Fox of France

De Launay was lying on the ground, his head was buzzing, and he tried to stand up, but he was so weak that he couldn't use the strength. He wanted to ask the people around him to help, but those people around him also fell to the ground, unable to move. What's more, he couldn't even hear himself shouting.

"It's over, the powder magazine must have exploded," thought de Launay.

Of course, the gunpowder depots in the Bastille did not contain the hundreds of thousands of pounds of powder that could blow up the entire Bastille. In fact, the total amount of gunpowder there was 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 walls are down," thought de Launay.

After an unknown period of time, De Launay finally regained some strength. He supported the table, barely got up, and staggered to the city wall.

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

"What is it? What has happened?" asked de Launay loudly.

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

De Launay knew it must be because he couldn't hear himself at all—the explosion had damaged his hearing. In fact, de Launay himself could not hear what he was saying.

De Launay stumbled over to the buttress and looked down.

Not far from the trench, there is a large pit, and gunpowder smoke slowly rises from this pit. Within a range of thirty to forty meters around the pit, all the houses were pulled down. Farther afield, the streets and even the roofs of buildings that hadn't collapsed were filled with people.

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

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

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

"We are the people of the Duke of Orleans, and this is the dynamite we use for mining. We have packed the dynamite and inserted the fuse. As long as there is a warrior, a real one, like Enomay ("Sparta") The character in the play, the one who sang the "Slave War Hymn" on the cross at the end.) Such a warrior, risking the tyrant's bullet, sends this thing under the city wall and ignites it, and one guy can burn a whole section of the city wall It's all blown up to the sky." The man driving the carriage said loudly.

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

"As long as there are enough explosives, even a mountain can be blown up." The man driving the carriage replied.

At this time, a big man came over, and while shouting "I'm coming, I'm coming", he reached out to pick up a pack of explosives from the carriage.

"So light?" The big man curled his lips, "There's only a little more gunpowder in it, what can it do?"

"We have dynamite inside, which is much more powerful than gunpowder. And it's not light. There's a full twelve pounds of dynamite inside!" said the driver.

"Don't be stingy, add more." The big man said, "Maybe you have to sacrifice several people to send one of these things over. If the power is not enough, and it is not enough to send one over, wouldn't you have to sacrifice more people? So, power The bigger the better, and the more explosives it contains, the better. I said, let’s just put together the contents of these few things and send the entire Bastille to the sky at once, do you think it’s okay?"

The people around responded with a bang.

"Yes!"

"Send them all to heaven!"

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

Seeing that everyone was supporting him, the big man became more motivated, and he simply started to dismantle the explosives by himself.

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

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

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

The big man grabbed the large explosive bag with one hand and tossed it lightly in the air, scaring the carriage driver almost to the ground.

"It's okay, it's not heavy. Somebody give me another torch!" the big man shouted.

"Yes, yes!" Someone yelled, and thrust a lighted torch in front of the big man, almost stabbing the explosive package directly.

"Be careful!" The big man took the torch with one hand, and held the explosives bag under his armpit with the other, "Aren't you afraid of the 'Boom' guy, let us all fly into the sky?"

"'My brethren, what have we to fear? We have nothing to fear! For what could be more painful and more dreadful than this life which we live?

We live like pigs and are trampled like dirt. What is there to fear for us? Is there anything else we can lose? Is there anything else in our life that is worth nostalgic for?

Friends, brothers, if we have anything 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 brand new world where no one can oppress and enslave people anymore! ’ (Spartacus’ lines)” the man replied.

The big man laughed: "Okay, my brother, don't recite the lines anymore, we all know the lines! Well, if you are brave enough, follow me, if I fall down before I reach the city wall , then you will take the explosives and torches from my hands and continue fighting instead of me! How is it, is there a problem?"

"No problem!" The shaggy guy replied loudly.

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

"Wait a minute! Wait a moment!" the driver suddenly shouted, "You can't just charge like this, you need cover. Let's get some more people to charge up from different angles, so as to distract them. The Bastille opened fire, covering them."

"Hey, that's a great idea of ​​yours!" they all yelled, "Just do it!"

"I'll charge too!"

"Pack me a fake dynamite bag! I can attract their attention too!"

So the militiamen began to crackle and shoot towards 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 man was targeted by several rifles because of his size. However, although the big man had a big target, he ran fast, and several bullets fell behind him, failing to hit him. Instead, the shaggy guy who ran after him was hit by a bullet that flew towards the big guy but went sideways.

"Big man, go ahead!" the shaggy fellow yelled as he fell.

However, at this time, the big man had rushed to the front of the ditch, and he had to slow down to jump into the ditch safely. But just as he was slowing down, a rifled shotgun was aimed at him.

"Bang!" The shotgun rang. In the eyes of the Swiss soldier who fired the gun, the tall man looked like a big brown bear in the Alpine forest. In his prediction, with the sound of his gun, this big man will definitely fall to the ground like the brown bear he hit before, and maybe he will roll twice.

However, contrary to his expectations, the brown bear did not fall down and roll, but exploded all of a sudden.

Yes, the bullet he fired hit the dynamite pack the big man was holding.

The astonishing explosive power of the high explosives was fully displayed at this moment. A huge ring-shaped shock wave visible to the naked eye swept across a large area in an instant. Several people who were not far from the big man were almost torn to pieces by the shock wave in an instant. And throw it away. Then there are the surrounding buildings. Under the attack of the shock wave, they are like a model made of playing cards encountering a super typhoon. Just when the circular shock wave touched them, they were immediately torn into pieces and scattered out.

Immediately afterwards, this shock wave slammed into the city wall of the Bastille, and the tall city wall shook violently, like a small boat in a 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 sound of the explosion that followed.

If another pair of militiamen rushed up at this time, they would surely be able to easily cut off the chains hanging from the drawbridge, smash open the gate, and rush into the Bastille. But at this time, the situation of the militia was even worse than that of the defenders. Because they were closer to the explosion point, the militiamen suffered more casualties. Behind the houses destroyed by the shock wave, there were militiamen who were shooting to cover the offensive. After the explosion, almost none of them survived.

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