Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The large rifled cannons invented by Sir William Armstrong in 1855 belched forth flames, dense gun smoke accompanied by deafening explosions, as twelve-pound field artillery shells screamed toward the Black Castle towering within the city.
They hit their mark, the nearly hundred-meter tall castle was an enormous target that required no aiming; one merely had to direct the cannon and fire.
One shell after another exploded on the castle, the blasts of fire blooming like clusters of fireworks, illuminating the thick black of the night.
"Good! Don't stop! Keep bombing the hell out of them!"
Stild, seeing this scene, excitedly waved his revolver; the nervousness in his heart gradually returned to calm.
Indeed...
What did he have to fear?
