"Whoosh... boom!"
Moonlight like water, yet flashes of fire flicker in the night. The first gunpowder arrow streaks past the fence, exploding into a burst of flying sparks, traveling a great distance, and igniting the huts at the back. Then, dozens of gunpowder arrows fly in succession, flames dancing in chaotic trajectories in the night sky, like fierce spears hurled by the gods. Sparks scattered throughout the camp, flames spreading instantly, whether the fence, huts, or hay piles, all ignite at the points where the arrows land.
"Dios mío! Almighty! Gunpowder arrows? How can barbarians use such hellish things?"
Heavenly fire flickers everywhere, the faint firelight illuminating the startled faces of the Castilian Expeditionary Army. The impact of these gunpowder arrows was far greater than their actual damage! And once they truly ignite the buildings, they transform from sparks into an inferno, truly beginning to devour the final stronghold of the expeditionary army!
