Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

Until now, he, the Third Beile, was often scolded in public by Huang Taiji.

Your father's!

Are you shameless?!

But when he looked at the other brothers in the hall, he found that these guys were either fiddling with daggers, closing their eyes and pretending to sleep, or squatting on chairs and tapping their toes.

In short, no one was willing to stand up and speak for him!

Even Abai, who had always had a good relationship with him, was now speechless!

He looked at Fan Wencheng with hatred, as if all this was caused by this Han Chinese.

So he pointed at Fan Wencheng's nose and cursed.

"Your father's! Don't fall into my hands, or I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

After saying this harsh words, he glared at Huang Taiji with dissatisfaction, then waved his sleeves and left.

Even though I don't accept it.

But we still have to go to Liaoyang!

It was not because of Huang Taiji's order, but because if he stayed in Shenyang, he would have to face Fan Wencheng's disgusting old face every day!

His harsh words also once again revealed the murderous intent in Huang Taiji's eyes.

But at this moment, a Niulu rushed in.

"Your Majesty, a group of defeated soldiers from the Zhenghong Banner have returned from the city!"

"Bring them in!"

Upon hearing this news, Huang Taiji immediately forgot about the matter of Manggurtai.

The war has been going on for ten days, and he still doesn't understand how the Ming army captured Yizhou in just one day!

And this is also the main reason why he left 100,000 troops in Shenyang!

Soon, several disheveled soldiers of the Zhenghong Banner were brought in, and Huang Taiji asked anxiously.

"Speak to Ben Khan!"

"What exactly happened in the battle of Yizhou?"

The soldiers knelt on the ground, their bodies shaking like sieves, and they could not utter a complete sentence.

From Yizhou to Shenyang, it is more than 600 miles, and most of the roads are mountainous!

Although they ran back on their own legs, they almost lost half their lives!

Seeing them like this, Huang Taiji winked at Oboi.

Oboi had just been slapped in the face and was now filled with rage. He strode forward, grabbed the heads of two of the soldiers and slammed them hard.

"boom!"

A scene like a bursting watermelon appeared in the hall.

Red and white, splashed everywhere.

Then he pointed his bloody finger at the remaining two soldiers and shouted sternly.

"The Khan is asking a question, why don't you answer it quickly!"

One of the skinny soldiers shuddered and dared not delay any longer.

“Cannon, cannon!”

"The Ming army's artillery shells will, will explode!"

"The fragments flew everywhere like hail, causing injuries and death by gnawing at them!"

"The war horses were all startled, and the camp was blown up..."

Fan Wencheng immediately rushed over, grabbed his collar and asked.

"What kind of gun can it fire at? How far can it fire?"

The soldier shook his head like a wave drum: "No, I don't know... I didn't see it, but, but it can at least hit two miles away!"

Having said that, he seemed to want to find excuses for the failure of the two red flags, and added another sentence.

"No!"

"At least five miles away!"

Huang Taiji frowned and looked at the other one: "How far can it hit?"

The soldier subconsciously glanced at his thin companion.

But when Oboi saw this, he kicked him directly.

With the sound of bones breaking, the skinny soldier's body stuck to the bluestone floor like a torn sack and slid several meters away on the spot!

It didn't stop until it hit the threshold.

Large amounts of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he died soon after.

Oboi turned around and looked at the only remaining soldier.

"Still watching!"

"If you look at me again, I'll kick you to death!"

"Say it quickly!"

The one he kicked to death was a genuine Zhenghongqi cavalryman, but the one who was left behind was just a foot soldier!

In the Battle of Yizhou, the infantry didn't even see Wang Zhichen's army formation before they were charged by their own cavalry and then defeated as well.

In other words, this soldier had never even seen a cannonball, let alone how far it could fly!

Faced with Aobai's ferocious look, he could only bite the bullet and repeat what his dead companion had just said.

"Five miles! I am sure it is five miles!"

Hearing this answer, Huang Taiji's face turned completely gloomy.

Five miles!

In other words, the Ming army could fire into the city without any scruples outside the range of the red cannons!

Add to that the fact that the shells would explode, it’s no wonder that Daishan was defeated so quickly!

He frowned and stared at the map again, lost in thought.

As his eyes swept across Liaoyang again and again, suddenly his whole body froze there.

河！

Liaoyang City is surrounded by rivers on all sides, with only a gap at the foot of Qianshan Mountain in the southeast!

"Dorgon, listen to my orders!"

