The members of the Seventh Squad have equipment that is unique among all the city guards.

  On their chest and abdomen, a thick layer of hard shell embedded with copper wire is wrapped.

  If they were injured by glass shards from a distance, their scutes could ensure that they would not die as a result.

  But this time, it's too close.

  The powerful shockwave generated by the explosion propelled the shards of glass to a frightening height.

  They pierced the soldier's hard leather armor, turning his abdomen into a mess, but because of the timely interception, the fragments did not have time to disperse and were finally intercepted by the layer of hard leather armor behind him.

  He traded his own life for a peaceful city wall.

  The people around were stunned, staring blankly at the figure lying motionless in a pool of blood.

  The city guards clenched their fists tightly around the hilts of their swords.

  They regretted not killing those despicable Caesarians earlier. If they had done so, they could have saved the life of this nameless hero.

  "Square leader..."

  A loud shout of surprise woke up everyone, and they suddenly remembered that they were still on the battlefield.

  Although there were no more enemies in front of them, under the city wall, there was an endless army of Caesarians.

  "In..."

  Fang Lang's voice replied, his tone as calm as ever, although his heart was also surging with emotion, but his face remained tranquil, as if he were unmoved.

  "Is the Red Ocean ready?"

  "Alright."

  "As soon as the city gate opens later, you will lead the army out of the formation and kill as many as you can."

  It is...

  Their conversation was simple and clear, echoing far away on the city wall, moving people's hearts.

  Jiang Kongming turned around, opened his throat and bellowed in a sharp voice: "Give it to me, damn it... blow them all to death."

  It is...

  The members of the Seventh Squad responded in unison.

  One after another, incendiary bombs with thick black smoke, drew across the colorful sky, exploding above the heads of the Caesars, beautiful glass fragments under the sunlight, emitted a lethal beauty.

  Also took away countless lives in their prime.

  In the midst of Jiang Kung-ming's hoarse shouting, the seventh squadron's incendiary bombs poured down on the heads of the Caesarian soldiers like raindrops.

  Each explosion brought them a lot of casualties, and no one wanted to be in such a terrifying environment. No one knew where the next incendiary bomb would explode, and no one knew if they could still survive after the next round of explosions.

  A strong sense of fear dominated the nerves of these warriors.

  When they first faced hot weapons, and especially such powerful incendiary bombs, their nerves were already overloaded.

  The legions ahead were in disarray, thoroughly thrown into confusion.

  Countless people trampled each other, they were like headless flies, seeing the gap and rushing back.

  But behind them, row upon row of heavily armoured infantry stood waiting, their steel-clad warriors holding aloft metre-long pikes resting on the shoulders of their comrades in front.

  They turned their sharpest weapons on their already defeated comrades.

  They were like an unshakeable giant wall, blocking the retreating defeated soldiers.

  "Fall back."

  A loud voice came from the rear camp of Caesar's army, this sound was strong and high-pitched, although old, but it was so sonorous and powerful.

  It is...

  The herald waved the command flag and conveyed the supreme order.

  Caesar's frontline commanders carried out his orders without hesitation.

  The troops advancing forward in a steady stream began to turn around and slowly withdraw towards the rear under the orders of their superiors.

  Their withdrawal was well-organized and orderly, with everyone obeying orders as soon as they were given.

  The speed of the marching army was also considered to be extremely fast in large-scale wars, but compared to the vanguard who were already in a desperate situation at the front, their speed was still too slow.

  "Disperse..."

  A handsome man who had reached the realm of beauty suddenly appeared in the middle of the army, and countless attendants on his side shouted in unison: "Disperse... disperse to both sides."

  As if a drowning man grasped at the last straw, the scattered soldiers desperately dispersed to both sides.

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  "What is that thing..."

  A hesitant uncertainty flickered across his normally impassive face as Prince Algeranon exclaimed.

  Facing his terrified inquiry, there was no one who answered.

  "Bankcroft." The hoary voice sounded again, his hair and beard were already snowy white, but his energy was still extremely vigorous. Not a bit could be seen that he was an old man approaching seventy years of age.

  "In."

  The majestic Legate of the Fourth Legion of the Caesarian Empire, however, didn't dare to take a single deep breath in front of this seemingly amiable old man.

