Heavy cannon fire echoed across the wilderness, the shells cutting through the low sky like falling meteors, bringing the seeds of death to their destination.
As Jiǎ Huán's artillery battalion fired their cannons, flames erupted with explosive roars into the enemy ranks.
For an army tens of thousands strong, the handful of artillery pieces Jiǎ Huán brought was still far too few. If they used only conventional shells, it would inevitably be impossible to deal a heavy blow to the Rakshasa Army.
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