Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Chapter 487: Meeting the Enemy in the Canyon

After being bombarded fiercely by artillery, both sides of the pass seemed to have suffered a cruel catastrophe, with dense craters appearing, like wounds all over the earth.

The stone wall originally used for defense was now riddled with holes, with many shocking gaps and broken stones scattered all over the ground.

Sun Yue, who was on standby, was staring closely at the movements on both sides of the pass, his nerves were extremely tense, thinking that the enemy would climb the city from here.

At this moment, a terrified shout suddenly came from behind: "The Huns have begun to attack the city!"

The shout was like a thunderclap, particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere. Sun Yue's heart suddenly tightened with confusion. He quickly turned around and ran over, looking in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw dust flying in the front and more than a thousand Hun soldiers rushing forward like a tide. However, their attack direction was the center.

Sun Yue couldn't help but frown, thinking to himself, "That doesn't make sense. Why don't the Xiongnu soldiers attack the city from both sides? The terrain here is narrow, and attacking from both sides would make it more difficult for us to defend. Why would they choose to attack the center instead of the main point?"

Just as Sun Yue was puzzled, he heard Zhu Zhanhui's loud and firm voice again, issuing an order like a huge bell: "Aim at the approaching Xiongnu soldiers, and fire the shells when they reach the position!"

The shouts resonated in the air, and Sun Yue could hear them clearly even from a long distance away.

Sun Yue quickly estimated the distance and when he guessed that the Hun soldiers were about 800 steps away, he saw someone on his own position nervously lighting the fuse of the mortar, and with his hands trembling slightly, he carefully placed the shell into the barrel.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Following a dull sound, the shells on the pass were fired out with a sharp whistling sound.

Immediately afterwards, thick clouds of smoke rose from the enemy group, accompanied by deafening explosions, and the smoke filled the air.

Unfortunately, the hit rate was extremely low. Only occasionally would one see an unlucky Hun soldier being hit by a shell. However, the rest of the Hun soldiers seemed fearless and continued to rush forward at a faster pace. Their neat and firm steps were not affected at all.

After running about fifty steps, Sun Yue saw a strange scene: the Hun soldier, who was holding a shield-like object at the beginning, suddenly put the shield on the ground and chopped the shield twice, as if to fix it.

Immediately afterwards, another Hun soldier quickly put down the rack he was carrying, and the soldier carrying the gun barrel rushed forward like a tiger and placed the gun barrel steadily on the rack.

The Hun soldier, who was still holding his shield, was now more than ten steps away from the man setting up the cannon. He quickly took out the cannonballs from his body, skillfully removed the wooden block from the warhead, took out the fuse, and prepared to hand it to his companion who was responsible for firing.

Soon, these Hun soldiers began to fire mortars in an orderly manner, despite the great danger of being hit by the artillery on the pass.

For a moment, artillery shells flew across the sky above the pass, and the whistling sound made people's eardrums hurt.

Zhu Zhanhui watched the enemy's artillery shells whistling like raindrops, feeling extremely anxious, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

He kept running back and forth at the pass, loudly directing the artillery:

"Hurry up, you two! What are you doing dawdling? And you, aim better! I've seen you fire several shells, but you didn't hit a single person. Do you even know how to shoot?"

The artilleryman who was being trained became more and more nervous, his palms were full of sweat, and the hand holding the mortar was trembling slightly.

Looking at the enemy running below, he felt extremely aggrieved. The target was always moving, so it was not easy to hit it.

Now the Hun soldiers below were finally fixed in one place. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to adjust the mortar in his hand, his eyes fixed on the position where the Hun soldiers were concentrated, ready to fire again.

In fact, these artillerymen felt very wronged. It had only been more than ten days since they learned how to use these cannons.

If Wang Biqing hadn't left some for them when she evacuated, they would probably have to watch the enemy attack the city without any ability to fight back.

After all, Jiaokou is just a small county town, and it is an inner city at that. There are basically no large-caliber artillery. Faced with the aggressive Hun soldiers, they can only rely on the existing weapons to fight to the death.

The number of enemy mortars increased, and shells came towards the pass in a torrential manner.

Although the enemy's artillery firepower is similar, as the saying goes, there is always a chance of an accident. With a larger number, the probability of hitting the target will naturally increase.

Shells kept falling on the city walls, blowing bricks and stones everywhere, and the situation of defending the city became increasingly difficult.

"It seems like we can't hold on for a day." Sun Yue looked at the tragic scene, muttering to himself, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

The shells flew randomly, and some of them landed on the ambush points of the soldiers on both wings.

Sun Yue and his men could only passively take the beating, but they had no way out and their hearts were filled with helplessness and anger.

"Let's retreat. If this goes on, we will be killed here one by one before we can send out troops." One of his soldiers held his head and shouted at Sun Yue in horror, with a hint of tears in his voice.

"Shuh..." Sun Yue's eyes were red as he drew his sword in anger and shouted viciously at the soldier who had spoken: "If you dare to disrupt the morale of the army, I will kill you immediately!"

The soldier who spoke was not afraid at all. Instead, he showed a pale, bitter smile on his face and said in a trembling voice, "Haha~ I'm not afraid of death. I just don't want to die here for no reason and in vain."

His words resonated with the surrounding soldiers, and they all echoed: "Yes, Boss, we are really waiting to die like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long tail whistle sound "Swoosh..." tore through the sky, and the sharp sound seemed to come straight towards Sun Yue's head.

"Danger!" The soldier who spoke just now sensed the coming of the artillery shell and his face turned pale instantly. He shouted without hesitation, then stood up with all his strength, like a black lightning, blocking Sun Yue.

"Boom~" With a deafening explosion, the shells landed not far from Sun Yue. The bricks of the city were blown everywhere, and countless stones shot out in all directions like hidden weapons.

When the dust gradually settled, Sun Yue's vision became blurred. He blinked desperately and finally saw the man next to him. He was covered in blood, with many blood holes on his leather armor, and bright red blood was flowing out.

"Brother, why are you so stupid? I will hide, I will!" Sun Yue's eyes turned red instantly, tears burst out, he shouted in a lost voice, his voice full of grief and self-blame.

However, the soldier no longer responded to Sun Yue's calls. His eyes were still wide open, and his face was full of unwillingness, as if expressing his helplessness in this cruel war.

Sun Yue slowly put down his comrade's body, his heart filled with grief, anger, and determination. He gritted his teeth, turned, and walked towards Zhu Zhanhui's command position behind him...