About two years earlier, Wang Shouzheng had finally lost all his lofty ambitions. His dragon aura had faded, and he began to keep his feet on the ground.
At the time, Peace Camp's artillery battalion was recruiting. Wang Shouzheng unexpectedly displayed considerable talent for commanding artillery fire, and after round after round of selection, he successfully became the artillery battalion's commander-in-chief.
Limited by technology and carrying capacity, Peace Camp had only three hundred artillerymen and three hundred rocket launchers. As for rockets, they had brought only fifteen hundred this time.
But even that was enough to win a great battle in this era.
These rockets had a range of five hundred meters, with an effective kill zone seventy meters by twenty-five meters—an area of a full 1,750 square meters.
A single rocket was already this terrifying. When three hundred were fired in a blanket barrage, against the traditional methods of warfare in this era, it was truly a world-destroying strike.
As far as the eye could see, fire raged in every direction.
Even those not struck by the rockets had never undergone any relevant stress training in this age. Simply witnessing such a horrifying scene was enough to drain every ounce of courage from them.
In war, courage was everything!
Weapons like rocket launchers were undoubtedly the greatest mockery of courage, morale, and mortal flesh.
What they slaughtered was courage; what they destroyed was defiance. No matter how strong one's will, it could not withstand the purest force of destruction.
In just a few dozen seconds, Cao Zheng's side went from pressing forward step by step to collapsing like a mountain avalanche.
The army of a hundred thousand was like ants scalded by boiling water, fleeing wildly and chaotically to the rear. Men shoved against men, men trampled men, and