Cannon fire tore through the long night alongside the dawn, and the chain shots whistled as they smashed into the stockade wall. In just a fleeting moment, the encampment that Qi Yun had relied on as his greatest defense against the Han Army was thus effortlessly shattered by twenty spinning chain shots.
Wood chips and bamboo splinters scattered across the ground, and the soldiers nearby met an unknown fate. The power of the chain shots was immense, but because of the stockade wall, the two forces canceled each other out; the chain shots that smashed through the wall could hardly inflict any more casualties on personnel. Many chain shots brought down the stockade wall only for the iron chains in the middle to wrap around the wooden palisades, failing to even form a second ricochet as they spun a few times on the ground and came to a complete halt.
Yet even so, it still scared the clan army of the Xin Tribe—who were witnessing the power of artillery for the first time—half to death. The Grassland Soldiers had it slightly better by comparison, but that was only slightly. Unlike the Xin Tribe, they had personally experienced the scenes of being brutally ravaged by the Han Tribe's artillery shells, and still felt lingering fear when recalling it now. If the Han Tribe hadn't suddenly unleashed this mysterious Great Weapon of Mass Destruction back then, they could never have lost that miserably.
The scene instantly plunged into chaos, with some people lying on the ground howling in terror, while others ran around like madmen. Others, realizing there was no artillery fire coming from the north and west, hurriedly retreated in those two directions.
Qi Yun lost his wits for a moment, watching his subordinates run around in disorder while having no