In a short period of time, the Ming army's artillery adjusted the angle and launched a fierce bombardment on the Jiannu camp.
Luo Li continued to command. Only half of the artillery pieces were left at the firing position, and they were approaching the maximum range.
The other half of the guns moved forward, adjusted their elevation and direction, loaded ammunition, and fired a round of bombardment.
Daishan finally received the order to retreat. He quickly deployed blocking and rearguard troops and led the rest of the troops to retreat to the rear camp.
Boom, boom, boom...
Dozens of shells suddenly rained down from the front, and a moment later, there was a continuous explosion. Columns of smoke rose up, blocking out the sunlight and darkening the sky.
Daishan was protected by his personal soldiers with shields and dismounted to avoid the attack. He was not injured, but he could not help feeling sad.
The strength of the Ming army was heart-stirring and shocking, but it relied on the sharpness and power of firearms, rather than their own bravery and martial arts.
If it were a face-to-face close combat, the Ming army would be no match. Daishan was certain of his conclusion, but he could not change the outcome that had already been determined.
Times have changed. Daishan didn’t know this, or if he did, he wouldn’t understand it.
In history, the Ming army, which was technologically advanced, was defeated by the Jiannu army, which was already lagging behind the world in military terms. Isn’t it strange?
The explosions gradually subsided, and Daishan mounted his horse again, ready to lead his troops to continue their retreat.
The smoke had not yet completely dissipated when several riders suddenly rushed out from the gray mist and ran towards them in panic.
"Grand Prince, Grand Prince!" Several Jiannu soldiers saw Daishan and shouted repeatedly. They rushed over, dismounted, and reported anxiously with sorrowful faces, "The Khan is injured and unconscious. Please, Grand Prince, hurry over."
Daishan was greatly surprised and asked anxiously, "Where is he? Take me to see my father Khan quickly."
Several Jiannu soldiers quickly mounted their horses and led Daishan forward.
The pungent smell of gunpowder irritated Daishan's throat, causing him to cough and gasp. But his father, the Khan, was injured, and his condition was what he cared about most.
With his father Khan's presence, and his prestige, the Later Jin army, though defeated, would not collapse into despair. But if anything happened to his father Khan, given the current critical situation, the Later Jin would undoubtedly fall apart.
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