"Fire!"
Chen Qianhu roared with eyes wide open, fiercely brandishing the Order Flag in his hand.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang——!
The deafening sounds of artillery fused into one, like rolling thunder crushing over the snowfield.
From the cannon muzzle spewed long tongues of fire, and thick smoke spread instantly. Dense solid iron bullets and explosive shells, akin to deadly iron rain with a piercing whistling sound, fiercely slammed into the enemy formations charging down the hillside.
Squish! Crack!
Ah—!
Flesh and blood flew, dismembered limbs scattered everywhere!
The charge was abruptly halted by the sudden and fierce artillery fire, and the carefully organized formation was instantly torn open with several huge gaps.
Screams, wails replaced the cries of the charge.
The mighty bodies of the Rashan appeared particularly vulnerable under the artillery fire, and the full armor of the Japanese Samurai was unable to withstand the high-speed, flying iron sand and shrapnel.
