Shells, like a storm of hail, rained down from the sky.
The violent explosions covered Puluo First Avenue in patches, devastating the solid ground into a trembling surface rippling with countless waves.
The fierce shock waves propelled dust and thick smoke along the street, crashing into the buildings on both sides, shattering glass and destroying everything, and then spewing out from windows in other directions. Fiery blazes mingled with thick smoke shot into the sky, blocking out the sun, with bright flashes reverberating in the rolling smoke, like the muffled roar of a thousand thunderclaps.
For those not present, it is hard to imagine this apocalyptic scene.
Not speaking of seeing it, just the seemingly endless sound of explosions alone can drive a person to madness.
The bombardment lasted for a full half-hour.
