A shell exploded above the battlefield, but because of the altitude, it could not cause much damage to either the enemy or us on the ground.
Another shell exploded in mid-air, but it flew over the heads of the Jiannu, who were even further away. The damage was limited, or even nonexistent, but the loud noise, like thunder, startled the Jiannu.
"My Lord Prince..." The personal guards rode their horses closer, reminding Daishan.
Daishan nodded slightly, knowing that it was time to change places again.
He estimated that the shell would explode after hitting the ground, and he thought it would be enough to carry him far away. Plus, he had the protection of his personal guards, so unless he was unlucky enough to get hit by a shell on his head, he didn't think it was very dangerous.
But - the deafening sound following the dazzling flash suddenly disrupted Daishan's thoughts.
A shell exploded in mid-air, less than twenty meters from Daishan, and the shrapnel immediately felled a large number of Jiannu soldiers, killing and wounding some, while others were knocked unconscious.
The warhorse reared up, neighing, and nearly threw the dazed Daishan off the horse. Before he could calm the horse, explosions rang out one after another around him.
"My Lord, hurry..." The guards gathered around anxiously.
Another loud bang drowned out the guards' cries of surprise. Daishan's ears were buzzing, and his eyes were a little dazed. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his right ribs. His horse jumped again, throwing Daishan heavily.
The blue sky, white clouds, smoke floating in the air... the scenery spun and changed in Daishan's eyes, and finally turned into the black earth.
His body froze and he couldn't breathe. Then severe pain spread throughout his body. Daishan's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The flag fell?! No, it was half-rolled up and quickly leaving the battlefield.
Zhang Pan could see clearly through the telescope, and excitement instantly filled his chest. He suddenly put down the telescope and shouted, "Beat the drums, general attack!"
"Beat the drums, general attack!" Kong Youde also noticed the changes on the battlefield. The Jiannu's momentum suddenly weakened, and Daishan's flag fled.
The sound of war drums rang out, the rhythm was intense and rapid; shouts and cries of killing became louder. The Ming army summoned up their remaining courage and, under the leadership of their officers, charged forward more fiercely.
"Retreat!" Yue Tuo's heart sank. Looking at the flag leaving the battlefield, he gave the order without hesitation.
We were already at a disadvantage, and once my father's banner retreated, the army's morale was completely broken. At this point, forcing a prolonged battle would only result in additional casualties and would be meaningless.
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