If Heaven were to give Yelü Junba another chance, he would probably never choose to continue attacking Fuling City.
Winters on the grasslands are indeed very cold, but you can still survive if you just bear with it.
In fact, there are still many beautiful things in this world that Yelü Junba, the Left Wise King of the Xiongnu, should pursue.
So much so that many years later, when Yelü Junba looked up at the sky, he couldn't help but recall those dozens of porcelain jars that shone as brightly as the sun.
The brilliant sunlight shone down on the earth, and as dozens of inconspicuous porcelain jars flew towards him at lightning speed, Yelü Junba turned his head to look back, following their trajectory.
Then, a loud bang came!
Yelü Junba was directly thrown away by the oncoming heat wave!
As Yelü Junba fell heavily to the ground, he heard a series of tinkling sounds, like rain.
Then the warm blood rain really did fall.
Yelü Junba's fair cheeks were instantly flushed with a blush.
Through his blurry vision, he saw that the commander who had been standing next to him just moments before was now only half a body still standing in the same spot.
The other half of its body is evenly distributed on the ground and trees, seemingly everywhere.
Yelü Junba's mind went blank for a moment, but before he could react to what had happened...
A heart-wrenching scream seemed to echo in my ears.
Turning his head, he saw that all the generals who had been following him had collapsed to the ground in agony.
The blood stained the hillside where he was standing red.
Your arm is on his head, his thigh is wrapped around your stomach, and you and I become one.
Yelü Junba's mind was somewhat dazed, and everything before him seemed unreal.
He could hear the shouts of his guards, but Yelü Junba couldn't hear them at all.
Only a buzzing sound lingered in my ears.
Mu Zian put down his binoculars atop the city wall.
Yelü Junba was standing too far away; even with a telescope, he could only see a few figures, which were not very clear.
Mu Zian spoke to Han Shizhong, who was excitedly talking not far away.
"Liangchen, it seems like we missed a few shots. Some of them hit the distant hillside."
"It would be one thing to hurt the Xiongnu, but it would be terrible if the flowers and plants got hurt."
Upon hearing this, Han Shizhong immediately nodded and ordered the trajectory to be corrected.
Little did they know that Han Shizhong's slight deviation almost led to the complete annihilation of the Xiongnu generals.
So much so that Yelü Junba was traumatized by this cannon blast.
The clay pot bombs exploded in the hollow above the Hunnic artillery wagons.
Countless iron nails and porcelain shards were swept away by the gale and shot out in all directions.
For a moment, the entire depression resembled a living hell.
Those newly built artillery pieces hadn't even had a chance to fulfill their purpose before they were completely reduced to piles of rotten wood.
The Huns, who were poised to attack from afar, were completely dumbfounded.
A continuous rumbling sound rang out!
A Hun turned his head and looked at the tragic scene behind him, a look of despair on his face.
"Divine punishment! It's divine punishment!"
"Those Han Chinese can summon divine punishment!"
After saying this, the Hun dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed to the heavens, begging for forgiveness.
Upon seeing this, a centurion immediately stepped forward and, without hesitation, severed his head with his scimitar, then roared.
"This is all Han Chinese sorcery! Anyone who dares to undermine morale will die!"
The centurion looked around menacingly!
However, fear also comes in degrees, as the next round of clay pot bombs exploded.
The centurion, who had just been reprimanding them, was instantly blown to smithereens.
The visual impact of such a scene is truly immense!
The fear of the explosion instantly overshadowed all the so-called military discipline.
In an instant, countless Xiongnu people dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, begging for God's forgiveness.
One tells ten, ten tell a hundred, and so on, until it spreads to a thousand!
The entire Xiongnu army began to feel fear, and there was a faint sense that they were about to fall apart.
Especially because Han Shizhong's misfired shot almost wiped out the Xiongnu's command system.
Right now, there's simply no one who can take control of the situation.
In stark contrast to the fear of the Xiongnu army were the excited defenders on the walls of Fuling.
For the next hour, the cannons on the walls of Fuling City roared and hurled all the clay pot bombs made in the past few days.
The rumbling sound was really like thunder, and it kept going on and on.
Although the clay pot bombs were very powerful, there were simply too few of them, and the Xiongnu soldiers were too numerous.
After regaining his senses a moment later, Yelü Junba immediately took command of the army.
He forcefully ordered the execution of over a hundred soldiers who had shaken morale, and then commanded his men to immediately move the remaining artillery pieces.
After doing all this, Yelü Junba did not hesitate at all and immediately sounded the horn to begin the attack on the city.
Yelü Junba understood that if he ordered a retreat at this point, it would only allow the fear to continue to spread until it became uncontrollable.
The only way to dispel the soldiers' fear is through fighting.
With the rescue of the Xiongnu cannon carts after decades.
Yelü Junba's massive boulder, which he had prepared for half a month, finally crashed onto the city wall of Fuling.
As the clay pot bombs were exhausted, a real bloody battle began.
Under Yelü Junba's forceful command, the remaining 80,000 soldiers in the camp were all thrown into battle.
A general offensive was launched from the four sides of Fuling City: east, west, south, and north.
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