De Lonay lay on the ground, his head buzzing, and he tried to stand up, but he was too weak to muster his strength. He tried to call the people next to him to help, but the people next to him also fell to the ground, unable to move. Moreover, he himself could not hear his own shouting.

"It's over, it must have exploded in the powder magazine." De Lonay thought so.

Of course, there were no hundreds of thousands of pounds of gunpowder in the powder magazines in the Bastille capable of blowing up the entire Bastille, and in fact the total amount of gunpowder there was less than 10,000 pounds. But if this 10,000 pounds of gunpowder really exploded, it would be quite fatal.

"Damn, I don't know if the walls have fallen." De Lonay thought.

After some unknown time, de Lonay finally regained some strength, and he held on to the table, barely got up, and staggered to the wall.

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

"What's wrong? What's going on? De Lonay asked aloud.

No one answered him, not even a soldier who had already stood up, but only looked at him with confused eyes, as if he did not understand what he was talking about.

De Lonay knew that it must have been because he couldn't hear himself at all—the explosion had destroyed his hearing. In fact, De Lonay himself couldn't hear what he was saying.

De Lonay stumbled to the battlement wall and looked down.

Not far from the trench, there was a large pit, from which smoke slowly rose. Within thirty or forty meters of this pit, all the houses were torn down. Farther away, the streets, and even the roofs of buildings that have not yet collapsed, are filled with people.

"This ...... This is...... What's going on? Could it be that a meteorite has fallen here? De Lonay even had such a strange thought in his head.

This was certainly not caused by a meteorite, but the result of the passionate collision of a large explosive bag and a bullet.

Just now, someone arrived with a horse-drawn cart loaded with a "new type of explosive" that was said to be used to open mines.

"We are the men of the Duke of Orleans, and this is the explosives we use for mining. We wrapped up the explosives and plugged in the fuse. There only one warrior, one real, like the one who sang the "Slave Battle Song" on the cross like Enomayi (the one in Spartacus, who sang the "war song of the slaves" at the end. That kind of warrior, brave the bullets of a tyrant, send this thing under the wall and set it on fire, and you can blow up an entire section of the wall into the sky with one guy. The man who came with the carriage said loudly.

"Can these things blow up the walls?" One asked incredulously.

"As long as there are enough explosives, it is a mountain, and it can be blown up." The man who drove the carriage replied.

At this moment, a large man walked up and shouted "I'm coming, I'm coming" while reaching out and picking up a bag of explosives from the carriage.

"So light?" The big man pouted, "There's just a little more gunpowder in here, what can this do?" ”

"We have explosives in here, much more powerful than gunpowder. And it's not light, there are twelve pounds of explosives in it! The driver said.

"Don't be stingy, add more." The big man said, "Maybe it will take several people to get one of these things over." If the power is not enough, and it is not enough to let go of the past, then wouldn't it be necessary to sacrifice more people? So, the more powerful the better, and the more explosives you have, the better. I said let's just put the contents of these things together and send the whole Bastille to heaven at once, do you think? ”

The people around him responded with a bang.

"That's right!"

"Send them all to heaven!"

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

When the big guy saw that everyone was supporting him, he became more and more energetic, and simply took matters into his own hands and began to dismantle the explosive bag.

"Hey, hey! Don't move, let's come, we'll come, you won't get it, you'll blow it up! The man who drove the carriage said hurriedly.

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

"This thing weighs more than sixty pounds. Can you handle it? The chariot man asked.

The big guy grabbed the large bag of explosives with one hand and tossed it lightly in the air, so frightened that the carriage driver almost fell to the ground.

"It's okay, it's not heavy. Whoever gives me another torch! The big guy shouted.

"Yes, yes!" Someone shouted, shoving a lit torch in front of the big guy and almost stabbing it directly into the explosive bag.

"Be careful!" The big man took the torch with one hand and put the explosive bag under his arm with the other and said, "You're not afraid of a 'boom' guy, let's all fly into the sky?" ”

"'My brothers, what have we to fear? We don't have to be afraid of anything! For what could be more painful and terrible than the days we live in this life?

We live like pigs, trampled like dirt, and what is there to be afraid of for us? Is there anything we have to lose? Is there anything else in our lives that is worth nostalgic?

Friends and brothers, if there is anything we have to lose in battle, 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 whole new world in which no one can oppress and enslave man! (Spartacus's line)" replied the man.

The big guy laughed: "Okay, my brother, don't memorize the lines anymore, we will all memorize this line!" Well, if you're brave enough, follow me, and if I fall before I reach the walls, then take my bag of dynamite and torches, and continue the fight in my place! How, is there a problem? ”

"No problem!" The shaggy creature 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 just rush like this, you need cover." Let's take some more people and rush up from different angles to distract them. The others opened fire on the Bastille at the same time, covering them. ”

"Hey, you've got a great idea!" Everyone shouted together, "That's it!" ”

"I'm going to charge too!"

"Pack me a fake explosives bag! I can also grab their attention! ”

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

The guards on the walls opened fire, and the big man was shot at several rifles because he was too big. However, although the big guy had a big target, he was also fast, and several bullets fell behind him and failed to hit him. The gruffy guy who was running after him was hit by a bullet that flew towards the big guy but was crooked.

"Big man, rush forward!" The furry creature shouted as he fell.

By this time, however, the big man 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 was aimed at him.

"Bang!" The shotgun went off. In the eyes of the Swiss soldier who fired the shot, the tall man looked like a big brown bear in the Alpine forest. He expected that as his gun rang out, the big man would fall to the ground like the brown bear he had hit before, and maybe two more rolls.

However, to his surprise, the brown bear did not fall and roll, but exploded all at once.

Yes, the bullet he fired hit the bag of explosives that the big guy was holding.

The astonishing explosive power of the high explosives was fully displayed at this moment, and a huge annular shock wave visible to the naked eye swept across this large area in an instant, and several people who were not far from the big man were torn to pieces and scattered by the shock wave almost instantly. Then there are the surrounding buildings, which are like models made of playing cards and have encountered a super typhoon under the shock wave. As soon as the annular blaster touched them, they were immediately torn to shreds and spilled out.

Then the shock wave slammed into the walls of the Bastille, and the tall walls shook violently, like a boat in a stormy sea.

The soldiers who stood on the ramparts were knocked to the ground almost instantly by the shock wave, and then stunned by the explosion that followed.

If another pair of militiamen had rushed up at this time, they would have easily cut the ropes hanging from the drawbridge, smashed open the gates, and stormed the Bastille. But at this time, the militia was in even worse condition than the defenders. Because of the proximity to the blast site, the militia suffered more casualties, and almost all of the houses destroyed by the blast wave were hidden behind the militia who were shooting to cover the attack.

Even the militia fighters who were farther away were stunned by the loud explosion, and they naturally could not be thrown into the attack. As for the militia farther away, they didn't know what was going on at all, and the militia didn't have a clear command system, so they were in a mess at this time, and they didn't think of taking the opportunity to attack at all. So such an opportunity slipped through their fingers.