The cannon roared, and the white smoke emitted from the muzzle suddenly obscured An Ning's vision.
He could not see the effects of the bombardment at all.
Firearms of this era all have this bad problem. Once fired, the front is completely white and nothing can be seen. You have to wait for the wind to blow away the smoke before you can see anything.
But the cheers from the people around me are definitely not false.
The crowd cheered and rushed forward. It was obvious that An Ning's cannon had just blasted something away.
An Ning grabbed Desmoulin who was about to rush forward: "Wait a minute! Are you crazy? The design of the Wengcheng is to allow the defenders to massacre the enemy troops who attack the first gate."
Desmoulin looked at An Ning in confusion: "What should we do? Is there nothing we can do?"
Before An Ning could answer, gunshots and screams rang out from the direction of the city gate.
An Ning: "Look!"
Desmoulins: "Don't look at it! You led everyone to attack the Bastille. Now do you want to tell us that infantry alone cannot storm the fortress?"
An Ning wanted to tell this reporter that in real history, he really didn't rush in until the end. In the end, it was the Marquis Delaunay who wavered first and planned to use ignited gunpowder to negotiate terms with the attackers. In the end, the soldiers were unwilling to continue killing and wounding the people.
They mutinied and took the torch from the Marquis' hand.
It's a pity that An Ning can't say the same.
He could only pat the cannon beside him: "What are you talking about! Isn't there this? Someone, go to the nearby residence to get three thick quilts and bring over some buckets of water!"
The original requirement of the Bastille Fortress was that enough space should be left nearby to ensure the fortress' shooting range. However, the fortress has been established for hundreds of years. The city of Paris has developed rapidly, and the surrounding area has long been filled with private houses.
After An Ning's order was given, the men in long trousers immediately ran to the houses to find quilts.
And An Ning reloaded the artillery.
That's right, because he was the only one at the scene who was an artilleryman, so he could only do all the loading work.
Soon the trousers "requisitioned" quilts from nearby houses. An Ning covered the cannon with the quilt, ordered it to be poured with water, and then asked his men to hide under the wet quilt and push the cannon forward.
An Ning learned this trick from later war movies. It was called "earth tank" in the movie, and it appeared in "Little Soldier Zhang Ga".
An Ning: "For France, move forward!"
His temporary subordinates immediately shouted: "Hard, get up!"
The earthen tank was pushed forward like this, with An Ning ducking next to her, lowering her body and hiding behind the wet quilt.
When crossing the broken suspension bridge, two spoonfuls of hot oil were poured from the top of the urn city, and all of it fell on the quilt.
An Ning shouted: "Push quickly! Don't let them throw the torch down and light the oil!"
The young men pushing the cannon roared together, fearing that the cannon would push into the doorway behind the broken suspension bridge.
The people with guns followed the sports car. At this time, they all raised their guns and fired, knocking back the guards on the top of the urn.
The sports car was pushed into the inner courtyard of Wengcheng.
Looking around, there were many corpses lying scattered in the inner courtyard. A woman with a broken hand was digging around among the corpses, muttering: "My hand... where did my hand go..."
Demulan followed An Ning into the inner courtyard. When he saw this scene, he immediately gasped: "Oh my god. Fortunately, you held me back..."
An Ning pushed Demulan behind the quilt.
Just at this time, a volley of guns fired, making a "chirp" sound on the quilt.
After arranging the guns, An Ning opened the quilt and exposed the muzzle of the gun.
He personally took aim and aimed the cannon at the inner door, which was just around the corner.
Someone on the city wall exclaimed: "They are going to bombard the inner gate!"
"This broken door cannot withstand shelling!"
An Ning picked up the torch and lit the fuse of the artillery.
At this distance, the cannonball will definitely hit the door directly!
The sound of cannons shook the ancient fortress, and the pungent white smoke once again obscured the entire view.
In addition to the sound of returning artillery, An Ning also vaguely heard the sound of shells smashing wood.
Hit!
Just at this time, the wind that passed through the urn gate blew away the white smoke of the shelling, so An Ning could clearly see that a large piece of the main entrance of the Bastille had been blown away, revealing the broken door latch.
