Dense volleys of arrows streaked across the sky, shooting down upon the Ming army's positions. One round, two rounds, three rounds—under the cover of their bows and arrows, the Jiannu army crossed the wide trench, ready to charge the last obstacle in their path.

Suddenly, a black mass of things rose from the Ming army's position, crossed the half-man-high breastwork, passed the deer camp and wooden stakes, flew over the heads of the Jiannu in front, and accurately crashed into the wide trench.

Niulu Ezhen Nehaci's personal soldiers reacted quickly, raising their shields to block the attack, but were forced to bend their legs due to the heavy impact and almost fell to their knees.

There were a series of banging sounds mixed with screams of pain. Many Jiannu soldiers were knocked down by heavy objects falling from the sky, causing a small chaos.

Nehazi looked down and saw a black hard ceramic ball with some sparks flickering.

"Boom!" A loud roar suddenly erupted under his feet, making Nehazi's ears buzz and his eyes go black. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his leg.

Boom, boom, boom... A series of explosions sounded in the wide trench, and dozens of bombs burst out with flames and fragments, shooting towards the surrounding Jiannu.

This is not the end yet. Another group of bombs flew from the sky and smashed into the enemies in the wide trench.

Some bombs rolled to the ground, their fuses emitting sizzling sparks. Some, with shorter fuses, exploded violently in mid-air, sending fragments scattering in a dazzling flash of fire and black smoke, causing even greater damage.

The air was filled with smoke, flames flashed, loud noises deafened the ears, and shrapnel flew everywhere.

Fifty grenade trucks threw two or three hundred bombs one after another, almost covering the wide trench where the Jiannu were located.

Cries of surprise and pain echoed one after another, but were quickly drowned out by the black smoke, flames, and loud noises. In this hellish slaughterhouse, countless Jian slaves were killed or injured.

The Jiannu soldiers in the front were also shocked by this sudden change. They slowed down their pace involuntarily, or even stopped, looking back in amazement.

Gunfire suddenly rang out, several times more frequent than before. Countless lead bullets, carrying heat and death, shot towards the Jiannu in front of the obstacle.

The flashes of fire on the breastwork were so dense that they almost merged into one, and the thick white smoke brought by countless gunshots obscured the view.

From the side and the front, the rotating barrage of fire from thousands of musketeers made the Jiannu army like a trapped beast in a sea of ​​fireworks, with wounds all over their bodies and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Niulu Ezhen Keluoha was suddenly knocked to the ground by his personal soldiers, followed by a loud noise beside him.

A stream of warm liquid flowed down, and the body of the personal soldier stopped moving and lay on top of him.

But Luoha pushed away the loyal subordinate who was protecting him, and saw that there was a big cut on the soldier's neck, with blood gushing out. It was too late to save him.

Looking up and around, Luoha saw a personal soldier who was running towards him suddenly stopped as if he had been hit hard by a club, and fell to the ground, twitching, with blood flowing from his back.

"Boom", this was the last sound in the world that Koroha heard. A lead bullet hit his face, and his face was immediately covered in blood.

Zhao Mengzi tilted his head and aimed at a stumbling enemy. In the smoke, the guy looked blurry and weird.

I pulled the trigger, the fuse dropped, and then a cloud of white smoke rose in front of my eyes, and the guy disappeared.

Taking advantage of the recoil of the musket, Zhao Mengzi turned sideways and handed the empty musket to his comrade behind him. After a short wait, a comrade pushed another loaded musket into Zhao Mengzi's hand.

Zhao Mengzi silently turned around, set up the musket, installed the fuse, and pointed the muzzle at another enemy.

Before he could aim and fire, a lead bullet shot out and hit Jiannu in the stomach.

This Jiannu seemed to have been hit hard. His steps paused, his waist bent, his knees could no longer support him, and he slowly fell to the ground.

He remained in this kneeling and curled-up position for a while before collapsing in dejection.

Zhao Mengzi rolled his eyes, turned the muzzle of the gun slightly, and pulled the trigger towards a figure in the smoke.

In Guangning, he was just a volunteer at first, and later became a soldier when the garrison was expanded on a large scale.

He then retreated with the army to Ningyuan, received more than two months of rigorous training, and became a veteran with combat experience.

For Zhao Mengzi, the current battle was no more tense and dangerous than when he had defended Guangning. Although he no longer had the thick and tall city walls, he was no longer the timid and fearful rookie.