Was Shu Tingyu of the Yinyuan Association bragging? Could his Iron Blood Army block Shen Lang's cannons?
He was not bragging. They could really block it. Because every warrior of the Iron Blood Army was wearing extremely strong steel armor. Of course, it was still far from the Sky-sea Pavilion's armor.
The armor of the Iron Blood Army was almost the same as that of the First Nirvana Army of Shen Lang. It was pure steel armor and weighed no more than eighty kilograms. This was already very powerful and was enough to block most arrows.
The armor of the Sky-sea Pavilion was completely hopeless. It was absolutely invulnerable. Even a one-hundred-and-eighty-kilogram sword could not cut through it because they used a secret alloy.
In fact, the steel armor of the Iron Blood Army of the Yinyuan Association could not block Shen Lang's cannons at close range, but they should be able to block it from a distance of tens of meters. And they were running so fast, more than ten meters per second. Even if they entered the killing range of the cannons, they would reach the city wall in a few seconds. At most, they would be hit by a wave of attacks.
The super monk soldiers of the Tongtian Temple did not wear armor that was invulnerable. Could they block the cannons that were like a storm?
It would be even easier.
The weapons of these monk soldiers were 1.8 meters long super broadswords. Their unique skill was similar to Qiu Yao'er's, electric fans.
They crossed their hands, and the 1.8 meters long broadswords rotated at an astonishing speed of more than ten times per second. This was actually completely beyond the limit of human speed. They were already using Genuine Qi to rotate the broadswords. It was really at the speed of an electric fan.
Not only that, the super broadswords of these monk soldiers were specially made. Once they rotated at high speed, they could release a strong electromagnetic centrifugal force. Any arrows would be thrown away before they could even get close. Shen Lang's cannons were no exception. So even the densest steel bullets and arrow rain could not hurt them at all.
This was the secret army of the transcendental forces. It was a qualitative leap from a normal army and could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Therefore, Ascetic Suffering's judgment was correct. The Iron Blood Army of the Yinyuan Association surpassed the First Nirvana Army. Its combat power was probably similar to that of the Amazon Army, maybe a little weaker. And the super monk soldiers of the Tongtian Temple had combat power that surpassed the Amazon Army.
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"Boom boom boom boom …"
Shenlang's hundreds of smoothbore cannons were still firing wildly, slaughtering madly. Fifty meters away from the walls, the corpses had already piled up into a wall.
After all, the army of the Zhu Family was not completely fearless. They were still completely frightened by the massacre in front of their eyes, and their momentum of charging gradually stopped. They were made of flesh and blood, not steel. They really couldn't pass through the death zone formed by the steel storm.
No matter how strict and crazy Princess Ning Luo and Count Chingan were, they would not be able to control the army. Their army had already suffered countless casualties, and there were not many left. Looking at the torrential rain of bullets and arrows in front of them, they could no longer resist the fear in their hearts. They scattered to the sides and fled desperately towards the north and south.
After Princess Ning Luo and Wu Zhaozhong's army was Ning Qi's 100,000 strong army. This army did not want to fight with Shen Lang at all.
They had just rushed within a few hundred meters when they were attacked by the steel storm of Shen Lang's cannons, and they were immediately stunned.
This battlefield was too huge. Unless one stood on the high platform in the middle of the army and could see the tragic situation of the battle, and could see countless people being slaughtered by the rainstorm of bullets, the vision of the ordinary soldiers was limited. They could only see the black human heads in front of them, and they couldn't even see the scene of the massacre. Otherwise, they would collapse even earlier.
At this time, Ning Qi's 100,000 strong army had just been attacked by Shen Lang's cannons. They saw the densely packed corpses in front of them, and then saw the army in front of them desperately fleeing.
Without saying anything, this army also fled directly towards the north and south. Most of them fled towards the direction of the capital in the north.
While running, they were excited. Was His Majesty Shen Lang so powerful? It seemed that this battle would not be clear.
