Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 297 The firepower is still not enough (Thanks to Yong Su for being the Alliance Leader)
Rumble, rumble!

A thunderous roar erupted amidst Wanyan Guanghan's bewildered gaze.

The towering flames dispelled the darkness and illuminated the horrified faces.

If you slow down time, you can even see the moment of the explosion, where a huge fireball forms and engulfs Wanyan Guanghan's body, with the scorching airflow creating a small shockwave along with the explosion.

The first thing to shatter was Wanyan Guanghan's fingers.

Almost the instant the thunderclap shattered, the entire palm also broke into pieces.

Then came Wanyan Guanghan's head, neck, and chest.

The explosion was so close that Wanyan Guangzhi's upper body, along with his warhorse, almost completely bore the brunt of the impact. His mangled body was thrown out, and the unique markings on the thunderbolt caused the outer layer of the cast iron to crack, sending countless fragments flying wildly and recklessly into the surrounding space.

The violent kinetic energy relentlessly destroyed everything around it, even the guards who were still a little distance away from Wanyan Guanghan were all thrown into the air.

In an instant, the wails of agony were deafening, and blood filled the air.

When the flames died down and the shockwave dissipated, all that could be seen were the mangled warhorse and Wanyan Guangzhi's shattered limbs. Even the dozen or so guards around Wanyan Guangzhi were thrown back by the blast. The unlucky ones had their internal organs shattered by the impact and were beyond dead. The luckier ones had shrapnel pierce their skin and embedded themselves in their flesh and bones, screaming in agony on the ground.

This tremendous roar also terrified the other barbarian cavalrymen, who stared wide-eyed, their hearts pounding with fear.

At this moment, they had only two thoughts in their minds:
What kind of power is this? Is it divine lightning descending upon the world?
It's over, the general is dead.

Everyone was stunned. Before they could even react, more thunderbolts, like huge, black hailstones, fell from above.

sizzle sizzle...

boom!
boom!
boom!
Explosions continued incessantly, clusters of flames surged and rolled, and thick smoke billowed violently, vaguely resembling a giant mushroom rising into the air.

Severed limbs were scattered haphazardly in the explosion.

The screams were almost completely drowned out by the sound of the explosion and could not be heard at all.

The Jurchen cavalry's formation collapsed completely in an instant, plunging them into chaos.

The scene was as horrific as hell, with some people's bodies being torn to pieces, turning into tiny chunks of flesh that emitted a pungent aroma as they burned in the flames.
Some people's bodies were thrown away, with no visible injuries on the outside, but their mouths kept spitting out dark red blood and fragments of internal organs, slowly wriggling, and then quickly went still, clearly dead.

Some people had their eyes pierced by metal fragments, their faces covered in blood, and they screamed in agony.

Some people, along with their warhorses, were reduced to ashes, leaving only a huge crater exposed by the blasting of snow on the ground.

The sounds of explosions, crashes, and screams filled the air.

The power of the explosion was undeniable, and quite a few Jurchen barbarians were killed instantly, probably a thousand or two. However, compared to the tens of thousands of Jurchen cavalry, this loss was not enough to cripple them.

But the real disaster has only just begun.

People couldn't understand this mysterious power, and warhorses even less so.

Even the tamed, docile warhorses, hearing such a commotion for the first time, seeing the raging flames, and feeling the violent impact, were instantly thrown off balance by fear. Moreover, the simultaneous explosion of hundreds, even thousands, of thunderbolts created a commotion powerful enough to shake mountains, already terrifying the horses to the point of utter panic. In an instant, the remaining thousands of cavalrymen felt their horses were completely out of control, refusing to move forward no matter how desperately they whipped them.

Some warhorses were wildly swinging their hooves in place, and the riders on them could not keep their balance and were thrown off their backs.

Some warhorses neighed and charged wildly, crashing headfirst into other warhorses, causing them to fall over with a loud thud, their bones broken and their bodies shattered.

Some warhorses, completely unaware of what was on the ground in front of them, raised their hooves high and trampled on the chests and heads of the fallen barbarian cavalrymen with a thud.

His heart shattered instantly.

His head exploded like a watermelon.

The scene was utterly tragic.
This is what is meant by hell on earth.

At a glance, the number of barbarians who died from their warhorses going out of control was probably several times greater than those who were directly blown up.

Looking at the scene before him, Song Yan let out a heavy sigh.

This was the first time gunpowder had been used on the battlefield, and its destructive power far exceeded Song Yan's expectations. He had probably forgotten the chaos caused by the out-of-control warhorses.

Since cannons had not yet been manufactured, thunderclaps could only be thrown by soldiers, who were essentially grenade throwers.

Bomb throwers require professional training; their arm strength and eyesight must reach a certain level. Song Yan had some concerns beforehand, since these bomb throwers had only undergone temporary training for a few days. However, the results so far are good. After all, they are Black Armor Soldiers, who train in armor in the military camp every day, and are also provided with the best possible meals. These Black Armor Soldiers are exceptionally strong.

Of course, there are also disadvantages.

For example, bombardiers cannot be as synchronized as archers, and the grenades they throw are somewhat chaotic.

Many bombardiers chose the same target, resulting in a larger crater on the ground, but also a considerable waste.

Waste is shameful.

Furthermore, the warhorse beneath him, though having undergone several days of training and showing some resistance to the tremendous roar and rising flames, was still not strong enough. It was restless, though not charging recklessly like the warhorses opposite, and the black-armored warrior could barely control it.

