"Boom boom boom..."
Balls of fire suddenly rose on the outer city wall of St. Paul's Fort! Like bolts of lightning falling from the sky, the roaring divine thunder hit the thick city wall, then exploded, turning into countless scythes of death, running rampant on the top of the unobstructed city wall, The Portuguese who stood there, completely at a loss, fell down piece by piece!
Because he was worried that the Ming army would use the night to launch a sneak attack, Rodoni moved all his reserves onto the city wall, so that the wall on the west side of the city outside the fort was filled with Portuguese soldiers. Now these people have sadly become the targets of the Ming army's artillery, with no way of survival at all... At least one or two hundred people were beaten into a puddle of flesh in the rounds of artillery!
And the people who survived for the time being were all like crazy. They were either on the city wall, stepping on the corpses of their companions, running on bright red bloodstains, not knowing where they were going? Or simply run down the city wall crying in the name of Jesus.
There was also chaos under the city wall. The Ming army's artillery fire came one after another. In each round, one or two shells fell into the high wall of the city outside the fort!
Some of these shells will explode immediately after landing, turning into countless life-killing fragments, which will form a large piece... Within the coverage area of their explosion power, corpses will be everywhere!
And those who escaped by chance also fell into madness and the greatest fear... For them, this is simply the Doomsday Judgment!
This is the Armageddon of colonialism!
But behind the outer wall of a certain manor opposite the city wall, it was brightly lit and in full swing at this time. This is Zhu Heji's artillery position!
Twelve small-caliber mortars were placed on the spot, and each mortar was surrounded by a circle of busy gunners. The shells with wooden sticks stuck in their butts were loaded into the mortars one after another, and then fired out.
In the darkness, no one could see their trajectory clearly, but the big explosion that followed could tell the artillerymen who were leaning on the wall to observe how well their artillery strikes were.
Zhu Heji himself was lying on the wall, holding a telescope and looking forward attentively.
To be honest, the scene of the candy bomb exploding was not particularly shocking...Zhu Heji had seen bigger scenes in later TV and movie special effects!
But Zhu Heji's chemical knowledge clearly told him that every explosion that occurred on or within the city wall outside the fort was likely to cause huge casualties!
If there are many people who happen to be within the range that the power of the explosion can reach... the pattern of war seems to have been completely changed!
Zhu Heji thought to himself: "No one can stand on the battlefield and carry sugar, medicine and explosives... Not the Portuguese, certainly not the British, and even less so the Eight Banners soldiers of Emperor Kangxi."
"Shi...Shizi, this, this sugar bullet, is too powerful, isn't it?"
The person who stuttered was Zhuge Sanhe. The great military advisor was standing on a table behind the wall, staring blankly at the city wall not far away being enveloped in sudden fire balls again and again. among.
For him, a "wild military advisor" who lived in the troubled times of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the "big bang" scene in front of him was almost like the sky falling and the earth collapsing.
"Master, are there any living people on this city?"
The person asking the question was Lin Ahu. Although he was an artilleryman... the "cannon" he knew and the "cannon" he saw now seemed to be different!
Zhu Heji shook his head and said: "If...if the Portuguese had placed many sandbags on the city wall that could withstand shrapnel, someone would have survived."
"Who would put this on top of the city?" Lin Ahu shook his head repeatedly, "Master...it seems we can enter the city tomorrow morning!"
Zhu Heji nodded and ordered: "Ahu, go and make arrangements... prepare wall-penetrating bullets and long ladders! Tomorrow morning, as soon as Qiu Rong's men arrive, send someone to persuade them to surrender. No. Just attack by force. You can try to blow down a section of the city wall!"
The so-called wall-penetrating bombs are actually sugar bombs with hollow charges!
Zhu Heji has prepared a lot of these ammunition and plans to use them to blow up various walls... The city wall of Macau is also their target!
But he didn't know whether this kind of wall-penetrating bomb could penetrate the city wall of Macau? So someone prepared a long ladder, and if it didn't work, just climb up.
When Lin Ahu was preparing to attack the city, of course the bombardment continued!
Zhu Heji prepared a basic amount of ammunition for each of the twelve small-caliber mortars, which could last for several hours until tomorrow morning.
Therefore, the people in the city outside St. Paul's Fort will continue to accept the doomsday judgment from the "little anti-imperialist" Zhu Heji!
Gone are the days when imperialism could force China to give something away by setting up a few artillery pieces at China's doorstep!
Now it is the Chinese people who have set up the "little mortar" at the gate of imperialism!
.......
"O God!"
"Help!"
"Ah! Ah..."
"This is the end of the world!"
Inside St. Paul's Castle, it was already a doomsday scene at this time!
Near the west wall of the castle, countless explosive shells had been smashed. Although not every explosive bomb will explode, there are still many explosive bombs that have become weapons of "Doomsday Judgment"!
Everyone who stays there has been "sentenced" to death! The dead and dying were lying on the ground in a mess. It was hard to say where their souls had gone, but their physical bodies were completely destroyed.
Far away from the "explosion site", that is, around the entrance of St. Paul's Cathedral, there are still people waiting for trial. Basically, they are all guilty Portuguese or mixed-race Portuguese... This place is relatively close to God, and people with yellow or black skin are not qualified to stay!
Bishop Sang also led a large group of people in singing... He sang the praises of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Mother one by one, but it just didn't work!
In other words, those people in the sky want the Doomsday Judgment, and the Ming army outside the city is now the "Hammer of God", responsible for hammering everyone down.
Rodoni had already entered St. Paul's Cathedral at this time, kneeling in front of the icon of Jesus, crying and repenting...repenting for the sins he had committed, and there were many sins! There is murder, robbery, corruption, bribery, adultery, framing good people, and covering up evil people. As for lying and deceiving Jesus, it is no longer a big deal.
While Rodoni was confessing, there were roars from time to time outside the church!
And after every roar, there was heartbreaking crying.
The roar seemed to be never-ending, but it sounded unhurriedly... Although at this time, there were no living defenders on the west outer wall of St. Paul's Castle.
But the Ming army outside the city didn't know, so they kept shelling... Although these exploding shells could not kill more colonists, they could make them feel more desperate.
And just when everyone's despair reached its peak, a voice suddenly sounded in the church.
"Jesus! Do you mean that we should surrender to the Ming army?"
"Jesus! I hear your voice..."
"Jesus...I will definitely obey your instructions!"
Now everyone is not calm. Is someone talking to Jesus? Or because I'm afraid of death, so...
Rodoni and Santos looked at each other, and then looked at the people in the church together, trying to find that person. Finally, all four eyes focused on an oriental-faced priest in his fifties, with a gray beard that almost reached his belly.
This gray-bearded Oriental is named Luo Wenzao, and he is a "Hu Jianren". In the late Ming Dynasty, he mixed with the Catholic priests who came to China to preach. Now he has become the most powerful priest in the entire Chinese diocese. If it were not for the racial issue, he would be Became the Bishop of Macau - he had been recommended by many non-Portuguese foreign priests, but unfortunately he was rejected by the Holy See, which insisted that everyone is equal before God, because of his skin color.
But now, he seemed to hear the voice of Jesus!
