Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 300 Distributing Leaflets

Chang'an is a metropolis, the legendary ancient capital of thirteen dynasties.

Naturally, although the city walls of Chang'an City were not as gorgeous and thick as those in Beijing, they were not much worse. The city walls were not only high, but also thick. It was said that the thickness of the bottom of the city walls alone was tens of meters.

It was for this reason that Zhu Changyuan gave up the magical plan of using the siege artifact to punch holes and attack the city.

It's very simple, because the overall length of Zhu Changyuan's siege artifact is only about ten meters, even if the entire siege artifact is drilled into the hole, it can't dig half of the thickness of the city wall.Once the soil in front is excavated, it cannot be transported outside. At this time, the siege weapon is not easy to use.

Moreover, when drilling a hole in this kind of thick city wall, if the hole dug in the back collapses while working in the front, then it will be forced to stop.

In addition, Li Zicheng transported Guyuan's cannons to the head of Chang'an City as a whole. Now there are more than 300 cannons on the city wall. Not feasible.

Since it is difficult to attack the city, then don't attack, just wait for the people inside to open the city gate.

In this regard, Zhu Changyuan has already thought of a perfect countermeasure.

It has been known for a long time that Li Zicheng's army is short of food. Although the wheat is already ripe now, the soldiers of Zicheng went out to harvest and brought back not much food. Most of them were left in the field with straw after harvesting. shipped back.

Even if some of them are transported back, don't forget that there are 10,000+ troops in Chang'an City, and their stomachs are real.

"I've got one thing for you, be sure to do it well!" Zhu Changyuan lazily stood up from behind the table, and said to Polu: "Send a few hundred-man teams to patrol around Chang'an City, and investigate where the There are crops, where are the people Zicheng sent out to harvest wheat? These things are all our supplies now!"

You, Li Zicheng, can't come out of Chang'an City as a tortoise?Well, I will accept your crops first.

At worst, a few large combine harvesters were transported from modern society, and wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to harvest the crops on the ground around Chang'an City?
"Yes, master!" Polu led the order and went out.

Zhu Changyuan began to arrange people to do another thing.

Build airstrips.

Yes, if you want to disintegrate the morale of the army, you need to cooperate with some necessary propaganda methods, but now that Li Zicheng has locked himself in a tortoise shell, is he going to distribute leaflets at the gate of Chang'an City?
That's a joke!

Leaflets are to be distributed, but judging from the current situation, there is only one method and way to distribute leaflets, and that is to distribute leaflets from the sky to the ground. In other words, the only way to do this is by airplane.

Anyway, there are small planes brought from modern society in the system, so there is no need to use them!

Zhu Changyuan has a habit of carrying some daily necessities with him wherever he goes, no matter whether they are useful or not, such as fruits and drinking water. Carry a little with you.

For example, this time, it is necessary to build an airstrip several hundred meters long in the military camp. Isn't this project in the hands of Zhu Changyuan, an engineer in modern society, just a drizzle?
Work started that afternoon, and more than 1000 people armed with weapons simultaneously dug a trench about [-] centimeters deep and five meters wide on the ground.

Zhu Changyuan, the commander-in-chief of the army, even took out a level to adjust the level to keep the ground level.

After the trench was dug, the base was cleaned and leveled, and then the concrete was manually mixed on site next to the trench.

The weight of the plane transported from the modern society is not heavy, if it is empty, it is less than [-] kilograms, so let alone [-] centimeters thick concrete, even if it is only [-] centimeters thick, it can be used.

However, Zhu Changyuan planned to use the airport for a long time in the future, so he built it better, and the quality is of course not to mention.

After the concrete was mixed, it was poured into the trench on the spot, and the cable was kept level, and all the work was finished in one afternoon.The rest of the day is to wait for the concrete to solidify, and then the strength will slowly come up.

Under normal circumstances, it takes 28 days, or four weeks, for the strength of concrete to reach more than 80.00% of the expected strength. However, Zhu Changyuan can't wait that long, and he doesn't have to wait that long. Logically speaking, three days , which is strong enough to reach the expected 50.00%, is also sufficient.

Zhu Changyuan's army was stationed three miles south of Chang'an City. There was no movement for a few days, neither besieging the city nor retreating. Of course, they didn't besiege the city.
This made Li Zicheng furious.

"What are they doing? Look, it seems that a road has been built!" Li Zicheng stood at the top of the city, pointed to the runway in the distance and said to Liu Zongmin, "Is this road also used for attacking the city?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty!" Liu Zongmin looked at it and said, "It should be used to store military supplies. Don't worry, Your Majesty. What use can this road be for?"

"However, the widow is always worried!" Li Zicheng sighed, and suddenly said: "If there is a way to get this guy away, it will be fine, alas! I hate it."

