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

This feels so good!

"Calm down, Second Battalion Commander!" Wang Han's voice rang out on the command channel, filled with barely suppressed excitement. "Wind speed three, humidity... to hell with humidity! Listen to my commands!"

Wang Han had already confirmed the identity of the newcomer with 100% certainty based on the intelligence sent by Qin Jue and his direct observation from the city wall.

Aisin-Gioro Amin!

The Second Prince of the Later Jin! The supreme commander of this siege!

A super-sized fish that never dared to dream of such a thing just foolishly delivered itself to the muzzle of a cannon!

Not eating? That's outrageous!

[Second Battalion Commander, you damn Italian cannon] He licked his dry lips, gripped the height adjustment lever tightly with one hand, and picked up the burning fuse with the other, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Fire!!"

Wang Han's calm command rang out in the channel!

"Yes, sir!"

The Second Battalion Commander let out a strange, excited cry that was almost distorted, and without hesitation, he thrust the burning fuse hard into the fuse port at the breech of the cannon!

"Sizzle—"

The fuse was lit, and a spark flashed and disappeared.

The next instant.

boom--!!!

An unprecedented, earth-shattering roar, powerful enough to deafen the heavens and earth, suddenly exploded in the south of Guangning City!

After being repaired and reinforced by Zhou Keke, with the cannon barrel re-polished by Gongshu Ban, and equipped with high-energy black powder specially made by Cheng Huaxue, the "second-generation modified red-coated cannon" spewed its angry tongues of fire at this era for the first time!

The immense recoil caused the entire bastion platform to shake violently. The orange-red flames and thick white smoke spewing from the cannons instantly engulfed the gunners' vision.

A solid iron bullet weighing thirty pounds, with a sharp whistle like the arrival of death, tore through the air and hurtled toward Amin, who was more than two hundred paces away, at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

Amin's mind went completely blank the moment she heard the loud noise.

All he had time to see was a huge burst of fire erupting from the dark muzzle of the cannon on the city wall, and then the whole world went silent.

The shell did not hit him directly.

It slammed into the frozen ground less than three meters in front of Amin's mount at a tricky angle!

"Bang!"

The hard ground was smashed into a terrifying crater, with dirt and gravel shooting into the sky. The deadly iron bullet bounced at high speed upon impact with the ground, its trajectory deviating.

It missed Amin, but instead struck head-on into the two Bayara guards who were following closely behind Amin and protecting him with their lives.

Blood and flesh flying everywhere!

There were no screams, not even a sound.

Faced with that terrifying kinetic energy, the structure of the human body, the skeleton of the warhorse, and even the fine armor they were so proud of, were as fragile as paper.

One guard and his warhorse were instantly torn apart, their upper bodies reduced to a cloud of blood and flesh. Another was grazed by a cannonball, half his body and his horse ripped apart, the immense force sending his remains flying more than ten meters away, his internal organs and intestines hanging in the air.

This extremely bloody scene became the only image in Amin's deaf world.

However, the real nightmare has only just begun.

The shell that crashed into the ground was not solid!

It was Cheng Huaxue's first batch of "blooming bomb" prototypes, which she managed to produce after dozens of failures with the help of the players!

The internal delayed fuse was successfully triggered by the violent shock of the shell hitting the ground.

Just as Amin's warhorse reared up in fright, throwing him to the ground, an even more dazzling light exploded from the crater not far in front of him!

Boom!!

An explosion, even more muffled than the previous cannon blast, but far more destructive, occurred!

The iron-cast projectile, weighing dozens of kilograms, was torn into countless pieces of varying sizes, hot and flying at high speed by the explosives inside. These pieces, carrying dirt and gravel, formed a storm of death that swept indiscriminately in all directions!

"ah--"

A piercing scream finally broke Amin's eardrums. A large number of the Bayara guards behind him fell instantly. Some had their heads sliced ​​off by shrapnel, some were cut in half at the waist, and others had their chests pierced, blood gushing out like fountains.

Amin himself took full hit by the shockwave from the explosion.

His large, heavy body was violently lifted up by an irresistible force, rolled twice in mid-air, and then crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several more times before coming to a stop.

Prince, take off.

He felt as if his internal organs were out of place, the world was spinning, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His ears were ringing loudly; he could hear nothing. His face and body were covered in countless cuts from flying shards of stone, each one burning with pain.

He lay on the ground, struggling to lift his head, but found that he had no strength left in his body.

He saw his black warhorse, the steed that had accompanied him in battle for many years, lying not far away convulsing. Its belly had been ripped open with a huge gash, and its colorful intestines were spilling out all over the ground.

He also saw Hu Yongqiang, that lowly Han dog, who was terrified the moment the explosion occurred and scrambled to hide behind a large rock. Now he was covering his head and trembling uncontrollably.

In a sorry state!

An unprecedentedly embarrassing situation!

shame!

A shame that runs deep in our bones!

The remaining Bayara guards were utterly terrified.

They no longer cared about what kind of sorcery it was, nor did they care about fear. Their unwavering loyalty gave them their final burst of courage.

"Protect the Prince!"

"Quickly! Take the Prince away!"

Seven or eight surviving guards rushed forward without regard for their own safety. They dismounted and used their bodies as shields to protect Amin, lifting him up from the ground.

Another guard led over a still-intact warhorse, and together they roughly tossed the delirious Amin onto the horse's back like a sack of flour.

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

The surviving Bayaras warriors turned their horses around and galloped recklessly towards the camp without looking back.

They were as arrogant when they came, and now they are fleeing in a sorry state.

On the city wall, watching the group of Later Jin cavalry fleeing in panic, the players first sighed with regret, and then burst into thunderous cheers.

"Holy crap! They got away!"

"What a pity! Just a tiny bit short! A first kill!"

"Don't fucking regret it! Didn't you guys see that explosion? That fat guy took off! It's hilarious!"

"Hahaha! Second Battalion Commander, you're awesome! That artillery fire was great, so satisfying!"

In Qian Lele's live stream, the chat was completely in an uproar.

【6666666! 】

[Take off! Prince Bellor learned to fly today!]

[A medical miracle! That shot just now cured my low blood pressure!]

[Cai Miao! Quick! Give us a close-up! I want to see Prince Bellero's facial expressions!]

……

The Later Jin camp was now in complete chaos.

When Amin's squad returned in disarray, everyone was stunned.

When Amin, covered in blood and unconscious, was carried off his horse and into the commander's tent, the entire high command of the camp fell into a deathly silence.

Half an hour later.

"ah--!!!"

A fierce, beast-like roar came from the command tent, sending chills down the spines of all the generals outside.

Inside the tent, Amin suddenly sat up from the bed. He pushed away the shaman who was treating his wounds. His body was wrapped in bandages, and his small eyes were bloodshot and red.

He surveyed the silent, trembling Later Jin generals in the tent. Everyone he targeted instinctively lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze.

"who!"

Amin's voice was hoarse, yet it contained a volcanic eruption of anger.

"Who told me that Guangning City is out of ammunition and food?!"

"Who told me that Chu Ze has gone mad?!"

"This past month! What on earth happened in this past month?!"

His roar made the entire command tent vibrate.

Finally, his predatory gaze locked onto Hu Yongqiang, who had been kneeling on the ground since they returned, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Quick! Go ask the spies in the city! Right now! Ask them! What the hell is going on in that city?!"