Under Su Yongming's hesitant gaze, Mo Wanqing looked at the Imperial Guards waiting for his command.
His eyes were sharp, and he shouted with great confidence: "Fire!"
"Bang!"
The first gunshot sounded.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang bang!!!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"
The intense gunfire echoed through the skies, accompanied by the horrified screams of the enemy.
Huns Soldiers fell in swathes, the dead enemies dying without knowing the cause, only feeling their heads suddenly explode and their chests pierced by something.
The Imperial Guards fought joyously, some quickly loaded bullets into their rifles, grasped the weapons hanging from their waists, pulled on the handle, and forcefully threw them into the dense formations of Huns Soldiers.
"Boom!"
"Boom boom!"
Amid the intense gunfire, thunderous sounds echoed.
Dust flew, and a large pit was blasted into the ground, with flying corpses dropping into the pit.