At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

"Fire!"

At this command, there were no earth-shattering shouts of charge, no thunderous roars of galloping cavalry, but instead, a series of deafening sounds that could tear the heavens and earth apart rang out!

bang bang bang! ! !

The deafening roar of the cannons suddenly exploded, like thunderclaps falling from the heavens to earth!

The dozens of dark cannons lined up in a row suddenly trembled, their muzzles erupting with blazing red flames, billowing black smoke rising into the sky and obscuring half the heavens.

The scorching heatwave exploded outwards from the artillery position, sweeping across the surrounding area and hurling away all the surrounding sand and gravel.

Heavy, sharp shells, carrying the force of thunder, were fired from the barrels and pierced the sky!

The jet-black projectiles left long trails of flame under the daylight, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, leaving only fleeting streaks of light and shadow. In the blink of an eye, they crashed into the dense formation of the Yan army!

Rumble!!!

A deafening explosion erupted!

The moment the first shell landed, the terrifying explosive force instantly spread out.

The Yan army shield bearers, who stood guard at the front and held heavy iron shields, thought that their layers of strong shields would be enough to withstand all arrows, stones and charges. However, in the face of the power of cannons, these finely crafted iron shields were as fragile as paper.

The sturdy black iron shield was instantly shattered by the immense force of the explosion, with fragments of iron flying everywhere, accompanied by violent shockwaves and scalding sparks.

The dozens of Yan armor soldiers standing behind the shields didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were thrown several meters into the air by the sudden burst of force.

Flesh and blood were instantly torn apart by the terrifying force of the explosion, severed limbs flew everywhere, and warm blood sprayed out, instantly staining the yellow earth beneath their feet red.

Broken armor, shattered spears, and splattered blood and flesh were mixed together, scattered amidst the smoke of battle, a horrifying sight.

This is just the beginning.

Bang bang bang!

Boom boom boom!!!

The continuous roar of cannons rose and fell, echoing through the sky, as wave after wave of shells rained down, accurately bombarding the entire defensive line of the Yan army.

Every shell that landed was a devastating catastrophe.

Some shells landed in the center of the densely packed square formation of soldiers, and the shockwaves from the explosions instantly swept across an area of ​​several feet in radius. Dozens of Yan soldiers within the circle were instantly shattered, their internal organs torn apart, and their bodies disintegrated into a blurry mass of flesh and blood, leaving no intact corpses.

Some shells grazed the ground and exploded, the violent shockwaves whipping up dust and rocks, mixed with scorching sparks, which slammed into the surrounding soldiers.

The hard armor cracked from the intense heat, and the soldiers' skin and flesh were burned and festering. Their mournful cries rose and fell, a scene of despair and tragedy.

Some cannonballs struck precisely where the Yan army's shield formations met, tearing open huge gaps.

The once neat, tight, and impregnable defensive line was completely shattered and riddled with holes under the relentless bombardment.

The once solemn and orderly Yan army positions were instantly transformed into a living hell.

Smoke billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun. The pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh mingled with the acrid odor of gunpowder, sweeping across the battlefield with the howling wind, making one feel nauseous.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, broken armor pieces, and bright red blood that pooled into thin streams, soaking the yellow earth.

Countless Yan soldiers were completely stunned by the bombing.

They had fought for half their lives, experiencing countless battles and seeing iron cavalry trample through camps, arrows rain down on enemy lines, and stones breach cities, but they had never seen such bizarre and terrifying methods of killing.

Without close combat or clashes of swords and spears, across a distance of hundreds of feet, a single roar could instantly claim the lives of dozens or even hundreds of comrades.

One second they were standing side by side, ready for battle, and the next they were reduced to ashes in a deafening explosion.

The scorching sparks sizzled as they landed on the armor, and the violent shockwaves caused excruciating eardrums and a dizzying sensation in the head. Everyone froze in place, their bodies stiff, their pupils dilated, and their faces filled with extreme fear and bewilderment.

Their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled violently, their legs went weak, and their fighting spirit, confidence, and determination to defend the city to the death were utterly crushed and vanished under this terrifying bombardment.

Not only the Yan army, which was trapped in the inferno of artillery fire, but also all the Daqian soldiers standing on the other side of the battlefield were frozen in place.

The entire Daqian army was completely silent.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, armed with swords and spears, stared intently at the brutal and horrific battlefield opposite them. Everyone was dumbfounded, their bodies stiffened, and even their breathing subconsciously stopped.

The veteran, who was once a seasoned and decisive soldier, stared wide-eyed at the smoke and wreckage, his eyes filled with extreme shock, unable to recover for a long time.

Those new recruits who had just fought alongside the army and witnessed countless bloody battles were completely stunned, their bodies turned cold, and their hearts were filled with endless shock and horror.

They had seen fierce battles with flashing swords and battlefields strewn with corpses, but they had never seen such devastating and almost insurmountable terrifying combat power.

