With a crisp click, the latch bounced upward, and the bomb weighing five nightingales slid out of the bracket under the action of gravity, and flew towards the crowd by inertia.
After leaving the "Dongfeng", the bomb immediately regained its weight, but the speed did not decrease at all. This change instantly gave it great kinetic energy. The friction between the projectile and the air caused it to make a strange whistle, like a whistle, and like a mountain wind passing through a cave, all the people on the ground raised their heads and watched this incredible scene.
At this time, most of the Dawn Aristocrats breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to Maisie's terrifying and huge body, the two bombs were not worth mentioning. Even though they were thrown from that height and hit their head, there would be no bones left, but only three or four unlucky bastards would die.
To get a piece of the pie from the church on the verge of collapse, the expedition responded to countless numbers. From the guardian of the duke to the new knights, they all actively prepared their horses, recruited followers, and followed the Lord of Dawn all the way to the west, so the team was unprecedentedly large.
An army of more than 10,000 people, let alone three or four dead, what if it died three or forty
On the contrary, the scary-looking beasts are even more terrifying. Once they jump into the crowd, bite and trample, the casualties will be hundreds of casualties, not to mention the losses caused by those ignorant serfs who are madly fleeing after being gutted. As long as the giant beast doesn't fall to the ground, they are not too worried.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party is afraid and does not dare to openly confront the army of Chenxi. After all, this thing is likely to be the ghost of a witch, and in addition to wearing the God's Stone of Retribution, they also prepared a lot of tools to deal with witches. Since the target of looting is the church, this method is naturally indispensable.
Many knights have put down their long bows, put away the arrows of the gods, and bet which family the two black stones will fall into with a smile.
There was no evacuation, no lying down, just under the watchful eyes of the public, the two aerial bombs, like arrows from the string, slammed into the slowly moving army head-on with a nearly straight trajectory.
Two groups of scarlet flames suddenly erupted in the center of the "stream"!
The people and animals at the landing point of the bomb were directly turned into ashes, and the heated and expanded airflow formed an explosive wind, like a ripple blooming in all directions. The hot air accelerated to this level was no different from a steel wall, and the person who hit it was smashed to pieces almost immediately, and severed limbs and internal organs were thrown everywhere.
The shock wave decays very quickly, and it no longer has the ability to tear the body after a hundred steps, but for a bomb, its lethality is far more than that.
Different from the battle of the royal capital, the area bordering the old holy city and the morning sun is a spacious plain, no matter the shock wave or the fragments, there will be no cover. And the high-density crowd standing up without any sense of defense has become the best target for fragments. Thousands of iron beads in the bullet, together with the broken shell, pierced through the crowd at several times the speed of sound. It is often able to penetrate more than ten times in a row to stop, not to mention the steel shell with huge energy.
The power of the bomb was released almost without reservation.
Seen from a high altitude, the rising black smoke is like a high wall, stopping the surging "stream".
However, before the Dawn nobles could recover from the thunder-like blow, the lightning had already climbed to the highest point and began the second round of diving.
"Dongfeng, strike again!"
Maisie followed closely, folded her wings, fell along the trajectory opened by the lightning, and let out a long, high-pitched whistle.
"Ooooooooooooooooo!"
The eight bombs are loaded in the left and right brackets and fall in sequence according to the slide rails. They can be bombed four times in a row, or they can be dropped on the same target in one go. In order to achieve the best deterrent effect, Lightning planned to dive four times, keeping the bomb as far as possible in the middle and rear of the stream that had not yet dispersed.
However, when the third round of bombs was dropped, the Dawn Army had already collapsed.
For those who are still alive, it is not an explosion, but a divine punishment. The places hit by the lightning were all scorched earth and corpses everywhere. Whether it was a serf without armor or a knight in heavy armor, there was no difference in the face of hell-like flames. No one knew how long such an attack would last. The deafening explosions and the screams of the seriously injured tortured everyone's nerves.
And the most unacceptable thing for them is that, facing such an incredible blow, the only thing they can do is to pray that the black stone will not fall near them next time. The giant beasts hovering and diving in the air would never get close to the attack range of the arrows, and a group of people was almost helpless except for being passively beaten.
This kind of battle is completely beyond their common sense.
Nobles come to loot their wealth. If they can't even save their own lives, what's the use of asking for money? Even if you can loot a large box of golden dragons, there is no way to transport them back after the servants are dead.
The conclusion is self-evident.
When the knight, who was strictly ordered not to flee the battlefield, turned around and rode his horse, the team quickly lost its restraint. The "stream" is flowing again, but this time in a completely different direction. First there were two batches, then two groups. The scattered nobles who had entered the city lost their source, while the more regular formations behind them became a pool of scattered sand.
But for the Dawn Army, the nightmare has just begun.
The First Army, who had already been hiding in the fields on the side of the avenue, calmly pulled the trigger when the enemy swarmed in.
It was a textbook flank.
The nobles just want to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, completely ignoring the detection and defense of the flanks. The five squadrons of the garrison in the north lined up along the road, tilting firepower from heavy machine guns or revolving rifles to the disintegrating crowd, all without considering the issue of hits. Bullets in the barrel will do.
The half-human-high straw became the best cover for the ambushers, and before dawn, Eagle Face led his men to lurking here. Sylvie's powerful insight ensured complete concealment of the reconnaissance cavalry. The opponent was almost blind, but his every move was clearly exposed in the eyes of the First Army.
It can be said that from the investigation level, the two are no longer rivals at the same level.
It was not until the first shot of gunshots that the Dawn nobles realized that there was still an enemy army in ambush in the rice fields! If they encounter a surprise attack during the march, they may also launch a counterattack by relying on the large number of people, but at this moment, fleeing has become the most important thing. Being hit by a bullet or escaping to heaven depends on luck, everyone only hates their own few. With two long legs, he fled in a panic, and the nobles even drove their mounts to rampage in the crowd, completely ignoring the life and death of their subjects.
In the blink of an eye the broad avenue became a road of death.