Compared to the 'slim' missiles, artillery shells are much larger. The charge of a normal missile is less than one-fifth, while the charge of an artillery shell is more than 80%. In terms of pure explosive power, artillery shells completely beat missiles.
The ruthless flames of war burned in a foreign land, but they were also protecting the feelings that belonged to the Shang Kingdom.
Xiao Zihou looked around. The land outside the thick smoke had instantly turned into hell under the attack of the shells. The people of Guzhu, who had gone crazy before, were now as fragile as bubbles.
Xiao Zihou watched quietly, watching the exploding fireworks and feeling the trembling of the earth, and suddenly he felt an indescribable emotion.
There is pride. Even though it is hundreds of thousands of miles away, the Shang State can still provide protection for its people. Looking at the shells falling around and passing over the head, the pride is beyond words.
The surrounding area was a death zone, and only where the smoke rose did not a single shell fall.
The sound of explosions that filled the sky and earth seemed to be the roar of the Shang State. As the artillery fire spread, countless people from the Guzhu State were slaughtered.
There is also a tinge of sadness. The country came too late. At least 30% of the Shang people died in humiliation on this foreign land.
The artillery fire continued, with only a few places where thick smoke rose, and no shells fell. Xiao Zihou looked around and saw that there were four groups of Shang refugees around Huangkou. However, judging from the scale of the smoke, the number of people should not be large.
Explosions continued, the earth was like beating a drum, flames bloomed on the land, the flames of war flowed on the land, and the crazy people of the Guzhu Kingdom were burned in large areas like dry grass under a wildfire.
In Huangkou, the army and masters of Guzhu Kingdom finally had to abandon the port and the city and began to break out. However, many masters were locked by lasers or rail guns and died while running. A few ruthless ones directly escaped with their souls and disappeared in a flash. They could only turn to practicing as immortals in the future, but at least they were alive.
The battle, or rather the bloodbath, broke out very suddenly and ended very quickly. However, after more than half an hour, the artillery fire slowly stopped, and the scene was filled with endless smoke that covered the sky and the sun.
Perhaps, there are countless wailings, which serve as decoration on the slaughter field.
Ahead, the once prosperous Huangkou, the most proud port city of the Guzhu Kingdom, has now been completely reduced to ruins, with thick smoke rising into the sky, as if it were the end of the world.
Xiao Zihou climbed up the ruins and looked out. On the sea in the distance, hundreds of huge warships were lined up from north to south, and smoke was still lingering from the muzzles. However, the bombardment did not seem to have completely stopped, because Xiao Zihou saw that the muzzles were being adjusted.
The angles vary slightly depending on the length of the barrel, etc.; but Xiao Zihou, based on his experience, made a rough guess that the next wave would be a salvo - the previous ones were free attacks.
There are still a large number of Shang troops gathering on the seashore, and a small number of troops have begun to advance inland.
Xiao Zihou didn't have to wait long before most of the gun barrels were adjusted, and then countless shells whistled out. The shells flew over the ruins of Huangkou, over the already bombed death zone, and flew directly to the rear. There was a hundred kilometers away, or even two hundred kilometers away.