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The cannon let out a heaven-shaking boom, spooking every horse nearby that had never witnessed the power of artillery.

Suritu's warhorse was no exception. It reared high on its hind legs and let out a terrified neigh. Fortunately, Suritu seemed to have decent riding skills. He clamped both legs tightly around the horse's belly and desperately hauled on the reins, finally bringing it under control. Then he stared at the cannon beside Chai Duoduo with lingering fear.

This strange thing's power was simply too terrifying. In the blink of an eye, the enemy's wagon formation had been blasted into a gruesome wreck by the cannon.

The two wagons directly facing the cannon's muzzle in the ring formed by the wagons had been smashed into splinters, while the soldiers behind them had been cleared out in a straight line. Judging by the damage caused by that single shot, two or three hundred people had died horribly on the spot, including several clan elders standing at the very front. As for Niu Wei's subordinate, his cowardice had saved him: he had thrown himself flat on the ground beforehand and thus avoided the fatal blow.

The Chain Shot howled forward like an electric fan that had broken free of its central axle. It tore through the frontmost wagon, plowing a bloody road through human flesh, then blasted out through the wagons behind it. With a single strike, it had completely pierced the circular formation. Its power was nothing short of terrifying.

Many people at the scene were completely stunned. Even the warriors of the Han Tribe, including several artillerymen, were seeing the destructive effect of a cannon at close range for the first time.

"Invincible wherever we go! The Han Army is mighty!"

After a deathly silence, Chai Duoduo suddenly raised his saber