Chapter 502 It is the East Wind
Are you about to win?

This thought popped up in the minds of Liu Bei and Sun Quan. It was not just their groundless fantasy, but the performance on the battlefield was really very close to this result. They could not imagine how the Xuanxia navy, which was already in such a mess, could turn the situation around.

Not to mention defeating the strong with the weak, it is now almost impossible for the Yellow Turban Navy to escape unscathed.

What made them happy was that Zhou Yu and Guan Yu, the commanders of the Wu and Shu navy, obviously realized that this was the critical moment for victory, and they gave corresponding commands at this time.

On the water, the Wu and Shu warships became noticeably more densely packed, and their impact became even more violent, which made the already chaotic and disordered Yellow Turban navy even more uncomfortable.

The battlefield was completely congested, but this was exactly the effect that the Wu and Shu navy needed. At this juncture they had to hold on tightly and not give the Yellow Turban navy any chance to breathe.

It must be said that their actions were very effective. The Yellow Turban navy was in disarray under this impact.

If nothing unexpected happens, the next scene will be that the Wu and Shu navy will devour the Yellow Turban navy bit by bit, and then push all the way across to completely bury the Yellow Turban navy in the river.

If it really succeeds, not only will the Yellow Turbans' naval forces be destroyed, but a large number of Yellow Turbans' warships can also be seized to strengthen themselves.

At this moment, everyone in Wu and Shu was nervous. They only needed this last step to achieve complete victory.

After running for a long time, Liu Bei and Sun Quan finally found a new place to continue watching the battle.

They then stopped, threw the reins to the guards beside them, and looked toward the river.

This place is quite close to the battlefield, and mixed with the sound of rolling river water is the clamor of the battlefield.

They both laughed at the same time. At this point the outcome was already decided and there would be no more changes.

However, at the moment when they were completely relieved, subtle changes occurred on the battlefield, and these changes were exactly the variables they thought would never appear.

What cut through all the sounds on the battlefield was a roar of artillery fire, or to be more precise, a burst of artillery fire!
It was like thunder rolling in the sky, or like a god descending to earth. Apart from the power of heaven and earth, it was hard for them to imagine what else could make such a noise.

Liu Bei's smile froze, and Sun Quan's smile also froze.

The moment the cannon sounded, they had a strong sense of foreboding. The cannon sound was obviously an extraordinary sound, which often meant that something unexpected had happened that was beyond their cognition, and the accident at this time was what frightened them the most.

"Is that... is that explosives?"

Sun Quan asked in panic. At this moment, the only thing that he could associate with this sound was the explosives, the battlefield weapon that Xuan Xia had been using!
But the next moment he got the answer, the facts told him that the sound did not come from the explosives.

Before he had time to think about how to use explosives in naval battles, he saw something flying and spinning in the sky, forming a barrage of bullets, and then falling at an extremely fast speed towards the already highly concentrated naval positions of Wu and Shu.

Sun Quan clearly saw that large, rapidly spinning black shadows crashed onto the deck. Under the violent force, the soldiers were instantly torn into pieces of flesh and flew everywhere.

If that were all, then this thing wouldn't be enough to make people despair. After all, the damage is limited. Unless the Yellow Turbans can carry out this kind of attack indefinitely, they will not be able to defeat the Wu and Shu navy.

But the scary thing is that this thing can not only directly kill naval soldiers, but also crush everything it touches.

Whether it was the hull, the deck, or the mast, they were all shattered by the attack of this thing.

The damage to the hull and deck might not be enough to destroy the ship, but once the mast is cut, the ship will immediately break down. For a warship in the middle of a war, breaking down at this critical moment is almost the same as a death sentence. Boom boom boom boom!
Another burst of fierce artillery fire brought the dazed Liu Bei and Sun Quan back to the terrible reality.

They only saw another round of barrage of bullets coming down, and their own fleet was shattered. The masts of large and medium-sized ships were broken one by one, and any small ship that was hit would either have its soldiers killed or its hull shattered.

In the eyes of Liu Bei and Sun Quan, such a scene was like hell on earth. Every falling shell seemed to hit their hearts and tear them into pieces.

They were heartbroken because these were their own boats!

It was only at this time that Liu Bei and Sun Quan saw the appearance of the cannonballs. They looked like two black balls of the same size, but they were connected by an iron chain to form a set of chain bombs.

It turned out that the things that were constantly spinning in the air were two cannonballs moving continuously under the pull of the iron chain.

"How on earth could this evil Taoist Xu Chen throw such a heavy object so far? Unbelievable, unbelievable!" Liu Bei took a step back and almost fell to the ground. The shock on his face lingered for a long time.

At this moment, he was already discouraged.

What we see before our eyes is that the situation that seemed to be going well just now was instantly shattered by waves of barrage of comments.

The Yellow Turbans' barrage of bullets was very frequent, one round after another without stopping, and the Wu Shu navy, who were eager to pursue them, was even more terrifyingly dense. Being covered by such a barrage at this time was a disaster for the Wu Shu navy.

The Wu Shu navy, which had been full of energy just now, suddenly became motionless, like a horse whose leg was suddenly broken.

It's not that they don't want to move, but they can't move. Their formation is already extremely dense, and after suffering a large amount of damage from chain guns, they are now unable to move at all.

Even if some ships still had their masts intact, they were completely unable to move in the congestion.

At this moment, the most frightened ones were not Liu Bei and Sun Quan on the shore, but Zhou Yu and Lu Su who had been stunned.

Standing up from the messy deck, the pale-faced Zhou Yu hid under the cabin with the help of Lu Su. He almost fainted after just one look around.

The deck was in shatters and several masts were broken. Only one sail was still working alone, and there were many soldiers wailing and screaming around it.

Looking at the chain bullet that was deeply embedded in the deck beside his feet, Zhou Yu felt a sense of fear.

If it had deviated a little more, I would have been minced into pieces.
Without even looking, Zhou Yu knew what the situation was like on other warships. It would only be worse than this one, not better. At this moment, he felt hopeless.

Although Lu Su was still in shock, he pulled himself together. Although he hadn't realized what was going on, he knew he couldn't just ignore the situation: "Gongjin, the situation is not good. We should retreat immediately!"

Zhou Yu gave a bitter smile and dropped the sword in his hand: "It's too late. Since the Yellow Turbans have this killer move, how can they not have a backup plan?"

Sure enough, just as Zhou Yu finished speaking, he saw the Wu and Shu warships at the front of the battle line suddenly burst into flames.

Zhou Yu and Lu Su looked at each other and both of them had pale faces.

The worst thing is that the wind is blowing from the east now!
(End of this chapter)