Among the crowd, Xiao Yunche stood tall and straight at the head of the generals. At this moment, he, who was usually calm and composed and unflappable in the face of danger, was completely stunned.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, his pupils trembled violently, and he stared intently at the Yan army's position, which was ravaged by artillery fire and littered with blood and flesh. His chest heaved with blood and qi, and an extreme shock rushed to the top of his head.

The deafening roar of cannons echoed in his ears, and before him lay the crumbling and utterly defeated Yan army defenses. The elite shield formations that were once capable of withstanding thousands of troops were blasted to ashes in just a few breaths.

Xiao Yunche subconsciously held his breath, all the chill and composure surrounding him vanished, and a fine layer of cold sweat quietly seeped out from his back. His lips trembled slightly, his voice hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief and trembling, as he murmured to himself:

"What...what is this thing?"

"The power... is terrifying..."

He was well-versed in military strategy and had fought in battles for many years, possessing a deep understanding of the art of offense and defense on the battlefield.

Throughout history, long-range offensive and defensive tactics on the battlefield have relied on nothing more than catapults, powerful bows and crossbows.

Catapults require human effort to push and charge before being launched. They have limited range and slow speed, making them easy for the enemy to anticipate and block. Although they are powerful, they are ultimately predictable and defensible.

Powerful bows and crossbows have shorter ranges, making them often difficult to penetrate heavily armored shield formations.

But this unknown weapon of mass destruction is far superior to all other weapons in the world!

It covered a distance of hundreds of feet in an instant, landed with a deafening roar, and the explosive force was earth-shattering and indestructible.

No need for soldiers to charge into battle, no need for close-quarters combat; with just a series of booming sounds, the defenses of an elite army can be torn apart, and countless elite soldiers slaughtered.

Xiao Yunche knew perfectly well that if such a powerful weapon were deployed on a large scale on the battlefield, it would be truly invincible!

Ordinary military formations, shield formations, and city defenses are rendered useless and easily defeated in its presence!

The group of generals from the Great Qian Dynasty standing beside him were all horrified and stood frozen in place.

Shen Luotang, usually calm and composed, having witnessed countless grand scenes, now had a turbulent undercurrent in her usually serene eyes. She stared blankly at the smoke-filled battlefield before her, speechless for a long time. Finally, she exhaled a heavy breath, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Such a terrifying and deadly creature exists in this world...it's utterly appalling!"

Wang Yang, a veteran of countless battles, gripped his spear, his eyes filled with shock. He sighed in a deep voice, "In all my decades of life, I have never seen such a bizarre and domineering weapon, far surpassing a catapult by more than a hundredfold!"

The young and fierce general Zhou Lin stared wide-eyed, his face full of amazement, and couldn't help but mutter in admiration:

"This is terrifying... Just how many more terrifying trump cards does Elder Su's army still hold?"

"With this weapon in hand, why should soldiers fight bloody battles? We can truly crush thousands of troops and win battle after battle without losing a single soldier!"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, all sharing the same shock and horror. No one was unmoved by the power of the cannon.

Just as everyone was still in shock and unable to recover, a light and unhurried footstep came from behind.

Xiao Yunchuan walked slowly to Xiao Yunche's side, gently placing his long, slender hand on his third brother's shoulder. Looking at the completely collapsed Yan army positions ahead, his eyes were smiling, and his tone carried a hint of calmness and pride:

"Third Brother, isn't this thing amazing?"

He looked up at the roaring cannons and slowly explained, "These are divine weapons that my master personally developed and improved. Back in the East China Sea, we relied on these to sweep through the 150,000-strong Dongyi navy, destroying hundreds of Dongyi warships and annihilating their entire army, leaving them with no power to resist."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunche was greatly shocked. He immediately turned to look at Xiao Yunchuan, his eyes filled with urgency and curiosity. Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he asked in a deep voice:

"Sixth Brother, what...what is the name of this divine weapon?"

"It's called a cannon." Xiao Yunchuan smiled slightly, his tone firm and sharp: "This cannon is incredibly powerful. With a full-force bombardment, it's enough to flatten mountains and forests and destroy fortified cities."

"Today, the Yan army has deployed a heavy defensive line, hoping to win this battle, but little do they know, they have already run into the toughest obstacle!"

"artillery……"

Shen Luotang, Wang Yang, Zhou Lin and other generals murmured the two words, deeply engraving the name of this terrifying weapon in their hearts, the shock in their eyes lingering for a long time.

At this moment, the Yan army's ranks had already been completely transformed into a chaotic inferno.

The continuous artillery bombardment completely shattered the morale and defenses of the Yan army.

The surviving Yan soldiers were all pale-faced, trembling, and their pupils were filled with extreme fear.

Watching their comrades die instantly and their flesh melt away, seeing the sturdy shield formation crumble inch by inch, and hearing the endless roars and mournful cries, everyone was plunged into extreme panic and collapse.

"What exactly is that thing?"