And Shen Lang's cannons had even temporarily stopped firing. It was not because they were overheated, but because they did not want to slaughter this group of people who might be on their side.
When Zhong Shishi, who was on the fort wall, saw this scene, she could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Ning Qi was her brother-in-law, and he was also her cousin. Of course, she was not willing to meet Ning Qi on the battlefield. And for a very long time, the Zhong family had been loyal to and supporting Ning Qi.
But at this time, Ning Qi was feeling very sullen.
Every day for the past two years had been very sullen and uncomfortable for him. It was as if he had lost his spirit because he had lost his direction.
This time, he had wanted to fight with Shen Lang with all his might and then resign himself to fate. But he had not expected that his army's morale would be lower than he had imagined, and they were even more confused than he was. Almost immediately after encountering Shen Lang's cannons, they had run away. After cursing a few times in his heart, he also ran away. He was not running away, because Shen Lang's cannons could not harm him. His 100,000 strong army had been routed, and he wanted to catch up and regroup his troops, lest they become completely scattered and disorganized.
When Zhu Jung saw this scene, he sighed again in his heart. The hearts of the people in the world were with Jiang, not with Ji. If they were fighting with the wind, it would be fine. Ning Qi's army would still be willing to charge forward and fight. But now that Shen Lang's cannons were so fierce, it would be strange if they were willing to die.
Fortunately, they did not count on these 100,000 ordinary soldiers for this battle. They were completely used as cannon fodder.
After Ning Qi's 100,000 strong army had fled, only Zhang Zhao's 100,000 strong army, as well as the 30,000 strong army of the Yin Yuan Association and Tongtian Temple were left on the battlefield.
Because of the army's retreat, not only did the battle not enter an end, but it also entered a true climax.
An extremely amazing scene appeared.
Originally, Zhang Zhao's 100,000 strong army was charging at the front, but the 20,000 iron-blooded soldiers of the Yin Yuan Association were too fast. They all used a bayonet formation, and the 20,000 people were like 20 huge bayonets. They easily pierced through Zhang Zhao's 100,000 strong army.
Zhang Zhao's 100,000 strong army wore gray armor, while the iron-blooded soldiers of the Yin Yuan Association wore white armor. They were really like shining bayonets.
Not only were they fast, but they were also orderly. The 20,000 people were like one person. The bayonet formation they formed was not scattered at all. It was even more orderly than a large-scale gymnastics team in a certain country.
At the beginning, they were very fast, running at a speed of 10 meters per second. However, after charging into Zhang Zhao's army, their speed immediately slowed down. This was because they had to hide in Zhang Zhao's army.
Therefore, Zhang Zhao's 100,000 strong army seemed strange. As they ran, they looked at the iron-blooded soldiers of the Yin Yuan Association. They felt that it was infuriating to compare oneself with others. Was there such an elite army in this world? They wore sturdy white steel armor, carried super strong bows and five quiver of arrows on their backs, had scimitars on their waists, and held a big mo saber in their hands.
How much weight were they carrying? If it were any other army, they would not be able to walk, but they could still run like lightning.
As long as they were within 300 meters, the 20,000 iron-blooded soldiers of the Yin Yuan Association could enter shooting mode. They ran while shooting arrows. Once they reached the bottom of the walls, the enemy would be finished. The mo saber in their hands could easily chop the wooden walls into pieces.
When Zhang Zhao saw this army, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When the armies of transcendental forces appeared, the era of ordinary armies was over. Even Shen Lang's Nirvana Army was not as strong as this iron-blooded army of the Yin Yuan Association.
Shu Tingyu, who was on the central army's high platform, heaved a long sigh of relief. She said to Zhu Jung, "Governor Zhu, there's no need to use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. Lord Zhu Hongxue's Blood Soul Army doesn't need to be mobilized. My iron-blooded army alone is enough to exterminate Shen Lang. In today's battle, my iron-blooded army will completely avenge our humiliation. The reason why the iron-blooded army was annihilated in the battle of Raging Tide City wasn't because we weren't strong enough. It was all because of the venomous insects of Stupa Mountain."
