"Hmm... have they fled?" Jiang Kongming's gaze looked out at the Caesarians who were desperately squeezing and running away.

  A devilish smile spread across his face: "Do you think you can escape?"

  The direction of the early warning beside him was pale, and the power of the incendiary bomb far exceeded his estimate.

  If in an unknowing state, the Red Ocean encountered such a sharp weapon...

  The direction of the sound made his scalp tingle, and he didn't dare imagine it anymore.

  Fortunately, this weapon has a weakness, one that is not fatal but very easy to break.

  The strength of a person's arm varies from person to person, but ultimately it won't differ too much.

  Looking at the already distant Caesar people, who had retreated to a large area below the city wall. Fang Xing thought to himself that except for that humanoid violent dragon, probably no one else could throw incendiary bombs that far either.

  His gaze inadvertently fell on the small catapults behind the fire basin, and his heart moved involuntarily.

  Just now, he was still wondering what the use of these small catapults was. The stones they threw were probably not even enough to kill a person.

  But now he finally understood the use of these things.

  Jiang Kongming's gaze swept across the face of the silent and expressionless man, only to find that he had already anticipated this weakness and made certain preparations.

  He took a deep breath, his aversion to him had reached an almost fearful level.

  Luckily he was Second Brother's underling; otherwise, the first thing he would have done was take his life.

  Jiang Kongming carefully observed the changes on the battlefield, he appeared extremely calm. But the bloody smell at the tip of his nose was getting stronger and stronger, the pungent smell and the tragic scene before his eyes stimulated him to be like a madman.

  These two vastly different feelings actually appeared simultaneously in one person's body.

  "Long-distance throwing."

  A cold, completely unfeeling voice devoid of any human sympathy echoed through the city walls.

  The soldiers of the Seventh Squad put away the incendiary grenades in their hands, which were difficult to manufacture, and none of them dared to waste them lightly.

  After receiving Chiang Kung-ming's order, they also formed groups of three people each.

  The bottles with lit fuses were placed in those specially made holes.

  "Let go..."

  With a soft whoosh, countless incendiary bombs soared high into the air and flew towards a place tens of meters away.

  There, it was a sea of people, the most crowded place on the entire battlefield.

  People who thought they were safe, their pupils filled with extreme fear once again, staring blankly at the terrifying weapon that had taken countless lives of their companions reappeared above their heads.

  "Bang..."

  A loud explosion echoed far and wide, wave after wave of people fell helplessly on the battlefield.

  The more crowded the place is, the greater the number of casualties will be.

  The seventh team's throwers always aimed at the most crowded places and fired.

  Although not every incendiary bomb hit the target as desired, in such a densely populated area, as long as the general direction was not far off, the effect was also roughly the same.

  Human life is so worthless at this moment.

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  On the city wall, the cries of killing shook one's ears and made them deaf.

  The changes under the city inevitably affected the morale of both sides.

  There were no more reinforcements for Caesar's men. The soldiers who remained on the city walls became completely isolated.

  Their morale was extremely low, but their movements were still swift and uninterrupted.

  Because they are at a critical juncture of life and death, the Han people in front of them have already killed with red eyes and will not give them any chance to surrender.

  Since surrender is death and no surrender is also death, these warriors who were destined to die without a doubt were instead stirred up with blood surname, everyone fought bravely, doing that desperate struggle.

  Suddenly, a cold arrow shot out from among Caesar's people.

  The arrow flew as swiftly as lightning and pierced through a soldier's throat in an instant.

  The second arrow, the third arrow, the consecutive shooting method showed that this person's archery skills were extraordinary.

  Jiang Kongming's face changed, and his companion, Fang Mingshan, also exclaimed: "Not good..."

  These three arrows are extremely fast, but they are not unique. In the Great Han army, there are at least a hundred or so people who possess this archery skill.

  However, the person who shot the arrow was clearly well-prepared and had grasped the timing with extreme accuracy.

  He shot three arrows, and the ones he took were the closest group of three people near the city head battlefield.

  The three of them were intently installing and launching incendiary bombs when suddenly, as if from the sky, three long arrows pierced their bodies.

  The two men were completely unguarded and instantly one arrow pierced their throat and they died.

