Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 402 Man Qing's Worries

"boom--"

The huge sound of cannons almost knocked down the city of Pizhou. It seemed that the whole city could be torn apart in the blink of an eye. The army crawled under the female wall, not daring to raise their heads.

In the relatively dry Huaibei area, it has not yet snowed at this time, but the temperature is extremely suitable for Manchurians.

Luck Dehun stood on a high place, staring at Pizhou City intently.

However, after two days of continuous bombing, the expected collapse has not yet occurred.

Luke Dehun witnessed with his own eyes that the head-sized cannonball hit the city wall in a daze, but only left a shallow crater, and its power seemed to be weakened by several tenths.

This is not right, very wrong.

"Master, Prince Zheng sent someone to ask, when will the city fall?"

"Tell Prince Zheng that Pizhou City is very evil!"

Lu Kede squinted his eyes, wearing armor, and hurried away: "Let me tell it myself!"

With the help of his servants, he mounted his horse and came to the camp.

"Why, Baylor took Pizhou City?"

Hauge couldn't help but mocked.

"Marshal, this Pizhou city is weird!"

Luc Dehun's young face was blushing, but he looked directly at Prince Zheng:
"Pizhou City is built in a strange shape, but it seems to have a special effect on the red cannon."

"What effect?" Jierharang's face became suspicious, and he suspected that this was an excuse.

"Like an ordinary city wall, after the red artillery hits, it will sink into a big hole, but Pizhou City is not, leaving only a shallow trace."

Regardless of everyone's strange expressions, Leket gritted his teeth and said, "It seems, it seems that this city wall was specially built for artillery."

"Ridiculous!" Hauge couldn't bear it anymore, and directly refuted: "How can there be a city wall in the world to deal with the red cannons? The power of the cannons is invincible in the world."

"Yeah, Jinzhou City has been taken, so what is the small town of Pizhou..."

"How tough the Great Bastion is, it's still falling into the city..."

The other nobles of the Eight Banners couldn't help but start talking too.

This made Leket's forehead bulge with veins, and he forcibly suppressed his anger.

Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi and other Han generals lowered their heads, not daring to let out a laugh.

Wu Sangui's expression was serious, but he couldn't believe it.

The grotesque city of Pizhou really makes people suspicious. How can there be an invincible magic weapon in this world?
However, the reason why the Manchus rose up was that they paid more attention to technology than the Han people.

As the reliance of the Qing Dynasty, the red cannon can be said to be the most important thing.

If there is something restrained, isn't it digging the roots?
At this moment, Jierharang couldn't bear it anymore, and got up directly:
"Go, let's see for ourselves!"

Hauge and other Eight Banners generals were also choked and could only go with it.

Ascending to the high ground, Pizhou City comes into view.

The sharp and angular Pizhou City is different from other cities. When I first saw it, I just thought that the guards would deal with it, and they would not defend the city.

If you take a closer look, those edges and corners form horns for each other, and the wide plane in front of it forms a narrow triangle shape.

No matter where the attack comes from, the attacking side will be flanked by two sides.

That's all, but under the roaring red cannon, these edges and corners look very stubborn.

"This--"

But in Jierhalang's eyes, when one of his own shells concentrated on the city wall, it was a little bit late, and it hit a little bit crookedly.

Only fixed potholes are left.

Some shells even slid straight up, dragged a few feet and fell.

"It's not just strange shapes, the bricks and stones used to build the city walls are also weird."

Jierhalang squinted his eyes, took out the monocular binoculars presented by the missionaries, and observed slowly.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Many places on the surface of the city wall are not masonry, but a kind of rammed earth, which is extremely strong."

"The walls are even sloped, so the shells tend to slide away."

"What?" Hauge was inexplicably surprised, "When will the Ming people know this kind of thing?"

The other Eight Banners generals were also a little panicked.

The field battles of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties relied on cavalry and shooting, while the siege of the city relied on artillery, half of it would not work.

"What are you panicking about?" Jierhalang said with a gloomy face, "No matter how strong the city is, it will still be pitted under the artillery, and it will only last for a day or two at most."

This remark made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Luck Dehun also echoed: "Other cities can hold on for two days, but this city will collapse for four days at most."

Wu Sangui and other Han generals restrained their minds and pretended they hadn't heard anything.

However, there was still a hint of worry in Jierhalang's eyes, and he passed the news to Beijing.

Under the bombardment of dozens of red-clothed artillery day and night, on the fifth day, Pizhou City, which was maintained in every possible way, was already on the verge of danger.

Zhao Guangyuan had no choice but to flee into the boat with his soldiers and horses at night, and fled to Suqian by the Yellow River.

As for the remaining food, all were burned.

Sitting here is Baiwang's Mingwang camp.

Zhao Guangyuan's soldiers and horses were gathered together, and Suqian City broke through [-] soldiers.

"It's only been five days, why are you here?"

Bai Wang shouted in a rough voice with dissatisfaction written on his face.

"It's not bad that I can escape!"

Zhao Guangyuan said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, the Yellow River and the Canal are two roads, otherwise I would have explained it long ago."

How could he care so much? He sat down and drank three cups of tea before recovering: "Dozens of red-clothed cannons are bombarding day and night. Pizhou City has only been repaired for a few months, and it's not bad if it lasts for five days." .”

Hearing this, Bai Wang's expression turned ugly: "I haven't repaired Suqian City for a few more days."

Instead, he kept pacing: "You still have the Yellow River to swim, but I can only run east, to Shuyang."

"What are you afraid of, I will run with you."

Zhao Guangyuan didn't take it seriously, but worry appeared on his face: "From this point of view, the strategy set by the imperial court may not be delayed for a few days."

"Who said no?"

Bai Wang sighed: "Consecutive defeats will easily depress morale."

"However, thanks to the Yangtze River Navy, the Manchus could not cross the Yangtze River."

The next day, the vanguard of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties took a tank boat and moved to Su and moved to the city.

It's still the old routine, filling the moat while setting up guns.

On the fourth day, the walls fell.

Unexpectedly, there is another world in the city.

The alleys turned into traps, and the Ming army dropped gunpowder from time to time to sneak attack, and it took two days to completely occupy Suqian City.

The loss of soldiers and horses exceeded [-].

The subordinates were extremely resentful and wanted to slaughter the city, but it turned out to be empty and there were not many rats.

Wanted to give chase, but Luck Dehun stopped him:

"The Ming army has 30,000 people. If you send too few people, you will fall into siege. If you send too many people, you will fall into the strategy of dividing the troops."

He just sent people to occupy the city, and the result was as expected.

The city was empty, not even a single citizen, and the food and grass were burnt to ashes.

What made him gnash his teeth even more was that within a hundred miles of the canal, there was not a single village or market town, and it was empty talk to just feed on the enemy.

"So ruthless, so good!"

Lu Kede gritted his teeth and became more and more angry.

However, deep down in his heart, he was extremely worried.

If all the dozen or so cities on the canal were like this, the loss would be heavy.

(End of this chapter)