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After several rounds of fierce bombardment, the air seemed to be torn apart, filled with a nauseating smell of gunpowder. This smoke mingled with the strong stench of blood, like a thick layer of gloom shrouding the entire battlefield. The pungent odor was pervasive, penetrating deep into people's nasal cavities and throats, causing a wave of nausea.

The wounded enemy knights, their eyes blazing with fury, roared furiously. Their shouts were like thunderclaps, shaking the heavens and earth. Beside them, their wounded warhorses neighed in pain, their cries mournful and desolate, as if telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

As time ticked by, the thrilling battle drew to a close. The leader of the black-armored cavalry, the brave warrior who had led from the front, was now mortally wounded and collapsed to the ground, his fate unknown. However, his valiant soldiers showed no sign of faltering at their leader's fall; on the contrary, their fighting spirit soared, and they pressed on with their charge.

Unfortunately, the soldiers' bravery was destined to be in vain. Despite their fearlessness, all their efforts seemed futile against an enemy far more powerful than they could have imagined. Finally, when the last cavalryman fell 80 meters away, this brutal battle came to an end.

These unfortunate soldiers may never have understood, even in death, what firearms truly meant compared to melee weapons. The difference between the two was simply too vast, not even in the same league. It's no exaggeration to say that, if logistical support had been adequate, the firearms that Kim Jong-un possessed could have swept across the world, been invincible, and perhaps even dominated globally!

The battle finally drew to a close, but the battlefield now resembled a scene of utter devastation, as if it had been ravaged by a terrifying storm. This fierce battle, from the opening horn call to the final dust, had lasted less than half an hour.

General Di and his many officers stood frozen in disbelief, their mouths agape, utterly speechless. He simply couldn't comprehend how the Iron Falcon Army, renowned for its superior equipment and fierce fighting, had crumbled so quickly. Before the cavalry led by Commander Jin, they appeared utterly helpless, a complete joke, failing even to reach the enemy lines. And this was three whole Iron Falcon units! In the past, they were a formidable force capable of holding their own against tens of thousands of Song soldiers!

General Di and his troops weren't the only ones equally shocked. High atop the city walls, General Gan, the defending officers, and some soldiers also witnessed the entire battle. Their eyes widened, fixed on the scene before them, their hearts filled with astonishment and disbelief. They could hardly believe what they were seeing. That was the elite army meticulously trained by the royal court! At most three thousand men, and the thousand who had come had been completely annihilated after just one encounter, unable even to reach the enemy lines. When had the Song army acquired such powerful weapons? Faced with this situation, how could the war continue? A thick, heavy gloom hung over everyone's hearts.