Literary notes about fusillade (AI summary)
In literature, the term fusillade is employed both in its literal sense—a rapid, overwhelming burst of gunfire—and in a more figurative manner to denote any barrage of sounds or actions. Its use in battle scenes is vivid and immediate, as when entire trenches are assaulted by a relentless fusillade of artillery [1] or when imminent danger is marked by a furious volley of shots [2]. Equally, authors harness the word to evoke a sudden onslaught of verbal or nonverbal expressions, such as a torrent of oaths [3] or even a cascade of bird songs heralding a new day [4]. This versatility allows fusillade to convey the intensity of physical combat as well as the metaphorical barrage in everyday exchanges, creating a dynamic and immersive narrative impact [5][6][7].
- Then, when the enemy were practically at hand-grips with those holding the advanced trenches, a terrible fusillade opened upon the Prussians.
— from True Stories of the Great War, Volume 2 (of 6) Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses - Thereupon Rogers ordered the constabulary to open fire, their shots being answered by a fusillade from the Moros barricaded in the house.
— from Where the Strange Trails Go Down Sulu, Borneo, Celebes, Bali, Java, Sumatra, Straits Settlements, Malay States, Siam, Cambodia, Annam, Cochin-China by E. Alexander (Edward Alexander) Powell - he roared, rushing back with a fusillade of oaths.
— from Nan of Music Mountain by Frank H. (Frank Hamilton) Spearman - Spring mornings we shall be awakened by a fusillade of bird songs.
— from Woman by Magdeleine Marx - Then, with an angry shout, he stopped the fusillade.
— from The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great Canal by F. S. (Frederick Sadleir) Brereton - And then, with a fusillade of shots that was [98] well-nigh deafening, the cause of it all came to a sudden stop.
— from The Moving Picture Girls at Rocky Ranch Or, Great Days Among the Cowboys by Laura Lee Hope - By dint of advancing, he reached a point where the fog of the fusillade became transparent.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
