xiguan can be defended even with an army of 500,000, not to mention an army of 100,000.
However, Dayong would not tell them the real situation. Dayong smiled mysteriously and said: "Gold!"
"Gold?" Mo Yu cried out.
Everyone was stunned for a while. This small package didn't look like it was made of gold.
"Yes, gold. My prince said that once the cannon is fired, there will be ten thousand taels of gold." Dayong said proudly.
Everyone can hear that Dayong is using an analogy, and he just means that the materials for making heartless cannons must be quite precious.
Tian Ying couldn't help but sigh and said: "Hey, I didn't expect this thing to be so expensive. It seems that it will be difficult to assemble more."
After hearing these words, everyone's burning enthusiasm gradually dimmed.
Lu Biao looked at Dayong and asked, "How many more are there in the palace?"
"No, it's all here. The prince asked me to bring everything." Wang Dayong shook his head and said.
Due to a busy night, the soldiers who went out to attack the camp were exhausted physically and mentally. Lu Biao asked everyone to go back and rest.
At the same time, the retreating Jie army paused twenty miles away from the entrance of Xiguan Valley. Shile, the great Khan of the Jie tribe, and several tribal leaders sat around on a piece of grass.
In the distance, a Jie tribe soldier ran up on a flying horse. He dismounted and came to the front of Shi Le, the Jie tribe's great khan. He knelt down on one knee and said.
"Reporting to the Great Khan, the number of casualties has been calculated. More than 4,000 soldiers died in the battle, and more than 3,000 were burned by the fire."
After hearing this was the soldier's reward, Shi Le couldn't help coughing twice.
"Khan, take care of yourself! Although more than 4,000 people were killed, the casualties were not too great. The soldiers all escaped in time." Utanjida, the leader of the Wutan tribe, said with concern.
Shi Le waved his hand to indicate that he was fine! Although it is bad news, it is not too bad.
He originally thought that such a huge fire would cost at least 20,000 to 30,000 people, but now only 4,000 people were lost, which was considered a blessing among misfortunes.
"Have you found out what made that huge noise?" Shi Le asked the soldier kneeling aside.
"According to a patrolling soldier's recollection, it was a package-like object with sparks that was thrown in from outside the camp. The object landed on a tent with sparks, and then exploded. Along with the fire, the entire tent instantly be destroyed"
"Moreover, the ten soldiers in the camp were blown to pieces almost instantly, and their limbs were scattered everywhere. The tragic situation is indescribable."
The leaders couldn't help but become nervous as they listened to the soldiers' reports.
"Is this a new weapon made by the Daxia people? It's so powerful." Tugoda Mi, who had been ambushed before, said.
Shi Le looked at Tu Dami leisurely and asked, "You may have seen this kind of weapon when you were ambushed in the canyon?"
"No, when we encountered an ambush in the direction of Daijun Canyon, it was just that a large number of rolling wood and rocks rolled down the mountain. Due to the narrow terrain, the soldiers could not escape, which caused huge casualties."
"Since they have such powerful weapons, why don't they use them? If this weapon is used in a narrow valley, I'm afraid your Tugodami tribe will be completely destroyed." Utanjida.
Hearing this, Tugoda couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back. He knew that these words were by no means alarmist.
In such a terrain environment, if a large number of these weapons were thrown into the canyon, all the warriors of the Dami tribe would be killed in less than an hour.
Utanjida looked at Shile, the great Khan of the Jie clan who was in deep thought, and asked: "Great Khan, it may not be easy to go south this time. The Daxia people have new weapons, and the Western Pass is easy to defend and difficult to attack, not as good as us..."
Utanjida didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already obvious. He wanted to retreat.
Shi Le ignored Utanjida, but turned to the soldier and continued to ask: "How many times did the sound of explosions occur?"
"Hui Dahan, it only happened twice, once with two sounds." The soldier replied.
After listening to the words of the Jie soldiers, and thinking of what happened to the Tugedami tribe, Shi Le suddenly laughed: "Hahaha."
No one understood why Shi Le was laughing. Tugoda Mi dared to ask: "Why is the Great Khan laughing?"
"Think about it, they didn't use this kind of weapon when Tugodami was ambushed, and when we were attacked, there were only two explosions. What does that mean?
Utanjida seemed to have thought of something, so he said: "What does the Khan mean that they don't have that many weapons at all?"
"Yes, if this kind of weapons were put into our camp in large numbers, our soldiers would have been killed and injured long ago."
Tugoda Mi quickly flattered: "What the Great Khan said is absolutely true! As long as the Great Khan gives the order, I will slaughter all the tribes to Xiguan to avenge the dead warriors."
Shi Le looked at this subordinate who was similar to his own age. Although he was defeated miserably in the first battle, it did not dampen his morale. Instead, it made him more motivated to fight.
As warriors of the Jie tribe, they never regard death as the end of life. They believe that death is a ritual leading to the gods. This is the case for Sharzhu and the same is true for Tugodami.
"Pass my order, and the army will reorganize immediately, rebuild siege equipment, and attack Xiguan with all its strength in three days." Shi Le was not intimidated by the failure in front of him. He, like others, liked challenges.
He looked in the direction of Xiguan. He believed that only such an enemy could make him feel that killing was valuable. Taking Xiguan and massacring the Central Plains was the wish of every grassland hero. Some of them succeeded, and some Failed.
Shi Le's father succeeded, but when he came to him, he failed and was driven back to the grassland. He was unwilling to accept it and wanted to regain his own glory.
The Jie tribe's army re-camped twenty miles away, far away from the mountains to prevent the enemy from sneak attacks again. At the same time, multiple sentries were arranged to guard against surprise attacks.
