Then, a series of loud explosions rang out as shells were propelled out by light cannons and slammed directly into the city gate.

At first, the soldiers and generals in Ceylon thought the iron ball was just a simple iron ball.

They'll be fine as long as they avoid it; they just need to get away when they see it coming.

So they naively dodged, paying no attention to the iron balls that were being thrown at the wall.

While throwing stones and iron balls could cause some damage to city gates and walls in ancient times, it depended on the power and weight of the iron ball.

The iron ball, about the size of a head, clearly couldn't possibly have collapsed the building, and judging from the shells fired by the light cannon, they figured it probably wasn't very powerful.

But just as they were thinking this, the cannonballs began to fall one after another on the city gates, walls, and among the soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, a series of loud bangs rang out, and the first cannonball to hit the city wall blasted a skull out of it.

Countless dust, bricks, and stones flew everywhere, followed by a deluge of cannonballs that pounded the city wall, turning it into a ruin in the blink of an eye.

Although none of the cannonballs hit the city gate, its existence was no longer important at that moment.

Because the city walls around the city gate had all collapsed into ruins, soldiers could enter at will. Whether there was a city gate or not, or whether the city gate should be opened, was no longer important.

Even if we were to open the city gates, it would only be a matter of one cannonball.

In that instant, the general of Ceylon was completely stunned, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Clearly, no one had ever imagined that a small iron ball could have such power.

But that wasn't the end of it. The next wave of artillery fire was aimed at the soldiers.

In that instant, the general of Ceylon turned pale. Having witnessed the power of this thing, he naturally dared not be careless at this moment.

Because of the initial attack, some shells had already caused damage to nearby soldiers.

The collapsed bricks and stones of the city wall also injured many soldiers, throwing the 10,000 soldiers in Ceylon into disarray.

At that moment, a barrage of artillery shells came and bombarded the densely packed area of ​​soldiers, taking the lives of dozens of soldiers in one go.

In just one salvo of a few dozen shells, approximately two to three thousand soldiers were lost.

This scene completely threw the general into a panic. He hurriedly shouted:

"Scatter quickly and attack immediately..."

This is how he was able to make the most correct response in the shortest amount of time and with the fastest reaction.

Unfortunately, it was still useless, because even if they were scattered, the Ming soldiers could still use muskets instead of light cannons.

So the light artillery retreated, and thousands of musketeers, armed with their muskets, began to aim at the enemy soldiers.

Although the soldiers quickly dispersed after hearing the order, it was to no avail. With a series of gunshots, soldiers fell one after another.

Those who rushed to the front and tried to fight the Ming soldiers were the ones who died the fastest.

With a thousand soldiers firing their guns, even in a single round, they could eliminate at least several hundred or a thousand enemies.

Round after round of bullets rained down, causing horrific damage to the soldiers on the Ceylon side.

Hundreds of soldiers fell one after another. Under such casualties, it was like cutting leeks, one crop after another.

Who can withstand this?

So, the number of soldiers who died kept decreasing. From the initial 10,000 soldiers, almost in a short time, only 3,000 or 4,000 remained.

Those three or four thousand had lost all will to fight; they only wanted to escape as quickly as possible and scattered in all directions.

But this time, the Ming Dynasty came to seek revenge, to demonstrate its national power, and to intimidate Ceylon and other neighboring countries.

How could they possibly be soft-hearted?

And so the soldiers continued firing, relentlessly killing the enemy, wave after wave of them falling.

Regardless of those who rushed up, ready to fight to the death.

Or were they those who were fleeing for their lives, or those who were looking for a place to hide?

They could not escape their fate of being killed.

In just a quarter of an hour or two, all ten thousand skilled soldiers were wiped out.

Only the general who led the team remained standing there, trembling all over, his face pale, and his crotch wet, clearly indicating that he had wet himself.

Because this horrific scene is something that probably very few people in the world today would ever witness.

Most people who see it are so frightened that they collapse.

Ma Sanbao slowly rode forward on his horse, looked at the general of Ceylon, and said calmly:

"You seem to be laughing at me when I said I was going to attack the city."

After saying this, he raised his long sword, and the general's head fell to the ground.

Then, the army followed Ma Sanbao into the ruins of the city wall, as if it were deserted.