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Those who were also on their way to the decisive battleground also noticed the change in weather; that's how the weather is on the grasslands—it changes in an instant.

The Dragon Army had been too successful before, which made them a bit overconfident. Now, they're scared by just a dark cloud.

Crown Prince Li Junren also noticed the unusual behavior of the musketeers.

"What happened?"

The musketeers looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, their faces solemn.

"Your Highness, the musketeers are doomed if it rains."

"what!"

The prince had no idea that the musketeers had such an obvious weakness. Now that both sides' forces were gathered here, a great battle was about to break out. And you're telling me that the musketeers can't get wet? What's worse, this awful weather looks like it's about to rain.

"If it rains, all the muskets will be no better than fire sticks, so we'll have to rely on the remaining 100,000 spearmen."

The situation on the scene immediately turned very unfavorable for Da Long. Everyone knows that in a melee combat, cavalry can easily defeat an enemy several times their size. Now it was equivalent to 300,000 cavalry fighting against 100,000 spearmen. Da Long had no chance of winning at all.

Li Junren is starting to get anxious now; he's nowhere near as high-spirited as he was a few days ago.

"Your Highness, the only way forward is to act as soon as possible and end the battle before the rainy day."

One of the generals had specifically studied firearms systematically, and he was currently the most knowledgeable about firearms among the Crown Prince's army. Therefore, his advice was the only option available to him.

"Alright, send someone to give Dazi a good thrashing."

Like his father, Li Junren was a very obedient person, and immediately arranged for people to hurl insults at him.

. . . . . . .

“Whoever has the loudest voice among you, the Crown Prince has ordered someone to hurl insults at us. Send someone loud and skilled at cursing.”

The messenger rode his horse back and forth in the ranks.

"Wang Mazi, you always have such a vicious tongue in the village, you should go now. You're no good at fighting, but isn't cursing your forte? This is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself, don't miss it."

The man called Wang Mazi actually didn't have a single pockmark on his face, but no one knew why he was called Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi's mind started racing after being prompted like that. He thought to himself, "That's so true. Everyone in the village is afraid of me. I've never lost an argument."

"Sir, sir, you know that a loud voice means someone can swear."

Just as the messenger was about to pass him, Wang Mazi quickly raised his hand to signal.

The messenger looked Wang Mazi up and down, and seemed somewhat suspicious of his frail body, but he had no other choice at the moment, so he let him go out and shout insults.

The two armies were facing off. Dazi's side was making preparations for the battle and was about to launch a full-scale attack when they saw a skinny, monkey-like soldier emerge from Dalong's camp. Before they could figure out what was going on, the skinny soldier spoke up.

"Hey, you wild man with braids."

This person's words immediately angered all the Dazi. What did he mean by "wild man with braids"? It's true that all the Dazi wore braids, and not just one, but several on each person's head. But this was the Dazi tradition, and how could they stand it?

"You bunch of bastards who were born of fathers but not taught by mothers, I heard that you can even marry your own mothers as wives, my goodness, everyone come and see, how can you do such a thing that violates human ethics."

"No wonder you're all so stupid, God is punishing you."

"By the way, I heard that you people don't bathe after you're born. Is that true? No wonder this grassland smells so bad. How can it not smell bad when 300,000 unwashed savages are gathered together?"

Wang Mazi made an extremely exaggerated vomiting motion.

This action greatly excited the Dazi cavalry. Before Wululu could give the order, 300,000 cavalrymen surged out like tigers descending from the mountain.

The earth trembled instantly; the commotion caused by the 300,000 cavalrymen was comparable to an earth dragon turning over.

When Wang Mazi saw that the other party had no martial ethics and had started a war without warning, he was so frightened that he quickly ran back.

Li Junren ordered everyone to be on high alert and prepare for a counterattack.

"Bang~~~"

The sight of 300,000 cavalry was so overwhelming that many soldiers began firing wildly before even receiving orders. Once one soldier took the lead, another followed suit, and both sides began to fight indiscriminately, ignoring commands.

Zhou Wu, who was in the distance, could already faintly hear the gunshots, and he became even more anxious.

"Hurry up."

"Yes, full speed ahead."

Fortunately, the field guns have been lightened so they can be used as horse-drawn carriages. Otherwise, if they were still as cumbersome as naval guns, Zhou Wu probably wouldn't have even covered half the distance by now.

On the battlefield.

After experiencing two major failures, Dazi already knew the power of muskets, so this time she was well-prepared and no longer frightened by the mere sound of gunfire as before.

All the tribal chiefs had given their men a death sentence: anyone who retreated would die. The stern guards were waving gleaming executioner's blades behind them, and anyone who dared to retreat, no matter who they were, would be executed.

Although the cavalrymen charging ahead suffered heavy casualties, their ferocity was fully displayed at this moment, as they stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued to advance.

Soon the two sides clashed in close combat, and the momentum of the cavalry charge caused the spearmen in the front ranks to fall over.

The pikemen, with no way to retreat for the sake of the musketeers behind them, could only fight back. But how could infantry be a match for cavalry? Just as rumored, the Dazi cavalry, like wolves among sheep, began to wield their scimitars wantonly.

The generals on Da Long's side have realized that if the battle situation doesn't change, then defeat is only a matter of time. Some generals have already begun to persuade Li Junren to move to a safe place.

"No, the war has not yet been lost. If I leave, morale will inevitably drop, and then defeat will be certain."

Li Junren is absolutely right. If he leaves now, the morale of the Great Dragon will plummet to rock bottom, and even a miracle won't help then.

However, Dazi's sword continued to be wielded wildly, taking away the lives of the Great Dragon soldiers with each strike. Many cavalrymen had even charged into the musketeer camp. Without swords and spears to protect them, the musketeers were like bare-handed men facing a burly man with a knife. They had no ability to fight back, and the situation immediately became one-sided.

It hadn't rained yet, but the dragon's defeat was already beginning to show.

Just as all the Great Dragonmen were watching their impending defeat, a deafening thunderclap suddenly erupted from their hands.

"Is it finally going to rain?"

The thunder was really loud; it seemed even the heavens were on Dazi's side. Then, dozens more claps of thunder followed.

"Wait, isn't this thunder too frequent?"

Li Junren, who had closed his eyes and was ready to accept his fate, curiously opened them. The sky was still gray, but no raindrops were falling.

Dozens more thunderclaps came from behind, and when they turned around, they saw a large dragon army.