The instant the order was given, countless soldiers grew excited. At last, they were going to fire these massive cannons with their own hands.
Shells were swiftly loaded one after another, then aimed at Fu Zhi in midair.
"Loading complete!"
"Target acquired!"
Reports rang out one after another. The Captain stared at Fu Zhi in the air and shouted sharply, "Fire!"
BOOM! BOOM!
Orange-red flames burst from the cannon muzzles, and the deafening blasts made the entire Wu'an City tremble faintly.
One black cannonball after another howled through the air, trailing wisps of white smoke as they hurtled straight toward Fu Zhi in midair!
Fu Zhi's gaze sharpened.
It's here. This is the thing.
As the Mohist Ancestor, he had spent his entire life studying Mechanism Arts. When that cylinder had exploded earlier, he had realized that Wu'an City possessed some sort of explosive with astonishing destructive power.
Then Crown Prince Dan of Yan had mentioned how Zhao Cheng had used explosive cannons to easily blast apart the walls of Daliang, the capital of Wei State. That only made him more curious about this thing.
As the Mohist Ancestor, he felt a heartfelt curiosity and urge to investigate such a mechanism unlike anything he had ever seen.
His eyes locked tightly onto those shells, allowing them to draw near.
The next moment, an unbroken series of thunderous explosions suddenly erupted in the sky.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Dozens of shells exploded almost at the same instant. Orange-red fire soared into the heavens like clusters of miniature blazing suns, instantly swallowing Fu Zhi's figure whole.
Thick black smoke, carrying scorching waves of air, billowed upward in rolling torrents, blotting out half the sky. Even the wind seemed dyed with searing heat.
The ear-splitting explosions echoed between heaven and