Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 561 What qualifications do you have to call yourself a slave

In the city of Pyongyang.

"General Li, the reinforcements from the Raksha Kingdom have been wiped out, we..." A middle-aged North Korean man with the appearance of a military attache sneaked up to Li Chunheng when he saw that the Eight Banners soldiers had left the city.

Li Chunheng was formerly a second-rank general of the Imperial Army of the Joseon Dynasty. After the fall of Wang Jing, he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and was given the title of Gushan Ezhen. You can tell just by looking at the treatment. He was sent to the front line as soon as the war started.

The military officer didn't call him the Daqing official position, but called the original North Korean official position, which made Li Chunheng feel unreasonable pain in his heart, and at the same time met the eyes of the lieutenant general, and saw the gradual affirmation.

In the city of Pyongyang, Man Dahai, the son of Emperor Daishan of the Qing Dynasty, personally took over 7000 Eight Banners elites. In addition, there were [-] Korean slave soldiers who surrendered, a total of [-] people.

Just to preserve their strength, the Eight Banners soldiers are basically all their Korean local soldiers except for a few soldiers in charge of monitoring at the top of the city.

Since King Daming sent troops to North Korea, it took less than ten days to regain Ping'an Road, and people everywhere, including Pyongyang, were eager to see King Daming, and Li Chunheng saw all this.

In the past few days, he has also discussed in private with several loyal subordinates. If the Raksha Kingdom loses to the King of Ming Dynasty, they will stay in Pyongyang City to wait for death. It will not be shameless to meet the ancestors under the spring.

The cannons outside Pyongyang began to roar again. Li Sunheng sighed, and after returning to his residence, he bit his index finger and wrote a short letter.

"Bring General Ben's Bright Moon Bow!" Li Chunheng returned to the top of the city.

After a while, a subordinate came to Li Chunheng with a bow.

Li Chunheng has a strong body and amazing arms, and the bow he uses is also the heaviest bow in the Korean army. In the entire Korean army, less than three people with his bow can draw it open and shoot accurately. The bow is heavy and it can shoot far.

Li Chunheng looked left and right, and found that the two Eight Banners soldiers on patrol were just blocked by his subordinates, as if they were asking for something.

So taking advantage of this gap, Li Chunheng quickly drew his bow and set his arrow, and shot the arrow feather tied with the letter to a wooden box next to the cannon under the city.

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In the middle of the night, the cannons that had been roaring for a day finally stopped, and the Ming army camp was almost completely dark except for the torches burning around it.

This made the Eight Banners soldiers on the head of the Pyongyang city think that they would definitely be able to sleep well tonight, after all, the Ming army finally subsided.

The four gates of Pyongyang City are all guarded by Eight Banners soldiers in person, although the gates are all blocked with bricks and stones.

But Man Dahai was cautious in using his troops. Except for the [-] Eight Banners elites he brought, he didn't trust the slave soldiers who surrendered from North Korea. There were fifty Eight Banners soldiers guarding the four city gates day and night.

"Who is it?" Three or four o'clock in the morning is the most sleepy time of the day, and the twenty or so sleepy Eight Banners soldiers who were on duty at the North City Gate were suddenly awakened by the sound of footsteps.

"The slave has delivered food to the military masters." An old man with the appearance of an old farmer was carrying two buckets of food, and greeted him with a smile in his crappy mite language.

"You old idiot, how dare you call yourself a slave when you deliver food? What qualifications do you have to call yourself a slave?" One Eight Banners soldier defeated Fan Tong, and the other went up and slapped the old man.

In the Qing Dynasty, not everyone can call themselves a slave, only the mite tribe can. In addition, even if you are an official of the first rank, you are not qualified to call yourself by this title when you meet the emperor.

"Yes, yes, the old man is unreasonable, the old man is unreasonable, and please enjoy it, military lords." The old man squatted in a corner waiting to take back his rice bucket.