"It wasn't a catapult! It wasn't a rain of arrows! Why did it explode upon landing! The power was terrifying!"

"We can't hold on! We simply can't hold on! This is a devastating force that no human can withstand!"

"This is terrifying! It's sorcery! The Great Qian army is using sorcery!"

Panic roars, desperate cries, and despairing sobs mingled together, echoing throughout the entire Yan army formation.

The once disciplined and fearless Yan army was now in complete disarray.

Some were so frightened that they abandoned their armor and collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear; others turned and fled desperately, trying to escape this inferno of gunfire.

Some people were at a loss, their hands holding weapons trembling uncontrollably, having long lost all will to fight.

The entire battle line collapsed completely, the soldiers scattered in panic, the formation was in complete disarray, and all traces of the previous fierce momentum were gone.

Beneath the central command banner, Murong Di and Tian Cheng were completely stunned by the horrific scene before them.

The two stood frozen on their warhorses, their bodies stiff, their faces ashen, and their eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

The warhorse beneath him was also extremely frightened, pawing the ground restlessly, neighing intermittently, its mane standing on end, twisting its body in agitation, and even though the rider tightened the reins, it still could not calm down.

Tian Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently. He stared intently at his own troops being ravaged by artillery fire, witnessing the horrific scene of thousands killed or wounded in just one round of bombardment. His throat bobbed, his voice trembled and broke, filled with terror and panic.

"What the hell was that thing... exploding out of thin air with tremendous force!"

"In just one bombardment, our army lost thousands of elite troops!"

"The Great Qian... what kind of sorcery and evil magic has the Great Qian used! General! What should we do now!"

At this moment, Tian Cheng had long lost the composure and sharpness he used to display when leading troops into battle; all that remained in his heart was endless fear and helplessness.

He had fought for many years, experiencing dozens of battles, large and small, but never had a battle been as bizarre and desperate as today's.

Before the two armies could even engage in close combat, their elite troops were slaughtered by the enemy's ranged weapons. Before they could even get close to the enemy, they had already suffered heavy casualties and their formation had collapsed.

Murong Di's heart sank to the bottom, and his whole body felt cold.

He gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white, his arm trembling slightly, and his eyes swirling with endless panic and disbelief.

From the moment Su Mu appeared on the battlefield, the battle situation completely slipped out of his control, and everything seemed strange.

With just his imposing presence, Su Mu intimidated the massive army, preventing the allied forces from making any rash moves.

At this moment, the enemy brought out such terrifying and devastating weaponry, causing the Yan army to be routed.

Just how much terrifying strength has the Great Qian Dynasty been hiding?

How many more hidden cards do they have up their sleeves that they haven't yet revealed?

At this moment, all of Murong Di's confidence, plans, and chances of winning collapsed, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and despair completely enveloped his body.

At the very rear of the army, atop a giant war elephant, Meng Shan, the battle-hardened and unparalleled commander of the Nanzhao elephant army, had all his rugged fierceness vanished, replaced by extreme solemnity and horror.

Looking down from his vantage point, he took in the horrific scene of the entire battlefield, and a storm raged within him.

The massive, steady war elephant beneath their feet was now frightened by the continuous roar of cannons, frequently lowering its head and trembling slightly, no longer displaying its usual domineering and mighty power.

Meng Shan's pupils constricted sharply, and he silently murmured in horror:

"Terrifying...it's absolutely terrifying..."

"Such extreme explosive power is violent, unstoppable, and unstoppable..."

"Even my heavily armored, thick-skinned war elephant legion, impervious to swords, spears, and arrows, would be utterly unable to withstand such artillery bombardment! Just one volley, and the war elephants will be routed, and the soldiers will suffer a gruesome death!"

He was utterly terrified and secretly glad that he hadn't rashly led the war elephant army into a charge. Otherwise, it would have been his proud Nanzhao elite elephant army that was now being annihilated in the inferno of artillery fire!

Before the entire Broken Cloud Mountain, the Yan army was in chaos, morale was completely lost, the defensive line collapsed, and the defeat was inevitable!

Smoke filled the sky, the wind howled, and the lingering effects of the artillery fire still echoed and trembled between heaven and earth.

Just as the entire Yan army was in a state of panic, its generals and commanders were lost in thought, and they were completely on the verge of despair and collapse, Su Mu slowly raised his hands on the front lines.

A gentle breeze rustled his robes.

He gazed at the routed, terrified, and desperate Yan army before him, at the land stained red by cannon fire. His cold, indifferent eyes remained unmoved, while a faint, chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

A deep, cold voice, carrying an endless sense of oppression, pierced through the wind and smoke, clearly resounding throughout the entire battlefield!

"This is just the beginning."

The moment the words fell, a cold glint flashed in Su Mu's eyes, and he gave a sharp and fierce order!

"All troops, listen to my command..."

"attack!"

"Artillery, set up fire! Keep bombarding! Bomb them hard!"