The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 693 Shura Battlefield
When they were about to approach the official army camp, the raiders immediately took out fire pockets from their pockets and lit the torches in their hands.

The main method of stealing the camp in the middle of the night this time is fire attack.

The torches were quickly ignited and blazed. Before they had time to throw them out, a gunshot sounded from an unknown corner.

In the next second, dense gunshots rang out from behind the attackers, and countless bullets rushed from behind them.

Those newly lit torches became the most obvious targets, and there was no need to deliberately aim at them.

The attackers were thrown into chaos, and many fell to the ground after being shot, howling in pain.Some people panicked and bumped around, while others lay on the ground, trying to avoid bullets.

But the bullets from behind shot from all directions, precisely concentrating on the body of the attackers, causing them to fall down one after another.

Someone finally realized that the torch in his hand was the culprit of attracting bullets, and hurriedly yelled to throw away the torch.

The remaining attackers threw away the torches in a hurry.It's a pity that the torch is still burning after throwing it away, continuously illuminating the target for the enemy.

The attackers fell in piles, and everyone knew they were in an ambush.Someone screamed and ran back, but it was useless in the chaotic situation. People continued to be shot and fell down.

In addition to the bullets constantly flying from all directions, there were also many dark things falling into the crowd from the darkness. The huge explosion set off a bloody storm, and the broken body of the attacker flew around. With the broken limbs and organs splashed on the heads and faces of the survivors, their screams became sharper.

The torches were burning, the blood was flowing, and the broken arms and limbs were flying. At this moment, this place became an extremely bloody and terrifying Shura field.

Someone finally came to his senses and threw the torch into the distance with all his strength. In the faint light of the fire, indifferent and cold faces were revealed, as well as the dark muzzle of the gun spraying flames.

An attack that was sure of winning was completely defeated. The attacker turned into a pig-like massacred by steel and metal jets. Blood was extremely cheap, and a large number of lives were harvested meaninglessly at this moment.

The massacre outside the city frightened the people watching the battle on the top of the city. Sun Kewang held the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand, his face was ashen, and he said nothing.

The foolproof night attack completely failed, which would not only lower the morale of the panicked man, but also completely defeat his plan to seek bargaining chips.

He didn't know how the officers and soldiers set up a trap right under his nose, but the massacre below made him understand a truth.

The officers and soldiers are not only afraid of the fierce cannons, but also the muskets in their hands and those iron bumps that can explode are also battlefield weapons and ghosts that harvest life.

The people around Sun Kewang were all his confidants, and they all planned to see the tragic situation of the officers and soldiers being stolen from the camp, but in the end they became witnesses to their own people going to hell.

These people's faces twitched, and some of them trembled, trembling all over, and pressed their lips so that they could not make a sound.

Half an hour later, the screams, explosions, and shooting in the city gradually weakened, slowly settled, and finally disappeared.

The light of the torch was gradually extinguished, and darkness shrouded everything again.

If it wasn't for the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood brought by the night wind, it would be as if nothing had happened.

From the beginning to the end, no reinforcements were sent in Mianyang City, and no one even dared to shout.

They would rather completely bury [-] elites than risk the city gate being breached by the officers and soldiers.

When the sun gradually rose and the light flooded the land again, the defenders of Mianyang City were shocked and terrified to find a tower piled up under the city.

A tall tower piled up layer upon layer with the corpses of the attackers last night, a tower piled up with two thousand corpses, the spire has exceeded the height of the city wall.

On the top of the highest tower is a ferocious human head, the head is covered with blood, the ferocious face is distorted, and the eyes are fixed on the top of the city.

A long knife was inserted next to the head. On the blade was blood that had solidified and turned black. The blade was facing the direction of the city.

Sun Kewang didn't sleep all night, and hurried over when he heard the news, and after reading it for a while, he suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The head on the base of the high tower made of corpses was the commander who attacked the stolen camp last night, as well as his confidant general.

And under this tower of corpses, there is a line of words written with broken arms and limbs: "Zhang Xianzhong must die, and the bandits must die!"

However, the military camp in the distance was still calm as usual. There was smoke rising from the camp, and the whistle sounded, which was the sound of dinner.

For the officers and soldiers, it seemed that what happened last night was not worth mentioning at all.

The big gifts sent by the officers and soldiers made the morale of the defenders in Mianyang even lower, as if the rainy day was suddenly mixed with hail the size of an egg, which made people tremble.

Everyone in the city felt as if a heavy iron block was pressed on their hearts, making them unable to breathe.

In the next three days, none of the Daxi Army left the city, and the officers and soldiers outside the city remained quiet, and the two sides formed a tacit understanding invisibly.

This tacit understanding was finally broken three days later.

The defenders in the city saw a large group of people coming from the official road in the distance, and countless mules and horses pulled carts full of supplies.

What surprised them even more was the hundreds of cannons walking in the middle of the team that were covered by gun coats but still able to see the huge and mighty silhouettes below.

Looking at those huge monsters made of steel, and looking at the knives, guns, bows and crossbows in their hands, everyone felt a sense of despair in their hearts.

Using knives, guns, bows and crossbows to deal with steel jets is like using human power to deal with divine power. There is nothing but despair.

But at the same time of despair, many people don't know why they feel a sense of relief in their hearts.

Death is not terrible, the process of waiting for death is the most tormented.When the god of death stands in front of them, people will become calmer instead.

The supply troops were full of travel and dust, and the clean and tidy gray military uniforms were covered with salt stains after sweating and drying. The faces of the soldiers were covered with dust, but there were flames burning in their eyes.

Ever since the cannon showed its destructive and violent power, His Royal Highness's statement: "Cannon is the god of war" has spread like wildfire in the army, and everyone regards cannon as the only magic weapon for conquering cities.

The artillery unit has become the most respected and enviable branch in the army, and they themselves are proud of it.

The artillery unit led by Di Qing this time has the establishment of a full division, which is composed of one-half of the artillery in the Southwest Theater.

The major general commander of the artillery division had just set up camp, and before he had time to drink his saliva and wipe off his sweat, he immediately went to the commander Di Qing to ask for a fight:
"Marshal, we are ready to attack the city at any time."

(End of this chapter)