Everyone nodded in agreement.

Soon, all the muskets and cannons outside the camp were aimed at the barbarians who were surging in.

Soon, the barbarians were within firing range.

Han Xin waved his command flag and roared.

"Fire."

With Han Xin's command.

More than 500 artillery pieces fired simultaneously.

The booming sound of cannons filled the air.

The cannonballs traced graceful arcs through the air, flying precisely into the midst of the barbarians.

The deafening sound of cannons echoed throughout the valley.

King Ashoka, who was far away, had no idea what was happening. At that moment, he only felt the ground shaking.

The deafening roar of the cannons made his eardrums ache.

Ashoka and his men were completely bewildered; they had no idea what was happening.

To him, the deafening roar of the cannons was louder than thunder in summer.

"What exactly is going on?"

Immediately afterwards, a violent explosion occurred among these northern barbarians.

In an instant, the shockwave from the towering explosion sent the barbarians flying in all directions.

The shrapnel from the explosion, the easy rumors, the bodies of some barbarians—these barbarians were being blown to bits along the way, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.

"Why is it thundering all of a sudden? What's going on?"

Then they saw...

Those places where the northern barbarians charged in.

The ground was ablaze with fire.

The barbarians suffered heavy casualties.

Two hundred cannons fired simultaneously.

They were blown up instantly, killing thousands of barbarians.

The gunners resolutely and continuously fired shells according to orders.

A series of thunderous explosions resounded. The barbarians surged forward like a tidal wave.

They were all blown up and looked terrible.

However, these barbarians lived up to their reputation as barbarians; despite suffering heavy casualties, they continued to surge forward like a tide.

The booming sound of cannons continued to ring out.

After tracing graceful arcs through the air, the cannonballs landed among the barbarian horde.

Another round of explosions rang out.

The explosion illuminated the entire sky.

These barbarians were blown to pieces, with limbs and torn pieces scattered everywhere.

Even so, they did not back down.

Soon, some of these barbarians rushed to a place only three or four hundred meters away from the military camp.

All the musketeers raised their muskets and aimed at the barbarians charging from afar.

"Gunmen, get ready."

"Listen to my orders and prepare to fire."

Li Cunxiao's Yuwang Divine Spear was aimed at the will of these barbarians.

Under the moonlight, everyone aimed intently.

No one dared to be negligent in the slightest. At this moment, their most important task was to quickly eliminate these barbarians in front of them.

As these barbarians drew ever closer.

Li Cunxiao roared.

Open fire!

Snap snap snap snap snap snap snap...

Snap snap snap snap... Snap snap snap...

A chorus of crisp gunshots rang out.

These barbarians who were near the military camp were shot down one after another.

The barbarian in front quickly fell to the ground, and the barbarians behind him charged forward.

They came in waves.

However, no matter how hard they charged, they couldn't get close to the military camp.

These savages fell to the ground in droves.

These people fell like wheat harvested by a sickle, in droves.

However, these barbarians are indeed barbarians.

Although these guys suffered heavy casualties, not one of them backed down.

These guys kept coming, one after another, like a tidal wave.

Their corpses were scattered all over the ground north of the military camp.

At this moment, King Ashoka and his men were watching from the mountain.

These guys were all stunned.

Just now they were still trying to rush forward.

But now they no longer had the courage to rush forward; everyone just stood there, stunned.

"What's going on? Do they have magic? Did they even invite Thor?"

"But it's a sunny day now, and there's a moon in the sky. Even if Thor came, it should be a cloudy day now."

But what exactly was that loud sound just now? It was even louder than thunder!

"Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, I think we should retreat as soon as possible. We can't stay here any longer; if we stay here, we'll only be heading towards death."

"The enemy is truly terrifying. These barbarians are fearless and charge forward recklessly, yet they are still far from the enemy's camp."

Seeing the endless piles of corpses falling, Ashoka and his men were completely bewildered and terrified. They had no idea what method Han Xin had used to bring down all the enemy soldiers on the spot.

Han Xin and his ilk seemed to possess powerful magic.

This is what scares the other person the most and what makes them feel most devastated.

At this very moment, nearly half of these barbarians, a total of 100,000, had died!

Just moments ago, these barbarians were charging forward fearlessly, but now they were terrified. They realized that even if they charged forward recklessly, they were helpless.

These barbarians, with their strength, were utterly unable to break through Han Xin's defenses. At this very moment, Han Xin, holding a telescope, strolled about as if taking a leisurely walk.

Han Xin watched as hordes of barbarians collapsed in front of his camp. He nodded in satisfaction. He needed to teach these barbarians a lesson; otherwise, who knew what they might do?

Many barbarians retreated, and at that moment, the barbarian king, seeing this, flew into a rage. In his view, barbarians should advance relentlessly and never retreat.

If his men retreat...

The fighting capacity of the remaining men was predictable, which would certainly affect morale.

The barbarian king roared loudly, waving his enormous eyes.

"Pass this down: No one is allowed to retreat. Anyone who dares to retreat without authorization will be killed without exception."

"Keep charging forward! Once we break through their lines, we can kill them all."

"These people are a bunch of idiots. Charge forward! Anyone who retreats will be killed on sight."

No matter how much the barbarians roared, many still retreated from the front, trembling with fear.

Although these barbarians are fierce warriors who fight without regard for anything else.

But faced with enormous casualties, these people were still afraid.