Even the battle-hardened soldiers of Great Wu were terrified by those dreadful cannons, and at this point, no matter how loudly the drums sounded or how the Messenger Soldiers implored them to return, they were resolutely unwilling to go back.
The soldiers' fear had reached its peak, and now, not even military law could restrain their determination to flee. Seeing the fifty thousand soldiers crumble so quickly, Ying Feiyu felt a violent rage inside, but he was helpless in his fury.
The weapons of the North Country were truly terrifying; the explosion from a single cannonball was almost as powerful as an attack from a Grandmaster. One cannonball equaled a strike from a Grandmaster, ten cannonballs were like ten strikes, and a hundred were like a Grandmaster striking a hundred times.
Nobody could withstand the onslaught of a hundred Grandmasters; even if Great Wu's main forces were here, they likely wouldn't be able to withstand the bombardment of the North Country.