  "Have you seen this kind of weapon before?"

  "No." Bancroft said flatly, his every response instinctive and without the slightest evasion in front of this old man.

  "Alas... among the Han people, there is actually such a formidable figure who can create such a magical weapon." The old man turned his head and asked the white-haired old friend beside him: "Abelma, what do you think?"

  "Great Emperor..." Abel Marquis's smile was faint, his voice as powerful and sonorous as ever, but with a hint of subtlety: "I heard that in the Han army, there is an all-knowing figure, perhaps this is his masterpiece."

  Although countless soldiers died on the battlefield every moment, these two old men standing at the peak of Caesar's power seemed to be oblivious, as if they were not their soldiers at all.

  "This is their trump card, huh... It's even more formidable than the repeating crossbow arrows that made the Xiongnu suffer greatly. It seems that rumor was true."

  "Father, what shall we do with those defeated soldiers?" Aldegon asked in a low voice as he came to the old man's side.

  "Let's wrap it up, no need for further action."

  "What?" Algeron stared at the old man incredulously, almost doubting his own ears.

  This Caesar, who has always been known for his severity and iron blood, would actually make such a choice. When did he become so merciful?

  "It's not their fault; anyone else in command would have had the same result." Duke Abel Mar said enthusiastically to the three princes.

  "It is..." Algernon said to the Grand Duke, equally unwilling to be in the slightest bit impolite.

  "Take a break for two days, being able to force out their last trump card is already quite good." Abel Marquis suddenly laughed: "Actually, not taking down this city is also the same."

  "?" There was a big question mark in Algernon's eyes, he simply couldn't understand the meaning of the old duke's words.

  However, the old duke did not seem to have any intention of explaining, Algernon opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

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  Jiang Kung-ming and Fang Hsiang-ming's faces were extremely solemn.

  So far, Jiang Kung-ming has not given the order to pursue, and Hsiang Chi has not urged him in half a sentence.

  Inside the city gate, tens of thousands of iron cavalry were anxiously waiting to depart. However, the tightly closed large gate firmly locked them inside the city.

  "Those Romans are really not a bunch of mud..." Jiang Gongming sighed sincerely.

  "General, I'm afraid this pursuit action will have to be cancelled." said Hōkō with a bitter smile.

  They had seen that although the front line of the Caesarians was in disarray, their centre, composed of heavy infantrymen clad in iron, remained firm as a mountain.

  No matter how hard the defeated soldiers charged, they could not shake it in the slightest.

  Behind these iron-clad soldiers, row upon row of knights in shining armor stood waiting.

  Such an array, how could it be a defeated general's remnant troops?

  At this time, pursuing might not necessarily be a good choice.

  Whether it is Jiang Gongming or Fangxiang Ming, they both deeply understand this truth.

  They are all clever people and won't do something that is so unrewarding.

  Suddenly, their faces changed together.

  Under no one's orders, the heavy western gate was making an unpleasant screeching sound.

  The western gate, the most important gate for confronting Caesar, is slowly opening.

  "Who is it?" The direction of the loud footsteps came forward and shouted loudly.

  One of his hands was firmly pressed against his waist, on the hilt of his treasured sword.

  At this moment, he had made up his mind that whoever dared to disobey military orders and open the Zhengxi Gate would have no way out, even if that person was his own brother, Fang Xiangzhi.

  However, his action did not last long, and the fierce anger on his face suddenly turned into extreme surprise.

  Direction Ming turned his head back and looked at Jiang Gongming who was looking up at the sky with a look of sudden realization, saying: "Military strategist, is this your order?"

  He looked down and saw that the army pouring out of the city was not a red ocean of his own faction, but a fierce unit clad in jet-black iron armor.

  This team is so familiar, it has been in the line of sight of the direction since the day it was born.

  He can be said to have witnessed the history of this team's rise from obscurity to becoming the world's number one, step by step.

  The only one in Wudang City who can command this team is also the only one.

  Jiang Kongming lowered his head and smiled, saying in a low voice: "It wasn't me."

  Direction Ming heart a daze, he naturally knew that Jiang Kongming would absolutely not lie to himself in this situation, so who else had the ability to command the black tide.

  "He's back..."

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