Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 277 Chapter 270 Six Truth is always only within the range of the cannon (53)

"The black dragon gun used in the pre-Qin period to rule the world!"

"How is it possible? After the pre-Qin was defeated by the Heavenly Court in the past, all the strange skills about the Pre-Qin Dynasty were destroyed by the Heavenly Court. How could Wang Nanrong find so many black dragon guns?"

The Confucian scholars from the four major academies headed by Ke Menglong were horrified, and immediately found relevant information about the predecessor of the Fuzhen cannon, the Black Dragon Gun, from their minds.

At the same time, they immediately remembered all the achievements of the Black Dragon Gun in the ancient books of the academy.

Tu Xian!

The first time the Black Dragon Gun came out was when the Qin State destroyed Korea. That time, the Black Dragon Gun slaughtered Korea's background as soon as it appeared, and blasted the five earth immortal cannons into ashes.

Later, when the pre-Qin unified the world, the six kingdoms of the world used to rely on the iron wall of the Xiongcheng Tieguan in front of the Black Dragon Gun like paper.

No matter what material those Xiongcheng Tieguan are made of, no matter how many formations and talismans are carved on their walls, they cannot withstand the shelling of the Black Dragon Gun.

Before the Six Nations reacted, the pre-Qin relied on the power of the Black Dragon Gun to wipe out most of the resistance forces.

Reminiscent of the great barriers that the Black Dragon Gun broke through after its release, Ke Menglong and the others couldn't help feeling a little weak in their legs.

In the past, those grand gates with formation talismans attached could not withstand the bombardment of the Black Dragon Gun. How could the Jinyang City under their feet resist the Zhenbei Army with the Black Dragon Gun!

Not to mention the weak legs of Ke Menglong and other knowledgeable people, the Central Army of the Seventh Army, watching the effect produced by the salvo of dozens of rune cannons, Wang Yu couldn't help frowning.

Compared with the genuine black dragon gun, the power of the talisman cannon is still a bit weaker.

According to those ancient records that my grandfather obtained from Hangu Pass, every black dragon gun has the power to kill immortals, and even if a single talisman cannon uses all its strength, it may not be able to hurt a single hair of the earth immortal. The gap is really too big!

I don't know where the pre-Qin used to get those strange materials to cast rune cannons?The agents of Zhenbei Army have searched all over the world, but they have not been able to gather the materials needed to cast the black dragon blunderbuss!

Moreover, compared to the pre-Qin Black Dragon Gun, which can be activated with strange objects and spirit stones, the current source of power of the rune cannons reproduced by ourselves relies on the immortal martial arts of the gunners who control the rune cannons, which is really inconvenient .

The gunners of each talisman cannon must have a minimum of martial arts innate or immortal sacrificial wine. Only such masters who are connected to the world and can stay in the world for a short time can supply enough energy to the talisman cannon.

But this kind of talent, even with the profound background of the Zhenbei Army, only dozens of people can be trained to become gunners.

Cutting off the thoughts in his mind, Wang Yu focused his attention on the battlefield. It was his cultivation and trust that his grandfather handed over the first-time formation artillery battalion into his hands.

On this trip to the south, he must completely take down the northern border in order to repay his grandfather's trust.

Ke Menglong and the others, who understand the truth that a gentleman hides a weapon in his body and waits for it to move from time to time, immediately wanted to put oil on their feet and give up the hopeless Jinyang City after they realized it. But before they could do anything, the second round came from Fu A burst of artillery bombardment fell on their group of people.

Seeing the beam of light streaking across the void like lightning, the faces of the masters from the Fourth Confucian Academy all looked like dead mothers.

The Zhenbei army is so deceptive that they don't even give time for the nonsense of promoting their famous division before the war!
Although fear and hatred were mixed in their hearts, the movements of these masters of the Confucian Fourth Academy were not slow.

Several treasures that carried the spirit and energy of the great Confucianists were sacrificed by them in an instant to protect themselves.

The literary energy in their bodies has risen to the extreme, and dozens of defense-related poems have been condensed in just a short moment. The various visions of those poems after their publication are wrapped in the aura of the world, turning into one after another to protect and defend. them.

Looking at the Confucian scholars headed by Ke Menglong who instantly turned into tortoise shells, Wang Yu, who was far away in the Chinese army, didn't know what to say!

However, although he didn't know what to say, the artillery fire from the artillery battalion expressed what he wanted to say for him.

Although the talisman cannon is only a replica version, and the source of power to activate it is far inferior to the Black Dragon Gun of the pre-Qin period, it is far from being able to resist them like chickens and dogs.

If a top Confucian is in front of him, he might be able to withstand the concentrated fire of dozens of talisman cannons by exhausting all his trump cards and exhausting his background!
Amidst the roar that resounded through the sky, the artillery fire from the talisman cannon smashed through the treasures of Confucianism suspended in the air, and bombarded the vision formed by the gathering of dozens of defensive poems.

With a sound of 'crack', after resisting the remaining artillery fire from the rune array cannon, the defense laid by Ke Menglong and others was breached.

The remaining white artillery fire bombarded Ke Menglong and other Confucian scholars with vast and majestic force.

The Confucian scholars in Confucian robes were turned to ashes by the high temperature contained in the artillery fire without even leaving a last word.

Looking at the Confucian scholars who disappeared right next to him, and looking at the city gates behind the Confucian scholars with no bricks and tiles left behind, Zao Wou-ki, who was half a soldier and horse, experienced the feeling of being powerless to resist for the first time.

This is no longer like a lord fighting for hegemony in the world!
Facing such an army that suppresses the north, Li Lingguang won't complain about losing!

After sighing twice, Zhao Wuji, who felt hopeless to defend Jinyang, pulled out the sword at his waist: "A man wants to repay the king's kindness, and death on the battlefield is a good end.

Colonel Ling, besides me, you are the most respected in Jinyang City. After I die, you will cut off my head and surrender to the city. Let's seek a good death for the brothers in this city! "

After explaining the incident, Zhao Wuji immediately swung his sword and killed himself on the city wall.

Looking at Zhao Wuji who was bleeding all over the ground but still holding his sword, all the soldiers of the Jin army on the city wall shed tears silently.

The soldiers who belonged to Zhao Wuji even raised their waist knives and followed Zhao Wuji in the same way.

Among the remaining soldiers, some who respected the general committed suicide and left with him, while those who were impulsive wanted to incite people's hearts to occupy the city and defend the city to fight to the death with the Zhenbei Army.

But most of the generals and soldiers obeyed Zhao Wuji's order and unfurled the flag of surrender before the Zhenbei Army launched the third round of shelling.

In the case of not having to bear the righteousness, most generals and soldiers still hope to be alive.

Facing the Zhenbei Army whose strength has completely crushed them, they can no longer afford to resist.

Two hours later, the sun had just risen above his head. Surrounded by his generals, Wang Yu boarded the city wall of Jinyang City.

Looking at Zhao Wuji, who was bleeding to the brim but could not reach the sword, he sighed: "My enemy is the bandit, but the other is the hero. Even if their positions are different, Li Lingguang, the parachutist, and Zhao Wuji, the city lord of Jinyang City, are still worthy of respect." admire.

Send me an order to order people to pack up General Zhao's remains, find General Li's clothes from the city, and bury the two generals in a thick coffin with heavy ceremonies.

These soldiers who followed General Zhao were buried next to the two generals, which can be regarded as a complete friendship between them. "

(End of this chapter)