"Boom boom boom..."

Groups of blazing fire suddenly rose on the outer city wall of St. Paul's Fort! It was like lightning falling from the sky, and thunders roaring from the sky, hitting the thick city wall, and then bursting into pieces.

, turned into countless death scythes, running rampant on the top of the unobstructed city wall, knocking down the Portuguese who were standing there completely at a loss one by one!

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 are miserable.

They became the target of the Ming army's artillery, and they had no way of survival... 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 they simply cried out the name of Jesus from the city wall.

Ran down.

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. One cut will become a large piece...within the coverage of its explosive power, corpses will be everywhere!

And those who were lucky enough to escape also fell into madness and the greatest fear... For them, this is simply the Doomsday Judgment!

This is the Armageddon of colonialism!

Behind the outer wall of a certain manor opposite the city wall, it was brightly lit and in full swing. This was 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. One after another, shells with wooden sticks inserted into the buttocks were continuously loaded into the mortars, and then

Then ignite it and launch it.

In the darkness, no one could clearly see their trajectory, but the big explosion that followed could tell the artillerymen who were leaning on the wall to observe how well their shelling hit them.

Zhu Heji himself was lying on the wall, holding up a telescope and looking forward attentively.

To be honest, the scene of the sugar pill exploding bomb is not particularly shocking...Zhu Heji has seen bigger scenes in later TV and movie special effects!

However, 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 affect... 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 candy bomb is too powerful, isn't it?"

The one 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.

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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.

"My lord, 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, then 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, they will send someone to persuade him to surrender. If it doesn't work,

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 if this kind of wall-penetrating bomb could penetrate the city wall of Macau? So he also had people prepare a long ladder. If it didn't work, he would climb up.

While 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 sell something 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 bombs have been smashed. Although not every explosive bomb will explode, there are still many explosive bombs that have become weapons of "Doomsday Judgment"!

Everyone who stayed there had been "sentenced" to death! The dead and dying were lying on the ground in a mess. It was hard to say where their souls went, but their physical bodies were completely destroyed.

Far away from the "explosion site", that is, the area near the entrance of St. Paul's Cathedral is still crowded with living people waiting for trial. Basically, they are all guilty Portuguese or mixed-race Portuguese...

This place is closer to God, and people with yellow or dark skin are not qualified to stay!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Bishop Sang also led a large group of people to sing... He sang the praises of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and the Virgin 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, knelt in front of the icon of Jesus, wept and repented...Repented for the sins he had committed, there were many sins! There were murder, robbery, corruption, and bribery.

, committing adultery, framing good people, and shielding evil people. As for lying and deceiving Jesus, it is no longer a big deal.

While Rodoni was repenting, there were roars from time to time outside the church!

And after every roar, there was heartbreaking crying.

The roar seemed to be endless, 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 is it because he is afraid of death, so...

Rodoni and Santos looked at each other, and then turned their attention to the people in the church, trying to find that person. In the end, all four eyes focused on a man in his fifties with a gray beard that almost reached his belly.

Here is the priest with an oriental face.

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 racial issues, 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.
Chapter completed!