The roar seemed endless and the ground was shaking under our feet.

In the blink of an eye, a huge pit appeared in the fire and smoke.

So fast and not labor-intensive at all.

But the generals standing outside the fort had dazed expressions, watching the bullets falling from the sky, without any joy in their hearts.

"This is the weapon that will make the Jin soldiers lose heart and retreat." A general murmured.

They also heard the vibration during the battle just now, but did not pay close attention to it, after all, it was a matter of life and death at that time. However, seeing the Jin soldiers fleeing in panic, they could guess how powerful the Jin soldiers were.

Now I see it and understand it better.

Miss Jun said that this was a stone bullet, but this was not a stone bullet at all. A stone bullet would only kill one person or damage a car, but this one would kill a lot of people if it went out.

The flesh and blood bodies were vulnerable to these stone bullets and could not be stopped at all. No wonder the Jin soldiers fled in panic.

It’s amazing!

However……

"You actually used this sharp weapon to dig a hole?" a general murmured.

This powerful weapon that made the Jin people flee in fear was used just like this.

The generals felt heartbroken.

What a spendthrift.

"What if the Jin people come again?" someone shouted hoarsely, pressing his chest.

The dead should be respected, but to have more people die for the dead is really stupid and foolish.

Miss Jun smiled, her chin slightly raised, with a hint of arrogance.

"They don't dare," she said.

…

This huge tremor caused the Jin army camp in the distance to fall into chaos again.

Listening to the continuous explosions, feeling the shaking of the ground, and thinking of the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, everyone's face turned pale.

It's not that they were afraid of blood and flesh flying everywhere. They had seen all kinds of tragic scenes in their conquests. However, this kind of blood and flesh flying everywhere before they even got close to the enemy could not be considered a fight, but a massacre.

One-sided massacre of them.

"Zhou's soldiers are coming again."

Countless shouts almost caused the army camp to break up, especially the Seventh Prince who had just been frightened by the stone bullets and crossbows, and immediately shouted to retreat again.

Fortunately, the sentry brought back the news in time. It was not the sentry that was attacking, but the Zhou people were just throwing stones on the spot.

This surprised the Jin soldiers even more.

Why throw rocks in situ?

Shock? Show off? Threat?

This is so arrogant and infuriating.

Tuoba Wu's face turned red and he screamed in anger.

"Warriors, follow me to fight the Jin people to the death," he shouted.

However, none of the generals around responded, and many of them showed fear in their eyes.

Tuoba Wu was even more angry.

This was happening on their own territory, yet they were already afraid of the Zhou people. It was truly a humiliation.

"You cowards! You are afraid of the enemy and afraid to fight! You really bring shame to the great emperor," he cursed.

This made a young man sitting at the top angry.

"Then you, King Dapeng, go and fight as the vanguard." He said with a sneer, pressing the bruise on his forehead.

This is the seventh prince. Although he calls Tuoba Wu "uncle", his expression does not show the humility of a younger generation.

Tuoba Wu's face flushed, but he didn't say anything and went to fight.

"We are not afraid of the Zhou people." A Jin general hurriedly said, "It's just that the Zhou people are treacherous and use weapons to avoid fighting, which hurts our warriors. It's really not worth it."

"Yes, we have lost a lot of warriors in this battle just now." Others also hurriedly followed suit.

Tuoba Wu's face turned red and white as he clenched the sword and axe in his hand.

"If they do this and run out of bullets, what do we have to fear?" he said through gritting his teeth.

"What if it's not used up?" the Seventh Prince said coldly.

There was silence in the camp.

Thinking of the danger just now, the Seventh Prince pressed the wound on his forehead, feeling furious.

"Tuoba Wu, what's wrong with you? You didn't even know that Zhou soldiers had such a powerful weapon and were not prepared!" he shouted.

Tuoba Wu looked embarrassed.

The other generals saw this and spoke again.

"It's not that we won't fight, we're just waiting for the right opportunity to fight."

"Yes, let's first study what's going on with the Qingshan Army."

"Han people always say that as long as the mountains remain green, there will be no shortage of firewood. If all our warriors die, that would be terrible."

Everyone talked about it.

Tuoba Wumian's skin twitched as he looked at the generals in the tent. This scene seemed both strange and familiar.

What's strange is that since the start of the game, the Warriors have rarely shown such fear.

But what was familiar was that he had often experienced this kind of fear a long time ago, when he faced the army of Duke Cheng.