Night duty is hard work, and only soldiers who are not valued by their superiors will share this hard work. The only hope of night duty soldiers is to have an extra meal at night, and the extra meal has become worse and worse recently.

Twenty or so Eight Banners soldiers who were on duty at night shared the food cursingly, yelling and cursing that the food was too bad to eat while gobbling it up.

Half an hour later, more than [-] Eight Banners soldiers leaned against the city gate and fell asleep one after another after eating.

"General Li, according to your order, those Eight Banners soldiers are all lying down." The old man sneaked into a dilapidated small house with two empty buckets.

"Uncle Li has worked hard, let's go and rest, and leave the rest to this general." Li Chunheng's voice was low.

There is a big difference in mood between the first surrender and the second surrender. The first time may be more uncomfortable, betraying one's motherland, betraying one's monarch, and taking refuge in the enemy...

But he may not be suitable for military service, Lee Sun Hyung just wants to live.
Five hundred North Korean slave soldiers sneaked under the north city gate, and a group of four carried the bricks and stones filled in the city gate hole, and all the Eight Banners soldiers who were sleeping soundly beside them were wiped off their necks.

After a while, the door creaked and was opened from the inside. Li Chunheng lit a torch and shook it around the gate of the city. The torch was extremely bright in the dark night sky.

"My lord, could it be that the North Korean slave soldiers are cheating?" Seeing that the torches were lit under the city gate according to the agreed time, Chang Yu still said worriedly.

"Master Chang, what are you afraid of? As long as we can enter the city, with the grenade on our body, the city of Pyongyang can be flattened!" Lu Haibo looked disdainful, or it was the grenade around his waist that made him feel safe.

"No matter what, this opportunity must be seized. Lu Shen will lead 3000 people to explore the road first. If there is any fraud in the city, he will immediately withdraw. Otherwise, he will go straight to the Pyongyang city's deliberative office. If he encounters resistance, he will be killed.

Wu Binghao, lead your troops and prepare to respond. "

Liu Hongjian thought for a while and said firmly, he must continue to be disturbed by it. If he really wanted to bombard such a thick city wall with solid shells from cannons, it would probably take three to two days, which is too long.

"The humble job is ordered!" Lu Haibo said excitedly.

He felt that the grenade in his waist was already hungry and thirsty, and he wanted to throw the grenade in his waist in one go, and blow up all the dog minions who were cleansed to the sky.

After a while, three thousand cavalrymen from the Beijing Battalion, under the leadership of Lu Haibo, smeared and rushed into Pyongyang.

"His Royal Highness, it's time for you to rest." In the yamen meeting hall in Pyongyang, a servant with the appearance of a servant stood beside Man Dahai and whispered.

"Retire, I'm not tired." Man Dahai waved his hand to drink away the servants, then spread out the map again and began to study the war.

Man Dahai was 24 years old when he was fighting, but it happened to coincide with the decline of the Qing Dynasty. After the loss of Ping'an Road, the Qing Dynasty had almost become a dead end.

He originally thought that his father, Emperor Xiang, would be able to regain strength after being evacuated, but Daishan didn't agree at all. It took half a year for the Korean war strategy to eat the fat in his stomach, so how could Daishan be willing to give up so easily.

Originally, although Man Dahai felt that it was difficult, but fortunately with the support of the army of Raksha Kingdom, he still had the strength to fight, but today, the victory and defeat of the two sides outside the city was immediately revealed, which made Man Dahai feel that something was wrong.

Perhaps, the last time belonging to the Qing Dynasty is running out.

"His Royal Highness——" The old servant came in a hurry as soon as he left the door.

"Isn't it telling you to back down? Why are you so flustered?" Man Dahai put down the pen in his hand and frowned.

"His Royal Highness, something is wrong, the Ming army has entered the city!"

PS: I can't, I can't open my eyes, Sujue, good night everyone.

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