Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty to engage in infrastructure construction

Chapter 187

"How can the Hongyi cannon of the Ming army have such a long range?"

Fan Wencheng was shocked.

boom!
boom!
In the time it took to speak, another solid bullet came whistling.

The city walls and the ground are paved with blue bricks, and the earth and rocks are compacted, which is very strong.

Now, it's a disaster.

After the solid bullet landed on the ground, it made a crater on the hard ground, and then bounced off the hard ground and jumped into the distance.

Wherever he went, everything he touched was broken bones and tendons.

There were also solid bullets that directly crossed the city wall and fell into the city, causing the howls to continue.

The defenders at the top of the city panicked.

"Master, get down quickly!"

A guard came forward, supporting Fan Wencheng, and was about to pull down on the city wall.

"Let go of me! You dog slave! Are you trying to kill your master? The Great Khan handed over Shengjing City to me, how can I go down to the top of the city? I want to live and die with Shengjing City!"

Fan Wencheng roared, stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword in his waist, and under the rage, he was about to stab the guard who was pulling him.

"Master! Even if you kill the servant, the servant will have to pull you down. This place is too dangerous. We can't stop the Hongyi Cannon's fire!"

"Master, if something happens to you, the dragons in Shengjing City will be without a leader, and it will be over!"

The guards knelt on one knee, crying.

boom!
Just at this time, an iron ball hit the wall next to it, and directly smashed a gap in the female wall of the city wall. The iron ball still had momentum and hit a guard.

The guard suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, vomited blood, and seemed to be dead.

Fan Wencheng's face paled slightly, and he became jittery, and his mind suddenly came to his senses.

Yup!

The Great Khan handed Shengjing City over to him. If he died here, Shengjing City would have no leader, and it would fall into civil strife first, and maybe it would really be broken by the Ming army.

"oops!"

Fan Wencheng sighed heavily, and slashed at the city wall with his sword, leaving a hole in the city brick.

However, he didn't resist any more, and was supported by hand guards, got off the city wall, and hid in a safe place first.

Then, the deployment of troops began.

He has no choice.

I had some concerns at first, and didn't know what methods the Ming army had.

A Niulu soldier who was sent out before was defeated by the other party in a face-to-face meeting, and he dared not send troops casually.

Some Jurchen soldiers pleaded for orders and wanted to avenge Zhuobutai, but they were all suppressed by Fan Wencheng.

Now, he dared not delay any longer.

Overhead, cannonballs whizzed over, smashed on the city wall, and even flew into the city. Houses were smashed down, causing a frenzy.

A street in the city is full of workshops for making weapons and armor. The shells hit the stove, some houses were set ablaze, and some people shouted to put out the fire, adding to the chaos.

The city gate opened, and a group of cavalry rushed out.

In a hurry, Fan Wencheng gathered two soldiers of Niu Lu as vanguards.

Zhao Cheng has been watching the battle with binoculars, so he can see the enemy's movements clearly.

When he saw the city gate open, he gave an order.

More than a dozen Hongyi cannons were all aimed at the city gate and bombarded wildly.

The city gate is narrow, and the Tartars are crowded with soldiers and horses.

With more than a dozen Hongyi cannons, a round of salvo is a dozen solid bullets.

Even if there are three or four hits, they can cause huge damage if they hit the crowd.

These two Niulu men were hit head-on before they left the city.

They were also very fierce, watching their companions die tragically, they still roared and rushed forward.

Click!

Click!

A shell hit the suspension bridge and directly smashed the suspension bridge.

The few riders who were on the suspension bridge suddenly fell into the moat with their horses.

More than 100 riders had just passed the suspension bridge, and their retreat was cut off immediately.

The hundreds of riders behind were blocked in the city, and without the suspension bridge, they couldn't get out.

For a while, the more than 100 riders in front were also crowded and dared not move forward.The hundreds of riders behind were also crowded, unable to cross the moat.

tom!
tom!
How could the strong army miss this opportunity?

All the Hongyi cannons were replaced with flower bombs, and the shells fell from the sky one by one, and exploded in the crowd, suddenly a group of people turned their backs.

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

A Niu Lu Ezhen shouted at the back, and amidst the commotion, the cavalry in the city gate began to retreat into the city.

However, it is not so easy for hundreds of riders to turn around and retreat in a small space.

The more than 100 riders who had just passed the moat fell into despair.

Even if they wanted to go back to the city, they couldn't.

If you go forward...

