Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

Driven mad by Qu Yi's instigation, the Luchuan Legion followed the warrior's footsteps and advanced madly toward the trenches, determined to wipe out all the invaders in one fell swoop.

Little did they know, they were about to face an unprecedented and brutal test.

Through the viewing mirror, Shen Lang's gaze was fixed on the thousand warriors leading the vanguard.

In this war model built around martial artists, suppressing martial artists will inevitably have an irreversible impact on the morale of the army.

As the enemy entered the effective range of the 50mm light man-portable mortar, Shen Lang simply waved his hand.

"Adjust your sights and prepare to fire!"

The twelve mortars had already been set up and their muzzles were aimed at the enemy troops who had entered within 500 meters.

The loader beside the cannon held a grenade nervously, waiting for the order to insert it into the muzzle.

"fire!"

Qu Yi roared, and a chorus of sharp whistles rang out across the field.

Boom——

After the shell was inserted into the breech from the front, the loader immediately covered his ears and crouched down to the side.

Then, about three seconds later, a series of crisp cannon shots came from the muzzle.

The howitzer flew in a perfect parabola through the air, landing precisely in the dense crowd.

boom--

The moment the grenade landed and exploded, a scorching blast wave swept through the shattered shrapnel, scattering it in all directions.

Instantly, swarms of soldiers took to the air, each shot causing an average of three to eight casualties.

Boom——

The second round of shelling began again, and the battlefield was filled with explosions once more.

Before a martial artist could react, a loud bang rang out at his feet, which launched him straight up from the ground.

When he landed and looked around, his eyes widened in terror, and he let out a hoarse groan.

His legs were covered in blood and he was in so much pain that he had completely lost all feeling in them.

However, he was still lucky compared to his companions.

After all, he had only lost his legs, but his two companions had already been pierced through the head by shrapnel and were beyond dead.

The ordinary infantrymen were also ravaged by artillery fire, and their fates were even more tragic.

Because the initial rate of fire of the individual mortar is not high, warriors may be able to escape with their keen senses, but ordinary soldiers will definitely become the main targets.

The battlefield was filled with the cries of soldiers. The once orderly formations were instantly shattered by the barrage of grenades.

"Brother, save me, save me!"

"No, don't come any closer, don't come any closer—"

A Luchuan soldier, terrified and wetting himself, collapsed to the ground and began to climb backwards.

Before him lay a comrade, blown in two and covered in blood, crawling toward him in an attempt to seek help.

Another soldier from Luchuan, witnessing the horrific sight of countless corpses of his comrades before him, roared out in an attempt to dispel his fear.

But the next moment, a grenade fell from mid-air in front of his feet, instantly blasting his body into pieces.

However, due to the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Luchuan army, and the fact that the rear was unaware of the situation at the front, they charged forward without hesitation even when a huge commotion occurred at the front.

Finally, the army advanced to within 200 meters of the trenches.

"Gatling gun, fire!"

"Rifle fire!"

At Shen Lang's command, a hail of bullets instantly rained down on the battlefield.

Thirty-eight Gatling guns were firing at full power, with rifle fire support on the side.

In the blink of an eye, the warriors in front of the barbed wire and the Luchuan soldiers behind them were swept to the ground like wheat during the autumn harvest.

In front of the narrow barbed wire fence, plumes of blood-red mist rose up.

The roar of machinery was like the reaping weapon of death, relentlessly dragging these ignorant humans into hell.

"This...what the hell is this..."

From the rear, Meng Maolong, who witnessed this cruel scene, was completely shocked.

The soldiers advancing at the front fell in droves, yet they could not get even a step closer to the trenches.

When did the Chu army acquire such a formidable force of warriors?

"Why? Where did such powerful martial artists come from in the Chu Kingdom? Their strength is at least at the Innate Realm, right? My god, how many Innate Realm martial artists are there?!"

Up until now, he still believes that the reason why the Chu army is so powerful is entirely because those soldiers are composed of martial artists, and not just any martial artists, but those with considerable cultivation.

"No, we can't keep fighting like this, or we'll all be wiped out!"

Thinking of this, he decisively ordered the retreat.

However, the incessant roar of gunfire instantly drowned out the retreat signal.

Moreover, on the battlefield, before the advent of radio, how easy was it to command and coordinate?

"Grenade!"

Just as a group of Luchuan soldiers successfully entered within twenty meters of the trench while the Chu army was changing ammunition, Qu Yi gave another order.

In an instant, amidst the sharp, deadly whistle, long-handled grenades rained down into the crowd, puffing out white smoke.

"boom--"

After a brief wait, dozens of grenades exploded simultaneously, instantly scattering them to pieces.

"Uh--"

A martial artist was blasted into the trench by the blast wave of a grenade, landing right next to Shen Lang.

The soldiers around him were startled and didn't react for a moment.

Shen Lang, however, remained holding up the spy camera and didn't turn around. Instead, he delivered a side kick that shattered Shen Lang's throat.

"Don't panic, keep firing! The enemy is about to collapse!"

"Yes!"

Before long, the roar of Gatling guns and 98K rifles rang out again.

After the last warrior who tried to escape was taken down by the Gatling gun, what appeared before the Luchuan army was—

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood!

Finally, after the initial excitement subsided, what followed was a chill, much like the snowy weather.

After calming down, and seeing their comrades falling one after another amidst the roaring sounds, these once invincible Luchuan soldiers finally broke down.

"Sorcery! The people of Chu possess sorcery!"

"Run! That's not sorcery, it's the divine magic of the Thunder God descending to earth! The people of Chu are protected by the Thunder God, we can't win!"

"Run! How can mortals possibly defeat gods!"

"That must be the legendary Heaven-Suppressing Thunder Qi unleashed by the Rakshasa Woman Yu Xiyan! My God, that's terrifying!"

In an instant, the remaining half of the soldiers turned and ran.

They had never seen such a horrific loss of life, especially in such a short period of time.

The people of Luchuan dare not easily explore the unknown, and will only attribute everything to the evil spirits and demons.

Shen Lang had been waiting for this very moment.

"Cavalry pursuit! Don't let a single one escape!"

The next second, the gunfire stopped, replaced by the neighing of warhorses and the chilling sound of iron hooves pounding the ground.

Meng Maolong then discovered that a formidable cavalry force was lying in ambush in the dense forests surrounding the plain.

"It's over, it's over."

Upon witnessing this scene, Meng Maolong immediately realized that all was lost.

He glanced at the longsword in his hand, then suddenly slashed it across his neck.

Blood instantly stained half the sky.

He knew Sihanfa's character; having lost so many people, he would certainly not let him and his family off the hook.

Rather than suffer a painful death, it is better to end one's own life and preserve a shred of dignity.

The Mammoth Dragon is dead, but the battle continues.

It has now turned into a one-sided pursuit.

Thousands of cavalrymen, like herding sheep, systematically divided and annihilated the Luchuan army that had been routed by firearms.

Some of the archers were skilled on horseback and could kill their opponents with a single arrow, pinning them to the ground in the back.

Accompanied by Qu Yi, Shen Lang slowly walked out of the trench.

Looking at the carnage of corpses scattered everywhere, he could only sigh heavily.

"Damn it, five thousand taels of gold is really hard to earn. Am I out of my mind? Or was I bewitched by the Empress's beauty? I feel like I've lost out big time!"