Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 421
Yuan Chonghuan and Xu Guangqi painstakingly manage the Hongyi cannon, which is now completely made into wedding clothes for the Eastern captives. From the fifth year of Chongzhen to salvage the Liaodong shipwreck cannon, to the seventh year of Chongzhen, Kong Youde and the rebellion in Liaodong, carrying a large number of firearms to the north, relying on plunder The Ming craftsmen who came here, the red barbarian cannons that the Ming relied on to make the city dry, have now become the siege weapon of the Eastern barbarians.

The five red barbarian cannons, like bulls in heat, roared and bombarded Gaoyang City one after another. To be honest, even the cannons of the Qihuo Army were not so powerful. Most of the cannons of the Qing Dynasty were used to attack the city. The tactical idea is that the heavier the cannon, the better. The cannons carried this time all weigh five to six thousand catties, and the caliber alone is twice as large as the Hongyi cannons of the Qihuo Army's [-] to [-] catties.

However, in terms of range, the heavy Manchu cannons seem no better than the Qihuo army cannons. Holding a telescope, I saw that the shells of the Hongyi cannons placed five miles away even fell to the foot of the city wall. It takes 15 minutes to fire a round, regardless of the quality of the gunner or the quality of the gun, it is scum.

Looking through the binoculars, Song Qingshu couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. He thought that half of Jianlu's 5 troops came this time, and they abandoned Baoding and went straight to him. Now he understands that this is similar to when they were peasant soldiers. Of the 4 people, more than [-] were all looted by Eastern captives from various places.

It’s pitiful to say, the obedient people of the Ming Dynasty really had a kind of misery that mourned their misfortune and angered them. Later generations of Song Qingshu once read the records of the neighboring North Korea about Nurhachi’s massacre of the Tang people in the Jingai two prefectures. The Tang people were Ming people , The method of Donglu massacre is simply embarrassing.

The captives ordered the Tang people to kneel on the seashore in a row, and then shot them with archers. Those who did not shoot were asked to pull out the arrows and send them back. Some of them broke through the Guandong in the late Qing Dynasty, and the aboriginal Han people in the three northeastern provinces were almost cowardly slaughtered.

At this time, it was almost the same. The cannon roared and smashed on the city wall. Every round could open a huge hole in the city wall. Occasionally, it also smashed into the strong soldiers defending the city. Lead bullets as thick as thighs rolled over, and immediately there was a burst of pus Bloody limbs rose up, and after each round of shelling, the prisoners of Daming who had been driven away by Donglu rushed towards the city wall with ladders, crying for their father and mother.

It is really miserable enough, the Manchu Qing invaded, and it was the Ming people who bled the most. I don’t know how many times they have gone through the test. , and specifically aimed at people's heads, a piece of stone was thrown, and a large ladle was opened.

The straightened ladders fell down one after another amidst howling, and the ant-attached captives screamed and fell down a large piece. Some old and weak ones just kicked their legs and stopped moving after such a fall, but the guards did not either. It's easy, there are real Jiannu among the large number of captives, and there are often city guards who have just poked their heads out before being shot through the head and neck by ruthless and tricky arrows, screaming and falling down the city wall.

"I guess they won't last long!"

One of the most common phenomena in the end of the world is that it has been in disrepair for a long time. The east city wall is obviously low-lying and cracked, and most of the bricks on it have fallen off, exposing the rammed earth inside. God, it's more than one meter thinner here. Looking over, Sun Chuanting shook his head with difficulty.

Putting down the binoculars, Song Qingshu pulled the rein of the horse with a cold snort, turned around and walked back, leaving a word coldly while walking.

"I'm a soldier, life is more precious than anything else!"

No wonder Song Qingshu got angry. If that idiot county magistrate let them in when he arrived with two divisions for support, relying on the city wall, ten Hongyi cannons could teach those Jian slaves how to behave. Reimbursement of the five Donglu cannons squatting together, the platoons of guns and cannons fired together, these guys can't even get close to the city wall, it's good now, if they fight again, the begging army will have to bombard the opponent's red cannons Charged with the Jiannu iron cavalry, and paid a lot of sacrifices for no reason.

He, Song Qingshu, didn't receive a grain of grain from Gaoyang County, so why should he pay for their mistakes?

Anyway, the two supervisors, Zhang Ruolin, the censor, and Sun Maolin, the eunuch, were clamoring at Ma Shiying not to fight, to be cautious, and so on. Song Qingshu made up his mind to wait for Gaoyang County to fend for itself, relying on the fortifications he had already completed Attract the Tartars, beat them down with a wave of ruthlessness, and then surround them with a large army, nothing will go wrong.

On the side of Gaoyang County, it can be regarded as really reserved. On the first day, I braced myself and waited. On the second day, I gritted my teeth and stood there. On the third day, the damaged east city wall was finally dismantled. Song Qingshu was surprised by the county's resistance, and despite the astonishing casualties, they demolished the house and blocked the gap.

It was also that night that Gaoyang County finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Taking advantage of the darkness, a Tu Lanzi at the top of the city was hanged from the southern city wall which was not completely surrounded, and immediately two black shadows rushed into the night in a hurry.

It was the fat squire who came that day, and the young scholar. I really wondered how this fat pig ran out of this place for ten miles, but even if he was out of breath, this guy was still so arrogant.

"Are all your bloody southern soldiers women? I watched Jiannu attack the city for more than three days without even letting go. Are you worthy of His Majesty, worthy of the military pay for supporting you poor soldiers? Every year With millions of taels, raising pigs is better than raising you!"

