The European soldiers in the trenches let out terrible screams.

Although more than a thousand cannons don't seem like much, and not all cannons can hit the target in the first salvo, the terrible thing is that each shell is a behemoth of more than 20 catties, with hundreds of broken steel pieces and steel slag inside. Every shell explodes and can cover a circular area with a diameter of more than ten meters.

In other words, as soon as a shell explodes over the trench, the trench in the vicinity of a dozen meters will be completely covered with all kinds of shrapnel. All the soldiers in these ten-meter trenches will be exposed to sharp shrapnel.

Europeans have never encountered such bombing. They were soldiers who had just entered the era of thermal weapons, and a hundred years ago they took off their plate armor and chain mail when they discovered that the armor of the cold weapon age could not withstand bullets. However, they have not yet invented steel helmets and body armor, which are as fragile as babies in the face of shrapnel.

The colorful uniforms on their bodies were no obstacle to the speedy shrapnel. The sharp steel piece pierced the body of a white European man like a pig cutting meat, directly piercing the organs under the flesh.

Where the shells blew up, human blood spurted out like a fountain. The soldiers in the trench were like a swarm of worms that had been hit hard, twitching and rolling desperately on the ground. Without helmet protection, dense shrapnel exploded solidly on everyone, and almost no one in the blast area was able to escape.

Screams rang out from hundreds of shell explosion points at the same time, converging together like the sound of boiling water, making the entire battlefield extremely noisy.

The soldiers who were not shot looked at the people who had been blown up in panic, and one by one their mouths opened wide and trembled.

However, they found that there was no way to escape at this time, and even the safest trenches would be carpet-bombed by this kind of shrapnel shells, where else could they escape?

The rest of the matter is to stay in the trenches and wait for the shells to bombard, waiting for the verdict of death.

Seeing the power of the shrapnel, Wilhelm II suddenly became a little unstable. He leaned on the shoulders of one of the guards beside him, his eyes wide as he looked at the battlefield ahead.

The first round of artillery fire did not correct the angle, and in general the hit rate was very low. Of the more than 1,000 shrapnel rounds, about 300 hit the target, but even more than 300 shells killed and injured more than 1,000 people in an instant, and all of them withdrew from the battle.

Next, Li Zhi's artillery will calibrate the angle, which will increase the hit rate. I'm afraid that the next seven or eighty percent of the artillery will hit the trench, so how many European soldiers will be taken away by that time when a salvo will be fired?

It was the first time that Wilhelm II had seen such firepower, such a cannon.

Wilhelm II only felt that the self-confidence brought by the coalition army's numerical superiority collapsed in an instant, and his position was a little unstable.

Cromwell's face turned white.

Britain had lost to Li Zhi several times, and Cromwell knew that Li Zhi was so powerful, but he didn't know that Li Zhi was so powerful. The European coalition had more than 6,000 artillery pieces, and a single salvo of these guns could not kill six hundred Portuguese. And Li Zhi used revolutionary cannonballs, and the power of a thousand cannons was several times that of the six thousand cannons here.

How can such a battle be fought? If Li Zhi continues to bomb for a few days, won't the European coalition forces on the outskirts of Lisbon be crushed or even completely wiped out?

Cromwell, however, couldn't think of a way to do it. Outside Lisbon was a Portuguese trench, where Li Zhi's Tiger Army stood with rear-loading guns, and the European coalition forces could not rush at all.

Cromwell felt his heart pounding, and he frowned at the confident Louis XIV, hoping to gain some confidence from the young king.

But he saw that Louis XIV was even more panicked than he was.

Louis XIV was a proud young king, who ascended the throne at the age of five, and grew up in the midst of treacherous court intrigues, ambitious dukes and counts, and rival nations. The fact that he managed to survive to this day and successfully control the power can be said to be a miracle created by an extraordinary teenager. Louis XIV always considered himself one of the few outstanding men in this world, at least at the level of a king, and he had absolute self-confidence in seeing the trends of Europe and the world.

When Louis XIV ambitiously organized the European Union against Li Zhi, Louis XIV thought he had done the right thing. In his view, the combined force of the whole of Europe is unimaginable. Li Zhi is tens of thousands of miles away in China, and it is impossible for the Chinese to confront the white alliance in Europe.

No matter how powerful Li Zhi's past is, in the eyes of Louis XIV, it is a legend spread by some cowards. Louis XIV did not believe that anyone could single-handedly change the war and change the world. Louis XIV believed that he could rely on his authority to build a strong France and lead Europe back to the center of the world.

However, Louis XIV suddenly realized that he had been wrong.

This was the first time he had confronted Li Zhi, and when he saw Li Zhi's shrapnel firepower, he was not good.

Tiger artillery roared in the trenches, and Louis XIV knew that it would not be long before they could crush the European coalition.

Louis XIV was in a trance, and his worldview seemed to collapse in an instant.

Suddenly, he understood that he was not meeting an ordinary person. Lee Sik can easily change the war and change the world. And the white people in Europe are just a bunch of scumbag hillbillies in front of Li Zhi, who can be completely defeated with advanced weapons at any time.

The pride of the young king suddenly turned into a great irony, and the respect and fear of the Europeans for Louis XIV turned into a bayonet stabbing at the young man, making him feel like a joke.

Queen Christina of Sweden covered her mouth and watched the shrapnel explode in front of her, and then looked at Louis XIV, as if she did not believe that Louis XIV's decision could be so wrong.

Louis XIV noticed Christina's mood, and his face gradually became a little hideous.

But the shelling from the front continued.

It took only forty seconds for the Tiger guns to cool down and reload, and again fired at the positions of the Europeans.

This time, there was a qualitative leap in the accuracy of the artillery, and at least seventy percent of the artillery hit the target. Shells burst like fireworks on the outskirts of Lisbon. The trenches of the European coalition have once again experienced a catastrophe, and flesh and blood are flying.

Even more terrifying was the fact that the Tiger artillery this time began to attack the artillery positions of the Europeans.

More than 200 rounds of shrapnel exploded over the heads of European artillerymen - the trenches had to be dug wider and larger to house the artillery, and these artillery positions would not defend themselves in the direction overhead, even if they built an earthen wall in front of them to defend against shells.

Shrapnel exploded on artillery positions, and the effect was completely devastating.