Chapter 268 (1/2)
Night, cold rain.
A large airship is like a giant shark in the deep sea, passing slowly under the thick black clouds.
Dozens of bright beams of light shot out from under the airship's pod, tearing open the night and rain, and illuminating the center of the portusese's Wharf camp.
The rain drops of the size of soybean particles slide through the light column, and the raindrops are bright by the light column, which makes people feel cold like a knife.
In the potusese camp, men and women screamed like ghosts.
They rushed out of the camp, following the survival instinct handed down by their ancestors, with a little belongings, trying to escape in the dark.
On all sides there was a heavy sound of horse's hooves and noisy footsteps. On one open carriage, a large gas lamp burst out a strong blue white light. After being reflected by a glass mercury concave mirror, it turned into a light column with a diameter of several feet into the camp, making the whole camp as bright as day.
The cavalry of large groups waving scabbard sabers, like the demons rushing out of hell, galloping in the dark.
The scabbard struck the fleeing botusel on his shoulder, and the sound of the heavy blow spread far away in the night. The beaten potusai uttered a shrill cry and tumbled on the ground.
The cavalry yelled and roared.
”On your knees, on your knees!”
”No running Son of a bitch, get down on your knees
”Kill the rebels, kill the rebels! All on your knees
A large number of botusels were beaten to the ground in a howl, and many more knelt on the ground.
In the dark behind the pillar of light, in the chariot surrounded by four wheeled carriages, a large group of armed soldiers lit torches and surrounded the whole camp.
A wise man left his belongings and rushed to the trestle of the wharf in two or three steps, ready to jump into the river to escape.
On a giant airship less than a thousand feet above the ground, a series of giant bombs fell like a pheasant laying eggs. Round bombs with a diameter of more than 1000 millimetres splashed tens of feet of water on the river. Then, with a dull roar, huge water jets exploded two or three hundred feet high.
Several bright beams of light shone on the trestle, and some intelligent botusels raised their hands high and slowly knelt down in panic.
Who dares to jump into the river?
Who dares?
The war airships of the Royal airship brigade were all used. When they met, they dropped a series of at least hundreds of giant bombs!
The cost of these bombs
Several bottuses on the trestle wanted to cry.
They estimated that if they were killed, Stuart IX would claim at most one or two gold marks But these giant bombs, how much does a bomb cost?
A bomb, can replace them more than ten bad lives?
Why?
What did they do?
What did they do?
Is it some dumb bastard who touched the bottom of the imperial princess in the street?
Even so, it's not like this, right?