Zhuobutai took Niulu's troops to attack the Ming army, but they were all defeated and almost wiped out.

What's more, they only have more than 100 rides?
To go up is to die!
With this hesitation, another wave of bombs fell, and amidst the sound of the rumbling explosion, two or thirty people rustled and fell off the horse.

Niu Luerzhen, who took the lead, saw this and knew that if he stayed here any longer, he would die.

"go!"

With a greeting, he fled around the city with more than a hundred riders, and fled in the direction of another city gate.

Fan Wencheng looked at this scene and almost recited it in one breath.

The two Niulu men and horses would be a powerful force in the past, and the Ming army would be invincible in field battles!
Now, it was destroyed near the city gate.

Gathering troops and horses, even lost hundreds of people.

This battle is really impossible.

……

"Boom! Boom hard! Don't be afraid of wasting shells!"

Zhao Cheng put one hand on his waist and pointed in the direction of Shengjing City with the other, spitting stars flew straight.

He exchanged another batch of Hongyi cannons.

Now, with the city wall open, there are a total of thirty Hongyi cannons.

A group of ten guns was divided into three groups, and they fired in turn to prevent the gun barrel from overheating and causing the chamber to explode.

Don't underestimate the thirty Hongyi cannons, they are quite powerful.

Huang Taiji was in Chongzhen for four years, that is, one year ago, he began to use captured Ming craftsmen in Shengjing City to make Hongyi cannons, set up artillery battalions, and use Hongyi cannons on a large scale.

It was not until the 12th year of Chongzhen, that is, seven years later, that the Hongyi Cannon began to play a huge role in the Songjin War.

At that time, he owned [-] Hongyi cannons and bombarded the two cities of Tashan and Xingshan where the Ming army was stationed.

In other words, after another seven years of accumulation, Huang Taiji was able to mobilize sixty Hongyi cannons at one time.

Now, Zhao Cheng mobilized thirty Hongyi cannons at once.

Moreover, the power of this Hongyi cannon is much stronger than that of Huang Taiji.

In addition to the Hongyi cannon, Zhao Cheng also has more Napoleon cannons with a shorter range but greater power.

As long as the Tartars dare to go out of the city to fight, the Napoleon cannon will become their nightmare.

Thirty Hongyi cannons fired in turn, alternately solid bullets and flowering bullets.

The city wall of Shengjing City was gradually bombarded until it began to collapse.

How can the defenders at the top of the city stand up?

It has long since fled.

……

The king is back.

He was one of two detachments that went out to plunder the people.

In two hours, thousands of people were brought back, including men, women and children.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng was extremely satisfied.

These are all Han Chinese!

Zhao Cheng wanted to take down Shengjing and gain a firm foothold in the Liaodong area. It would definitely be impossible to rely on the hundreds of soldiers under his command.

There are too few people.

Even if you can win the battle, don't even think about occupying Shengjing City.

Shengjing City is the capital of the Tartars, with a large population and a strong will to resist.

Once the strong land army enters the city, it is likely to face street fighting.

Seven hundred soldiers went into the city to fight in the streets...

That is to die!

Once the distance is shortened, the bows and arrows of the Tartars will become very deadly.

Therefore, Zhao Cheng had to explode.

He stood on a high place and glanced at it.

Among the thousands of people brought this time, there were as many as two to three hundred young men.

This ratio seems a bit too high.

After thinking about it for a while, you can understand why.

These people all lived under the rule of the Jurchens.

The Jurchens don't raise waste.

It is conceivable that once you are old and weak, you may not have the qualifications to live.

The Jurchens killed the "foodless" more than once.

Aware of the old and weak among the Han people, they will not be stingy in the slightest.

This is the war of races.

Those who are left are kings, and if they are defeated, they can only be slaughtered by others.

"Folks, you have suffered! My official Ming Dynasty imperial court ordered the Huai'an garrison officer to liberate you! From today onwards, you will resume your Daming citizenship! You can be a member of the Ming Dynasty again! No one will bully you anymore! No one will ever bully you again! Kill you at will!"

Zhao Cheng's voice was clear and bright, and he was a little excited when he said something.

They are the masters of the king and drove away the invaders.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains!

How wonderful!
This is also the reason why he has the name of the court.

The teacher is famous.

However, after Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he looked at the thousand or so villagers, all of them staring at him with expressionless faces.

It's not all expressionless, there are even a few older people with panic on their faces...

