"Pffft."

A spark ignited the oil, and immediately after, that spark burned fiercely. In just a few seconds, the flames roared to life!

At this moment, amidst thousands of soldiers and horses, flames erupted in several places.

The vast battlefield, at this moment, bloomed with countless sparks. The fiery oil, poised to ignite, burned completely!

Either a clump, a long line, or flames burning alone in an empty space, rising fiercely. They cling to moving living things and motionless dead things, releasing intense heat freely!

Flames soared into the sky, searing temperatures dispersing the chill in the air, but the screams of the Tu Yuan soldiers only grew louder!

The cries of battle were gone, leaving only the neighing of war horses, the groans and roars of soldiers.

Countless people were engulfed in flames, they rolled frantically on the ground, yet could never extinguish the fire on their bodies.

A warhorse, its entire body covered in flames, reared up on its iron hooves and charged wildly through the ranks of cavalry. The soldier on its back, engulfed in flames, had already been thrown to the ground.

It ran helplessly, engulfed in flames.

Some unmounted cavalrymen saw it charging and scrambled to get out of the way, but the warhorse had already crashed into their ranks.

And as he rushed in, he happened to collide with one of the cavalrymen who had been splashed with oil. This man had been doused with oil but hadn't been hit by the boulders that followed, so he wasn't on fire yet.

But now, it was ignited by a warhorse.

His eyes narrowed, and he frantically slapped at the flames engulfing him.

But that kerosene, like a leech attached to bone, once ignited, would be anything but easily extinguished.

In the stifling heat, he could even smell the burnt hair, which only heightened his panic. He didn't have time to think anymore; he quickly unbuckled his armor and began to take off his clothes.

But as soon as he touched the armor, the intense heat scorched him, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to endure the searing pain of removing his armor, there was a deafening roar, and the warhorse collapsed beneath him, its massive body pinning him down.

The flames are still burning, and they're getting hotter and hotter.

And his cries became even louder.

And this scene, compared to those who were struck by boulders, was already much better.

The boulders that fell from the sky, some struck directly into the crowd. Those who were hit by the boulders were slammed to the ground, mashed together like pancakes.

Whether it be a human body or a warhorse, once struck by a giant stone, they become indistinguishable pools of blood and flesh, mangled limbs and shattered remains. The crimson blood mingles with the muddy ground, creating a horrifying sight at first glance.

But if they were smashed to death directly, it would be considered a blessing, after all, there would be no more suffering.

If one were to be struck by a falling boulder, it would mean losing an arm or a leg. Several soldiers, while not fully hit, were still caught in the blast and had half their bodies crushed.

And at this moment, they could only gape with their mouths wide open, letting out heart-wrenching screams.

At the forefront of the siege, many battering rams were hit by boulders, and the carts splintered instantly. Soldiers hiding behind them were smashed to pieces, their bodies, armor, and heavy cart bodies all mixed together. Some even sank into the pits.

The towering siege tower, the cloud ladders, were being crushed inch by inch, and several that had been previously doused with oil were now burning along with it.

Burning logs crackled and hissed, their embers igniting the unknown fates of countless souls.

The originally neat and orderly army of glyphs was now completely disordered after this first volley of shells and incendiary attacks!

Shattered weaponry, raging flames everywhere, and soldiers engulfed in fire, rolling on the ground clutching their faces in agony, the imposing army of Tu Yuan had descended into chaos.

But in the middle of the battlefield, Mithridates, riding his horse, now had a pale face instead of the confident one he had earlier.

Looking at these fallen bodies, he could only feel a cold sweat running down his spine.

Perhaps it was the favor of the gods of fortune that spared him from being hit by the boulder, but his Griffin Legion, these elite cavalrymen, had many struck.

Before his campaign, Mithridates thought this would be a sure victory, but he hadn't expected such heavy losses before the siege even began.

These meteors raining down, these flames, utterly shattered his psychological defenses.

