De Lone lay on the ground, his head buzzing. He wanted to stand up, but his whole body was weak and unable to exert his strength. He wanted to ask the people next to him to help, but the people next to him fell to the ground and could not move. Moreover, he could not hear his own shouting.

"It's over, the gunpowder depot must have exploded." De Lone thought so.

Of course, there are no hundreds of thousands of pounds of gunpowder in the gunpowder depot in the Bastille that can blow up the entire Bastille. In fact, the total number of gunpowder there is less than ten thousand pounds. However, if these ten thousand pounds of gunpowder really explodes, it would be quite deadly.

"Damn it, I don't know if the city wall has fallen." De Lone thought.

After a while, de Lone finally recovered a little strength. He held the table, climbed up barely, and staggered to the city wall.

A long crack appeared on the city wall, so wide that it could be placed into a fist. Most of the defenders on the city wall were still lying on the ground, with only one or two people holding the wall with their hands, trying hard to get up.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" De Lone asked loudly.

No one answered him, and even a soldier who had stood up just looked at him with confusion, as if he had no idea what he was saying.

De Lone understood that this must be because he could not hear the sound of his speech. The explosion just now destroyed his hearing. In fact, De Lone himself could not hear clearly what he said.

De Lone stumbled to the wall and looked down.

Not far from the trench, there was a large pit, and smoke slowly rose from the pit. Within thirty or forty meters around the pit, all the houses were pushed down. In farther places, the streets, and even the roofs of buildings that had not yet collapsed were full of people.

"This...what is this...what is it? Could it be that a meteorite fell here?" De Lone even had such a strange idea in his mind.

Of course, this is not caused by a meteorite, but the result of a passionate collision between a large explosive pack and a bullet.

Just now, someone rushed over a carriage with "new explosives" that were said to be used for mining.

"We are the Duke of Orleans, this is the explosive we use to mine. We packed the explosives and inserted the fuse. As long as there is a warrior, a real warrior like Enomay (the character in the "Spartacus" who finally sang the "Slave War Song" on the cross.) braved the tyrant's bullets and sent this thing under the city wall to light it, and they could blow up a whole section of the city wall to the sky." The man who drove the carriage shouted.

"Can these things blow up the city wall?" asked a man in disbelief.

"As long as there is enough explosives, even a mountain can be blown up." The person who drove the carriage replied.

At this time, a big guy came over and shouted "I'll do it, I'll do it", while reaching out to pick up a pack of explosives from the carriage.

"So light?" The big guy curled his lips, "There is only a little more gunpowder in it, what can this do?"

"We have explosives in it, which is much more powerful than gunpowder. And it is not lighter, there are twelve pounds of explosives inside!" said the carriage driving.

"Don't be stingy, add more." The big guy said, "Maybe he would have to sacrifice several people to send one thing over. If it is not powerful enough and one is not enough, then more people should be sacrificed? So, the greater the power, the better, the more explosives it contains, the better. I said we might as well bring together the things in these things and send the entire Bastille to heaven at once. Are you okay?"

The people around him responded together.

"It's right!"

"Send them all to heaven!"

"Let them come to the top in person and ask God for forgiveness!"

Seeing that everyone was supporting him, that big guy became more and more excited. He simply did it himself and started to dismantle the explosive pack.

"Hey, hey! Don't move around, let's come, we will come, you won't do it, you will explode!" The person driving the carriage said hurriedly.

Soon, five explosive packs on the carriage were synthesized into one.

"This thing is more than 60 pounds. Can you handle it?" asked the carriage.

The big guy grabbed the large explosive bag with one hand and threw it gently in the air, scaring the carriage almost lay on the ground.

"It's okay, it's not too heavy. Who can give me another torch!" the big guy shouted.

"Yes, some!" someone shouted, stuffing a lit torch into the big guy's face, almost stabbing the explosive bag directly.

"Be careful!" The big guy took the torch with one hand and clamped the explosives under his armpit with the other, "Are you not afraid of the 'bang' of the whole family, let us all fly into the sky?"

"'My brothers, what do we have to fear? We don't have to fear anything! Because there is anything more painful and terrible than the life we ​​live in this life?

What else is there to us for life like pigs and being trampled on like soil? Can we lose anything else? Is there anything else worth nostalgic about in our lives?

Friends and brothers, if there is anything we can lose in the battle, then the only thing we can lose is the chains that bind us, but once we win, what we win will be the whole world! A new world where no one can oppress or enslave people!’ (Spartacus’ line)” the man replied.

The big guy laughed: "Okay, my brother, don't memorize the lines anymore. We will recite these lines! Okay, if you are brave enough, follow me. If I fall down before I reach the city wall, then you can take the explosive bag and torch from my hand and continue fighting on my behalf! How about it, is there any problem?"

"No problem!" the rough guy replied loudly.

"Okay then! Let's go!" said the big guy.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" the person who drove the car suddenly shouted, "You can't rush like this directly, you need to cover up. Let's have some more people and rush up from different angles to distract them. Others fired at the Bastille at the same time to cover them."

"Hey, you have a good idea!" everyone shouted, "That's it!"

"I'll charge too!"

"Pack to me a fake explosive pack! I can attract their attention too!"

So the militia began to shoot at the Bastille with crackling sounds, and more than a dozen people took the opportunity to rush towards the Bastille.

The guards on the city wall opened fire one after another, and the big guy was too big and was aimed at by several rifles. However, although the big guy had a big target, he ran fast, and several bullets fell behind him and failed to hit him. Instead, the rough guy who ran with him was hit by a bullet that flew towards the big guy but was crooked.

"Big guy, rush forward!" the rough guy shouted loudly as he fell down.

However, at this time, the big guy had already rushed to the front of the trench, and he had to slow down to jump into the trench safely. But just as he slowed down, a rifled shotgun aimed at him.

"Bang!" The shotgun fired. In the eyes of the Swiss soldier who shot, the tall and big guy was like a big brown bear in the Alpine forest. In his expectation, with his gunshot, the big guy would definitely fall to the ground like the brown bear he had hit before, and maybe he had to throw two more rounds.

However, what he expected was that the brown bear did not fall down and roll, but exploded suddenly.

Yes, the bullet he shot hit the explosive pack held by the big guy.

The amazing explosive power of the strong explosive was fully displayed at this moment. The huge circular shock wave visible to the naked eye swept across this large area in an instant. Several people who were not far from the big guy were torn to pieces and thrown away by the shock wave in an instant. Then the surrounding buildings. Under the attack of the shock wave, they were like a model made of playing cards encountered a super typhoon. When the circular shock wave encountered them, they were immediately torn into pieces and drifted out.

Immediately afterwards, the shock wave hit the wall of the Bastille. The tall wall shaking violently, like a small boat in the stormy waves.

The soldiers standing on the city wall were almost overturned to the ground by the shock wave in an instant, and then they were stunned by the sound of explosions that followed.

If another pair of militia rushed up at this time, they would definitely be able to easily cut off the iron chain hanging on the suspension bridge, knock open the gate, and rush into the Bastille. But at this time, the militia's condition was even worse than the defenders. Because they were closer to the explosion point, the militia suffered greater casualties. Behind the houses destroyed by the shock wave, there were all avoiding militias who were shooting and covering the offensive operation. After the explosion, they almost never escaped.

Even the militia soldiers who were farther away were stunned by the loud explosion, so they naturally could not be thrown into the attack. As for the militias who were farther away, they had no idea what was going on before, and the militias did not have a clear command system. At this moment, they were in a mess and did not expect to take the opportunity to attack. So such an opportunity leaked from their fingers.
Chapter completed!