"Boom boom boom"
...
Rockets exploded one after another near the "Big Bertha."
From the outside, it was impossible to tell if they hit their target, but one could see "Big Bertha" engulfed in flames and smoke. Several artillerymen were killed or wounded, some caught fire, flailing their limbs and screaming chaotically in the flames.
In Shire's telescope eye piece, there was nothing to be seen; "Big Bertha" was just out of his line of sight.
After a long while with no follow-up, Shire sighed inwardly, ultimately, they hadn't succeeded. The rockets probably couldn't threaten this thick-skinned behemoth, or only cause it minor malfunctions that a little maintenance could fix and put it back in operation.
Eric, who executed the mission, thought the same. He glanced back at the "Big Bertha," gave the cabin a hard slap, and cursed, "Damn it! We need more rockets, one more time!"
