Many people ran out of the camp and looked around. They noticed that there was no violent shaking under their feet, as if there was no earthquake. Just as they were wondering, a few seconds later, someone pointed to the sky and said in horror, "What is that?"

Some people looked up and saw a large number of black balls sweeping towards them.

But they had no time to react, because the artillery was fired at an extremely fast speed, and it only took a few seconds to reach a distance of four or five kilometers. Almost at the moment they saw the black balls, they had already fallen down, and a huge noise erupted again.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The shrapnel shells exploded after hitting the ground, blowing away tents, destroying wooden towers, and some people were in the center of the explosion and were torn into pieces. Blood turned into rain and splashed on everyone.

A Vietnamese soldier stood there blankly. More than ten meters away from him, one of his comrades disappeared, and one of his legs flew into the air and landed in front of him.

His face was covered in blood. It wasn't his blood, but the warm feeling it brought to his skin. The roaring sound in his ears made him temporarily lose consciousness. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood.

He couldn't even tell if he had any control over his body.

A few seconds later, he came to his senses with difficulty, his legs trembling, and then he screamed, stumbled, rolled and crawled, and began to run backwards staggeringly.

As he ran, he shouted in a trembling voice, "The gods are angry, the gods are angry!"

His shout immediately triggered a chain reaction.

"Wuwuwuwu, please don't punish me, please don't punish me, I don't want to fight."

"We have offended the higher powers, and the gods have unleashed their wrath."

"Run!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Someone come and save me, I have lost my legs."

They shouted and wailed, each one praying for God's forgiveness, either in Chinese or in the native Beijing dialect of the Li Dynasty.

The Ly Dynasty was in the period of development of Vietnamese native culture. Their first national mythology "Lingnan Jiguai Liezhuan" was written at this time. Therefore, the Vietnamese people at that time had great faith in ghosts and gods.

The terrifying power of the artillery made many low-level soldiers think that it was the anger of the gods, who were punishing them, causing everyone to be terrified.

Some people's legs were so weak that they could hardly walk.

Some of them can still hold on, running around like crazy.

Some even rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted from fright.

However, no matter how much they prayed to God, it was of no use. The sound of explosions continued and the atmosphere of terror still hung over their heads.

Even with more than 200 artillery pieces launching a blanket attack, only a few hundred people were killed with each shot, but it almost caused the Li Dynasty's army of 50,000 to 60,000 to collapse.

The camp inside the pass was in chaos. Amidst the smoke, a large number of soldiers fled in all directions, running around like monkeys.

Guo Shengyi on the top of the mountain was so shocked that he was speechless.

It was not until two or three minutes later, when the Song army's artillery had fired more than ten rounds and the entire Liangshan Pass was in ruins, that he came to his senses and shouted tremblingly, "Retreat!"

But at this time the camp was in chaos. Not only could the gongs, drums, cymbals, bugles and whistles commonly used in marching and fighting not be heard at all, even the flag signals were completely ineffective.

The entire command system, without suffering any blow, became completely ineffective due to the chaos below.

The Song army was still covering the opposite ridge with artillery fire.

This time they used shrapnel, which wasn't as powerful as expected, but had a distinct advantage. The explosion was incredibly intimidating, making it extremely useful against monkeys who had never seen firearms.

In just thirty minutes, the Song army poured out about 20,000 artillery shells, with each cannon firing two to three times per minute on average. The entire mountain road was almost destroyed, the ground was bumpy, and broken trees, dilapidated tents, and scattered equipment were everywhere.

There were also many bodies of unlucky people lying on the ground. The lucky ones were only scratched by the iron fragments splashed by the shells. The seriously injured ones could still groan while lying on the ground. The unlucky ones were directly torn into pieces and their bodies were no longer human.

That is to say, in ancient times, fighting was about keeping together, and the roads were narrow. Otherwise, in the era of firearms, soldiers would be scattered and would not gather together, and carpet bombing would not have much effect.

But it would be good enough if this tactic could be used successfully once, as it would lay the foundation for victory on the entire battlefield.

As Liangshan Pass was bombarded by 260 artillery pieces and the mountain road was in ruins, Di Qing finally gave the order to stop shooting.

The Song army's artillery positions were almost engulfed in white smoke, and the mountain ridges were almost turning into a palace in the sky. Even in such clear weather, visibility became very low.

"All troops attack!"

Di Qing stood on a high place and could only vaguely see the completely collapsed Li Dynasty position through the smoke that was blown thinner by the wind, so he issued a military order.

Immediately, a messenger came to the edge of the cliff and waved the flag towards the bottom of the mountain.

Since the top of the mountain is about four or five hundred meters away from the bottom of the mountain, ordinary gongs, drums, horns and the like are difficult to pass down, and flag signals are basically used.

Leading the team at the foot of the mountain were several of Di Qing's deputy generals. In addition to the two commanders of the firearms army, there was also Zhang Yu as his deputy chief of troops, as well as local generals such as the governor of Guangxi South Road and the commander of Yongzhou.

Zhang Yu led the musket team and the garrison troops in the front. When he saw Di Qing give the signal from the top of the mountain, he shouted, "The enemy has been defeated. Brothers, kill!"

“Kill!”

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