Explosions!

For the people of the city of Reshalan, it was as if they were in the middle of a stormy sea, struggling under the shock wave of the explosion and the baptism of steel fragments.

At this time, the city of Reshalan is no longer the beautiful and exotic city, those houses built on the top of the fortress were destroyed at the first time of the shelling, this seaside fortress that was once full of the sweet smell of fruits, soon became a ruin, the smoke shrouded the sky above the fortress, and even blocked people's sight, even the people of Dayuan Town in the southeast could not see the appearance of the fortress, they could only faintly see through the smoke of gunpowder, the brick red wall of the fortress, in the smoke of the explosion from time to time!

Staring at the "Taiwan City" in the smoke of gunpowder, these people from all over southern Fujian were all stunned, and the earth-shattering explosions were like thunder, constantly exploding in their ears.

But onlookers can't feel the despair of the people in the smoke.

"Monica, get down!"

As the blast wave of the explosion hit, Adriana Queena, who was wearing a long dress, shouted loudly and rushed to her daughter's side desperately, knocking her thirteen-year-old daughter to the ground.

"Ah......h

Monica cried out in horror, she had never experienced anything like this even though she had grown up in the colony, and it was true that as the daughter of the previous prefect, Johann van der Bolger, she and her mother lived like canaries under the protection of their father, and even after his father's death, as the widow of the previous prefect, she was still sheltered by the new prefect.

As the two of them fell to the ground, a violent explosion and shockwave broke through the glass windows of their house, and the ensuing fragments, rubble, and powerful shockwaves swept over their heads, burrowing into the bodies of those Javanese slave girls or black slaves, and for a moment the gorgeous room was filled with a burst of flesh and blood.

Although Adriana and her daughter survived, their well-made dresses were still torn by a strong shock wave along the stitches, and after the shock wave, they became almost like beggars.

But at least they survived!

I don't know how many people stood there stupidly in the first round of shelling, and then let their bodies be penetrated by fragments and torn apart.

"What's going on?"

In the choking smoke of gunpowder, William's eyes widened in astonishment, his blue eyes were full of fear, and more confused.

All this completely subverted his understanding of artillery bombardment, even as an artillery officer, he is no stranger to grenades, but in his understanding, whether naval guns can fire grenades, too high bore pressure will crush the grenades in the breech, but now the fleet of the Ming people is swaying grenades towards Dayuancheng.

The power of these grenades is so great that even a single shell can destroy a house, and a few shells can flatten everything around it.

The deafening explosion in his ears made William unable to understand what was going on, but at this time, the cruel reality made him not dare to think too much, his arm was hit by a splinter, and a slap-sized wound was torn, and the shredded wound was constantly gushing blood.

"Where is the sir? Sir......"

Enduring the dizziness caused by the shock wave of the explosion, William shouted loudly, the power of the Ming people's naval guns was beyond his imagination.

Although he once swore with the commander, "If they want to take this place, unless they step on our corpses!" But God can testify that He does not want to die!

In fact, who wants to die, their previous choice was simply arrogant, and they used the same set against the native tribe on the wrong object, but now it's too late to regret it.

With the violent explosion, the buildings on the surface of the castle, which the Dutch had painstakingly operated for sixteen years, were basically destroyed, and the billowing smoke was full of broken walls, and the corpses torn apart by explosions and debris were everywhere in the broken walls.

Pressed tightly to the ground under the rumbling shelling, Paul Duradinius felt like he was in a small boat in a raging storm, swaying from side to side, and the shock wave of the explosion could even shatter people's internal organs, and the ears and noses of several nearby slaves who were lying on the ground like him were bleeding outward.

Fear!

Fear pervaded Paul's heart, and once upon a time his cry of pride seemed like a joke, and he had naively thought that in the face of a strong fortress, these Ming people would be like the natives of Java. After all, even artillery could not destroy a strong fortress.

But now, he realized that it was all a joke!

Utter joke!

Every violent explosion reminded him of how cruel the joke was!

Every scream was a reminder of what was happening to the Dutch in the city!

"Ah......h

In the midst of the screams, Paul saw a sailor through the smoke and, perhaps frightened, shouted to get up and run into the distance, but only a few steps before his head disappeared, and then the man flew up and into the air in the smoke.

Paul didn't even want to look any further, because he saw the man's body break in two in the air, and something seemed to have fallen, and then the smoke obscured his vision.

"God forbid!"

At this time, it is only possible to pray, praying that God will bless their souls.

After all, in the midst of this sea of steel and smoke, the only thing one can do is pray.

If there was a regret medicine in this world, Paul would definitely buy it, and he even regretted why he was so proud, why he used such a condescending tone to the Ming people, he was regretting and annoyed for his conceit.

Perhaps, in the first place, it should have been negotiated with them!

But it's too late to say anything.

The shells smashed large craters on the soft ground, huge stones and bricks were blown up into the sky, and then fell like rain, and then they were blown up by the next shell. The shelling continues, and there is a lot of momentum to raze the city!

But it was also when Paul was in the midst of this sea of fire, desperately regretting his pride, that he felt as if the shelling had stopped, and at that moment he immediately cried out loudly.

"Quick, raise the white flag!"