The whistle of the falling shell drowned out the panicked screams.
Boom!
The shell landed in the very center of the procession, engulfing everything within a five-meter radius.
The carriage in the middle was blown to pieces, and the people inside were instantly reduced to pulp.
The two carriages ahead of and behind it were flipped into the air amid severed limbs.
The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with blood filled the entire street.
For one second after the explosion, the street was silent.
Then, in the next second-
Cries and wails erupted together.
It was like a massive rock plunging into a still lake.
What rose were not ripples, but towering waves.
"Help me!"
"Mom!"
"I want my mom!"
Countless voices flooded his ears.
Held in Qin Ran's grip, Luo Du witnessed it all.
He saw his most capable subordinate blown to pieces and innocent civilians caught in the blast. When a bewildered, helpless little girl with both legs blown off came into view, Luo Du's eyes instantly reddened.
He broke free of Qin Ran's hand, raised his flintlock, and aimed at the gunner on the roof.
The gunner wore a hooded cloak that concealed his face, but his frame was tall and burly. He carried a cannon on his shoulder alone, though it normally required three men to operate and wheels to move.
"You fucking bastard!"
Luo Du pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Thick smoke rose from the flintlock's firing mechanism as the ball shot toward the gunner.
The gunner did not dodge.
He let the ball strike his body.
No blood spurted out. He did not even take a step back.
He was completely... unharmed!
Luo Du froze, then drew the longsword at his waist and charged toward the roof opposite him.
At that moment, Luo Du