With his beard raised upwards, that fat squire's demeanor even reminded Song Qingshu of the faces of those landlords and their tenants in the south of the Yangtze River.

Before Song Qingshu could make a sound, the chief whistler, Liu Zongmin, the deputy commander, tilted his head angrily and slapped the table. He blew his beard and stared and shouted: "I ate your rice?"

Because of the virtues of Gaoyang County, the opportunity to fight was missed, and these bastards have an attitude of provoking their teachers, Sun Chuanting is also unhappy, and sneered from the side: "Outside of the nobles, I don't know how much tax you pay a year? "

Who is the richest person in Ming Dynasty?The big landlord class dominated by vassal kings, 5.00% of the population owns 90.00% of the wealth, but they rely on their privileges and do not pay taxes. Those who can come out to act as representatives are naturally those who have been officials or senior officials. Best of all, it doesn't actually contribute a penny to the country.

However, the faces of the landowners and squires in the Ming Dynasty are really admirable. After being ridiculed by Sun Chuanting, the fat squire's big turnip face didn't even blush, but narrowed his eyes ironically.

"Okay, don't go around in circles. If Sun Ge didn't say that you poor soldiers can still fight, I wouldn't come here again at night. Tell me, how much money is willing to send troops to rescue the siege of Gaoyang County? The gentlemen in the county are willing to reward you hungry ghosts for that little thing!"

Before he finished speaking, a teacup slammed down under the fat squire's feet with a bang, causing him to jump up with a groan.

If this bastard wants to share the same hatred with the enemy, Song Qingshu, who came to the north to find out the truth of the war with the Donglu, might still agree, but when he dies, this guy still has the kind of weight that the Ming Dynasty opened for more than 200 years. Wu Qing, who looked down on the face of being a soldier, even regarded state affairs as a deal, which made Song Qingshu, who was already in trouble, completely burst out.

"Hey, what are you doing? Wu is also the fifth-rank magistrate of the current dynasty, a senior official. If you dare to be rude, I will definitely lose your official position. Oh, damn it, forget it, what are you doing?"

A slap like iron pincers was twisted on the fat squire's arm. Amidst the grinning cries of the guy, Song Qingshu directly dragged him out of the tent, pulled him to the military camp at the back of the bastion, and immediately pushed him to the ground. Amidst the fat squire's screams like killing a pig, Song Qingshu roared sharply.

"Pull away!"

In the astonishment of the fat squire, dozens of militiamen opened the tightly packed warehouse one by one. The piles of straw were full of supplies, thousands of cans, and boxes of brand new Song Qingshu couldn't trust the logistics of the Ming Dynasty. In order to deal with this war, he had stored more than half of the supplies here, at least [-] dans of grain and various supplies. countless.

Even if he had been a magistrate, this fat squire had never seen such a wealthy army. He was stunned and was dragged by Kuguan Minzhuang to look around from place to place. The infantrymen of the new division, wearing their thick army coats, pushed the two of them out of the barracks all the way, and kicked them into the snow again.

"Go away, dog landlord, our commander-in-chief is not short of your dog money!"

As if feeling unlucky, they flicked their clothes, and the two soldiers returned to the barracks swaggeringly, carrying firecrackers.

I was really shocked. Sitting in the snow, the fat squire was stunned. He didn't think about getting up for a long time, and the young man who was kicked out with him was pale and sat on the ground in a daze. For a long time, this Huo seemed to have recovered his soul again, jumped up with a groan, and ran towards the barracks like a lunatic.

Marching and fighting is not about waving the flag forward and cutting it up, especially the general, especially when there are so many pig teammates around him, no one wants to wake up and be surrounded by the army of slaves, dozens of miles away The other friendly soldiers gloated over the excitement, and this Song Qingshu was also studying the recent intelligence from various places in Beizhili. The two soldiers had no choice but to bring in the two people from Gaoyang County.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, if you fart quickly, this handsome is very busy!"

I regret that I didn't bring my intelligence secretary, Li Xiangjun's little girl, and yawned and looked at the information. Song Qingshu moaned impatiently. Looking at the situation, it seemed that he waved them out as soon as they finished speaking. .

Now I can't be proud anymore, that fat man hangs his head like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, and he doesn't dare to fart, but the scholar who has always been obedient, now smashes his head on the ground like a hammer.

"Marshal, please, even for my grandfather's sake, save the folks in Gaoyang County!"

Another veteran cadre, Song Qingshu remembers that when he accompanied his mother to see a doctor, the cadre convalescent ward on the second floor of the hospital was empty, but ordinary patients like himself had to pay exorbitant extra bed fees. He was extremely annoyed and annoyed by this privilege Slap the information on the table.

"Who is your grandfather doing to me? Get out! Get out! Get out of here immediately, take a taxi and get out!"

It never occurred to me that Song Qingshu could lose his temper so suddenly, the scholar was frightened, until he was dragged outside, and then he yelled in horror.

"Please, Marshal, my grandfather Sun Chengzong is really a good official! Back then, in Liaodong, how many people came from his sect, you, you must have heard that my grandfather was really an official Integrity and morality are highly respected, please!"

Song Qingshu's soldiers were either impoverished refugees from northern Shaanxi in the Central Plains, or even poorer mountain people from Yinghuo Mountain. The man was dragged out again like a dead dog, and thrown into the snow.

Just when the two of them were paralyzed in the snow with a lost look, who knew that two soldiers came out in a moment, dragged and dragged them back, and threw the ball into the big tent of the Chinese army again.

Song Qingshu's complexion also became strange, he looked at the scholar in astonishment, and asked strangely.

"You just said, who is your grandfather?"

(End of this chapter)