Chapter 672: The Army’s Morale is Shaken

Chapter 672: The Army's Morale is Shaken

Prince Bei instinctively looked around, expecting to see Xie Yuan and the shadow guards with alert and tense expressions. Instead, he saw that each of them was holding a strange black tube.

What the hell is this?

"Fire!"

At Zhe Jing's command, the black tubes were ignited and launched with slingshots towards the oil barrels that had rolled halfway down the hillside.

Some were shot with longbows, as the archers' strength was sufficient to send the black tubes directly into the enemy camp.

The unremarkable black tubes shot out like arrows.

The Pope's men, seeing that the enemy also had hidden weapons, hurriedly used wooden shields to block them.

But the moment the black tubes landed on the oil barrels, a blinding flash erupted, making them feel as if they were ascending to heaven. Then, with a thunderous boom, the oil barrels exploded before they could roll down the hillside, sending the surrounding people flying into the air!

The massive explosion and fireball that rose around them left the Pope's men stunned, who had been confident that their attack would soon force the enemy to surrender.

What kind of terrifying weapon is this!

It was like a demon, ripping people apart before they could react!

They didn't even have time to utter a word. The incoming black tubes, though not as numerous as an arrow rain, caused damage a hundred, even a thousand times worse! Their wooden shields were useless, shattering just like the people behind them.

Nearly every black tube that landed sent people flying. Their own oil barrels didn't even have a chance to roll down, exploding either mid-way or right in front of them!

The earth-shattering explosion even stunned Dongrong's own men, let alone the Pope's men!

Prince Bei was stunned.

He felt the ground shake beneath him, and he stumbled, falling to the ground. But he didn't even think to get up, his mouth agape in awe, his eyes reflecting the fiery sky, his mind consumed by a single thought.

This is terrifying!

"The devil's weapon! They are devils!" someone among the Pope's men couldn't help but shout.

Under the nearly apocalyptic force, humans seemed so fragile and insignificant, utterly defenseless. Even the bravest among them were now paralyzed by fear, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, some even frozen in terror, their eyes wide with fear.

The Pope, surrounded by his guards, was also taking cover, with Shen Yuansong by his side.

But now, they gazed at the terrifying weapon without fear, instead feeling an unusual excitement.

Ammunition! This is ammunition!

This is the might of the divine weapon!

This is the divine weapon that helped Dasheng win against Prince Rong during the civil war!

Having witnessed the power of the divine weapon firsthand, the Pope and Shen Yuansong, who now believed they had mastered its creation, were eager to use it in a decisive battle against the enemy!

This was no longer a mere clash of weapons or people; this was a total annihilation! This wasn't the weapon of the devil; this was a divine miracle!

"Go, deploy our divine weapon!" the Pope exclaimed, his voice hoarse with excitement.

Shen Yuansong's emotions were also stirred.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten about wanting to return home and tell his family that he was still alive. He thought, even if he died here, it would be worth it.

After the bombardment, Prince Bei finally became arrogant: "Hahahaha, how many survivors are there on the other side? Step out and show yourselves. Surrender, or I’ll have you all blown to bits!"

"..."

The Pope's voice finally came faintly: "Does Prince Bei really not care whether Tuoba Xiao lives or dies?"

Seeing that the other side finally stopped attacking and tried to communicate instead, Prince Bei thought they were scared and became even more arrogant: "That scourge on the nation, you should hurry up and kill him, save me the hassle."

"It seems the prince really doesn't care about the Emperor's life or death?"

Prince Bei felt a pang of guilt and after a while said, "I've already told you, we have the antidote. You should be worrying about your own necks!"

However, it was this moment of hesitation that made the Pope even more certain that the other side likely didn't have the antidote and that Xie Yuan's surrender was just a ruse.

He sneered with contempt. Even if Xie Yuan had brought the divine weapons to Dongrong, he’d have to be careful about leaks. So he wagered Xie Yuan had brought few divine weapons, and his ammunition might even be less than mine!

"By the way, Xie Yuan, I forgot to tell you, we are holding Chu Xiaozi and Shu Mo captive. Even if you want Tuoba Xiao to die, you wouldn't want them to die, would you?"

Zhe Jing and Zhe Ying were slightly startled and immediately became cautious.

Weren’t they with my lady? How could they be on the other side?

If they were captured, then my lady...

While they were being cautious, urgent news arrived from the rear: "Prince, the Emperor has been roused by the commotion and demands your presence."

Prince Bei was too scared to go at this moment, but before he could leave, Emperor Xuanming himself came out, struggling to stand: "Where is Xiao? Has he been rescued?"

Afraid to upset him, Prince Bei kept the plan secret, but the other side heard Emperor Xuanming's voice and immediately became arrogant again.

"Your Majesty, Prince Bei suggested General Tuoba should die swiftly, to prevent him from inheriting the throne and ruining Dongrong!"

Hearing this, Emperor Xuanming was filled with rage, no longer distinguishing between friend and foe: "Do you all want Xiao to die? I ordered you to hand over the Tiger Tally first, why didn't you obey?"

His eyes burned with rage, and for a moment, no one dared to answer, as no one wanted to risk worsening the Emperor’s condition.

Even Xie Yuan remained silent.

Emperor Xuanming's condition looked too severe.

There were many of Emperor Xuanming's confidants here, and if he provoked him into something happening, these people might not obey orders.

Seeing he could defeat them without using divine weapons, the Pope made a stopping gesture again, laughing wildly: "Xie Yuan, did you honestly think I’d buy your tale of the Holy Medicine? You haven’t even cured yourself, have you? Hear the Emperor’s voice? How much longer can he hold on? Right, you are the one who assassinated the Emperor. You killed your own Emperor of Dasheng, how could you not want to kill our Emperor of Dongrong? Soldiers on the other side, you are not following Helian Lin now, but General Xie of Dasheng!"

Hearing the Pope's voice, the Dongrong soldiers who had been following Xie Yuan were dumbfounded, looking at each other.

Helian Lin is the legendary Xie Yuan of Dasheng who was said to be dead?

How is that possible?

Even though most people didn't want to believe it, in that instant, the morale was already in disarray.

Do they really have the Holy Medicine antidote? Is General Tuoba still going to be rescued? Does the Prince and Helian Lin care about the Emperor's life or death?