To be honest, the power of earth-made thunder is not great.*(*) Even those who use fire cotton and have broken iron nails in the shell have a killing range of only 10 square meters. As for the killing range of thunder made by gunpowder, the killing range is even smaller.

However, how could it not make people frightened when the gunpowder exploded for the first time? Compared to the "asphalt bomb" that exploded in the air, the thunderous sound of the thunderous sound, the hot gunpowder gas that came to the face all made the surviving soldiers in the city start to frighten the soldiers under the city. For them, experiencing a "black magic" attack is enough, and if it continues, it will definitely cost their lives.

The brothers in front of me, under the explosion, the legs of the people were almost broken, and half of the body that was slightly farther away was blown up and burned black. What was so bad was that there were still people standing there, opening their mouths and making sharp screams. Some people were injured by the explosion's shock wave and stretched out their hands to touch them around. More people lost their hearing because of the distance from the explosion.

"My God, is this black magic really so terrifying?"

If black gunpowder was popular in the world, and after the explosives appeared and after the training of gunfire rains, such a scene was also shocking, but it would never have caused too much fear. But now, when the Englishmen first encountered the intensive "shocking thunder" explosion, they looked up and thought about how God had revenge against these demons.

However, God is also afraid of the evil people, especially when the evil people mastered the firearms, God had to go to the side to cool down. In fact, after the firearms were equipped with human army, the power of the divine power gradually retreated from the secular to the spiritual level. For example, during the Boxer Rebellion, some people burned incense and drank talisman water, but how many people believed it during the Anti-Japanese War? Even by then, fewer people practiced kung fu. After all, no matter what kind of golden bell cover or what kind of big handprint, facing machine guns on the modern battlefield, it was just a piece of cake.

When they raised their heads, large thunder fell in the sky again. The scrambled pottery was fired with the bright red of the new pottery. It was such a thing that scared all the soldiers under the city. They could not imagine what kind of reaction they would have if those things fell by their side again, and how they would avoid it.

Those who had never been trained to avoid when they were heated weapons looked at the clay pots thrown from the city, holding their heads and shouting backwards. That was not a weapon they could resist, the only thing they could do was to escape, and the farther they ran, the better.

The hand of Count Simon de Mondford slid down from his delicate beard and the soldiers heading to the attacking were then scattered from the city like the tide retreating from the beach. His eyes looked at the city with disbelief. His soldiers fell down there. Many people were struggling and moaning, but he did not dare to send more people to rescue him. He was worried that under the attack of the "black magic", he would take more lives. In the drizzle, he looked at the helpless city, stroked his beard, lowered his head and thought for a while, and then turned his face to command the officers around him.

"Let them come back. In such weather, dark magic may have stronger power."

I knew in my heart that this was a helpless and foolish explanation, but the soldiers might be much more at ease in my heart because of this.

When the sound of the retreating horn echoed near Nottinghamshire, everyone on the city was relieved. This included not only Nottinghamshire Mayor Philip Mark, but also Princess Geriel and Prince Edward. With the cheers of the soldiers on the city, Prince Edward, who had experienced the war for the first time, felt his arm soreness until then. He held a bow in one hand and swung his sore arms hard, turning around from the shooting hole.

Princess Qili was also relieved at this time, and she showed her arms to Prince Edward. At this moment, a little boy who had just passed through the battlefield, in addition to growing up, needed more comfort to survive in a cruel environment. He held Prince Edward in his arms and stroked his hair with his hands. However, Prince Edward only stayed in her arms for a few seconds before breaking free. The little face was filled with joy and more joy. The negative emotions brought by the cruelty on the battlefield just now disappeared.

"Sister Qili, we won. It all depends on the power of the thunders that you created. I guess if the English army was equipped with such things, then maybe we could be invincible in the world!"

Princess Qili was funny in her heart. She understood that Prince Edward certainly saw the victory of this war so easily. But Princess Qili also remembered what Zhao Fubo told her when she was in the Arab Empire.

"This kind of victory is only because the enemy has seen such high-tech weapons for the first time. Therefore, ignorance makes them afraid of them, fearing that they are cowardly, and cowardly enemy forces are always easy to be defeated!"

This is of course a relatively profound summary, but Princess Qili cannot tell Prince Edward these things. Although she had planned to tell Prince Edward about ****************, it may not be the time now. At least she cannot tell him these things until she cooperated 100% with Zhao Fubo.

"Ah, although my brothers are indeed the result on the battlefield, I hope you think a little more. If they had seen such weapons before and were often used, would they be so easily defeated?"

Princess Qili's secret message was just intended to cause Prince Edward to think. If he could not think of what Zhao Fubo summed up, then it was his problem. While the two were talking, Nottingham County Mayor Philip Mark ran in. Looking at the spirit on his face, the worries at the beginning of the war had been completely lost, and his face was full of smiles.

"Your Highness, your highness, we have won a great victory. If it weren't for your wise leader, we..."

Of course these words were not said to Princess Kiriel. Although the war was entirely under her command, it was just to express her loyalty to Prince Edward, Philip Mark, the mayor of Nottingham, ignored nothing.
Chapter completed!