Tomorrow - v5 Chapter 151

Chapter 151 The Fortified St. Peter’s Basilica

On May 6, the eleventh year of China, the sun in Rome was hot and fierce.

The new pope is about to appear, and the cloudless city of Rome is enough to show how bright and great this pope is.

Whether it is the clear and clean singing of the boys or the wide-ranging accordion sound, all are mixed with the pious prayers of the people, and finally converged into a torrent of sounds, extending far from the square, and finally engraved in forever Between heaven and earth.

Six trumpeters appeared on the high spire of Peter’s Basilica. A burst of loud trumpets suppressed all the sounds in the square, and people slowly stopped praying.

People nearby stood up straight, and stared at the empty window with fiery eyes.

People in the distance stood on tiptoes and craned their necks to get their bodies closer to the greatest existence in the world.

The main entrance of St. Peter’s Basilica slowly opened.

The first to come out was a priest holding a cross flag in one hand and a torch representing the light in the other. He took every step of the way extremely dignified, and each step was of the same size, as if a ruler was over-measured.

Immediately behind him were seventy mighty halberds wearing feathered helmets, uniforms with red, yellow, and blue stripes, and armed with ancient weapons, as well as twenty-five men in similar costumes but wearing bearskin hats. Non-commissioned officer, and four officers.

After they walked out of the church, they stood quietly on the high platform, naturally separating the nobles and civilians on the square from the crown of the pope.

Little Descartes found that with the barriers of these people, if someone wanted to use a musket to assassinate the Pope, it was simply impossible.

As far as European muskets are concerned, there is no such accuracy at all.

I heard Zhang Liang said that there are a few huge test muskets in the Weapons Research Institute of Yushan Academy that are equipped with scopes. They may have the ability to kill the Pope at this distance, but they are still not enough. Insurance.

However, this thing should have a lot of room for improvement. After studying the grandfather’s optics, we can see if the telescope can be improved to make it more in line with the optical effect. It should be useful.

Little Descartes wiped the sweat on his forehead and shrank his body quietly. He was worried that after the explosion of five thousand catties of gunpowder, his safety could not be guaranteed three hundred meters away.

“Why, is the sun shining on you?” Professor Paris knows what Mr. Descartes is going to do. In his opinion, the reason why Mr. Descartes wants to risk contact with the Knights of the Church is to find a strong enough for this child. Backer.

In the future, this child will definitely be a noble noble, and he should also be a noble with great power. At this time, pay more attention to him. Maybe there will be good results in the future.

“I want to climb up this statue to make it look better.”

Descartes pointed to the statue of the Virgin carved with white jade on the huge stone base not far away and whispered to Professor Paris.

Professor Paris smiled and agreed, and little Descartes immediately hid behind the boulder pedestal. The statue of the Virgin is not tall, and even if it breaks or falls, it won’t hurt him.

At this moment, the trumpet sound ended. Immediately, six huge horns came out from above the church. The low sound of the horn seemed to sound from a distance, and then from the distance back to the square.

When the horn sounded, the pigeons resting on the eaves of the church immediately flew, messy, but spectacular.

“Stand firmly, don’t fall.”

Professor Paris shouted loudly to little Descartes who was climbing the base of the statue.

At the same time, the bell of St. Peter’s Church finally rang.

Pope Alexander VII, wearing a crown, appeared on the window in the middle of the church, wearing a full suit.

Because it is twelve o’clock, naturally twelve bells will ring.

While all eyes were on the pope, little Descartes stopped climbing the sculpture base, leaned his body on the base, and silently counted the bells.

“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…”

When he counted to ten, his feet trembled slightly. He immediately leaned his body tightly on the boulder base and looked up at the towers on both sides of the Tiber Bridge…

The church bell was very loud, but the eleventh was particularly loud, with a sharp whistle.

First, three shells hit the pope’s seat almost at the same time, and then twelve large black iron **** roared from the opposite bank of the Tiber River.

The first to feel wrong was Grand Duke Dara Toray, the regiment of the Hospitaller Knights. For many years, he had been fighting the Ottoman Empire and was familiar with Ottoman artillery.

And Grand Duke Władysław, the head of the Teutonic Order, yelled first: “Enemy attack!”

As soon as the sound fell, I heard three loud noises coming from the window of the church. These three loud noises mixed with the twelfth bell, making it even more deafening.

Halfway through the ringing of the bell, people watched as a large group of dark shells slammed into the broken windows that had just been blown up by three blooming bombs…

“Enemy Attack—”

The officer of the Swiss Guard roared loudly.

