Fox of France

　　 De Loney was lying on the ground, his head buzzing, he wanted to stand up, but his whole body was weak and unable to exert strength. He wanted to ask the people next to him to help, but those next to him also fell to the ground, unable to move. Moreover, he himself couldn't hear his screaming.

　　 "It's over, the powder magazine must have exploded." De Loone thought.

　　 Of course, there is no hundreds of thousands of pounds of gunpowder in the gunpowder storehouse in the Bastille that can blow up the entire Bastille. In fact, the total amount of gunpowder there is less than 10,000 pounds. But if the ten thousand pounds of gunpowder really exploded, it would be quite fatal.

　　 "Damn it, I don't know if the wall is down," thought de Lornet.

　　 I don’t know how long it will take. De Lonet finally recovered a bit of strength. He supported the table, got up reluctantly, and staggered to the wall.

　　 A long crack appeared on the wall, wide enough to fit a fist. Most of the defenders on the city wall were still lying on the ground, only one or two people were supporting the wall with their hands, and were trying to get up.

　　 "What's wrong? What happened?" De Looney asked loudly.

　　 No one answered him. Even a soldier who had stood up just looked at him with bewildered eyes, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

　　 De Loney understood that it must be because he couldn't hear his own voice at all-the explosion just broke his hearing. In fact, De Lornet himself couldn't hear what he said.

　　 De Loone stumbled to the side of the stacking wall and looked down.

　　 Not far from the trench, there is a big pit, and gun smoke slowly rises from this pit. Within 30 to 40 meters of the pit, all houses were demolished. Farther away, the streets and even the roofs of uncollapsed buildings were full of people.

　　 "This...this is...what's going on? Could it be that a meteorite fell here?" Such strange thoughts even popped up in De Lorne's mind.

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

　　 Just now, someone rushed to a carriage with a "new explosive" that was said to be used for mining.

"We are the people of the Duke of Orleans. This is the explosive we use for mining. We wrapped the explosive and inserted the fuse. As long as there is a warrior, a real one, like Enomayi ("Spartan The character in "X", the one who sang the "Slave's War Hymn" on the cross at the end.) Such a warrior, braving the bullets of the tyrant, put this thing under the city wall and set it on fire. They all exploded into the sky." The man who drove the carriage said loudly.

　　 "Can these things blow up the city walls?" a person asked in disbelief.

　　 "As long as there is enough explosives, a mountain can blow up." The carriage driver replied.

　　 At this time, a big guy came over, shouting "I'll come, I'll come", and reached out and picked up an explosive pack from the carriage.

　　 "So light?" The big guy curled his lips. "There is only a little more ignition powder in it. What can this do?"

　　 "We have explosives in this, which is more powerful than gunpowder. And it's not lighter. There are twelve pounds of explosives in it!" said the carriage driver.

"Don't be stingy, add more." The big guy said, "Maybe you have to sacrifice several people to deliver one of these things. If the power is not enough, and letting one pass is not enough, then don't you have to sacrifice more people? So, power The bigger the better, and the more explosives you can put in, the better. I said that we should just put the contents of these things together, and send the entire Bastille to the sky at once. Would you say, OK?"

　　 The people around them all responded in a sudden.

"Yes!"

　　 "Send them all to heaven!"

　　 "Let them go up there and ask God for forgiveness!"

　　 The big guy saw that everyone was supporting him, so he became more and more energetic, and he just started to dismantle the explosive package by himself.

　　 "Hey, hey! Don't move, let's come, let's come, you won't do it, you will blow it up!" The carriage driver hurriedly said.

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

　　 "This thing weighs more than sixty pounds. Can you move it?" the carriage driver asked.

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

　　 "It's okay, not much. Who will give me another torch!" the big guy shouted.

　　 "Yes, yes!" Someone shouted, thrusting a lit torch in front of the big man, almost directly stabbing the dynamite bag.

　　 "Be careful!" The big guy took the torch with one hand, and wrapped the explosive under his arm with the other. "You are not afraid of the ‘boom’ guy, let us all fly to the sky?"

　　 "‘My brothers, what can we be afraid of? We don’t have to be afraid of anything! Because what can be more painful and terrifying than the days we have lived in this life?

　　 We live like pigs, trampled like dirt, what is terrible for us? Can we lose anything? Is there anything worth remembering in our lives?

　　 Friends, brothers, if there is anything we can lose in 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 brand new world where no one can oppress and enslave people anymore! Spartacus's lines The man replied.

The big guy laughed: "Okay, my brother, don't recite the line anymore, we will all recite this line! Okay, if you are brave enough, follow me behind, if I fall under the wall before , Then you will take the dynamite bag and torch in my hand, and continue to fight instead of me! How about, is there a problem?"

　　 "No problem!" the rough guy replied loudly.

　　 "That's good! Let's go!" the big guy said.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" The driver suddenly shouted, "You can't directly charge like this, you need cover. Let's bring some people up and charge up from different angles to distract them. Others are at the same time. The Bastille opened fire to cover them."

　　 "Hey, your idea is great!" everyone shouted together, "Just do it!"

　　 "I will charge too!"

　　 "Wrap me a fake dynamite bag! I can also attract their attention!"

　　 So the militiamen began to shoot cracklingly at the Bastille, 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 targeted by several rifles because he was too big. Although the big target was big, he ran fast, and several bullets fell behind him and failed to hit him. It was the rough guy who ran with him, but was hit by a bullet that flew towards the big man but was knocked out.

　　 "Big guy, rush forward!" The rough guy shouted as he fell.

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

　　 "Boom!" The shotgun rang. In the eyes of the Swiss soldier who opened the gun, the tall man looked like a big brown bear in the Alps forest. In his expectation, with the sound of his gun, this big man would definitely fall to the ground like the brown bear he had hit before, and maybe he would have to hit two rolls.

　　 However, unexpectedly, the brown bear did not fall down and roll, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com exploded instead.

　　 Yes, the bullet he shot hit the dynamite bag that the big guy was holding.

The astonishing explosive power of the high 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 not far from the big man were torn to pieces by the shock wave almost in an instant. And throw it away. Then came the surrounding buildings. Under the impact of the shock wave, they were like a model made of playing cards that encountered a super typhoon. As soon as the circular shock wave hit them, they were immediately torn into pieces and floated out.

　　 Immediately after this shock wave slammed into the walls of the Bastille, the tall walls shook violently, like a boat in the stormy sea.

　　 The soldiers standing on the city wall were knocked to the ground by the shock wave almost instantly, and then fainted by the explosion sound that followed.

　　If another pair of militiamen rushed up at this time, they would be able to easily cut off the wire rope hanging on the suspension bridge, smash open the gate, and rush into the Bastille. But at this time, the condition of the militiamen was even worse than that of the defenders. Because they were closer to the explosion site, the militiamen suffered more casualties. Behind the houses destroyed by the shock wave, there were militiamen who were shooting to cover the offensive action. After the explosion, they hardly survived.

　　 The militia fighters who were farther away were all stunned by the loud noise of the explosion, and naturally they could not be thrown into the attack. As for the militias farther away, they didn't know what happened before, and the militias did not have a clear command system. At this moment, they were also in a mess, and they did not expect to take the opportunity to attack. So such an opportunity passed through their fingers.