Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1201 - 324 Rockfall Formation_3

Chapter 1201: Chapter 324 Rockfall Formation_3

The remaining one hundred seventy-five yak heavy cavalry and twenty-two mammoth heavy cavalry quietly lined up on both sides; they would be the best candidates to trample the enemy’s flanks in the melee. The fifteen-acre-wide area was already enough for them to gallop freely. There had been a contingent of more than four hundred antelope heavy cavalry available, but unfortunately, there was simply no room to deploy them here.

Looking at the large number of royal reserve forces still under his command, as well as a guard unit of the Shaman of Divine Songs and the over two hundred highly skilled ritual followers in the mountain cave, Prince Kahn was filled with confidence in victory.

"Is the cooked bat done yet?" The Shaman of Divine Songs shouted with his hands on his hips at the entrance to the mountain cave: "Why isn’t it ready after such a long time!"

Guoguo’s face had turned as black as a lump of charcoal, proudly holding a large skewer of roasted meat as she walked out of the cave, chewing away at the crispy bat bones with a "crunch crunch" sound. Ever since she tasted the deliciousness of crispy bat bones underground, Guoguo had grown increasingly fond of this food.

A small parrot who followed behind her, cursing unsatisfactorily.

"No need to be nervous, everyone, take a skewer! After we’re done eating, we’ll fight. Against this shrimp-sized army, we Bimon haven’t looked down on them for many years!" Liu Zhenshan laughed heartily, ceaselessly inviting the warriors.

Of course, the Bimon warriors dared not step out of line as now was not the time to break formation. Not to mention that Prince Kahn would not allow it, the officers would probably jump up and curse as well. However, the words of the Shaman of Divine Songs made everyone feel a sense of relief, and the slightly tense atmosphere was immediately diluted.

The warriors from the Summer Palace of the War God, unceremonious, wiggled their huge butts into the cave, snagged big, dripping skewers of roasted meat, and praised how tasty it was while gnawing on them.

Soon, the sky filled with an oppressive black cloud of stone projectiles, like a flock of crows flying overhead, entering the field of view of all Bimon warriors. The heavy projectiles hammered into the sandy ground, throwing up large swaths of yellow sand and creating one deep crater after another. The thick sand and gravel stopped the projectiles’ continued rolling, and then the sky welcomed another round of relentless attacks. The little elf prince kept clicking his tongue while in midair, clearly full of a sense of superiority from his high vantage point.

Outside the city, thunderous battle cries resounded, and even the trampling of countless heavy footsteps on the earth could be heard.

Magnetic Mountain also began to be hit by heavy stones and wooden projectiles, the scattering debris falling like a waterfall "pitter-pattering" from above the Bimon warriors, while the heavy sounds of impact were almost incessant.

"Such precise firing accuracy! Without even a preliminary volley to test their aim!" Prince Kahn watched the stone and wooden projectiles falling from the sky both enviously and jealously. The Bimon Army had not yet equipped themselves with catapults, mainly because they were complex to operate. Crafting them was not difficult, but the demands on the operators were too great. The slightest mistake and they wouldn’t even hit the enemy’s hair, completely wasting their manpower.

"Damn!" Liu Zhenshan watched with shock as the old fragrant citrus tree in the center of the old city was hit by a projectile, emitting a sound that could make one’s teeth go numb. The thick branches broke in half unwillingly, numerous withered leaves "rustle rustle" scattering, followed by a barrage of wooden projectiles that continued to ravage the fragrant citrus tree, a truly spectacular sight.

Large numbers of grim Mulan soldiers appeared on the city wall, their eyes bloodshot from Mulan Mojies, along with grim-faced desert mercenaries and hunchbacked, strong Rinna warriors. Without exception, all these fierce Mulan warriors were armed with wooden clubs.

As these Mulan soldiers flooded down the ancient city’s stairway like a tidal wave, the rain-like stone and wooden projectiles in the sky not only didn’t stop, but became even denser. It was like a collapsing mountain, with row after row of projectiles "thundering" across every sand patch inside the city, the ones targeting the Bimon warriors were repelled by the solid mountain walls.

What a badass catapult technique! Engaging the enemy at three hundred yards, they weren’t even afraid of friendly fire! Liu Zhenshan was thoroughly impressed.