Without waiting for the guards to move, the earth suddenly surging, and then a low, dumb muffled sound came from the ground, and as the paving stones leapt up, this loud noise was covered by people. It suddenly became clear, like a thunder that exploded above everyone’s heads!

Little Descartes leaned his body tightly on the boulder pedestal, and a wave of air surged from the direction of the church, and the benevolent Madonna immediately broke off from the middle. The head of the Virgin bounced on the boulder pedestal and rolled down Come, and finally fell at the feet of little Descartes, looking at little Descartes with a pair of compassionate eyes.

The masonry fell from mid-air and hit the square. In an instant, half of the tower of St. Peter’s Church was missing.

The people on the square, whether they were nobles, ladies, or commoners, monks, and envoys, were all in a mess. The important nobles were tightly guarded by the guarding shields. Unfortunately, these flimsy shields , Can only block some small stones and bricks. Little Descartes watched as a white jade angel statue fell from the sky, hitting the middle of the shield…

Little Descartes took a long breath of pungent gunpowder and continued to hide in the blind spot where the bricks and stones could not hit, and once again cast his eyes on the spire by the river.

The shells came again, this time, the target was the nobles who were hiding insanely.

“Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…”

Little Descartes is still counting. When he counts to fifty, the short blunderbuss at the spire will be evacuated…When he counts to ninety, the Ottoman artillery positions on the opposite bank of the Tiber will also be evacuated.

The short blunderbuss artillery has an obvious Ming manufacturing style, and must be taken away. As for the Ottoman artillery, they stay in place and ignore them.

“Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three…”

The short blunderbuss fired three shells once again. In a short period of thirty counts, the short blunderbuss had sprayed four rounds and twelve shells on the square. After another round, they should retreat.

“Shoo, shoo, shoo.” Three more shells flew up from the spire and landed on the hellish square on earth. There was no mercy, no mercy, only hot shells, which exploded over and over again in the square.

“Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three…”

When little Descartes counted to fifty, he saw some embarrassed guards running toward the spire on the bank of the Tiber.

The sound of gunfire sounded, and the two teams of musketeers appeared under the spire at some unknown time, holding their muskets, and shooting at the scattered guards who rushed over.

At this time, the square was full of smoke and dust, and finally all the masonry in the sky fell to the ground.

Archduke Dara Towley lifted the body of the guard, drew the stabbing sword and held it high, shouting loudly, “Get closer to me!”

As soon as his voice fell, a man dressed as a servant suddenly jumped up and pierced his back with a dagger. The war-timed Dara Drag Thunder dodged and avoided the dagger. A long blood hole was left on his back.

Before that servant could move again, seven or eight stabbing swords pierced into his body, and he fell to the ground after a weak struggle.

The guards once again surrounded the severely injured Grand Duke Dara Towley, but the Grand Duke shouted at Grand Duke Władysław who came by: “You have full authority to command!”

Grand Duke Władysław did not refuse, nodded and left with the guard, and raised his flag on a high platform.

“Boom boom boom boom…”

The cannonball rained on the stone ground, the huge iron ball bounced on the ground, and flew out in various strange directions, and no matter who blocked the cannonball’s advancement, it was torn to pieces in front of these iron balls. .

The crisp brass horn sounded, and Little Descartes finally counted to the number eighty.

At this time, there were no more shells falling from the sky, but the square became more dangerous, and there were always people dying unknowingly.

Grand Duke Władysław watched the Knights quickly encircled the square according to his instructions, and watched that the assassins who were shooting at each other with the Knights musketeers were gradually decreasing. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

His tight face finally got some slack, and he said to his adjutant: “The people on the square can’t let one go. They need to be carefully identified. It’s better to kill the mistake than to let it go!

Capture those gunmen alive, I want to know who they are! “

The sound of the bronze trumpet became more and more rapid, and a large number of knights appeared on the square, and those assassins who were looking for a chance to assassinate the nobles seemed to have disappeared, and no more assassin murders continued to occur.

At this time, the gunpowder on the square has dispersed, and blood has flowed into the river in the original solemn square. There are blasted masonry everywhere, corpses everywhere, and wounded people with broken heads everywhere.

Little Descartes saw that Professor Paris’s head was bleeding, and the other professors also screamed again and again. He was so ashamed that he felt that he was unharmed as if it were not right, so he found a piece and smashed it on his nose…

The nosebleeds were dripping down, but little Descartes had no intention of caring about it. The light of his eyes stared at the half-collapsed tower, thinking about what the Pope would do next if he didn’t die.

Damn St. Peter’s Basilica is too strong.