Boom!
A loud bang shattered the night silence.
In the alleys and dark passages, dogs barked wildly, and many citizens were awakened, lighting their candles here and there.
Some citizens stepped outside their homes, looking with uncertainty towards the distance.
The sound resembled fireworks.
But ordinary fireworks weren't this loud.
The direction seemed to be the West City.
What happened over there...
...
On Confucius Temple Street, smoke and dust filled the air, the scene was a wreck everywhere.
A large crater appeared in the middle of the street, nearby trees snapped in half, and a part of the temple's wall had collapsed.
Moans rang continuously, the ground was littered with severed limbs.
"My leg, my leg!"
A scarred man clutched his twisted leg tightly, screaming in agony, rolling on the ground, surrounded by the corpses of garrison soldiers.
Not far from him, Situ Qian's face was gloomy.
