The "giants" wielding chainsaws, serrated shields, and carrying gun barrels on their shoulders, once entering the city, seemed to have intensified the battle, with houses exploding and flames erupting from time to time, not much different from before.
New Naples, this dead city, seemed like a devil's lair devouring everything.
Screams, wails, artillery fire, and gunshots composed a dirge of Hell.
The British soldiers digging breastworks on the shore, occupying the tower, adjusting ship cannons aimed at the French Fleet, occasionally turned to glance back, their faces filled with worry.
They had no heart to confront the Frenchmen, almost everyone fixated on the passage leading from the port to the city.
Suddenly, the sound of panic-stricken footsteps approached gradually.
"Help! Someone, quick!"
"Ah, no!"
