With a crunch, the latch bounced upward, and the five Nightingale's bombs slid out of the bracket under the force of gravity, flying towards the crowd by inertia.

After breaking away from the "Dongfeng", the bomb immediately regained its weight, but its speed did not decrease at all, and this change instantly gave it great kinetic energy. The friction between the projectile and the air made it make a strange whistling sound, like a whistle, and like a mountain wind passing through a cave, and the people on the ground all raised their heads and watched this incredible scene.

By this time, most of the Dawn nobles were relieved.

Compared to Maisie's terrifying and huge body, the two bombs were nothing to mention—although if they were thrown from that height, they would inevitably be left with no bones left on the head, but only three or four unlucky ones would die.

In order to get a piece of the pie from the church on the verge of collapse, there were many responders to this expedition. From the Duke to the new knights, all of them actively prepared their horses, recruited their followers, and followed the Lord of the Dawn all the way to the west, so the ranks were unprecedentedly large.

An army of more than 10,000 people, let alone three or four, even if thirty or forty die?

However, the terrifying appearance of the dinosaur beast is even more terrifying, once it pounces into the crowd and bites and tramples, the casualties caused by it can be hundreds, not to mention the losses caused by the ignorant serfs who have fled frantically after being bold. As long as the behemoth doesn't hit the ground, they don't worry too much.

Of course, it may also be that the other party is jealous and does not dare to openly confront the Dawn army. After all, this thing is probably the work of witches, and in addition to the Divine Punishment Stone, they also have a lot of tools to deal with witches—since the target of the raid is the church, this is naturally necessary.

Many knights had already put down their longbows in their hands, put away the arrows of the divine stones, and smiled and bet on which family's team the two black stones would fall.

There was no evacuation, no lying down, just in full view of everyone, the two bombs were like arrows off the string, with an almost straight trajectory, head-on into the slow-moving army.

Two scarlet flames suddenly erupted in the center of the "stream"!

The people and animals at the landing point of the bomb were directly reduced to ashes, and the heated and expanded air flow formed an explosive wind, like a ripple blooming in all directions. The hot air accelerated to this point was no different from a steel wall, and the person who hit it was almost immediately shattered, and the severed limbs and internal organs were thrown everywhere.

The shock wave decays quickly, and after a hundred paces it no longer has the ability to tear through the body, but for a bomb, its lethality is much more than that.

Unlike the Battle of the Royal Capital, the area bordering the Old Holy City is a vast plain that will not be sheltered by shockwaves or fragments. And the high-density crowd that was defenseless and standing upright became the best target for the fragments - the thousands of iron balls in the body of the projectile, together with the broken shell, penetrated the crowd at several times the speed of sound, and one iron ball could often penetrate for more than a dozen consecutive before stopping, not to mention the steel shell with huge energy.

The power of the bomb was unleashed almost unreservedly.

Seen from above, the rising black smoke resembles a high wall, stopping the surging "stream".

However, before the nobles of Dawn could recover from the thunderous blow, the lightning had already climbed to its highest point and began the second round of diving.

"Dongfeng, strike again!"

Maisie followed, folded her wings, and descended along the trail opened up by lightning, and let out a high-pitched howl—

"Whoa, whoa——————!"

The eight bombs were loaded in two brackets on the left and right, and fell in turn according to the slide rails, which could either bomb four times in a row or drop them on the same target in one go. For the best deterrent effect, Lightning intended to dive four times, keeping the bomb as far as possible in the middle and back of the stream that had not yet dispersed.

However, by the time the third round of bombs was dropped, the Dawn army had already collapsed.

For those who are still alive, it is not an explosion, but a divine punishment from heaven. Everywhere struck by the lightning was scorched earth and corpses strewn all over the field, whether it was a serf without armor or a knight in heavy armor, there was no difference in the face of the infernal flames. No one knows how long such attacks will last, with the deafening explosions and the screams of the seriously injured tormenting the nerves of the crowd.

And the most unacceptable thing for them is that in the face of such an unbelievable blow, the only thing they can do is to pray that the next time the black stone will not fall near them. The giant beasts hovering and swooping in the air would not get close to the range of the arrows at all, and the group of people was almost helpless except for being beaten passively.

Such a fight is completely beyond their common sense.

The nobles came to plunder the wealth, and if they couldn't even save their own lives, what was the use of asking for money? Even if they could loot a large box of golden dragons, they couldn't transport them back after the squires died.

Measured against each other, the conclusion is self-evident.

When the knights, who had strictly ordered the serfs not to flee the battlefield, turned around and rode their horses, the team quickly lost its restraints. The "stream" is flowing again, but this time in a completely different direction. First in two batches, then in two groups, the scattered nobles who had entered the city lost their source, and the more regular procession in the back became a puddle of loose sand.

But for the Dawn army, the nightmare has just begun.

The First Army, which had long been hiding in the fields on the side of the avenue, waited until the enemy was swarming, and calmly pulled the trigger.

It was a textbook-standard sidestroke.

The nobles just wanted to get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible, completely ignoring the reconnaissance and precautions on the flanks. Five squads of the Northland garrison lined up along the road, tilting their fire on the scattered crowd – whether it was a heavy machine gun or a revolver rifle, all of which did not need to be considered the problem of hitting, and at a distance of less than 300 meters, it was only necessary to drain the bullets in the chamber as quickly as possible.

The half-man-tall wheat straw became the best cover for the ambushers, and before dawn, Hawkface had already lurked here. Sylvie's great insight ensured complete concealment from the Scouts, who were almost blind, but their every move was clearly exposed to the eyes of the First Army.

It can be said that from the level of investigation, the two are no longer opponents at the same level.

It wasn't until the first gunshot rang out that the nobles of Dawn realized that there was still an enemy army lurking in the rice fields! If they were attacked by surprise while marching, they might have to fight back with the strength of the crowd, but at this moment, running for their lives had become the most important thing—it was all up to luck to be hit by bullets or escape from heaven, everyone only hated that they had lost two legs, and they fled in a panic, and the nobles even drove their mounts to run rampant through the crowd, completely ignoring the lives of their subjects.

The wide avenue turned into a road of death in the blink of an eye.