The situation was unprecedentedly serious. Even a rabbit would kick an eagle if it was in a hurry, let alone a general with more than 3,000 elite soldiers. Guo Guibang led the charge, and with a dozen personal soldiers protecting him, they rushed over.
The distance between the two sides was only three miles. With the speed of a cultivator, a full-speed attack would only take a cup of tea. No matter how fast the artillery fired, there were only three chances to shoot - maybe not even two chances because of the flying sword!
Guo Guibang's flying sword arrived first and flew towards a cannon. The flying sword was too fast, and Liu Leigang and others were not prepared - they did not prepare a large net woven with spiritual materials to intercept the flying sword.
With a "whoosh", the flying sword directly pierced through the cannon made of ordinary steel (not spiritual materials such as black iron).
Liu Leigang was sweating coldly. Luckily, the shell had not been inserted into the barrel in time, otherwise it would have exploded! Because the production of yellow explosives was limited and was mainly used as bullets, the shells were all made of gunpowder, and gunpowder was easily detonated.
But the next moment Liu Leigang laughed. After all, this cannon barrel is made of steel. Although Guo Guibang's flying sword is good, it is still a magic weapon after all. When he inserted it into the cannon barrel, it got stuck!
Liu Leigang laughed strangely, and suddenly took out his flying sword and slashed with one sword. Guo Guibang's flying sword broke!
The flying sword was cut off, Guo Guibang's spiritual consciousness was damaged, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered and almost fell. If it weren't for the quick eyes and hands of the personal soldiers next to him, Guo Guibang would definitely have rolled over.
Guo Guibang stood firm, his eyes full of shock, "Another magic weapon! This is definitely a magic weapon! How can Anyang have so many magic weapons!"
The guard next to him advised: "General, you are injured now, you should go to the back to command."
Guo Guibang looked around and finally nodded, then quickly retreated under the escort of several personal soldiers.
In just this moment, Liu Leigang commanded the remaining nine cannons to fire in turn, firing at wherever there were more people; more than 3,000 people were crowded in the front, and even if they were dispersed, they were still relatively dense, and more than a dozen people still fell down after one shot.
But compared with more than 3,000 people, these dozen people are really not worth mentioning; when the artillery fired for the third time, a large number of soldiers had already rushed to the front.
However, before the soldiers of Luliang County could be happy, they encountered new casualties - guns! Unlike artillery, there were only ten artillery pieces, one of which was destroyed; but there were five hundred guns!
The more than 300 people who were at the front fell down like logs in an instant. The people behind them were stunned, and another 400 people fell down! Some soldiers were still bold and continued to rush forward. Some masters in the foundation-building stage even used talismans, spells, and magic tools to attack and protect themselves.
Not to mention, the little masters in the foundation-building period can really withstand the harm of guns if they try their best to protect themselves; at most they will turn pale and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. But there are too few such little masters after all, and they are of no help! War is different from individual competition, this is a group battle!
Moreover, even if the few young masters did not die in the first attack, they were injured internally. How could they withstand the second and third attacks? Even if some of them slipped through the net occasionally, Yan Zhengqing still had 88 foundation-building elites ready to fight!