Planck's eyes were sore, and he almost knelt down on the city wall, not only him, but many soldiers who were still on the city wall, tears flowed from the corners of their eyes, and a tear stain was washed on the blood stain on their faces, their comrades, many of them could no longer see this scene in front of them, and some soldiers even squatted down to help the fallen comrades next to them clean up the blood stains on their faces, so that they could see the scene of the painful death of the Belu people in the explosion.

The trump card of Ball City, it's finally time to make a move!

Due to the special topography of Boer City, tens of thousands of troops were all thrown into the attack on the east gate, and after the explosion, a thick black smoke screen rose outside the thin east gate, and the smoke came with a strong choking smell. Even standing on the city wall, you can feel the choking smell of gunpowder, some people can't help coughing softly, and some people even have tears that are smoked down. However, no one wants to leave here, and no one wants to hide from the choking smell. Only by standing on the city wall, which was closest to the center of the explosion, could they distinguish the screams and groans of the Belu soldiers from the sound of the explosion.

Ginny's chest heaved rapidly, even though she had heard about the power of gunpowder from Merial and Ron, and he was there when it was tested, it was a different thing when it was used on the battlefield.

Ginny suddenly felt that what Merial and Ron had said about conquering the Duchy of Noah and conquering the entire Deathfjord was not a joke. As long as there is a sufficient amount of gunpowder, not to mention the Belu army under the city walls, even the troops of the great empires such as Wishair and Kyrnilo may not be able to withstand such an explosion. In her heart, for the first time, she felt that the young officer in front of her was a little unfathomable.

As if seeing what Ginny was thinking, Meria smiled slightly: "This thing, but Ron invented it first, I just took it and used it." “

The soldiers on the walls now understood why Meria insisted on not using this secret weapon, which had never been used on the battlefield, in yesterday's battle.

"Frank Lampard is not stupid, if I use it rashly, he will definitely control the number of people who charge in each wave, as long as the battle line is extended, the gunpowder unit will be much less lethal. Meria said proudly: "In this battle, I will let their second army completely cut off the idea of invading our Bocheng!"

"What's that?" Frank Lampard was left with only his own personal guards on his side, and Novak sent almost half of his troops, and when they saw the forward positions covered in smoke and fire, Novak no longer had any contempt on his face, he tugged at the reins in his hand fiercely, and roared out in an almost roaring tone, "What is that?"

"Yode, they're the guys from Yode!" the muscles on Lampard's face were contorted with anger, the troops here were the elite he had cultivated from one battle after another, but no matter how brave and skilled the troops were, there was nothing they could do in the face of such a weapon beyond their understanding.

The once fierce Beru cavalry archers no longer had the opportunity to gallop on horseback, and they could only scream under the blows of the gunpowder troops. Like all the Belu infantry, they could only cling to the blaze of fire, and they were on horseback, but they were more likely to be pushed down by strong waves. Their war horses were even pushed out by strong air waves more than ten zhang away. The ground on the ground was soaked with blood and was very wet, and when the horse slided, it made a deep groove in the ground.

The loud bang, as if it was the call of death, also struck Lampard's heart deeply.

From the beginning to the end of the strategy, he did not make any mistakes, in the face of several times the number of troops, these Bo Cheng defenders can still calm down, originally he refused this battle, seeing his soldiers fall in circles in the explosion, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Lampard only felt a tightness in his chest, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell directly from the warhorse.

"Your Excellency!"

Several of Lampard's guards dismounted and lifted Lampard up from the ground, his face pale.

"Let the troops retreat! Hurry! How many can survive!"

The tens of thousands of troops under the city walls, they have been blown unconscious by the continuous explosions, even if they are not dead, they are already at a loss, they also want to retreat, but before they get Lampard's order, charge forward, and take Polcheng is their death order.

On the contrary, the soldiers of the Northern Legion have re-crossed the moat and returned to the side of the plain.

However, Lampard soon spotted the seriousness of the matter.

There were fires everywhere, rumbling loud noises, and thick black smoke, which shrouded almost all of the Belu troops inside. Black smoke blocked their vision, loud noises cut off calls, firelight stung their eyes, soldiers in the dark. There is no command from the rear. Even the muffled horn was completely obscured by the incessant explosions.

No matter how much the heralds shouted, Lampard's orders could not be delivered.

Lampard suddenly felt the corners of his eyes wet slightly, and quickly reached out to touch it, and there was an extra touch of red liquid on his finger.

......

Ron stood in front of the mountain wall, he had already turned on the immortal mode, and with the thin natural ability in the air, he quickly discovered the problem of the mountain wall in front of him.

A layer of familiar energy formed this seemingly natural seal, the owner of this energy is Asmantis, but after the death of this demon general, this energy seems to have lost its restraints, and begins to escape little by little, even if Ron and they ignore it, this mountain wall will turn into nothingness after a period of time.

"The old lair of the demon general, I don't know what good things are. Ron smiled slightly, condensing a swirling cloud of wind mana in his hands.

"Spiral Pill!"

After this ownerless energy touched Ron's spiral pill, it was directly twisted into pieces, and the mountain wall in front of him was like an old dry wallpaper, quickly peeling off and detached, and an empty space appeared in front of Ron. The abundant mana fluctuations could be clearly felt by Ron even when he was standing outside.

Mountains of magic crystals, neatly arranged piles of magic scrolls, and many swords and armor that shimmered with magical halos, Ron's breathing became a little faster.