Chapter 151 The Fortified St. Peter's Basilica

On the 6th day of May in the 11th year of China, the sun in Rome was blazing and fierce.

A 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 children, or the sound of the accordion with a wide range, it is all mixed with the pious prayers of the people, and finally converges into a torrent of sound, which extends far from the square, and finally is engraved between heaven and earth forever.

On the high spire of Peter's Basilica, six trumpeters appeared, and the loud sound of trumpets silenced all the sounds in the square, and the people slowly stopped praying.

The people nearby straightened up and stared at the empty window with fiery eyes.

People in the distance stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, trying to get their bodies closer to the greatest being on earth.

The main entrance to St. Peter's Basilica slowly opens.

The first to come out was a priest with a cross flag in one hand and a torch representing light in the other, and he walked with great dignity with every step, and every step was the same size, as if a ruler had been measured.

He was followed by seventy mighty halberders wearing feathered helmets, red, yellow, and blue striped uniforms, and armed with ancient long weapons, as well as twenty-five non-commissioned officers in the same costume but wearing bearskin top hats, and four officers.

When they came out of the church, they stood quietly on the high platform, naturally separating the nobles and commoners in the square from the high crown of the Pope.

Descartes the Younger found that with these people, it was impossible for anyone to assassinate the pope with a musket.

As far as the current European muskets are concerned, there is simply no such accuracy.

Listening to Zhang Liang, there are a few huge test muskets in the weapons research institute of Yushan Academy, which are not in shape and equipped with scopes, and may have the ability to snipe the Pope at this distance, but this thing is still not enough insurance.

However, there should be a lot of room for improvement in this thing, and it should be useful to wait until I have studied my grandfather's optics to see if we can improve the telescope to make it more in line with the optical effect.

Little Descartes wiped the sweat from his forehead and quietly shrank his body back, he was very worried that after the explosion of 5,000 catties of gunpowder, his safety could not be guaranteed from 300 meters away.

"What, is the sun on you?" Professor Paris knew what Mr. Descartes was going to do, and it seemed to him that the reason why Mr. Descartes had to take the risk of approaching the Knights of the Church was to find a strong enough backer for the child.

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

"I want to climb this statue to look a little clearer."

Descartes whispered to Professor Paris as he pointed to the white jade carved statue of the Virgin on a pedestal of a boulder not far away.

Professor Paris smiled and agreed, and little Descartes immediately hid behind the pedestal of the boulder, for the statue of the Virgin was not too tall to hurt him even if it broke or fell.

At this moment, the trumpet ended, and immediately six more huge trumpets poked out from above the church, and the low sound of the trumpets seemed to sound from afar, and then reversely from afar back to the square.

When the trumpet sounded, the pigeons, which were perched on the eaves of the church, immediately flew up, chaotic but spectacular.

"Stand firm, don't fall."

Professor Paris shouted loudly to Little Descartes, who was climbing the statue's pedestal.

At the same time, the bells of St. Peter's Church finally rang.

Pope Alexander VII, wearing a tiara, appeared in the window in the middle of the church.

Since it was twelve o'clock, there would naturally be twelve bells.

While all eyes were on the Pope, Descartes Jr. stopped climbing the pedestal of the sculpture, leaned his body on the pedestal, and silently counted the bells.

"Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten......"

Just as he counted to ten, his feet trembled slightly, and he immediately leaned his body against the base of the boulder and looked up at the towers on either side of the bridge over the Tiber......

The church bells were loud, but the eleventh was especially loud with a shrill whistle.

First three cannonballs slammed into the Pope's seat at almost the same time, followed by twelve large black iron balls whizzing from across the Tiber.

The first to feel wrong was the Archduke Dala Tuore, the head of the Knights Hospitaller, who had been fighting the Ottoman Empire for many years and was familiar with Ottoman artillery.

And the head of the Teutonic Knights, Grand Duke Władysław, was the first to shout: "Enemy attack! ”

As soon as the sound fell, three loud bangs were heard from the window of the church, and these three loud noises were mixed with the twelfth bell to make them even more deafening.

Halfway through the bell, people watched as a large swarm of black shells smashed into the shattered windows that had just been blown up by three flowering shells......

"Enemy attack—"

The officers of the Swiss escort roared loudly.