One couldn't blame Shu Tingyu for being so confident. The iron-blooded army was indeed very strong. According to the current situation, the performance of the iron-blooded army would soon begin. When they entered 300 meters, the iron-blooded army would counterattack. When they reached the bottom of the walls, the iron-blooded army would win.
Shu Tingyu smiled and said, "Grandmaster Kong Zheng, there's probably no need to mobilize your 10,000 monk soldiers from the Tongtian Temple. Your army is even stronger. There's no need to flatter Shen Lang. No wonder Lord Zhu Hongxue didn't even come to the battlefield. He already knew the result. "
Zhu Jung just smiled and didn't say anything.
The rhythm of the entire battlefield seemed to slow down. It was as if they were waiting for Ning Qi's 100,000 soldiers to quickly flee so that they wouldn't be a hindrance.
Zhang Zhao's 100,000 soldiers were no longer disorderly. Instead, they formed a formation and advanced slowly and orderly. This was because he knew that the mission had changed. Attacking Shen Lang didn't require their ordinary army anymore. The only mission of these 100,000 soldiers was to hide the iron-blooded army of the Yinyuan Association.
Shen Lang's cannons had also completely stopped firing. They quietly watched the enemy's 100,000 soldiers nearing in an orderly manner.
2000 meters!
The flag on the high platform was waving, telling everyone the enemy's distance.
Shen Lang gazed at the enemy's 130,000 soldiers. They were really orderly, like a square. It was completely different from the crazy charge just now.
Zhong Shishi pulled out her saber again and looked at her brother beside her. It should be our turn to fight this time. Although Shen Lang's cannons were powerful, they couldn't do anything to the troops of the Yinyuan Association and the Tongtian Temple.
Peng, peng, peng, peng!
The 100,000 soldiers, more than a dozen square formations, marched in an orderly manner. It was like a giant drum in the world, making orderly sounds. The red wine in front of Shen Lang also surged.
1900 meters. The flag bearers waved.
The cannoneers pushed the distance scale in front of them. They couldn't see the enemy's full appearance and could only fire according to orders.
One thousand eight hundred meters, one thousand seven hundred meters!
They could fire at this distance. The rifled howitzers could totally hit this distance. However, Shen Lang still didn't say anything. He wanted the enemy to get closer. Furthermore, the 100 rifled howitzers were already loaded. The set distance was about 1500 meters. The howitzers could be set at a set distance. If they wanted to hit further, they would increase the amount of gunpowder. If they wanted to hit closer, they would reduce the amount of gunpowder.
One thousand six hundred meters, one thousand five hundred meters.
The enemy officially entered the attack range. Shen Lang suddenly waved his hand.
Immediately, more than a dozen flag bearers on the high platform danced wildly.
"His Majesty's order, fire!"
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
Then, the 100 rifled howitzers that had never fired before opened fire.
Boom, boom, boom, boom …
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
A hundred grenades whizzed out at an unprecedented speed. They were really like lightning, almost drawing a straight line in the air, tearing the air apart and making a series of ear-piercing sounds.
In just three seconds, these shells appeared above the enemy and smashed down.
Then, an earth-shattering scene happened.
Boom, boom, boom, boom …
A crazy explosion, and hundreds of flames bloomed.
The deafening sound was truly deafening.
The enemy's formation was like a square, and it was very spectacular. But now, it was torn apart alive.
Countless enemies did not even know what had happened before they were blasted into smithereens. Not even a complete body could be found.
This was already a blessing. What was even worse were those who were directly blown away. Broken limbs flew everywhere, and they could only watch as their hands and legs disappeared.
Countless enemies were thrown into the air like scarecrows. They vomited blood, their ribs were broken, and their internal organs were ruptured. When they landed on the ground, they were already dead.
This was a real massacre. Compared to this, what was the storm-like shrapnel?
