Autumn of the 17th year of Chongzhen

Chapter 770
What an old dog, he still wants to feign surrender at this time.

But Bo Luo was not interested. He knew very well what Wang Yan was like. No matter if he surrendered falsely or really surrendered, the people below might still have a way out, but he, the county king of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, would definitely be killed by him to pay homage to him. Longwu, good invitation to buy people's hearts.

Seeing that he was silent, Hong Chengchou frowned, and suddenly shouted loudly: "The whole city is the former Ming imperial city. Ming Taizu built it extremely tall and strong. It is stronger than the inner city, but not weaker. More than 2000 bannermen have been returned from the city, plus the coat of clothes. , As long as you have time to prepare, it is not difficult to guard it?"

Boluo was yelled at by Hong Chengchou, and he was shocked. This dog slave dared to yell at him, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he asked subconsciously: "The main force has been wiped out and then Nancheng. Full city?"

Boluo subconsciously asked this, which meant that he didn't want to die either. He was the majestic King of the Qing Dynasty, wishing to borrow another 500 years from the sky to do more things for the Qing Dynasty. Just like the current officials, who doesn't want to serve the people more? several years.

Hong Chengchou's words undoubtedly inspired his desire to survive.

"There are few people, but the city is also small." Hong Chengchou walked up to Boluo in a few steps, "The most important thing is that the whole city is full of garrisoned Eight Banners and their families, so there will be no civil strife. Once the Ming army breaks through the city, they will definitely massacre The army has no way out, so they can only defend the city desperately, so we still have a chance." Self-immolation is death, and death in battle is also death. Hong Chengchou, an old dog, bluffed and deceived, finally aroused Boluo Fighting spirit, his eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This time Jiangning City was broken, the key is the green battalion's chaos. Now they are all our own people, and we can indeed defend it!"

"The city is broken today, and the people in the city are uneasy. Banner's family and coats have not been mobilized, and the defense equipment is not sufficient. We need at least two or three days to prepare, so please ask Wang Yan to surrender, and delay for a day or two. time!"

"I tried it once before, and Wang Yan didn't believe it at all. Will Wang Yan believe it this time?"

"Before we had more than 4 people, Wang Yan was afraid that we would deceive him. Now that he has entered Nanjing, he must be arrogant and feel that Nanjing is already in his hands. At this time, we will pretend to surrender again, unless he is willing to die more people, or most likely will agree to our surrender."

"Since this is the case, this king will write a letter of surrender!"

In the city, the emperor's coffin was carried by Wang Yan and others, and soon came to the Xihua Gate along Taiping Street.

The soldiers of the Ming army who wiped out the remaining Qing soldiers in the city began to assemble according to the military order.

All the streets outside the city were full of Ming soldiers, and the roofs along the city walls were also full of musketeers, shooting at the bannermen on the city.

Wang Yan and his party put the coffin outside the Xihua Gate.

"Emperor Daxing's coffin has been invited into Nanjing, but do you want to let Emperor Daxing stop outside the imperial city?" After the coffin was put away, Wang Yan looked around at the army and suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "My Daming In the imperial city, how can the barbarians live in stealth? Listen to this fan, order the artillery, and bombard me fiercely at the Xihua gate, the emperor Daxing will enter the imperial city today!"

"Take back the imperial city!"

When Wang Yan gave an order, the Ming army shouted in unison.

Most of the siege equipment of the Ming army were higher than the gate openings, and the siege towers had to be dismantled before they could enter the city.

What can be used to attack the city now are the red cannons, the climbing ladders, and the cannon carts Hong Chengchou placed in the city, but this Wang Yan dare not use it, he is too short of money, and blows up the houses, yamen in the imperial city, He really didn't have the money to repair the palace.

At this time, following an order, the red-clothed cannons transported into the city all fired at the direction of Xihuamen at the same time, and the cannons were so ferocious and fierce that they almost reached the point of madness.

