Heavenly Dao Formula

"We're under attack!" someone yelled.

"Report, no attackers seen!"

"Idiot, right in front of you!"

"Someone help me—it hurts!"

All kinds of sounds came and went, together with the scattered sand and tumbling dust, it caused chaos in the position for a while.

Hojo Sa turned his head and looked beside him. The ground fifty steps away suddenly seemed to be "empty". On the steps of the granary, and there is a long bloodstain below it.

attack?

By the way, he did see sparks emanating from the house before!

Hojo Sato felt that his temporarily interrupted consciousness was connected again - although he didn't know what method the princess used, the sneak attack was definitely launched from there!

"Team two and three go west five degrees, aiming at houses on South First Street!" He pulled out his samurai sword and walked to the team to supervise the battle. As the iron cannon follower of the general who participated in many siege battles against the evil horse, he is not a rookie at the first battle. He knows the firearms that these cultivators despise. Hojo Sato firmly believes that as long as the number of such weapons is sufficient, it can also become the core force that determines the situation of the battle. He is not a person who is sensitive, but he can sit on an equal footing with the much-favored Anjia people, relying on firearms.

With a clear order, the confusion was immediately suppressed, and the two groups of artillerymen followed suit. They pushed the heavy gun carriage, aimed it at the house where the sparks had just been emitted, and then re-adjusted the angle to fix the muzzle.

"Two shots in a row, let it go!"

The fire starter then pierced the red-hot iron hook into the ignition port.

The iron cannon burst into flames!

"Prepare for the second shot—"

The people on the side immediately followed up, cleaned the barrel, filled the ammunition and shells, and then plugged it with wooden poles. "Ready!"

"put!"

Thirty breaths, this interval proved that his troops were not intimidated by the enemy's sneak attack, and the reload time was still maintained at the excellent level during training!

Hojo Sato looked at the bombarded house - three of the four shells hit, and the angles of incidence were different, and a large crack had been knocked out of the wall. If the princess's troops were stationed inside, they would all be smashed to pieces by shells at this moment.

However, the fact is that Xia Fan exited the row house the same way after finishing the first shooting.

When he changed to another place to squat in the pit, the enemy had just finished the first round of counterattack.

So he stretched out the guide rail from another window.

The projectile box is on the right, and Xia Fan can complete the filling by himself, and he noticed that a guy who was dressed very differently from other Dongsheng soldiers came to the front of the position. Judging from the posture of the other party holding the machete, it seems to be a general.

So he lowered the muzzle slightly, and included this person in the hit zone.

Taking advantage of the enemy finishing the second round and all the staff eagerly observing the results of the battle, Xia Fan launched the improved streamer technique again!

The turbulent current flowed into the track along one end of the handle, then passed through the tail of the projectile and entered the other side of the circuit, and finally led into the ground.

During this process, the huge electromagnetic force generated on the guide rail pushes the projectile to accelerate continuously until it escapes with electric sparks and scalding air!

A scene similar to the one before appeared in the enemy's position.

Unfortunately, this projectile did not directly hit the commander as Xia Fan expected, but passed by his side and hit the tail of another iron cannon—even if it was only two hundred meters away However, the accuracy of the railgun cannot reach the level of pointing and hitting. Obviously, the level of processing has seriously restricted its due strength.

Just when Xia Fan was going to continue to change seats and give full play to the flexibility of the mechanism beast, a deafening roar suddenly exploded, and even the house trembled.

He turned around, and a scorching gust of wind met his face.

I saw a red and black fireball rising from the enemy's position in the distance, and the fierce blast wind knocked out all the surrounding obstacles, including people! The fireball quickly disappeared, replaced by billowing smoke, and after a while it crossed the top of the granary, like a blooming mushroom.

This is... Gunpowder exploded?

Xia Fan immediately realized that by coincidence, a fragment of the projectile just now crashed into the enemy's ammunition—the high temperature brought by the electric current and impact was still there, and as long as it came into contact with flammable objects, it would be instantly burn up.

At this moment, the princess blew the horn of attack!

According to the agreement, Xia Fan will shoot three to four times, depending on the degree of ablation of the orbit and the remaining energy in his body. Ideally, two positions can be destroyed and at least one safe passage can be opened for the army.

But Ning Wanjun obviously didn't rigidly wait for the notification. When she saw the enemy's position suddenly exploded, she gave the order to charge.

"Everyone, follow me!"

Amidst the long whining of the horn, the princess rushed out of the street first, towards the granary where the smoke was billowing.

After entering the open space, the army hardly encountered any decent resistance, and just poured directly into the Dongsheng Kingdom's position. At this moment, they were surprised to find that most of the opponents they were facing had lost their ability to fight back. Many fell to their knees bleeding from their ears, or vomited blood directly, as if their bodies had been severely injured.

Even if there are still people who can draw their swords to fight them, their footsteps are staggering, and it is difficult to stand still. Naturally, everyone will not let go of such a good opportunity to grab credit, and cut down each other cleanly.

Ning Wanjun crossed the smoky terrain several times, but she couldn't find any enemy who could fight against her.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the food transportation team in the distance turned around and ran north of the city.

...

In the streets and alleys, Mo Yun, who witnessed all this, was stunned.

In her imagination, Her Royal Highness should be the weaker party - in order to avenge this bloody revenge, she has endured humiliation for many years, and finally managed to gather a force that can protect herself. Next, she has to deal carefully among the forces in various states. The Qi royal family is a colossus that she dare not even touch.

As one of the few friends of Her Highness the Princess, she knew that the risk was huge, but she was still willing to take risks for her and be by her side. If the princess can achieve great things, then it would be the best. If she fails, she also wants to be the one who will accompany her to the end.

But the current situation seems to be a bit different from what she expected.

Not to mention the Dongsheng pirates, even if Qi Guo's army is here, as long as there are more than a dozen more "cannons" like this, the result will not be any different, right?

So Princess Guangping, who was entrusted to Jinxia City and has not yet controlled the entire city, has actually become another behemoth?

This...is too unbelievable!

But besides the astonishment, there was also ecstasy in Mo Yun's heart.

No matter how the cannon works, it has to be mounted on the mechanism beast I made—when this thing actually appears on the battlefield of Qiguo, won't her invention spread all over the world immediately, and everyone knows about it?

I don't know how those Mohist diehards will feel then?

Mo Yun never liked to bow her head and obey her ears, and swallowed all the injustice and suffering she suffered, otherwise she would not have left the Mo family angrily.

She likes to pay grievances straight.