Zhao Cheng could tell that this was not excitement and excitement, but real panic.

seem……

They don't want to be Daming people again?

"Are you all deaf? Didn't you hear my Master Zhao? Your good days are coming! From now on, you can be Daming people again!"

Next to him, Niu Dali became unhappy, and shouted while waiting for his eyes.

When he roared, the thousand or so people immediately kneeled down.

"Master, please spare me!"

"Master, let us go!"

"I beg the military master to let our family go! After we go back, we will set up a tablet for the military master and offer incense every day to worship!"

"..."

I don't know who took the lead, but all these people kowtowed hard and begged for mercy.

Zhao Cheng was choked immediately.

Judging by what these people mean, they really don't want to be the common people of Ming Dynasty?

"Give me peace!"

Zhao Cheng got angry and roared.

He stepped forward and picked up an elderly man.

He could see that the old man seemed very prestigious.

"Tell me! Do you want to be Ming people? We are Master Wang! We are here to regain lost ground! Tell the truth, don't be afraid!"

"Master Jun, please spare me! The little old man dare not..."

The old man had panic on his face.

"Don't dare to dare! You can answer whatever our Lord Zhao asks! If you dare to say a nonsense, I will kill you with a knife!"

Niu Dali drew out his waist knife from the side, and gesticulated on the old man's neck.

Zhao Cheng glared at him, and he backed away muttering.

"You can say what you think. Don't worry, our strong army is a teacher of benevolence and righteousness, and we don't kill ordinary people indiscriminately." Zhao Cheng's tone slowed down a bit.

"Mr. Jun, if you are really a teacher of benevolence and righteousness, you should let us all go! We don't want to be the common people of Ming Dynasty. From now on, we are willing to go to the deep mountains and old forests, and never come out again, and don't give our lives to the Tartars anymore. !"

Seeing that Zhao Cheng seemed to be easy to talk to, the old man begged boldly.

"what?"

Zhao Cheng was really taken aback.

At first it was just a slight guess, but now that the old man said it himself, he was still a little shocked.

"Old man, you speak Chinese, judging by your age, you should have grown up in Daming.

If those children were born in the Kingdom of Jin, or became slaves of the Kingdom of Jin when they were young, it would be understandable if they were brainwashed and ignorant.

You grew up in the Ming Dynasty and were educated, how could you say such a thing?Don't you welcome Master Wang?Don't you want to go back to Daming and live a good life? "

Zhao Cheng asked again and again.

The old man's eyes flickered, and he obviously didn't dare to speak.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng didn't directly force him, and first exchanged a batch of steamed buns from the system mall.

Baskets of white flour steamed buns were piled up next to each other, and then the conversation continued.

"Old man, tell the truth. Don't worry, we won't kill people for no reason. As I said, our strong army is a teacher of benevolence and righteousness.

If you want to kill you, there is no need to talk to you about it.Your fate is only in my mind.

As long as you tell the truth, these steamed buns will be distributed to you, one white flour steamed bun per person.

If what you say is reasonable, I can still let you go. "

"Really...Really? What you said, Junye, is it true?"

the old man asked hesitantly.

"Of course! Can this steamed bun be fake?"

Zhao Cheng casually picked up a steamed bun and tossed it in his hand twice.

The old man looked at the steamed bun, and then at the crowd, his eyes were fixed on the steamed bun, and the children were swallowing their saliva.

White flour steamed buns!
Although they can eat, they can't usually eat such delicious white flour steamed buns.

"Master Jun, we don't ask for white flour steamed buns either. If Lord Jun is benevolent, please let us go! We don't want to go back to Daming."

The old man sighed heavily and said.

"Why? Are you addicted to being slaves? The area around Shengjing is now under the control of the Jurchens. If you are here, you are their slaves! You are inferior people."

Zhao Cheng was a little sad for his misfortune, and angry for not fighting.

"Master Jun, you have elevated us. We are not qualified to serve as slaves to the Jurchens!" The old man said with some panic.

He didn't understand why Master Zhao suddenly became so angry?

"The Jurchens accept slaves, there are conditions! Those who can serve as their slaves will be able to eat enough and wear warm clothes.

Like us, although we are not qualified to be slaves to the banner people, in the village, we can farm for those banner people, help them graze, do labor, and get a bite of food.

Here we will not go hungry.If we go back to Daming, we will starve to death! "

What the old man said completely choked Zhao Cheng.

Nima!

What does this tell him?
(End of this chapter)