Cannonballs fell on the imperial city one after another. The gunners of the Ming army all opened their blood-red eyes and loaded the cannonballs into the barrel. The burning flames rushed into the medicine room with vengeful anger. Amidst the roar of the artillery, the shells were fired at the gate of the city.

Under such crazy and merciless blows, the sturdy imperial city also seemed to be crumbling, especially the city gate faced direct artillery fire, and the upper half had been beaten to pieces.

If it wasn't for the Qing army that blocked more than half of the city gate, the entire city gate would probably be smashed open.

The bannermen guarding the Xihua Gate had just retreated from the inner city, and their morale had already fallen to the bottom. Now they were facing fierce shelling, and they were frightened and trembling amidst the "booming" gunfire and flying gravel. It wasn't because they were afraid of the Ming army massacring the city, they probably collapsed already.

When the shelling was in full swing, Hong Chengchou and Bo Luo led a group of people to the Xihua Gate. Among them were bannermen, but most of them were in coats, and even women.

When a group of people came to Xihuamen, the first thing Hong Chengchou noticed was that half of the city gate had been blown away. He immediately knew that the situation was critical.

"The governor and the prince went to the city to drag Wang Yan, and you immediately organized your manpower, brought in stones, and prepared to block all the door openings."

Hong Chengchou explained, and hurriedly climbed up the city wall, only to see the banner men squatting under the female wall one by one, not daring to show their faces. If the Ming army attacked the city, they might not be able to hold it for long.

"Quickly, fly the white flag!" Hong Chengchou and Bo Luo squatted on the steps above the city, but they dared not go forward, he hurriedly told a bannerman beside him.

The tradition of flying the white flag originated in the Qin Dynasty. It is said that when Liu Bang entered Guanzhong, Qin State respected water and worshiped black, and Ziying raised a white flag that was contrary to the color of the country to surrender to Liu Bang. Since then, this tradition has been handed down.

The white flag had already been prepared, and the flag Ding held the flagpole, rushed to the wall with a cat on his waist, stretched the flagpole out of the wall, and shook it.

The smoke and dust from the artillery shells on the city rose and covered the city walls. The soldiers of the Ming army fought for a while, and an artillery team instructor who was observing the effect of the shelling found the white flag.

"Your Highness, a white flag is flying over the city, as if you are about to surrender!" Chen Yujie, the commander of the artillery team, hurried over to report.

Oh, to surrender?
After hearing this, Wang Yan exchanged glances with several generals and ministers, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "Stop shelling!"

If the Qing army is really willing to surrender, Wang Yan is willing to accept it. He is afraid that the Qing soldiers will die and the net will be broken. They are all treasures of the Han nationality. If the Qing army burns them down, it may cost tens of millions in the future and they will not be able to build them.

The Ming army's artillery stopped suddenly, and the city fell silent. Hong Chengchou, Bo Luo and others bravely waved their hands as they walked to disperse the dust.

"Please speak to King Hengyang of the Ming Dynasty!" Hong Chengchou shouted, holding on to a wall that had been partially wiped out by shells.

When the voice came over, Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, but he still rode forward. Lu Shikui wanted to stop him, but Wang Yan smiled and shook his head.

A group of Ming soldiers immediately climbed up to the roof of an attic outside Xihuamen, and built a simple elevated structure on it. An elite soldier hurried up to observe the top of the city to see if there were Qing army artillery. , Immediately signaled safety to the following.

At this time, Wang Yan came to 150 steps away from the city under the protection of many swordsmen and shields. At this distance, he was guarded by shields, and he found out that there were no artillery at the top of the city, so he basically didn't have to worry about his safety.

On the top of the city, Hong Chengchou looked at Wang Yan, who was surrounded by stars, and sighed in his heart. He was young, so young, and he had already been named a county king. Not to mention in history, it was unique in Daming.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable, a little jealous and regretful. With his qualifications, if he hadn't voted in, he might not be worse than Wang Yan now, but the key point is that he voted and embarked on a road of no return.

(Well, there are still seven or eight hundred words short, and I will fight for it tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)