"Crack, click," a quantitative change led to a qualitative change, just when there were more and more cracks in the city wall, and even one part of the city wall collapsed, and the overwhelming Yan tribe troops charged in along the gap.
Cracks appeared on the bodies of a large number of Flame Clan arms giant phantoms.
Li Wenhao's eyes flashed, he roared loudly, and waved his left arm vigorously: "Shoot, use rune armor-piercing bullets, kill them for me!
Archers, fire spirits are ready!"
"Shoot!" Runa Ying and other generals, who had been impatient for a long time, roared and ordered.
"Boom, boom, boom." There was a sudden silence on the battlefield, followed by a deafening roar and hundreds of dazzling white flashes.
At such a close distance, and with the blessing of the penetrating runes, the fire giant phantoms that had already appeared cracks were shattered one after another and exploded into flying flowers.
There were even runic armor-piercing bullets that penetrated two or three phantoms of the battle formation in a row, and shot into the dark military formation, leaving a straight line of blood.
Even a fifth-level powerhouse would have to vomit blood and be seriously injured if he tried to stop him.
"No, the phantom of the battle array has been shattered, and we have no protection!"
"What kind of cannonball is this? It's so powerful!"
"How is it possible that Langya Army's cannon can still shoot?"
For a time, the Yan Clan army was stunned by this round of artillery and panicked.
Especially as the phantom of the battle formation shattered, a large number of soldiers in the battle formation suffered backlash, vomited blood, were injured, and even fell into coma, making them even more panicked.
Ancestor Yan Guang was among the crowd. When he saw something was wrong, he pulled his neck and shouted: "Brothers, don't panic, the enemy's cannon must have just cooled down, and it can only fire one shot at most!"
However, he had just finished shouting, "Boom, boom," and the slap in the face came so quickly. The second round of artillery fire came, and the phantoms of the fire giant battle formation were shattered again.
"This, this is impossible!" Yan Guangzu was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue, but unfortunately he didn't have time to think about it, and then he yelled: "Don't be afraid, everyone, there are two rounds at most, Langya Army can't shoot a third round
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"Boom!" This time, before he finished speaking, the third round of giants arrived as expected. On the battlefield, less than a third of the fire giant phantoms had not yet been broken, and they were still at the back.
"Crossbowman, shoot arrows!"
There was a loud shout on the city wall, and 20,000 fire spirits and tens of thousands of archers fell like raindrops.
Without the protection of the phantom of the battle formation, the Yan Clan army was unable to hide, especially as the formation was densely packed, and they screamed and screamed with blood splattering.
The worst thing is the soldiers in the battle formation. When the phantom of the battle formation is almost exhausted, they will take the initiative to withdraw from the battle formation and retreat to repair.
But now, the battle formation was not removed voluntarily, but was broken, and all suffered backlash from the battle formation.
Those who were lucky were weak and those who were unlucky were seriously injured. Ordinary soldiers could use their spiritual power to block the attack, but they had no strength to escape and could only wait to die.
"Boom!" There was another round of shelling, exploding into patches of blood.
This time it was no longer a rune armor-piercing projectile. After all, it was not easy to make rune projectiles, and there were not many of them. Moreover, all the phantoms of the Yan Clan army's battle array were shattered.
Those who cannot be broken belong to the later troops, and if they are beaten, it will be in vain. It is better to use ordinary scattered shells and harvest as many heads as possible.
"How is it possible? It's already been three rounds?"
Yanguang Zuzhan stood in the midst of the rebellious army, with thunder rolling in his head. He couldn't figure it out. Everyone was using black iron cannons. Why were you, Langya, so unruly?
It's really, really bullying!
"Commander, retreat, if we continue to fight, the casualties will be too great!" A sixth-level general next to him rushed over and shouted.
Ancestor Yan Guang's lips twitched, and he turned to look at Shuai Qi in the distance. After a long time, he let out a cry and said, "I wanted to retreat even though I was on horseback, but I didn't give the order later. Retreating privately is a capital crime!"
