As Amu Muzaffar walked towards the city wall, he asked, "Mudar, why have these people without faith suddenly come to our Fulousha City? What do they want?"

Mudar said, “My esteemed Governor, these people look different from us. They resemble the silk and ceramic merchants of the East. They are nothing but a group of savages who have not received the protection of the gods. They want to take our riches for themselves, just like those despicable robbers.”

"Easterners?" Amu Muzaffar was somewhat surprised. "Easterners are very far away from us. These damned Easterners actually have such childish dreams. Today, we'll make them regret it!"

As they spoke, a group of people, surrounded by guards, climbed onto the city wall.

Amu Muzafar stared intently, but was so blinded by the gleam of the armor, swords, and spears that he dared not look directly at them.

This is the first time I've seen an army with such excellent equipment.

Almost everyone is wearing armor, which is impossible, but it has happened.

There was nothing like this in the Seven Rivers region, Transoxiana, Mesopotamia, and the far west, including even in Rome, which was known for its wealth.

Impoverished Europe could hardly imagine it.

Iron ore is a scarce strategic resource, and iron forging technology is not mature enough to be scaled up.

No country was willing to use large amounts of iron in its military.

After all, you can kill people even without armor, just by wielding an axe.

In the Western Regions, only military officers wore chainmail.

But Amu Muzaffar clearly saw that even an ordinary soldier in the army was wearing armor made of countless plates.

Not only that, but they even luxuriously wrapped their heads up as well.

The whole person was encased in steel.

If I understand correctly, this armor, composed of countless plates, offers much better defense than chainmail.

In this army, an ordinary soldier is better equipped than his officers.

How can they be so rich!

Did they really attack because Fulousha City was wealthy?

Swords and spears stood like a forest, and armor stretched as far as the eye could see. Under the sunlight, they resembled a torrent of steel, giving people a shocking and oppressive feeling.

The powerful sound of war drums and the deep, majestic horns echoed across the city walls, making the ordinary people inside uneasy, as if they could hardly breathe.

Amu Muzaffar glanced at Mudar, seemingly blaming him for not reporting the truth.

Mudar said, “Your Excellency need not worry. Fulousha City is well-fortified. We will hold our ground and wear down their fighting strength. Once their logistics are exhausted, we can launch a counterattack at any time.”

Amu Muzaffar nodded and said reluctantly, "The enemy has a large number of troops, so we will hold our ground for the time being."

He then sent another officer out of the city to negotiate.

The officer left the city and rode his horse forward.

Stop within the safe range of the archers on the city wall.

Seeing this, Wu Lin sent Gao Changlin with a translator to negotiate.

"Who are you to dare offend the place where God's glory shines? It's not too late for you to retreat now!"

After listening to the translator's translation, Gao Changlin said, "Tell him this: Yelü Dashi is a traitor to our Celestial Dynasty. Gaseni colluded with the Khitan to oppose the Great Song. We are ordered by His Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor of the Great Song to lead a western expedition against the Khitan rebels. You have aided and abetted the wicked, and the Emperor is furious. Our army is ordered to punish you. The Holy Martial Emperor is benevolent. If you open the city gates and surrender, you will not be killed."

After the interpreter faithfully translated Gao Changlin's words, the Nagasena officer roared in anger, "We will never surrender!"

After saying that, he turned around and drove away.

The translator looked at Gao Changlin with an embarrassed expression.

Gao Changlin said, "Since we're going to war, do you think you can just go back? There's no such easy way out!"

Gao Changlin drew his crossbow with his left hand and skillfully nocked an arrow.

The translator looked surprised and said, "Sir, in war between two armies, envoys are not to be killed."

"The war has already started. Every enemy that dies means one less brother who dies!"

Gao Changlin moved swiftly, pulled the trigger, and the arrow flew out.

An arrow struck the Nagashini officer in the back, who screamed in pain. He hadn't expected Gao Changlin to attack so directly and fell off his horse.

The arrow was extremely sharp; it pierced his internal organs, and he twitched a few times on the ground before dying.

Amu Muzaffar, standing atop the city wall, was taken aback at first, then flew into a rage: "How dare these savages do this!"

Gao Changlin returned and said, "Commander Wu, as you predicted, the bandit chief is unwilling to open the city gates and surrender!"

Wu Lin drew his sword, his face resolute, his voice calm: "Take this city before nightfall!"

Amu Muzaffar roared in fury: "How dare they! Go to the capital immediately and request reinforcements. I will make them all pay with their blood!"

"yes!"

Mudar seemed to have forgotten the shame of his defeat and became very active.

The infantry at the front were neatly split to both sides, and twenty cannons were pushed forward from behind.

The artillerymen began loading shells and adjusting their aim.

The Ghaznavid soldiers on the city wall saw the Song army setting up cannons, but they didn't know what they were doing.

They had never seen cannons before.

Wu Lin brandished his sword and shouted, "Fire!"

Twenty sixth-generation cannons of the Song Dynasty simultaneously fired their shells, creating a deafening sound.

"Let them know how powerful we are!" Amu Muzaffar had already come down from the city wall. He was furious. Faith is invincible. "The army of God is invincible."

He had barely finished speaking when a deafening sound, like a thunderclap, rang in his ears.

Boom boom boom...

Cannonballs bombarded the city walls.

Some soldiers didn't even have time to react before they were hit head-on and were instantly mangled and bloodied.

The Fulousha city tower was only six meters high, and the artillery could easily rush up it.

Some soldiers were lucky enough not to be hit, but the shells whizzed past them, the heatwave tearing at their skin and splattering blood.

Boom boom boom...

Some of the shells hit the buildings on the city wall, blasting them open.

Some landed directly in the city, hitting rooftops and exploding, terrifying the city's inhabitants who crouched down, covering their heads in fear.

The Ghaznean soldiers then realized just how terrifying those cannons were.

Amu Muzaffar was so frightened by the sudden commotion that he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Is it the anger of the gods?!"

"No! Your Excellency, these are enemy weapons!"

Amu Muzaffar stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock: "This is impossible! How could such a weapon exist in the world! This is clearly a power that only a god could wield!"

Amu Muzaffar's heart tightened, and he wanted to rush up the city wall to see what was going on.

As soon as he climbed onto the city wall, he saw that the Song army's artillery had already launched a second wave of attacks.

Bang bang bang...

This time, all twenty cannons were concentrated at the city gate, and they blasted the gate open.

Some of the Ghazni soldiers behind the city gate were thrown into the air by the shockwave, while others were hit directly by cannonballs and flown several meters away, becoming bloody and mangled.

The city gate, however, was torn to pieces.