Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 218 Sudden Turnaround?

There are only three or five days before the New Year's Eve, tens of thousands of Qin troops live lively under the city of Luoyang.

The money, food and supplies from Xiangcheng arrived one after another, and the army camps were also full of joy.

Just because of King Yu's words, Luoyang City was broken, and the meritorious service was five points.

In other words, if you make the first contribution, you will get eight points of merit, which is enough to replace sixteen acres of land.

"I'm so envious!"

As an auxiliary soldier, Wang Chunqing was running the supplies, money and food, especially the ten huge red cannons, which weighed four to five thousand catties.

It is difficult to walk in the snow in winter, and the ground is muddy. It is only thirty or forty miles a day, and I do not know how many people have tossed it.

Of course, as old captives who have been tamed and worked for a year, they are responsible for monitoring the newly captured [-] Western troops, and moving money, food and supplies.

Using the left army to supervise the western army, His Royal Highness Prince Yu is really good.

"Not bad!"

Zhu Caochang, who was in charge of food and salary and examination of merit, squinted his eyes, and his tall and thin head showed incomparable prestige.

He stared at the arrival of the red-clothed cannon himself, repeatedly, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at the soldier in front of him, Zhu Mou smiled and said: "This matter is well done, although it took a lot of time, but in the end it is safe and sound."

"This is what a humble job should do."

Wang Chunqing was overwhelmed by the flattery. It was already a great leap from being a prisoner to serving as an auxiliary soldier. He was really pleasantly surprised to be praised.

"Those [-] Western thieves are still untamed."

Zhu Mou said kindly: "You have surrendered to the King of Yu for half a year, and you already belong to the elderly. Now that you have made great achievements in operating grain and grass, His Highness has already spoken. You can choose to be soldiers in the future to avoid the pain of farming."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness!" Wang Chunqing was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed his hands.

Immediately, Wang Chunqing returned to the camp with an excited face, sharing the joy.

"How can we say that our Zuozhen is also an officer and soldier, which is very different from the Western Thieves."

"His grandma is finally able to be an officer and soldier. I heard that Qin Jun has enough food and drink, and his monthly salary is never in arrears. I have thought about it a long time ago..."

The auxiliary barracks erupted instantly.

Don't be afraid of comparison in everything, the more you compare, the more sad you will be.

Zuo Zhen is free as he pleases, and he can plunder the people at will.

But this thing is just like hunting, there are good and bad, a hungry meal is a full meal, how can it be enough to eat and drink every day.

After planting the land for half a year, the thorns have been suppressed long ago, and now they all want to join the army and live a good life.

Of course, the defeat of the Manchus in the city of Ruzhou made King Yu's reputation reach the peak in an instant, and everyone wanted to follow a general who was victorious in all battles.

Wang Chunqing smiled, took out a bag of fried rice noodles, soaked them in a wooden basin, poured the freshly boiled hot water, and made them sticky.

He carefully tore up a piece of jerky horse meat and mixed it into the paste, and the aroma immediately overflowed.

The Eight Banners beheaded the war horses, and the Qin soldiers benefited. If they can't finish eating, they smoke, and their auxiliary soldiers can also share some.

"Head, where did you get the charcoal here?"

The auxiliary soldiers on the side were also busy doing the same thing, looking at the glowing red clay fire stove, they couldn't help asking.

"I heard it's next to Luoyang."

Wang Chunqing roasted on the fire, muttered while eating the mush: "It's also fortunate that King Yu sent out the charcoal, otherwise many people would be sick."

"Hey, we have charcoal, Jianu doesn't, let's see how they survive!"

On the side, the auxiliary soldiers gloated.

Eating mush, thinking about the happy days of being a soldier in the future, I became more and more happy.

In the middle army, His Royal Highness Prince Yu was roasting by the fire, drinking the boiled tea, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Chen Yongfu, You Shiwei and other generals sitting around him were drinking bitter tea while pretending to be very nice.

"Transshipment in winter is difficult. Although the volume of fried noodles is small, the burden is still huge."

Seeing the different expressions of the generals, King Yu couldn't help saying softly.

Obviously, they prefer wine, and drinking tea for them is no less than a cow chewing peonies.

It's a pity that Prime Minister Huideng is not here. This guy is arty, even if it tastes bad, he looks very interested, and he can even come up to ask a few questions about the origin of the tea.

"Also, even though the charcoal was mined, there are still many soldiers with frostbite, so Luoyang must be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Your Highness said so."

Chen Yongfu hurriedly put down the tea, cupped his hands and said: "Now that the red cannon has arrived, Luoyang City is naturally within reach."

"If it weren't for the casualties of the sons and daughters, Luoyang would have taken it long ago."

You Shiwei also spoke, his face full of joy.

Among Luoyang, there are three kings, two county kings, and one prince. This is a great achievement.

The king of Yu eats meat, so it is feasible for them to get a little bit of money and get a Earl Dangdang.

The other generals were also eager to try, and even clamored to kill the fake King Yu in order to express their anger for His Highness.

Morale is available.

Zhu Yixi touched his shallow goatee, and then laughed loudly: "A mere false king, a barbarian, who doesn't know how to write Yu characters, even dares to claim it arbitrarily, he deserves to die."

Liu Tingjie stepped forward, his eyes were bright, and he said loudly: "Mingjie camp please go first, and the city will surely fall, and the false king will be captured alive!!"

"Okay!" Zhu Yixi stood up and said with a big laugh, "General Liu is so ambitious, why can't I fulfill it?"

Therefore, amidst the remorse and envy of the crowd, Liu Tingjie came out on top and won the favor of King Yu.

When it was decided to attack the city tomorrow, it was night, and it snowed heavily for two consecutive days. The snow was three inches thick, and the sky and the earth were completely white.

As a last resort, the offensive had to be delayed, leaving Luoyang City struggling for two days.

On the third day, the whole Qin army attacked, and ten red cannons were slowly moved out, two miles away from Luoyang, and slowly put out.

The huge red-clothed cannon silenced the entire Luoyang city for a moment.

Whether it is Duoduo or Geng Zhongming, they all know the red cannon very well, and it is precisely because of this that they are even more afraid.

Duoduo was wearing a mink fur hat, looking at the black-spotted Qin army, his bald forehead couldn't stop the wind, and his scalp was numb.

Geng Zhongming clenched his hands tightly, they were all wet, and his fingers were about to bleed.

Kong Youde is a rough man, but his thinking is simple, how to save his life and escape under this cannon?

You know, since the three of them returned to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, they have always maintained an artillery advantage over the Ming army. In the Battle of Jinzhou that year, fifty red cannons smashed Jinzhou down.

As for the Ming army in Jinzhou, there were at most twenty.

Of course, to this day, they still can't figure out how the Qin army has so many red cannons.

"The Qing Dynasty has never surrendered!"

Duoduo's eyes were red, and when he saw the artillery on the other side approaching a little bit, he couldn't help but growl:
"Warriors of the Eight Banners never fear death, let alone surrender to lowly Han people, fight to the death!"

"Of course!" Geng Zhongming scolded in his heart with a determined face, and couldn't help but agree: "Since the day he returned to the Qing Dynasty, the last general has never thought of changing his family."

"Even if he dies, the last general will drag a few Ming troops to his back!"

Kong Youde also said in a low voice.

"Okay!" Although Duduo didn't know what they really thought, he felt a little relieved.

Suddenly, the few people who were full of sacrifices saw the cannons in fire clothes under the city, and suddenly gathered them together again.

"This is?"

(End of this chapter)