The door latch is broken! Now the door can be pushed open directly!
An Ning shouted: "The door has been blown apart! Charge!"
The crowd cheered and poured into the gate of Wengcheng.
An Ning thought that her mission was completed and she could retreat to watch the show. She was about to make way when a man in trousers suddenly pointed at An Ning and shouted: "Wait a minute! Brothers! It was Mr. Frost who broke through the door!"
He deserves to be the first to step into the Bastille!"
——What? No, I don’t need this glory!
Just as An Ning was about to refuse, another guy in trousers shouted: "Let's carry him in!"
——What are you doing next!
An Ning couldn't help shouting: "No, don't lift me up!"
However, no one paid any attention to him. The trousersmen carried An Ning with all their hands and rushed towards the broken castle gate.
An Ning shouted: "Put me down! Be careful! Once inside the castle, the first courtyard is also specially designed to massacre attackers!"
However, in the heated state of public sentiment, no one listened to An Ning's words.
He was carried into the Bastille fortress by the crowd.
As soon as they entered, everyone saw the defenders lined up on the low wall facing the gate.
An Ning is right. The first courtyard inside this kind of castle is a trap specially designed for attackers.
The Marquis of Delaunay shouted: "Fire!"
The garrison soldiers in two rows on the low wall fired a volley, and the white gunpowder smoke directly blocked each of their faces.
Buckshot tore apart the trousers who rushed into the city.
When they fell to the ground, An Ning was also thrown to the ground.
An Ning: "Damn it! I told you not to carry me..."
He stood up and found that on the low wall in front of him, the guards were loading.
Looking around again, there is no place to hide at all - the courtyard is designed like this to ensure that attackers who rush in will be massacred by the firepower of the defenders.
An Ning wanted to retreat, but found that there was a flood of attackers behind her.
——Crap, doesn’t this mean we can only move forward?
Can't wait for the defenders to finish reloading!
An Ning drew out his officer's sword, screamed strangely, and rushed towards the defenders.
He directly deflected the bayonet thrust by the first defender, kicked the unsuspecting lower body, took advantage of the opponent's posture to collapse, stepped forward, and sealed his throat with his sword.
After killing the first enemy, he shouted loudly: "Soldiers! Open your eyes and see who you are shooting at! These people are ordinary fathers, sons and husbands just like you! There is no need for us to fight each other!"
However, it was too late for An Ning to shout. The angry crowd had already rushed forward, using pitchforks and other things to knock down the defenders one by one.
An Ning jumped over the defenders' lines and rushed towards the Marquis of Delaunay.
The Marquis held a torch, and behind him was a mountain of gunpowder.
"Don't come here! Stop! Otherwise we will die together!"
An Ning slashed at the Marquis' hand holding the torch with his sword.
The Marquis screamed and the torch fell from his hand.
An Ning was shocked and quickly reached out to grab the torch.
When he grabbed the torch, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Oh my god! What am I doing with this sword? An Ning was sweating coldly as she thought about it.
But since I successfully held the torch, I must make a handsome pose.
An Ning held the torch high and pointed the sword directly at the Marquis's throat: "Surrender, Marquis!"
However, the Marquis did not get a chance to surrender. The angry trousers man rushed forward and stabbed the Marquis's body with a pitchfork and bayonet.
A strong man stabbed and said angrily: "I told you to resist! I told you to beat my friend to death!"
The unbearable Marquis shouted: "Enough! Let me die!"
So another strong man rushed up, raised the wood-cutting ax in his hand, and chopped off the Marquis' head with the ax before An Ning could react.
People cheered.
At this time, someone shouted loudly: "The prisoners in the prison have been rescued!"
An Ning turned around and saw several people in prison uniforms being dragged out of the main tower of the castle with confused expressions on their faces.
The crowd roared: "Ask them who they are!"
"Who is Mr. Voltaire?"
——Forget about Voltaire!
An Ning decided to interrupt everyone's pursuit of the identities of these prisoners. He raised his voice and drowned out all the noise: "Gentlemen! You are free!"
The crowd immediately followed and shouted: "Freedom!"