Furthermore, the throwing distance of the grenadiers is ultimately somewhat short, only a few dozen paces. Even clad in iron armor, they are still inevitably injured by a volley of arrows... There's nothing that can be done about it; the human body has its limits. Even with enhanced training, the throwing distance can be increased, but increasing it by half or even just a third would likely be the limit. People with innate superhuman strength like Luo Tianyang and Wang Chao are ultimately very rare.

Finally, and most importantly... the explosive power was still a bit insufficient.

Looking at the numerous craters on the ground, some as large as two meters in diameter, others only a meter or even a few tens of centimeters, the damage was still appalling, despite the presence of permafrost. Nowadays, the proportions of gunpowder are essentially the golden ratio; until more powerful explosives are available, perhaps the only option is to increase the amount of explosive.

The only problem is that the amount of explosives has increased, making it heavier, but the throwing distance is shorter. It's really a dilemma.

The earth-shattering explosion and the towering flames were clearly visible even to the foot soldiers behind. They instinctively stopped and stared wide-eyed, bewildered. What was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their comprehension.

What kind of power is this?
Why is the voice like thunder?

Why are there so many flames?

Could it be that someone in Ningguo can summon thunder to descend upon the world?

Under the moonlight, these savage barbarians were pale, their hands gripping their scimitars trembling uncontrollably. Then they saw the cavalrymen at the forefront, some desperately trying to control their horses, fleeing back in disarray; others, their faces blackened, ran wildly across the ground like madmen, glancing back every now and then, as if afraid of being caught by some terrifying thing, their faces contorted with fear... People are always afraid of the unknown. They didn't know what these cavalrymen had encountered, but just hearing the thunderous sound and the flashes of fire, thoughts of divine punishment had already crossed their minds.

If even the cavalry can't hold out, are these infantrymen just going to their deaths?
One by one, they began to retreat, and before long, tens of thousands of infantrymen began a massive rout without even seeing the enemy.

This unexpected turn of events caught Song Yan off guard, and he quickly reached out to stop the black-armored warrior from throwing a second round of attacks.

Thunderclap Bombs are extremely precious, and the current stock is not much. We should save them as much as possible... but it's still too little. If he had 40,000 instead of 4,000, or even 400,000 Thunderclap Bombs, he wouldn't care about so many and would just use them to bombard the ground and cover the area with firepower.

In Song Yan's view, the current Thunderclap Bomb can only be used as a surprise weapon. It can be used to disrupt the enemy's formation, but if it is to completely annihilate the enemy's tens of thousands of troops, even if all four thousand Thunderclap Bombs are thrown, it will be far from enough. Killing ten thousand would be considered lucky.

Regardless, the remaining Jurchen barbarians still have the strength to fight.

In Song Yan's original plan, he would rely on the thunderbolts to disrupt the enemy's formation, and then use the heavy cavalry to break through the enemy's blockade, rush into the royal court and set it on fire. He would burn as much as he could. Without tents to shield them from the cold wind, the Jurchens would not be able to have a comfortable New Year, and countless people would probably freeze to death.

Especially the elderly and young children.

Frankly speaking, this plan is far too insidious and seriously undermines the harmony of nature.

However, the mass death of young children could even lead to the extinction of the barbarian tribes, making it difficult for them to pose a threat to the border for at least one or two decades.

He never expected that a thousand thunderbolts would terrify these Jurchen barbarians so much that they turned and ran without even having the courage to continue fighting.

If you turn and run when faced with cavalry, isn't that just courting death?
"Please draw your swords, everyone."

"Follow me in the charge, those who flee will not be spared, head straight for the royal court."

With a command, four thousand black-armored warriors swiftly collected the remaining thunderbolts, spurred their warhorses, and, wielding steel sabers, gave chase to the barbarians fleeing towards the royal court. While not as fast as light cavalry, they were far faster than those running on foot, and soon caught up with the fleeing soldiers. Song Yan bent low, flicked his spear, and with a sharp slap, the sharp tip pierced through a barbarian's chest. With a powerful swing, the corpse was sent flying.

Such behavior seemed all too familiar to those barbarians; not long ago, they had acted in the same manner across the Central Plains. But who could have imagined that such a calamity would befall them so soon?
Luo Tianyang and Wang Chao, both born with superhuman strength, were even more domineering. They wielded their Mo Dao wildly, severing bodies in half at the waist. Thick blood splattered everywhere, and even the snow began to melt under the heat of their blood.

That's not all. Song Yan even gave a special order to throw out a dozen thunderbolts every now and then. Whenever they landed in the most densely populated area, accompanied by a violent roar, a dozen or even dozens of people would be blown to pieces, screaming in agony.

This scene made the fleeing people even more frightened, and they ran even faster, wishing they had more legs.

Even the black-armored warriors who had fallen from their horses earlier got up from the ground. They walked to their comrades who were lying on the ground and could no longer get up, took the thunderbolts from their waists, and chased after them from behind with steel swords in hand.

……

not far away.

Royal Court.

A large number of barbarians were gathered around the tribe, gazing into the distance and eagerly awaiting what was to come.

They hoped their loved ones would behead the Han people and return victorious.

After all, even in the royal court where resources were relatively abundant, it had been a long time since they had tasted meat.

If we could also seize some supplies to keep warm from those Han people, that would be even better.

However, this wait did not last long before a violent roar came from afar, and even the ground beneath their feet seemed to begin to tremble slightly.

They didn't know what had happened, but felt inexplicably panicked.

Shortly after this terrifying sound, large numbers of cavalry and infantry were seen fleeing back, their former triumphs now replaced by their current disheveled state.

"Run."

"Divine punishment, divine punishment is coming."

"All dead."

"Monsters! Those are monsters!"

(End of this chapter)