CH 736

Chapter 736: The poor cannot beat the rich

Mondra's face changed color, the power of the bomb exceeded his expectations, it was too fierce. He looked towards the army of West Gran and saw that they had not moved at all, standing outside the city at a distance of five hundred yards, as if watching a show.

Meanwhile, behind West Gran’s army, the sound of cannon fire continued to thunder, and the sound of shells whistling through the air never stopped.

On the city walls, behind the walls, and even in a residential area close to the west wall, all were covered by these randomly falling shells. Sometimes there would be an explosion of fire here, and sometimes a group of soldiers would be blown up over there.

The army stationed on the city wall and hidden behind the wall was bombed by these bombs, which could fall at any time and in any place. They were thrown into chaos, unable to find their bearings.

The morale of Mondra's army was already not very high, and now with this wave of bombing, their already poor morale was completely shattered. Many soldiers left their posts and the formation was not maintained, either lying on the ground, hiding in houses, crouching on low walls, or lying in the grass... all sorts of disordered poses.

Seeing his army become like this, Mondra was also a bit confused. The two armies had not yet begun to engage in battle, how could it be like this? How could this battle be fought? The magical tools on the other side were really too much.

When Mondra attacked Bright Road, things were different…

Duke Yingsi said loudly, "Your Majesty, this won't work. Our army has collapsed before the war has even begun. We must find a way to defeat their artillery."

Mondra thought about it and had no choice but to agree, "Okay, give the order! Let the griffin knights attack."

Yingsi nodded and quickly conveyed the order.

Soon, a Griffin Knight squad flew into the sky from the palace's backyard. In the sky, they saw from a distance behind West Gran’s army, there was an artillery position surrounded by countless skeleton soldiers, with many gunners in the middle holding strange small tubes that were lit with fuses. They would then blast out a cloud of smoke and the sound of shells whistling through the air.

"The artillery position is right there!"

"Charge over and burn down that artillery position."

The Griffin Knights had magic incendiary bombs hanging from their waists. As long as they flew over the position, they could throw the bombs and destroy West Gran’s artillery position.