Fei Sheng did not dare to look down upon Yin Chang anymore. The power of the "sharp knives" last night was frightening. Fei Sheng had never heard of that formation. If it weren't for the blazing guns, they would have been in Fanzhou City this morning.
Yin Chang was so frightened by the wine that he woke up. He held the bowl and asked, "What is that?"
Fei Sheng placed all his hopes of success on the old man. Seeing Yin Chang's empty bowl, he quickly filled it up again and said, "Have you never heard of the fire gun?"
Yin Chang shook his head like a rattle. He had been in Cizhou for half his life, and the most senior official he had ever seen was Zhou Gui. He couldn't even count the eight major camps, let alone the Chunquan Camp. He was a real country boy who couldn't even read a complete set of words. He fought on his own and had never read a single military book.
"What is that? It exploded with a loud bang, just like a thunderbolt," Yin Chang crushed the dry food, "It was struck to death before I could even get close to it. How can we fight this battle?"
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