Late Ming Dynasty: Summoning players from Liaodong to support the Ming Dynasty

hum!

A barely audible vibration of the machine's string pierced the wind and reached his ears.

Amin's mind, which had been clouded by anger and humiliation, was forcibly cleared away in that instant by the instincts of a veteran.

Danger!

Deadly danger!

Without a second thought, he suddenly threw his body to one side of the horse, the most extreme evasive maneuver a cavalryman could make during a charge.

However, it was too late.

He was fast, but the death that came hurtling through the air was even faster!

"Pfft!"

A dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang in his ears.

Warm liquid splashed all over his face. The thick, rusty, metallic smell instantly pulled him back from the brink of madness to the cold reality.

Amin stiffly turned her head away.

Beside him, the Niru Ejen who had just been fawning over him and saying he would chop Chu Ze up and feed him to the dogs, was now still riding his horse.

However, there was something extra in the very center of his face.

A jet-black arrow pierced his forehead and exited through the back of his head, bringing with it a spray of red and white brain matter and bone fragments. The immense kinetic energy even blew the back half of his helmet off.

The expression on his face was still frozen in the arrogance and disdain of the previous second, but his life force had been completely extinguished.

The warhorse charged forward two more steps, and the body, now without its master, swayed slightly before falling straight off its back with a thud onto the hard, frozen ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Dead silence.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The hoofbeats of the fifty Bayara warriors behind them became chaotic and eventually came to a complete stop.

Everyone reined in their horses, staring blankly at the unseeing corpse, then instinctively looked up at the distant, gray, silent city wall.

Three hundred steps.

No, at least 220 steps away!

What kind of bow is this?

What kind of arrow is this?

Even the most accurate archer in the Great Jin Dynasty, using the best horn bow, could not accurately shoot through the face of an armored general at this distance!

A chilling fear, more biting than the cold winds of Liaodong, instantly gripped the hearts of every Later Jin soldier present.

witchcraft!

Hu Yongqiang's terrified scream echoed in their minds once again.

This is beyond human capability! This is definitely sorcery!

Amin wiped the blood from his face, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He wasn't unfamiliar with the dead; the bones he had trodden upon could form a small mountain. But never before had he felt death so close, so eerie, so… incomprehensible.

If that arrow had hit me instead...

He dared not think any further.

The rage that surged to the top of his head was completely extinguished by that cold arrow. In its place came a chill that penetrated to the bone.

……

South of Guangning City, atop the fortress.

"Oops, it missed!"

A player with the ID "One Arrow Through the Clouds" slapped the cement wall in front of him in frustration.

The "Second-Phase Powerful Composite Crossbow" in his hand was still trembling slightly, and the two spring plates made of newly refined steel attached to the crossbow arm emitted a dangerous gleam. This thing was Gongshu Ban's masterpiece, with an effective range of 250 paces, and was undoubtedly the best sniping weapon of this era.

He was lying behind the firing port, bored out of his mind, when he saw a troop of cavalry sneaking up from below the city. The fat man at the head of the troop was dressed in gleaming golden armor; he was clearly a big boss.

With the mindset of "testing the feel of the new weapon," he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

As a result, the wind speed calculation was slightly off; the shot that was aimed at the fattest one ended up hitting the smaller one next to it.

"It's okay, Brother Yun, don't worry," a player with the ID "Loves White Rabbit" comforted him. "There are over two hundred steps to go, it's good enough if you hit one! You'll definitely hit the next one! That fat guy is terrified, he's a sitting duck now!"

[One Arrow Through the Clouds] cursed angrily, "Damn it, the first kill achievement is gone! This boss's aggro is definitely secured, he can't escape!"

As he spoke, he began to rewind the crossbow. His practiced movements made it seem less like he was facing a war and more like he was in an internet cafe, preparing for the next game.

Amin, who was below the city, naturally couldn't hear this conversation.

All he could hear at that moment was the pounding of his own heart and the heavy breathing of his guards behind him, driven by fear.

"withdraw!"

"Retreat immediately!"

Amin practically spat out those two words through gritted teeth. He no longer had the courage to approach the city wall to investigate; he only wanted to escape this hellish place immediately, to get as far away from that grayish-white monster as possible.

He yanked the reins sharply, preparing to turn the horse around.

However, just as he turned his horse around, a new commotion arose from the city wall.

"Crunch—crunch—"

A tooth-grinding, heavy scraping sound came from the top of the bastion.

Amin subconsciously looked up.

He saw a huge tarpaulin covering the bastion platform being slowly lifted by a dozen soldiers working together.

Beneath the tarpaulin lay a ferocious, enormous, pitch-black... steel behemoth!

That's a cannon!

A giant cannon that was thicker and more ferocious than any other cannon he had ever seen!

The cannon barrel was polished to a gleaming black, reflecting a chilling, deathly sheen in the blood-red setting sun. Its dark muzzle, like a single eye gazing into the abyss, was silent, cold, and filled with an aura of destruction.

Amin's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

Red-coated cannon!

Chu Ze actually fixed this thing!

No, that's impossible! There are no craftsmen in Guangning City who can repair such a giant cannon! Even if there were, there wouldn't be enough materials!

What made his scalp tingle even more was the area next to that giant cannon.

A soldier was kneeling there, his eyes peering behind a strange, gleaming brass tube. The tube was fixed to a bracket with intricate markings, and as another soldier turned a lever, the brass tube moved up and down slowly in sync with the muzzle of the giant cannon.

What the hell is that?!

In his entire military career, Amin had never seen such a bizarre device.

"Guild Leader! Guild Leader! A wild boss has been spotted! Coordinates: 300 paces outside the South City Wall! Requesting execution by cannon fire! Requesting execution by cannon fire!"

A player with the ID "[Second Battalion Commander, You F*** Your Italian Cannon]" was excitedly shouting in the guild channel.

He was the soldier kneeling beside the cannon, his eyes fixed on the fat man below, dressed in magnificent golden armor, with a blank expression, through the "simple cannon sight" tinkered up by player Gongshu Ban and a few other players who studied physics.