What was the caliber of the perfect howitzer? 155mm. This was the answer that history told Shen Lang. The Soviet Union had tried all kinds of howitzers, and finally found that 155mm was the best balance point. It was powerful enough, and the weight was not too much.
But Shen Lang weighed for a long time and still chose the 122mm caliber. All 100 howitzers were of this caliber.
The weight of the 122mm howitzer was about 23 kilograms, and the destructive area was about 600 square meters. Compared to the howitzer of the same level on earth, it was 30% less. But Shen Lang was already very satisfied. The destructive area of a shell was 600 square meters, and 100 of them was 60,000 square meters.
The amazing power of the explosives, coupled with the terrifying shrapnel, after each shell exploded, the area within 600 square meters was either dead or maimed.
Thankfully, the enemy never understood howitzers. When they attacked, they neatly formed a phalanx, afraid that Shen Lang couldn't hit accurately. The first round of shelling caused more than 3,000 to 4,000 casualties.
… …
On the enemy's central platform, when Shen Lang ordered to fire at a distance of 1,500 meters, Zhu Jung already felt that something was wrong.
However, he saw a scene that he had never seen before. From this height, he could see it clearly. After more than 100 flame flowers exploded.
His neat and tidy army of more than 100,000 instantly fell into chaos. The entire world seemed to be left with only the sound of the explosion.
After the flames dissipated, the entire army directly had more than 100 large holes, and countless mutilated corpses.
Shu Tingyu's scalp was numb. His iron-blood army was very strong, but they could not withstand such a powerful shell.
After being hit by Shen Lang's cannon, the lucky ones were directly blown away. After landing, they vomited blood, and one of their bones was broken. As for the unlucky ones, the shrapnel directly shot into their eyes and neck, killing them instantly. The power of the shrapnel was too shocking. Once it shot into the body, it would cut almost half a foot deep.
Everyone looked at Zhu Jung. What should they do next?
Zhu Jung's heart trembled. Shen Lang really had a powerful secret weapon. Its destructive power was so terrifying that it could slaughter the enemy at a distance of 1,500 meters.
Zhu Jung was not ignorant about ancient weapons. He knew that there were ancient super crossbows that could shoot two to three kilometers away, and their accuracy was very high. However, these giant crossbows were very large, and each giant arrow was very precious. The most important thing was that their penetrative power was amazing. They could also explode, but the power was not so terrifying.
"Charge, charge, disperse and charge!" Zhu Jung ordered loudly.
Even without his order, Zhang Zhao's army of 100,000 had already dispersed, and so did the iron-blood army of the Yin Yuan Association.
The battlefield returned to its previous state. The army of 100,000 ran like wild beasts, charging towards Shen Lang's main camp.
Nine seconds, only nine seconds. This rate of fire was slower than modern cannons by half, but it was more than enough.
The second round of bombardment began.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom …"
100 grenades smashed into the enemy again, exploding crazily again. Corpses flew everywhere, and bones were crushed.
"Charge, charge, charge!" Zhang Zhao roared.
The 100,000 soldiers of the Zhu Clan buried their heads and rushed forward with all their might. The iron-blood army of the Yin Yuan Association was still hidden in the Zhu Clan army, trying to reduce their own casualties. The monk soldiers of the Tongtian Temple were behind the army, and their casualties were minimal.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
"Boom, boom, boom …"
The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round …
The Zhu Clan army was, after all, an ordinary army. They were not made of iron. After eight rounds of bombardment, their casualties reached an astonishing 10,000, and their morale completely collapsed.
If it was a normal battle, they could withstand even more casualties. However, the battle in front of them was too terrifying. Shen Lang's weapons were fired from a few miles away, and once they were hit, they would die without a complete corpse.
Even the bravest soldiers couldn't withstand it. How was this a weapon? This was simply a lightning strike, the wrath of the Thunder God. Even the soldiers who weren't hit by the explosions were scared out of their wits by the loud booms. Their ears were ringing, and they couldn't hear anything. They even stretched out their hands to touch their hands, and their hands were covered in blood.
