"The enemy is advancing very fast. Let's try to fire another round of artillery before they arrive."

None of the commanders expected that the enemy's million-strong serf army would move so quickly.

These serf soldiers charged forward, shouting as they went.

The cannons fired at them, and even as some fell, they kept crawling forward.

After all, all we need to do is take down one of their opponents.

They would then receive a reward of 500 silver dollars.

This was an astronomical figure for serfs.

Soon, before the gunners could even fire a second shot, a cacophony of gunfire erupted.

A hail of bullets flew over.

The two sides began firing at each other.

A plume of smoke rose up.

Many people fell on both sides.

However, the fighting prowess displayed by these serf soldiers was truly astonishing to the enemy.

Although even more serf soldiers fell, those who came after were not afraid of death at all.

They carried their guns and ran forward at breakneck speed.

Even if they were hit by bullets by chance, it would not slow down their march.

They ran while shouting loudly.

The gleaming bayonets in front of the wall shone brightly in the sunlight, radiating a chilling light.

They covered a distance of several hundred meters in an instant.

They rushed over, fired a shot, and then began stabbing each other with their bayonets.

The two groups of people collided rapidly, like two floods bursting their banks.

The sounds of bayonets piercing flesh echoed continuously.

These serfs were not afraid of death; they were born with a worthless life.

Now Jiang Tian has given them land, money, women, houses... For these things alone, these serfs will risk their lives.