The frontal battle ended in less than an hour.
There was no need to conduct a sweeping search of the mountains. Once all the soldiers and martial artists had retreated one or two kilometers away, five enormous airships, each seventy to eighty meters long, flew at low altitude several hundred meters above the ground. They slowly approached Yunshan Mountain and dropped large quantities of napalm.
There were not many heavy weapons left in Hedong City. The only dozen-odd artillery pieces had been hastily cobbled together overnight from scattered parts and gun barrels, but there was no shortage of shells.
Great Xia Nation had remained in a state of near-war readiness for almost twenty years, constantly preparing for battle. As a result, the ammunition in its armories had piled up like mountains.
Chen Shouyi noticed that the airships were not very accurate with their bombing. Quite a few napalm bombs landed at the foot of the mountain. One even landed on a high-rise building, and the upper floors were swallowed by flames. Fortunately, the surrounding buildings had long since been emptied.
No wonder these airships had never been deployed during battle, Chen Shouyi thought.
If several napalm bombs had suddenly landed amid the troops during the battle, the war would probably have been impossible to fight. The soldiers' morale would have collapsed.
Fortunately, most of the bombs still landed accurately on Yunshan Mountain.
The flames and poisonous smoke rapidly spread across Yunshan Mountain, soaring into the sky. From time to time, a barbarian with his entire body aflame would burst out of the forest, screaming and running about in panic. Before he had gone even a few hundred meters, however, he would collapse to the ground, his body rolling violently.
Clearly, not every barbarian was a fanatic who had cast aside