Zhu Ying: Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, Follow Me on the Northern Expedition! Expand Our Territory!

"What kind of shell is this?"

"Why is it so powerful?"

"How is this possible?"

"No, impossible."

"No such firearm can exist. It's an illusion, definitely an illusion."

Arutai's face had gone pale, while turmoil churned within him.

An indescribable fear filled the depths of his heart.

Though he was positioned in the rear ranks, the advancing assault and the ceaseless shelling had all fallen within his sight.

Such a terrifying weapon!

A weapon like thunder falling from the heavens!

It was the first time he had seen it.

He was utterly terrified.

"Report!"

"Reporting to the Great General!"

"The Ming Army's... their shells... are too strange. Their power is astonishing."

"Our vanguard suffered grievous losses in the attack. The cavalry and infantry formations have all collapsed."

"The losses are devastating!"

"Please make a decision quickly, Great General!"

A Tatar general from the vanguard rushed over in terror to report, his face equally pale.

At this moment,

in the face of the Ming Dynasty's bombardment,

every member of the Yuan Army, whether general or ordinary soldier, had been scared out of their wits by the artillery. All of them were filled with fear.

This was their first time facing such terrifying firearms.

No!

More accurately,

they were the only enemies of Zhu Ying in the entire world to face such weapons.

Firearms beyond their era.

Explosive Shells.

Their appearance had changed the very nature of war.

Even the sturdiest city walls would be flattened under such bombardment, much less a plain like this, where armies armed with cold weapons charged in formation.

When the shells came crashing down, it was nothing but slaughter.

After just a few volleys,

the Yuan Army had already lost tens of thousands. Countless more lay in pools of blood upon the battlefield, their limbs blown