Under the night sky, fires erupted everywhere.
The sounds of battle cries rose and fell.
With the sound of an artillery blast, the officials in the city who had fallen asleep were instantly awakened by this colossal noise, some even falling off their beds in fright.
Tongues of flame, each several feet long, spewed out from the cannon muzzle, carrying the power of thunder, exploding below. The soldiers hit were blown apart, blood spraying.
Outside Bianliang City, crater after crater appeared from the explosions.
"What is that?"
Among the enemy troops, there were veteran soldiers who survived the last great battle in Qinyang County. Hearing this familiar sound and witnessing the power of the explosions ahead, they immediately recalled something, their faces changing dramatically.
But unlike the Yellow Turban Army, they were regular troops, and although some were scared and ran away in panic, the majority still charged forward under the artillery fire.
"What is that?"