At this time, even if Zhang Zhao roared with all his might, and even if the supervising troops under him killed with all their might, they wouldn't be able to stop the army from collapsing.
The 80,000 soldiers fled in all directions. Not only did they flee towards the north and south, some even fled backwards. Ghosts wailed and wolves howled, and birds and beasts scattered.
… …..
After Zhang Zhao's army fled, the iron-blood army of the Yin Yuan Association and the super monk soldiers of the Tongtian Temple lost their cover, and were directly exposed in front of Shen Lang's cannons.
However, this way, the iron-blood army of the Yin Yuan Association no longer had to suppress their speed, and could run at full speed.
"Charge!"
Following the order, the remaining 10,000 iron-blood army suddenly spread out, and quickly rushed towards the village wall.
Even at this time, even with so much weight on their backs, their running speed still reached an astonishing 7 meters per second.
They were indeed stronger than the Nirvana Army.
Their speed was so fast, and their formation was so scattered, which was disadvantageous to Shen Lang. It was difficult for 100 cannons to cover them completely.
However …
The next round of firing was not just 100 cannons, but 500. 400 smoothbore cannons also fired, and they were also using explosive shells.
The smoothbore cannons couldn't hit far, and the flying speed of the shells was slow, the accuracy was not high, and the charge was not large. They were far behind the rifled howitzers.
However, at this time, what was needed was the firepower coverage. 500 cannons were enough to carpet bomb the battlefield that was 10 kilometers wide.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom …"
In every round of firing, 500 cannons bombarded indiscriminately, and the killing range reached an astonishing 200,000 square meters. Within this range, even the powerful iron-blood army of the Yin Yuan Association would find it difficult to escape.
Standing on the high platform, Shu Tingyu's heart was bleeding. His iron-blood army was incomparably brave, and they rushed forward crazily despite the shocking artillery fire.
Their speed was still fast enough, and they only needed four minutes to cover the distance of more than 1,000 meters.
However, these four minutes were enough for Shen Lang's army to carry out 20 rounds of artillery fire, and more than 10,000 cannons poured down.
These were not iron ball cannons, but explosive shells. The powerful ones had a killing range of more than 600 square meters, and the weak ones had a killing range of about 200 square meters.
Shu Tingyu watched helplessly as her troops were blown up again and again. Then, they got up again and again and rushed forward again.
His iron-blood army was indeed brave and powerful enough, and most of them didn't die even after being blown up several times. Their internal organs were injured, and they vomited blood, but they still rushed forward after getting up. Even if their bones were broken, they still rushed forward.
The distance that could be covered in four minutes became eight minutes, ten minutes, and fifteen minutes.
Meanwhile, Shen Lang's cannons were still roaring crazily, but the firing speed was gradually slowing down, especially the rifled howitzers. Because the speed at which the shells were fired was too fast, the temperature was too high, and the barrel was red, and it needed to be cooled down continuously. Modern cannons generally had a lifespan of about 500 rounds, and Shen Lang's cannons were definitely far from that. It was already very impressive to have a lifespan of 200 rounds. On the contrary, the smoothbore cannons were better, because the barrel was especially thick, and the shells were fired slowly.
Even so, the 500 cannons of Shen Lang were still enough to cover the entire battlefield.
Ten thousand, fifteen thousand, and twenty thousand cannons were crazily poured on the battlefield.
Of course, Shen Lang didn't make many of the most advanced cylindrical conical grenades, only less than 10,000 of them. However, there were still a lot of spherical primitive explosive shells, tens of thousands of them. The two types of shells added together were enough to fire for half an hour.
A tragic scene appeared on the battlefield.
The Iron Blood Army of the Yin Yuan Association fell again and again, but they got up again and again to charge. But as they fell, the bows on their backs disappeared, the arrows disappeared, and even the modao in their hands disappeared.
Gradually, they couldn't get up anymore. Some of them died, but some were not dead yet, but they couldn't get up anymore. Their bones were nothing, and vomiting blood was nothing. The key was a concussion.
