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The sound of gunfire from the Shenji Battalion at the North Gate shook the surrounding area, not only defeating the enemy in front of them but also spreading throughout the entire battlefield.

At the south gate, the barbarian soldiers, who were fighting desperately, heard the rumbling from their rear and the faint sounds of chaotic battle cries. Their expressions changed drastically.

Grand Camp!

Something happened at the main camp!

Could it be that the Daqian people had another surprise force that circled around to the rear and launched a surprise attack on their camp?

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Morale began to waver.

Their originally fearless offensive involuntarily slowed down.

Many barbarian soldiers began to frequently turn their heads to look north, their faces filled with anxiety and unease.

Inside the central command tent, Huyan Ba ​​was listening to a report on the offensive at the south gate.

When the rumbling came from the north, he was equally alarmed and jumped to his feet.

"What happened? What's going on up north?"

The scout he sent out quickly returned with a look of panic on his face.

"Great Chanyu! Something terrible has happened! The guards at the north gate...they've broken through!"

The scout stammered because of fear.

"They used a fire-breathing sorcery to rout our feinting army! Brothers...they've all been routed!"

"witchcraft?"

Huyan Ba ​​grabbed the scout by the collar, lifted him up, and roared with bloodshot eyes:

"Explain yourself! What exactly is this?!"

The scout was so frightened that he couldn't speak coherently. His mind was filled with the deafening roar and the shooting flames, and he could only repeatedly describe the terrifying scene.

Huyan Ba ​​was both shocked and furious.

He realized that he might have underestimated Su Zhe, this young man, once again.

How many trump cards, unknown to him, are hidden in that guy's sleeve?

Just as he was hesitating about whether to withdraw his troops from the south gate and return to the main camp.

A guard responsible for guarding the main tent rushed in, tumbling and crawling, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Great Chanyu! You...you must go out and see!"

"A fireball is falling from the sky!"

"Fireball?"

Huyan Ba ​​shoved aside the scout in front of him and strode out of the tent.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the capital.

On the towering city walls of the capital, at some unknown time, more than a dozen strangely shaped, black iron-cast gates were pushed out.

Those massive creatures, with their dark, gaping cannon muzzles, resembled steel behemoths ready to devour their prey, overlooking the entire Northern Barbarian camp.

With a command given from the city wall.

Those "big guys" let out angry roars.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Its sound was more than ten times louder than the previous muskets!

The earth trembled slightly at the roar.

Thick smoke and flames spewed from the cannons, and red-hot iron balls, trailing flames, streaked across the night sky like meteors falling from the heavens, crashing into the Northern Barbarian army's camp!

This is another major weapon of the Divine Machine Battalion.

The most terrifying weapon of war in this era—the primitive artillery!

A red-hot cannonball, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, landed with perfect accuracy in the area where the Northern Barbarian army had stored their provisions.

The force smashed the sacks and shattered the grain cart.

Its high temperature immediately ignited the dry hay.

The fire quickly spiraled out of control.

Another cannonball struck the cavalry's stable.

Warhorses are the most precious treasure of nomadic peoples, but also their most timid creatures.

They had never seen or heard such a terrifying sight or sound.

Terrified screams rose and fell.

The frightened warhorses broke their reins and ran wildly around the camp, trampling countless tents and killing countless barbarian soldiers who couldn't escape in time.

More shells landed directly inside the densely packed military tents.

Each landing easily tears apart several tents and the soldiers inside, whether they are resting or in a state of panic.

Flesh and blood, along with fragments of the tent, were thrown into the sky with tremendous force.

In a short period of time, the Northern Barbarian camp was completely engulfed in flames and chaos.

The soldiers wandered around the camp like headless flies.

They can withstand sharp swords and spears, and they can withstand dense crossbow fire.

But they didn't know how to fight against this "divine punishment" that came from the sky.

In their simple worldview, this is the wrath of the Eternal Heaven.

It is the gods who are punishing them.

Fear, the most potent and deadliest poison in the world, spread rapidly through the military camp.

It destroyed the last fighting spirit of these grassland warriors.

Huyan Ba ​​stood there blankly.

He looked at the hellish scene before him, at his compatriots who had been blown to pieces, and at the warriors who were struggling and wailing in the sea of ​​fire.

His proud 400,000-strong pack of wolves on the grasslands has become a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

His body was trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but because of a chill that seeped into my bones.

He finally understood.

From the very beginning, Su Zhe was playing him for a fool.

The so-called show of weakness at the East Gate, the so-called main attack at the South Gate, the so-called inside help within the city—it was all a trap.

Su Zhe's goal was to keep his main force, his 400,000-strong army, firmly entrenched around the city walls.

This would allow this weapon, which he called "divine punishment," to unleash its greatest and most terrifying effects.

Su…Zhe…

Hu Yanba chewed on the name in his heart; every word carried the taste of blood.

Su Zhe stood atop the city tower at the North Gate, coldly observing everything.

The number of cannons was small, and the number of cannonballs was also limited.

But what he wanted was never how many enemies he killed.

What he wanted was to completely destroy the enemy's will.

He wanted all the barbarian soldiers to understand that as long as they dared to gather under the walls of the capital, death could fall from the sky at any moment.

The main camp is in chaos, and a complete rout is only a matter of time.

Su Zhe did not order a pursuit.

He knew that one should not pursue a desperate enemy.

Moreover, he has more important things to do.

He turned around and instructed Wei An beside him:

"Old Wei, let our 'deserter' General Zhang go."

"Tell him the real show is just beginning."

"Now it's his turn to perform."