Before the people of the escort could make a move, the earth suddenly surged, and then a low, hoarse muffled sound came from the ground, and as the stones leaped up, the loud sound that was muffled suddenly became clear, like a thunderclap, exploding above everyone's heads!

Little Descartes leaned his body tightly against the pedestal of the boulder, and a wave of air came from the direction of the church, and the statue of the Virgin Mary immediately broke off in the middle, and the head of the statue bounced on the pedestal, and then rolled down, and finally landed at the feet of little Descartes, who was looking at little Descartes with a pair of compassionate eyes.

The masonry fell from mid-air and smashed into the square, and half of the tower of St. Peter's Church disappeared in an instant.

The people in the square, whether they were nobles, noblewomen, or commoners, monks, and envoys, were all in chaos, and the important nobles were protected by the shields of the guards, but unfortunately, these light shields could only block some small stones and bricks......

Little Descartes took a long breath of pungent gunsmoke, continued to hide in the dead corner where bricks and stones could not hit, and once again cast his eyes on the minaret by the river.

The cannonballs struck again, this time targeting the nobles who were frantically hiding.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three......"

Descartes the Younger was still counting, and when he counted to fifty, the cannons at the minaret would be withdrawn...... By the time he counted to ninety, the Ottoman artillery positions on the other side of the Tiber would also be withdrawn.

The short-gun artillery has an obvious Ming manufacturing style, and must be taken away, as for those Ottoman guns, they are left in place and ignored.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three......"

The short-gun cannon once again spewed out three shells, and in just thirty numbers, the short-gun artillery had already sprayed four rounds of twelve shells into the square, and in one more round, it was time for them to retreat.

"Boom, boom, boom" Three more cannonballs flew up from the minaret and landed on the hellish square on earth, and there was no mercy, no mercy, only blazing shells, which exploded over and over again in the square.

"Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three......"

When Descartes the Younger counted to fifty, he saw some of the bewildered guards running towards the minarets on the banks of the Tiber.

Shots rang out, and two teams of musketeers appeared at the bottom of the minaret, muskets in hand, firing at the scattered guards who rushed towards them.

At this time, thick smoke billowed from the square, dust was flying, and all the bricks and stones in the sky finally fell to the ground.

Grand Duke Darla Tuo Lei lifted the body of the guard, drew his sword and raised it high, and shouted, "Come close to me!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, a man dressed as a servant jumped up and stabbed him in the back of the heart with a dagger, and the war-hardened Dara Trere dodged, but the dagger did not hit the back of the heart, leaving a long bloody cut in his back.

Before the servant could make any more moves, seven or eight swords stabbed into his body, and he fell to the ground with a feeble struggle.

The guards once again surrounded the battered Archduke Darla Tuore, who yelled at the approaching Archduke Władysław: "You have full command! ”

Archduke Władysław did not shirk, nodded and left with the escort, and raised his flag on a high platform.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The cannonballs rained down on the rocky ground, and the huge iron balls bounced on the ground and flew out in all sorts of strange directions, and whoever stood in the way of the cannonballs was torn apart in front of them.

A crisp brass trumpet sounded, and Descartes the younger finally counted to eighty.

At this time, no more shells fell from the sky, but the square became more dangerous, and people died unconsciously.

Grand Duke Władysław watched as the Knights quickly surrounded the square as he commanded, and as the number of Assassins who were firing at each other's musketeers was decreasing.

The tense face finally relaxed a little, and said to his adjutant: "The people in the square can't let go of one, they need to be carefully identified, and they would rather kill the wrong one than let it go!"

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

The sound of the brass trumpet became more and more urgent, and a large number, a large number of knights, appeared in the square, and the Assassins who were looking for an opportunity to assassinate the nobles seemed to have disappeared, and no more Assassin killings continued.

At this time, the smoke of gunpowder in the square had dissipated, and the originally solemn square was already full of blood, with blown bricks and stones everywhere, corpses everywhere, and wounded people with broken heads and bleeding everywhere.

Little Descartes saw that Professor Paris's head was bleeding, and the rest of the professors were screaming and discouraged, and felt that it was not so right that he was unharmed, so he found a piece and smashed it on his nose......

The nosebleeds were dripping down, but little Descartes didn't have the heart to care about it, his eyes staring at the half-collapsed tower, thinking about what to do next if the Pope didn't die.

The damned St. Peter's Basilica is just too strong.