He panicked, galloping wildly to escape the falling boulders. He had completely lost his will to move forward.

Looking at the not-so-distant Xicheng, and then at the subordinates around him, Miteth gasped for breath and shouted: "Retreat!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Mitri didn't hesitate any longer. He turned around and left.

"If it were a direct confrontation, I would never back down! But with these stones flying at me, there's no way to fight..."

"We must retreat immediately! I can't die here for nothing...."

Miter's face was pale, and he spoke in a low voice, trying to justify his actions.

But at the very back of the battlefield, Mokoding was drenched in sweat. He had escaped being hit because he was positioned behind the front lines, but the sight before him had completely terrified him.

He had considered every possible way to wage a decisive battle and also understood that any siege would inevitably result in casualties.

But from the very beginning, he never thought his opponent would come up with this kind of attack.

Looking at the sea of fire ahead and the soldiers crushed by boulders, Moke Ding felt a chill in his heart. His mind was racing with a thousand thoughts.

Facing such methods, it would be as difficult as reaching the heavens to attack the city again.

Although he was reluctant, Mokoding knew that continuing to forcibly attack the city at this time would only result in greater casualties.

Looking up, I saw that my own ballista squad, which I had arranged, was also hit by several boulders. The place was already engulfed in flames and there was no way to continue aiming at the city walls.

At that moment, Mo Ke's eyes narrowed. He saw another volley of jars and boulders being launched from within Xigong City.

And countless arrows rained down!

And that wasn't an ordinary arrow either!

Everyone on the battlefield panicked, like ants on a hot pan, scrambling to escape in all directions. But in this situation, no one knew where would be safe from being hit or shot.

Faced with a giant stone, no matter the shield or weapons, they couldn't stop it. At this moment, one could only rely on that elusive luck.

—>

The top floor of Xijing Tower.

At this time, Qin Ze and Bai Qi and the others had already stood up. They were looking at the battlefield ahead.

In fact, after the first wave of attack, the opposing heavy crossbowmen were already in a paralyzed state. Now, where could the Tu Yuan army even find time to aim at the city wall and shoot?

And this second wave of attack, the jar contained boiling pitch. The first wave had already used up all the kerosene, and actually, there wasn't much pitch either.

No matter how many there are, we must use our strongest tactics from the beginning to inflict heavy casualties on the enemy!

"Take aim at them! Shoot from afar! Aim for their rear!" Bai Qi shouted.

The soldiers manning the triple-bow crossbows turned the crank, loading iron-fletched arrows. With a deafening "bang bang" of taut bowstrings, thick iron-fletched arrows flew forth!

Meanwhile, beneath the city walls, behind every war chariot, hundreds of men pulled on ropes. Sweat beaded on their foreheads and plumes of white vapor rose from their heads as they strained with all their might, pulling the ropes backward.

Two soldiers on either side carried a large stone to the bomb pit, listening to the reports from the soldiers on the city wall.

"Let go!!!"

With each command, the ropes loosened, and the pre-loaded projectiles were launched. Huge stones whizzed out of the city, crashing down upon the enemy forces outside!

The boulder shot out, returning to its nest, and the soldiers pulled on the ropes again for another round of firing!

Day after day, round and round they go, their orders are to launch as many stones as fast as possible!

Everyone had the same thought in mind.

"Kill them all!!!"

At this time, Dian Wei shouted from atop the city wall:

"Hey! Come on!"

Brothers! Pull hard! Send those guys across the river to hell!

During their conversation, Dian Wei saw a large, bluish-grey stone weighing about one or two hundred kilograms lying unattended below. He was worried, so he quickly rushed down from the city tower.

Before reaching the cannon, he shouted loudly: "Fire at that target!"

He said, then he took a martial stance, suddenly hugged that piece of bluestone, and as his face gradually turned redder, the bluestone was lifted up and placed in the cradle.

"Fire it out!!!" Dian Wei roared.

"Go!"

With a loud boom, the bluestone rose into the air....