Dozens of rounds of artillery bombardment, tens of thousands of shells fell, and every Iron Blood Army soldier was blown up several times and sent flying by the shock waves.
Due to severe concussions, their vestibular function was completely messed up. Once they stood up, they would feel dizzy and vomit constantly. They couldn't even tell north from south.
… …
What about the super monk soldiers of Tongtian Temple?
At first, they were very impressive. The long-handled broadswords in their hands spun crazily like electric fans, and they could deflect any projectiles, arrows, and shrapnel.
Each of them was a martial arts expert. They were different from the Iron Blood Army of the Yin Yuan Association. They belonged to the martial arts army.
However, what they had to face was not the projectiles and arrows, but the shocking shock waves of the explosion.
This group of people was still very strong. Even if they were directly blown away, the long-handled broadswords in their hands were still spinning crazily, and they could still block countless shrapnel.
But when the grenade exploded, the shrapnel didn't just shoot in one direction, but 360 degrees with no blind spots.
The super monk soldiers of Tongtian Temple could block the front, but could they block the back, the left, and the right?
To a certain extent, their defense was far inferior to the Iron Blood Army of the Yin Yuan Association. They didn't have armor. It was not that they couldn't wear it, but the monks of Tongtian Temple were after all, and it was not suitable for them to wear armor. Therefore, they all wore cloth cannons. At most, they wore a layer of chainmail inside, but they didn't cover their whole body.
Unlike the Blood Soul Army of Sky-sea Pavilion, their whole body was wrapped in a secret alloy armor that was invulnerable, and even their eyes were protected by transparent crystals.
These monk soldiers were very strong in martial arts, but they couldn't reach the level of using internal force to deflect the shrapnel. Therefore, without armor, they were tragic.
Often, they could see an extremely unexpected scene. On one side, they were extremely powerful, and when their internal force was strong, they could even use the Thousand Kilogram Fall. Like a pine tree growing on the ground, even if a bomb exploded not far away, they wouldn't move at all. However, accidentally, a shrapnel flew over, and directly cut their necks in half, and they fell to the ground and died.
Moreover, any martial art practitioner who used internal force had a weakness. Once their internal force was used up, it would be a tragedy.
Therefore, Shu Tingyu of the Yin Yuan Association's heart was bleeding, and Master Kong Zheng of Tongtian Temple's heart was bleeding.
After a certain critical point, his 10,000 super monk soldiers started to die in large numbers. Even before they died, they were still strong, powerful, and skilled in martial arts. The long-handled broadswords in their hands were still dazzling. If they met an enemy on the battlefield, it was guaranteed that they wouldn't be a match for them. The electric fan made up of 10,000 long-handled broadswords was simply a killing formation, and any enemy would be crushed into pieces.
However, there were no enemies in front of them, because they couldn't reach the enemies at all.
When more than half of the super monk soldiers were dead, they were still 600 meters away from the Shenlang's camp. And for the last 600 meters, they almost had to crawl over. The artillery fire was too dense, and even the powerful monk soldiers would have a concussion.
Elder Kong Zheng looked at this scene in pain and trembled. "Governor-General Zhu Jung, is the Sky-sea Pavilion's Blood Soul Army not here yet?"
Zhu Jung said, "The Blood Soul Army doesn't want to fight with others."
Kong Zheng understood that the Zhu Clan wanted to use Shenlang to kill all the monk soldiers of Tongtian Temple. In their eyes, the State of Yue was the Zhu Clan's State of Yue, and the Sky-sea Pavilion's State of Yue. They couldn't allow others to touch it.
Master Kong Zheng didn't curse. He was already over 70 years old, and he had seen everything. Using the enemy to kill an ally was nothing.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …"
There was another ear-piercing roar, and another few hundred artillery shells rained down.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom …" There was another earth-shattering explosion.
