"Where to retreat? How to retreat?"
At this moment, King Bahubali's mind went completely blank.
This guy is alright in fighting in the Kushan Empire, since the Kushans are mostly a bunch of low-IQ people.
Facing Jiang Tian, his pig brain was no match for him.
More and more Kushan soldiers fell to the ground.
They rolled and writhed on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
But the ground was ablaze with flames. Rolling on the ground did not extinguish the flames on their bodies; instead, it set them ablaze from head to toe.
Many people walked unsteadily.
They were having difficulty breathing and were experiencing excruciating pain from the burning sensation all over their bodies.
Some people were breathing heavily and screaming loudly.
But the raging flames burned into their throats.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline and the stench of burnt corpses.
At this moment, even those on the outer edge of the scorpion formation were engulfed in flames.
Flames rose several meters high.
The flames in the center of Scorpion Town rose dozens of meters high.
Thick smoke billowed alongside the raging fire.
Black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The Kushan soldiers outside the scorpion formation fell to the ground in droves.
Those trapped in the center of the scorpion trap had no way to escape.
The raging flames, accompanied by bursts of explosions, burned for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
More than half of the 100,000-strong army were burned to death.
Just then, Jiang Tian's system notifications kept ringing.
However, the amount of anger points these Kushan soldiers provided him was pitifully small.
The rage points he gained from the 100,000 soldiers who were burned to death amounted to only about 300,000.
The flames slowly died down.
The ground was littered with charred and deformed corpses.
Looking at it from a distance.
The breastplates on the corpses, the shields and spears on the ground gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
True gold is indeed not afraid of being tested by fire.
The brighter the fire, the more beautiful the gold becomes.
Seeing the charred corpses, the defenders on the city wall were filled with confidence.
Li Fengnian, who had been worried for more than half a month, was smug.
"This Lord Jiang really knows how to deal with the Kushans."
"In an instant, those 100,000 enemy soldiers were burned to ashes." Li Yunfei was also beaming with excitement. "Those 100,000 troops must have been the elite of their elite."
Wang Tianyou: "If even the elite troops of a country are so easily defeated, one can only imagine how weak the fighting power of others is."
Qi Guoqiang stroked his goatee: "Your Majesty, I don't think these Kushan people are anything to be afraid of."
"Their army of 100,000 was burned beyond recognition, yet not a single person offered any assistance."
Li Xuan: "Of the more than 2 million people behind, not one of them took this opportunity to launch an attack."
"I really don't know what King Bahubali was thinking."
"These people are indeed a bunch of rabble." Li Fengnian burst into laughter. "Qi Dangguo, hold a victory celebration banquet. I think this great battle won't be over for long."
"Yes..." Qi Dangguo rushed down from the city wall.
The flames gradually died down.
King Baahubali, riding on the back of an elephant, was furious.
He originally hoped to sweep through the land, first conquering the capital of Northern Liang, then the entire territory of Northern Liang, and finally taking over the Great Xia Dynasty.
But he suffered a setback in his first battle.
He looked at the distant city wall and the line of more than 2,000 people below, and could hardly believe his eyes.
"Catapults forward!" King Bahubali roared.
Soon, the sound of war drums rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening bugle call rang out.
More than a dozen catapults steadily advanced forward.
The catapults were all covered with large, round stones.
Each round stone weighs half a ton.
Each stone has an iron hook on it.
With a command given.
The Kushan soldiers exerted tremendous effort to push the half-ton stone onto the catapult.
Another deafening bugle call rang out.
The Guishuang soldiers in charge of the catapults hooked the hooks onto the long red cloth.
Jiang Tian understood immediately.
The other party wanted to throw the two stones into the air and create a sky full of red cloth.
The red cloth was already covered with flammable oil.
Once the red cloth is draped over the other person, King Bahubali, that show-off, will shoot a rocket at the red cloth that is already soaked in raging oil.
In an instant, the rocket will set the red cloth ablaze.
Jiang Tian curled his lip and snorted coldly: "Why bother with that nonsense?"
"Soaring ambitions..."
Ling Yunzhi rushed over quickly.
"Have you seen their catapults?"
"I saw it."
"My lord, the enemy has as many as seventy or eighty catapults."
"Aim at the enemy's catapults and fire."
"Smash all of their catapults."
Jiang Tian hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, melodious music drifted from the crowd of Kushan soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, many Kushan soldiers began to dance as if they were madmen.
Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba, standing in the distance, were completely stunned.
"Damn it, we're at war, why are we dancing?"
“Send a signal to our lord to ask when we will begin the attack.”
"Are these people out of their minds? With such a grand ceremony in front of them, instead of thinking about how to fight, they actually think dancing can kill the enemy?"
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