"Immediately lead the Bordered White Banner to Qianshan, Liaoyang, and set up an ambush before the Ming army arrives!"

"Dodo listen to my orders!"

"Immediately lead the White Banner to Liaoyang to help Lao Wu defend the city!"

Dorgon and Dodo immediately stood up, without questioning or objecting, bowed, and then turned and left the hall.

Huang Taiji looked at Fan Wencheng again.

"Does Mr. Fan have anything to add?"

Fan Wencheng stroked his beard and pointed to a spot on the map with a smile on his face.

"Great Khan, please read this. According to the information sent back by the people below, Zu Dashou did not take any new actions after he destroyed the yellow mud pit."

"I think they are waiting for other Ming troops!"

"If we can send a team of troops before he joins up with the rest of the Ming army, we can blow up the Hun River during the fierce battle..."

The seventh brother Abatai interrupted and asked, "Liaoyang and Huangniwa are only ten miles apart. If the Hunhe River breaks, what will happen to Liaoyang?"

Fan Wencheng shook his head confidently: "Liaoyang's terrain is high in the east and low in the west, it will definitely not be affected by Si Hao!"

“If we succeed, unless Zu Dashou flees to Liaoyang, none of his 30,000 Ming troops will survive!”

Abatai continued to ask: "What if he escapes?"

Fan Wencheng laughed and said, "Where can his grandfather escape to on his birthday?"

"To the west of Huangniwa is the Hun River that was blown up, and to the south and north are the Sha River and Taizi River respectively. When the two armies are fighting, there is no chance to cross the river!"

"If he escapes, he can only go to Liaoyang. The Blue Banner of Fifth Master Manggurtai and the White Banner of Fifteenth Master Duoduo will take this opportunity to leave the city and give him a head-on blow!"

He did not say what would happen to the Mongolian soldiers who blew up the dike, and even Abatai did not ask.

Huang Taiji stroked the ring, pondered for a moment, and then gave the order immediately.

"Abai, listen to my orders!"

"I will give you all the Mongolian soldiers in the city, and 10,000 kilograms of gunpowder. Follow Mr. Fan's instructions and do it immediately!"

Chapter 277 If you continue to upset my appetite, I will take out their stomachs

Liaoyang is Shenyang’s last barrier against the Ming Dynasty.

Once this place is lost, the city of Shenyang will become a naked woman, ready to be ravaged by anyone.

Therefore, the defense of Liaoyang City is very tight!

Even without the reinforcements from Manggurtai and Duoduo, the number of defenders in the city had reached 30,000!

The commander-in-chief defending the city was Jirgalang, the leader of the Bordered Blue Banner.

Among the 30,000 guards, there were 4,000 soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner, and the rest were Mongolian slaves and Han soldiers.

In addition, there are eight red cannons on the top of the city!

It was precisely because of these eight cannons that Zhu Youxiao ordered Wang Zhichen to keep his troops in Huangniwa.

In fact, according to Sun Chengzong, there is no need to worry about these eight cannons. After all, there will always be casualties in war.

But Zhu Youxiao didn't think so.

The only weapon that Wang Zhichen's right-wing army could use to attack the city was the one hundred mortars.

He didn't feel sorry for the mortar being destroyed by the Jiannu, he felt sorry for the artillery!

It took several months to train these soldiers, so it is better to be as safe as possible.

As long as the armies gather together and launch a wave of attacks, no matter how strong Liaoyang City is, it will be useless!

May 10th, early morning.

After enjoying the doctor's massage, Wang Zhichen walked out of the tent, swinging his right arm.

After several days of fighting, the muscles in his arms swelled up without him noticing.

But there is a price to pay. If it weren't for the doctor's massage every day, he wouldn't even be able to sleep well.

The cook had already prepared breakfast, including dumpling soup with pickles and two mixed-flour steamed buns for each person.

But as the admiral of the right army, his privilege was that in addition to all these, he also received half a roasted rabbit that was greasy.

It’s time to eat, it’s time to drink!

We must do everything we can to boost domestic demand. This is what His Majesty said!

He casually sprinkled a handful of chili powder on the roasted rabbit, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

It was fragrant and spicy, and any remaining sleepiness from waking up early instantly disappeared.

"vomit........"

Just when I was about to say that the rabbit was delicious, I heard the sound of vomiting not far away.

Wang Zhichen was so disappointed that he shouted at his guards in dissatisfaction.

"Go, tell those rubbish to get out of here and spit!"

"I haven't killed anyone in five days, and they're still vomiting!"