Master Kong Zheng looked at the scene in front of him in despair. He looked at the sky full of artillery fire. It was like a battlefield from hell. He looked up at the sky and trembled. "Your Majesty Jiang Li, is this your punishment from the heavens? Back then, Tongtian Temple betrayed you, and now you're using your son to slaughter us. Is the net of heaven long and wide? "
The scene in front of him was indeed like the wrath of heaven. Originally, Master Kong Zheng thought that Shenlang's so-called return of the king was a joke. Bringing 20,000 troops to Tianyue City was even more of a joke. But now, he felt reverence.
In the sky full of explosions, he could faintly see the domineering aura that Shenlang brought. The so-called domineering aura wasn't some kind of temperament, but power, earth-shattering power.
"Retreat, retreat!" Master Kong Zheng shouted. "Tongtian Temple's monk army, retreat!"
His martial arts were very strong. He had already broken through to the Grandmaster level more than 30 years ago, so his voice was like thunder throughout the entire battlefield.
However, the surviving monk soldiers continued to charge forward in pain, because they could no longer hear, they had lost their hearing.
Master Kong Zheng suddenly jumped down from the high platform in the middle of the army. Braving the countless artillery fire, he rushed towards his own monk army. He tore off his grey monk robe and wrote two big words on it with blood. Then, he raised it high and rushed into the battlefield.
"Retreat!"
"Retreat!"
"Boom, boom, boom …"
Another earth-shattering explosion directly blew Master Kong Zheng away. He was a top expert. When there was an explosion, he knew how to go with the flow of the shockwave to minimize the damage.
Soon, he rushed in front of his own army. Half of the time, he was blown all over the sky, but he was almost unharmed. His martial arts were indeed very strong.
"Retreat, retreat …"
He raised the monk robe that had the word "retreat" written on it high, and it was blown up again and again. Again and again, he tore off the monk robes of the corpses on the ground and wrote the word again.
Finally, he tried his best to save the last batch of monk soldiers and led them out of the battlefield without looking back.
The Tongtian Temple admits defeat in this battle. The Sky-sea Pavilion's Blood Soul Army is very strong. I'll leave it to you.
Zhu Hongxue, aren't you invincible and slaughtered millions? I'll leave it to you to fight this battle.
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Master Kong Zheng of the Tongtian Temple could brave the earth-shattering artillery fire to bring his own army away. But Shu Tingyu could not.
The dozens of experts around him were desperately shouting, "Retreat, retreat!"
They were even waving the retreat flag on the high platform in the middle of the army.
But it was useless. In the deafening artillery fire, all the Iron Blood Army had lost their hearing. The battlefield was covered in smoke and dust. They could not see the high platform in the middle of the army at all.
This group of Iron Blood Army was still extremely brave and tragically rushed forward, crawling forward. They were all people with zero bloodline. They were even more stupid than the Nirvana Army.
At this point in the battle, the Zhu's army, the Yinyuhui army, and the Tongtian Temple army had all lost.
Shen Lang looked at Zhu Jung and Shu Tingyu's high platform in the middle of the army. They were more than two thousand meters away.
Hehe, I didn't attack you before. Did you think I couldn't defeat you?
Shen Lang ordered, "Fifty rifled howitzers, aim at the enemy's high platform!"
A minute later, fifty 122mm howitzers were aimed.
"Fire!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Fifty artillery shells whizzed out, drawing an arc in the air and heading into the distance.
Zhu Jung and Shu Tingyu could not help but be shocked. This … this sound did not seem right.
When they looked up again, they saw fifty black dots flying towards their heads.
Damn, isn't it? They can even hit from so far away?
In the next moment!
Fifty artillery shells smashed into the huge high platform in the middle of the army. Zhu Jung, Shu Tingyu, Ning Yu, and hundreds of others were on this high platform. The command center of the Zhu's and the Yinyuhui was here.
Boom, boom, boom, boom …
There was an earth-shattering explosion. The high platform in the middle of the army was torn apart as if it was torn apart by a giant. Countless corpses flew everywhere.
When Shen Lang saw this scene, he smiled and said, "This last shot is perfect!"
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