This fear had been weighing on their heads for more than ten years. Now, with the help of the Zhou people, they had finally managed to wear down Duke Cheng. As they won victory after victory, the warriors were no longer afraid of Duke Cheng's army.

As a result, not long after that, another Qingshan Army emerged.

Duke Cheng is not dead, and a new person has appeared. It's really...

Tuoba Wu held the sword and axe with both anger and sadness.

But he now knows that he can no longer fight because the Warriors are already afraid and have already been defeated without fighting.

The rumbling sound of the explosion stopped.

The generals' ears were still buzzing, but the army over there had already collected the bodies of the soldiers on the battlefield under the command of flags and drums.

Thousands of people swept through like a net, quickly and without omission, and soon all the corpses were piled up in a large pit.

The badges were piled up densely in a car.

The generals' expressions recovered from shock and became solemn.

Duke Cheng also indicated that he should be carried to the front of the earth pit and wanted to get down despite all the advice. The generals were very embarrassed.

Although I understand your feelings, the injury is so serious that I cannot act recklessly.

They subconsciously looked at Miss Jun. It was the doctors who advised on such matters.

"Okay." Miss Jun nodded and said, "Since the injury is so serious, it doesn't matter if it gets worse."

What kind of nonsense is this! The generals' faces turned black.

With Miss Jun's words, no one else had anything to say. Several relatives helped Duke Cheng down and slowly stood in front of the pit.

The smell of blood and saltpeter mixed together, adding a touch of tragedy.

Duke Cheng looked at the corpses piled in the pit without saying a word. He just watched silently, scanning them carefully.

"Here comes the knife," he said.

Still need a knife?

The generals sighed in their hearts, but they had no choice but to take it.

Duke Cheng held the knife tightly and signaled the soldiers who were supporting him to let go. Then he staggered forward, propped his body up with the knife on the ground, and slowly stood up.

The generals behind him looked at his back and suddenly felt a little sad.

This scene was very familiar, every time Duke Cheng went on an expedition, he would walk to the front of the army like this, looking at his soldiers, and his soldiers would also look at him.

"Beat the drum." said Duke Cheng.

A general raised his hand to signal, and the heavy and inspiring war drums sounded, which was particularly majestic in the silence.

Duke Cheng slowly raised the knife in his hand.

Go to war.

The generals behind him felt their throats aching and they all drew their swords and guns.

Long swords were held high and long spears stood in rows.

Miss Jun sighed lightly and nodded to Xia Yong.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the soldiers at the edge of the pit pushed earth and rocks in, and the corpses were gradually covered layer by layer.

The pit was covered, the soil was piled up high, and stones were placed on top.

Duke Cheng also lay back on the shelf again.

His expression remained calm throughout, without any sadness or anger.

"Let's go," he said, closing his eyes.

"Wait a moment." Miss Jun said, and whispered a few words to Xia Yong and Li Guorui, and the two responded by running towards the military formation.

What else to do?

The generals looked at them in confusion, and Duke Cheng opened his eyes, and then he saw teams of soldiers marching out, each holding a flag in his hand.

Flag!

Duke Cheng half-sat up again and watched the soldiers insert the flags into the pile of stones. The last large flag was inserted at the highest point by four or five soldiers working together.

The six-foot-long flag with a red heart and a blue border fluttered in the wind.

"Today, I will come to take you home." Duke Cheng said suddenly as he looked at the flying flag.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Maybe, one day, this will be your home, and we can come here to worship," she said.

The generals couldn't help but look at her.

This is a very bold tone, meaning that the Jin people's land is to be taken over by themselves.

Duke Cheng looked at her and smiled.

"Good soldier." He nodded to her and said again.

Miss Jun also nodded and smiled at him.

…

When the people in the Jin camp heard the scouts say that the Zhou soldiers had broken camp and left, they had complicated expressions.

There is dissatisfaction and regret, but also a hint of relief that is too embarrassing to show.

"Why not give chase..." a burly Jin general shouted, "...If we let Duke Cheng Zhu Shan go like this, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to kill him in the future. We..."

Before he finished speaking, there were several loud bangs, and the earth shook again.

The camp was in chaos.

"It's this again!"

"The Zhou people are attacking?"

"Didn't you say you were leaving?"

The entire camp was alertly preparing for battle with the blast of gongs and drums, and no one mentioned the pursuit again.

Looking at the rising smoke and fire.

Zhao Hanqing clapped his hands on the horse.

"There are two left, for you to hear," she said.

Having said this, she turned her horse around, and the two baggage carts followed her.

Ahead, the army marched southward with flags flying.