  The last one saw the two companions fall down, and he subconsciously crouched down, which made the arrowhead slightly deviate, but was also shot through the right chest by the arrow branch, lying in a pool of blood, looking at his life being lost.

  However, what really shocked Jiang Kung-ming and others was the layer of cotton on the small catapult that was emitting a faint smoke.

  Anyone who has witnessed the power of incendiary bombs is filled with an inner fear for that small bottle.

  Such a small thing, once exploded, high-speed flying glass fragments are enough to penetrate the vast majority of protective leather armor.

  Apart from heavily armoured knights and men-at-arms, this weapon was almost the nemesis of all armies.

  On the top of the city, due to the limited terrain, the three-man teams of the Seventh Squadron, although they left a certain distance between each other, that distance could only be said to have barely reached the safe warning line.

  But they were still within the blast radius of the incendiary bombs.

  What's even more terrifying is that on the left side of the catapult, there are those large boxes filled with incendiary bombs.

  What kind of consequences would such a close-range explosion produce? Would it trigger a chain reaction? Even Jiang Kung-ming didn't dare to confirm this.

  He just knew that if the whole box of incendiary bombs exploded, it would not only cause great casualties to the personnel, but also plunge the entire city into chaos.

  Everyone's gaze was fixed on the short fuse, which was almost burned out.

  It was precisely because of safety concerns that there was a wide open space around each group of three people. Even if someone was present, they stood far away and did not dare to approach these weapons that were like nightmares.

  "Put out the fire..." Jiang Kongming suddenly shouted loudly.

  He knew in his heart that his shout was already a useless effort, but he had no way to do anything about it. This sudden change of events made his heart sink like an ice cellar.

  On the battlefield, things are indeed changing rapidly, and any unexpected situation can occur. Even if you're fully prepared, unexpected events will still happen.

  The several soldiers standing a few steps away from the catapult were staring blankly at the flames, they could see clearly but their minds were completely blank and had no idea what measures to take.

  The one who reacted the fastest among the trio closest to this small catapult suddenly sprang into action, dashing towards the incendiary bomb that was almost burning out.

  His eyes shone with a persistent light, his pair of eyes could no longer see anything, only that bright light emitting a spark.

  He stretched out his arm, wanting to grab it and throw it away before the incendiary bomb exploded.

  Jiang Kung-ming and Fang Hsiang-ming's eyes followed him as he moved, their heartbeats quickening accordingly.

  This... is now their only hope at this time.

  Suddenly, another long arrow flew out from among Caesar's remaining soldiers.

  This arrow was like a sharp dagger, cutting off their last hope and leaving them with nothing.

  One arrow shot out, swift as a shooting star, and pierced through the thigh of that Han soldier who was running.

  In a flash of cold light, that Caesarian soldier fell backwards to the ground, a snow-bright long knife piercing his chest.

  The city guards have killed their way here and will cut down this Caesar man who has repeatedly shot arrows in the dark on the spot.

  But as he lay down, what flashed in his eyes was not temporary fear, but a desperate madness.

  At the moment when he was cut down by the steel knife, he also shot out the last arrow of his life. This arrow did not directly kill the enemy, but hit his thigh.

  He wanted that Han soldier to watch the arrival of death with his eyes wide open and slowly endure the torture of fear.

  However, when his head hit the ground, the ferocious grin on his face suddenly froze.

  He saw something that made him regretful, a last glimmer of remorse flashed in his eyes, and then his gaze dissipated, and he lost all consciousness.

  In the last second of his life, he saw it.

  That Han soldier who was shot in the thigh and should have fallen to the ground suddenly seemed to gain a magical strength.

  His footsteps were staggering, his thigh pants had been soaked through with the surging blood, but he never paid attention to it. His speed did not weaken in the slightest, as if the long arrow embedded in his thigh root had never existed.

  He stretched out his arms and extended his body to its fullest extent.

  "Ah..."

  A cry filled with despair and hope burst forth from his mouth.

  The liquid in the bottle has become scorching hot and the bottle body has started to crack.

  "Bang..."

  A deafening explosion suddenly erupted from atop the city wall.

  However, this sound was unexpectedly suppressed, as if it had been wrapped up and exploded.

  Innumerable shards of glass pierced through the first layer of armor, tearing apart flesh and blood quickly dyeing that section of city wall red.

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