The several generals of the Yan tribe who gathered around were speechless. What they said was so reasonable!
But now, as Yanguang Zuomu’s only son, if you don’t call for withdrawal, who will call for withdrawal?
If you shout, nothing may happen. If we shout, we will lose a layer of skin.
"continue!"
On the top of the city, Li Wenhao looked at the hell on earth below the city without any emotion on his face.
"Boom!"
Cannonballs were flying, arrows were like locusts, and swarms of Yan tribe soldiers were harvested.
In the mid-air, more than a dozen giant flaming eyes flashed. Once they found a strong man above level six and couldn't bear to release their combat skills, they would shoot an invisible arrow and take away a big human head.
"Sir, retreat, this is not an attack on the city, this is a suicide attempt!"
"Oh, oh, oh, sir, these are the elites of my Yanguang family, they can't all be buried here!"
"Retreat the troops. The enemy has already planned it. They must have hidden thousands of black iron cannons and deliberately tricked us into dying. Wuwuwu!"
On the command platform, a large group of Yan tribe generals knelt down and kowtowed.
"Li Wenhao, how dare you do this!" Yan Guang Zuomu couldn't bear it anymore, stared at his scarlet eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.
A clever seventh-level Yan clan man standing next to him quickly stood up and shouted: "Ming Jin, withdraw your troops!"
"How could it be defeated?" Behind him, Zichuan Teng's face turned pale. Before he came, he thought that Langya would definitely lose.
But the scene he saw with his own eyes was completely the opposite. Not only was Langya not defeated, he also inflicted heavy casualties on the Yan tribe.
In this battle, at least hundreds of thousands of Yan clan members died, right?
"Humph," Master Huang snorted heavily and turned away.
"Ding ding ding,"
Finally, the long-awaited golden sound sounded on the battlefield, and the surviving Yan Clan soldiers turned around and ran away as if they had been granted amnesty.
"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
Among the rebellious troops, Yan Guangzu and many generals shouted and ordered the troops to evacuate.
"I want to retreat now, but it's too late, Earth Splitting Technique!"
Li Wenhao's eyes were cold, and the Four Dragon Seal he had long held in his hand emitted an earthy yellow light that could not be seen by the naked eye and escaped into the earth.
He was also cruel, and when the Four Dragon Seals were applied, a full three-quarters of his energy was consumed.
"Rumble, rumble," the earth roared, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
A huge crack five miles long and more than ten meters wide suddenly appeared on the battlefield, blocking the way for the Yan tribe's army to retreat.
What's even more frightening is that the quicksand is rolling, flowing crazily into the cracks, taking with it the defeated soldiers on both sides, making it impossible for them to escape even if they want to.
Screaming, he was swept into the unfathomable cracks by the quicksand.
"This is the Blood Tide Crack!"
Everyone couldn't see the light of the Four Dragon Seal, and their first reaction was the blood tide crack, and military advisor Fu Baichuan and others all took a breath of air.
"Probably!" Li Wenhao rubbed his nose lightly. He was also frightened by the power of the Four Dragon Seals.
I didn't know how to explain it for a while, so I responded casually.
"Blood tide, blood tide crack, super blood tide crack, run away!"
"Oh my god, such a big crack is so scary!"
"Wow, the seventh continent is too scary, I want to go home!"
Unlike people in the Seventh Continent, who have not experienced blood tides for thousands of years, people in the Dilan plane have all experienced blood tides and know how terrifying they are.
But they have never seen such a big crack, and this was before the blood tide broke out. If the blood tide broke out, would it be okay?
At this moment, I was scared to death and my morale dropped to rock bottom.
"Surrender, we surrender!"
"Woo, don't kill me. I was forced to be a soldier. I don't want to come here!"
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, many Yan tribe soldiers who were civilians knelt down and surrendered.
For a moment, looking from a high place, all the surrendering troops dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender. There were 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers.