Outside the city of Altay, there was an army of more than 10,000 men, whose soldiers were dressed like the Tatars, dressed in fur hats and robes, carrying short bows, and carrying quivers around their waists, all of whom were from Warat, a khanate of the same origin as the Tatars.

Both were part of the Mongol Empire, but the Tatars were the descendants of the Golden Family, Genghis Khan, and were more orthodox than the Warats. Of course, these are not very useful, everything still has to be spoken by strength, when Varat was strong, Tatars were bullied like dogs.

"Arslen, is this the city where you call the butcher general?" In front of the army, two Warat nobles were talking, one of them looked very relaxed, but the other looked nervous, looking at Altay City with some fear.

"Sukhbaru, you have never fought against the butcher general, and you have no idea how terrible he is. He has a powerful divine power or devilish power in his body, more powerful than lions and tigers, even the most powerful warriors of our Warat, will not be his opponent. Alslen thought of the experience of fighting Yang Jingye in the past year, and there was a strong jealousy in his eyes.

"You're too daring, you don't look like a warrior from my Dulbert department at all. Sukhbaru laughed loudly, and the Warat was divided into four divisions, and they belonged to the Dulbert division. "Moreover, no matter how strong the strength of man is, it is no match for artillery. I've brought these big guys with me this time, and even the real gods will be knocked down by a single shot. ”

Sukhbaru pointed not far from him, where ten huge cannons were placed, all dark yellow, and the barrels of the black holes seemed to be a big mouth devouring people.

"Are we warriors who use these things? Arslen was ridiculed by Sukhbaru like this, and he was a little angry in his heart. This companion of his own, since childhood, grew up in the Kazakh Khanate in the far west, and in recent decades, a country called Ottoman near the Kazakh Khanate has gradually become stronger, and the Ottoman firearms and force have developed to an extremely powerful point, which cannot be resisted by manpower, if you have not seen it with your own eyes, you will definitely not believe that there will be such a killing weapon in the world.

Sukhbaru also thought that the Mongol cavalry was invincible in the world, but after seeing the Ottoman firearms, he realized that the world had changed, and the invincible Mongol cavalry had become a thing of the past.

These cannons were obtained by him through bribery, and in recent times the Ottomans were in civil strife, and the control over armaments was relatively loose, so he was easily able to get his hands on them.

After getting these artillery, he did not dare to use them near the Ottomans, and if he was held responsible, he would definitely die a terrible death. Therefore, he returned to Warat with these cannons, intending to repeat the glory of Warat with them.

"Haha, Arslen, I'll show you the power of these cannons. With a wave of his hand, some of the soldiers behind him quickly began to fill the muzzles of the cannons.

"When. "The shells were filled into the chambers, and a platoon of soldiers raised their torches quickly ignited the fuse. "Snort. The lead quickly burst out of a line of fire, and Sukhbaru gently covered his ears and looked in the direction of the city wall.

"Boom. A cannonball flew out at great speed and smashed into the walls of Altay, which was made of bricks and stones, and before it could hold out for a moment, it was half blown down.

Because both Tatar and Warat belong to Mongolia, and the Mongols are nomadic people, they are not very good at building city walls, and this Altay is a small city, which cannot withstand the bombardment of artillery fire at all.

Immediately after this cannon sounded, the remaining nine cannons burst out in turn with endless firepower, instantly submerging the city of Altay. The strong noise seemed to shake the entire mountain range, and almost everyone seemed to feel that the end of the world was coming.

The soldiers above the city could not resist the power of the artillery, and hundreds of people were torn to pieces in a breath. The soldiers of Warat under the city were stunned, the soldiers in this city were all masters, and their strength was very high, and only 5,000 people could overwhelm them tens of thousands of people. But today, in front of this artillery, it was like paper paste, and such a huge contrast made their brains a little bent.

Arslen's ears were buzzing, on the one hand, he was shocked, and on the other hand, he was frightened by the power of this artillery, with these artillery, what forces in the world could be opponents? And how terrible should that Ottoman Empire be?

"Artillery, these Warats actually have artillery, and they feel even more powerful than the Tiger Squat Cannon of the Ming Dynasty!" Yang Jingye was in the city, and he also felt the horror of these artillery.

"General, I'll evacuate soon. Several of his own soldiers quickly surrounded him, trying to get him out of here as soon as possible. The enemy's artillery was too fierce to be countered by manpower at all.

"No, what's the use of retreating, if you retreat, the enemy will advance, and one day you will have no way to retreat. Yang Jingye's figure was like a spear standing there, his whole body was fierce, the blood in his body was surging, and his eyes were shining with endless desire to fight.

What about artillery? It was just a few foreign objects, and he didn't believe he would be knocked down by some foreign objects.

"Wait for me here, and I will come as soon as I go. His figure suddenly burst out, jumped out more than a dozen feet in a few steps, and with his feet on the edge of the collapsed city wall, he rose more than a zhang, and with a few more strokes, he quickly climbed over the city wall.

"It's the butcher general!" As soon as he left the city, he was discovered by Arslen, I have to say that Yang Jingye's reputation is still very oppressive, even at this time, Arslen's heart is full of jealousy.

"Butcher, then he's going to be the one to be slaughtered today. Sukhbaru looked at Yang Jingye defiantly, after he returned from the Kazakh Khanate, he needed a chance to establish his authority, if he could kill this butcher general this time, his prestige in Warat would reach a peak.

"Musketeer, prepare!" Sukhbaru immediately ordered, and the hundreds of soldiers behind him raised their muskets one after another, aiming at Yang Jingye's body.

In the Ottoman Empire, muskets were the standard equipment of the new army, and the control was not as strict as that of artillery, and he paid some gold and silver treasures that he could easily get his hands on.