伴随着一声轰鸣.
A stone projectile struck the tower, seemingly causing a magic array in this ancient, thousand-year-old city wall to fail at several edge locations. Unlike before, the stone was not deflected outward; instead, it cut the tower in half with a forceful blow.
Falling stones, the crossbow carriage stored in the tower, and a small hand-pushed cannon crashed down with a roar.
Piercing screams arose, while in the distance, the enemy shouted in excitement.
The power of hundreds of cannons was immensely terrifying; all of Constantinople trembled as if it had returned to a time when earthquakes were frequent. Every soldier defending the city curled up under the protection of the stone walls, yet from time to time, stone projectiles flew into the city, demolishing residential houses.
But towers crumbling like the one just now were few; the vast majority of the city walls and towers remained steadfast under such fierce cannon fire, greatly boosting the morale of the defenders.