"What do you hate, Your Majesty?" Liu Zongmin asked.

"I hate to listen to the words of the Song military master." Li Zicheng shook his head annoyedly, and said with a bitter face: "If the military master's strategy was used to stabilize Zhu Changyuan first, and then countermeasures were made, there was still a glimmer of hope. Daozu and I are fish and meat, how can I teach the poor not to hate!"

After listening to Li Zicheng's words, Liu Zongmin remained silent.

What can he say?Song Xiance is resourceful and resourceful, but everyone has already been beheaded by the king, so what's the use of regretting now?

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A few days later, all the people in Shaanxi who were closer to Chang'an City ran over. They were all poor refugees who responded to Zhu Changyuan's call and came from northern Shaanxi and even Gansu and Ningxia to wait for food. Now that I heard that Zhu Changyuan's army had arrived in the south of Chang'an City, they ran over naturally. Who wouldn't go there if they had food?

Zhu Changyuan's army already had plenty of food, and with the bumper rice harvest in Hanzhong, Kong He had already arranged for people to send the first batch of food to the army, so he was not stingy, of course, in order to fulfill the promise he made at that time .

All the refugees who came from all over Shaanxi were resettled not far from the military camp, and they were allowed to settle their own housing, since they had enough food anyway.

In a fit of anger, he set up a hundred large pots and cooked porridge day and night. As long as the refugees came, they could wait in line to eat, but there was one thing that they were not allowed to take away and had to be eaten on the spot.

Zhu Changyuan is very familiar with the character of the Chinese people. In order to avoid the last meal, he dares to line up twice or even three or five times to store the meal. This will cause a lot of waste, so this is the reason. Weird decision.

To be honest, the rice delivered from Hanzhong has a very bad taste.

That can't be helped, the growth cycle of early rice is short, only three to four months, the taste is definitely bad, but for those refugees who can only eat grass roots and bark, it is good to fill their stomachs, taste No matter how bad the rice is, it can be eaten with relish like delicacies from mountains and seas.

In the past two days, more and more hungry people gathered from all directions to eat rice porridge at Zhu Changyuan's porridge market. Although sometimes they can't eat enough, they can still be half full anyway. , this is great happiness.

The rice in Hanzhong is also continuously transported by 200 two-horse carts day and night.

Zhu Changyuan was not idle either. He brought over a dozen combine harvesters from modern society, trained dozens of cronies, and then asked them to drive to a nearby wheat field to harvest crops.

In this way, on the one hand, grain was transported from modern society; on the other hand, rice was transported from Hanzhong;

With a three-pronged approach, even if the number of soldiers and civilians who came to eat at the end reached the astronomical number of 200 million, Zhu Changyuan could barely support it.

Originally Li Zicheng's army was full of enthusiasm, whether it was a high official or a small soldier, even Li Zicheng himself, only ate one meal a day. The soldiers ate less, but they had no complaints.

However, with the arrival of Zhu Changyuan, this situation has undergone earth-shaking changes.

As the saying goes: Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, but be afraid of comparing goods.

Compared with Zhu Changyuan's soldiers, no, even the starving people Zhu Changyuan took in, Li Zicheng's soldiers, who thought it was fair, felt unfair.

"Why do those refugees eat better than us!"

A soldier at the head of the city asked another soldier.

"I don't know." Another soldier was so hungry that he couldn't lift his head, drooling and looking at the cauldron below, said: "I can smell the aroma of rice!"

Immediately, the morale of the army in Chang'an City fluctuated.

However, this is not the most serious result, and Li Zicheng's worries are yet to come.

After three days of pouring the concrete, Zhu Changyuan reckoned that the overall strength should support the flight and landing of the plane without any problems, and the operation was ready to start.

First, boxes of A4 paper copied from modern society are taken out of the system, and then a small agricultural plane is produced and placed on the runway.

"Come on, let's distribute leaflets."

Zhu Changyuan shouted happily.

This time there was no pilot, Zhu Changyuan flew the plane himself.

When the plane landed on the runway, Li Zicheng, who was standing at the top of the city, suddenly moved his body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he could not leave his eyes.

"I just said, this road is weirdly built, you see, come here."

Zicheng raised his finger, pointed at the plane on the runway and asked, "What is that, has any of you seen it?"

"The last general has never seen it before!" Liu Zongmin shook his head and said, "But don't worry, Your Majesty, maybe this thing is not for siege?"

"No, no!" Li Zicheng shook his head nervously, and said, "Absolutely not, I'm sure Zhu Changyuan would never do something for no reason, if I knew it, I should have sent troops to destroy his road !"

Li Zicheng squeezed his fist secretly and said a big word.

In fact, even if he knew earlier, he would not have dared to send troops out.

(End of this chapter)