At that moment, the sky seemed to belong to nothing but fire and gunsmoke.
Datou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hands trembling nonstop.
Shells imbued with Arts landed among the crowd, and all anyone could hear was a thunderous boom.
Mingled with soundless screams.
Datou felt hot blood surge through him. That deafening blast had felt like an iron block weighing hundreds or thousands of pounds slamming into his chest.
The smell of gunsmoke mixed with blood assaulted his nostrils.
The next moment, fire flashed before his eyes.
His head felt as though a heavy hammer had struck it, and everything went black.
"You all right?"
Someone hauled him up.
Datou shook his head, looking hazily at the man before him.
Li Ping'an swung his saber backhanded, killing a soldier charging toward them.
"Ping'an... are we going to die?" Datou asked again.
"Hard to say," Li Ping'an said.
The ambush had utterly failed to achieve its intended effect. The enemy had shown no panic at being ambushed.
Instead, they were exceptionally practiced, concentrating their fire while maintaining a flawless formation, giving their enemies no opening whatsoever.
Great Sui's side, by contrast.
Their equipment was inadequate, their offensive strength poor.
Charging in was like clay oxen plunging into the sea.
They had probably been deliberately sent to probe the enemy's strength, or their commander really did have water in his brain.
So Li Ping'an thought.
Powerful crossbow bolts poured down on them like rain.
Everyone became a target, pierced by bolt after bolt.
After the shrill whistling came explosions that blanketed heaven and earth.
The blasts sent everyone crying for their fathers and mothers.
In their eyes, the entire world had been reduced to a single color.
Dazzling scarlet.
Booming explosions followed one after another, like mountains crumbling