The French doors on the west side of the second floor of the villa, along with the frames, had vanished without a trace. Half of the wall just behind the windows had collapsed, revealing jagged red bricks, while the corridor on the other side of the wall was filled with brick dust and bloodstains. A hole had been punctured in the roof as well; how the cannonballs managed to turn up there was anyone's guess.
Cheers like a tidal wave came from outside; the makeshift gunners felt as though they had punched Count Tirolle themselves, the thrill of vengeance rushing to their heads.
Several gunners were preparing to reload when they suddenly noticed the guards, who had been laying at various windows taking aim, beginning to panic. Most of them withdrew back inside the villa.
"Look, those guys are scared!" someone immediately shouted pointing at the villa.
"They know the crimes they've committed, and now they're feeling guilty."
"Let's all rush in there, and avenge our families!"