The sun hung obliquely in the west, slowly falling towards the mountain, and the sound of the cannon that had been resounding for a day suddenly stopped as if it had been promised, and the whole world suddenly fell silent.

On the southern city wall of Shengjing, the Qing soldiers who had been under artillery fire for a day looked around with some suspicion, and after a while, the surroundings were still silent.

A soldier in armor with a face blackened by gunpowder smoke slowly poked his head out from behind a section of the city wall that had been blown away, and the white smoke that had risen from time to time several miles away was gone, and only then did the armored soldier believe that the shelling had finally stopped.

"Amazing ......"

He let out a sound that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, marking two marks on his dark face.

A hoarse roar came out of his mouth.

"Brothers, the Ming army is no longer firing, the Ming army's artillery fire has stopped, everyone come out!"

Slowly, more and more people poked their heads out of the bunkers. They looked at the potholed city, which could no longer see its original appearance, and looked at the companions around them, and many people cried like this.

Although Aha and the armored man are both cannon fodder-like existences, cannon fodder is also a human being, and if it is a human being, it is afraid of death.

If there were some luck in the hearts of these Aha and the armored men before the start of the war, they wanted to make a contribution to get rid of the status of slaves and cannon fodder, but after a day of shelling, those who had such thoughts had long since thrown this dream out of the clouds.

The artillery fire of the Jiangning army was vicious and intensive, and the Jiangning army did nothing else for a whole day, but fired artillery at the head of the city, and the flowering shells and solid shells kept pouring down on the city, and the entire city wall was almost flattened by the artillery fire, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.

More than half of the more than 2,000 Aha and armored men who were left on the city wall were killed or wounded, and in such a situation, let alone meritorious service, if they could save a small life, they could already burn high incense.

Abatai sat weakly on the flattened city gate, looking at the city wall under his feet, which was completely invisible, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart.

He has been fighting for nearly 20 years since he followed his own Lao Tzu wild boar Pinurhachi to raise troops, and he has never fought such a battle today, the opponent's artillery fire has been fighting for a whole day, but he has not sent a single soldier to attack the city, and he has killed more than half of the soldiers on his own city wall with artillery alone.

Of course, most of these dead people were Aha and armored men, and he would not frown even if this kind of slave died more, but the shock of such an artillery bombardment to the defenders of the city was too great.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that those genuine Eight Banners soldiers hiding in the hidden soldiers cave were also frightened, which can be seen from many of them.

At this moment, Goshha walked up to Abatai and whispered a few words into his ear.

Abatai's face changed, "What, is what you said true?" ”

Goshha looked around and said anxiously: "Master, even if the slave has the audacity, he will not dare to lie to you with such a thing!" Are you thinking of an idea? ”

"Idea...... What do you want me to think? ”

Abatai's eyes widened.

"Your Majesty has even sent out his Bayala, what else can I do? For today's plan, we can only defend Shengjing, if Shengjing can keep it, everyone can live, if it can't be kept, everyone will die together! ”

Although Abatai said this with a resolute expression, only he knew that his right hand behind him was trembling.

Others don't know, but as soon as Abatai heard his own Goshha tell him what happened at the West City Gate just now, he understood, Huang Taiji is telling everyone in this way, if Shengjing can't hold it, then everyone will accompany the city to perish, don't think about sending your family out of the city first, and find a good thing to escape yourself.

Abatai sat on the city gate tower that was bombarded by artillery and couldn't see its original appearance, and the whole person sat motionless for more than ten minutes, and then slowly turned his head and said to Goshha, who had been standing with his hands down: "You go back and tell Fu Jin, let her pack up all the gold and silver in the house, and load everything into the car." ”

Goshha was taken aback, and said puzzledly: "Lord Belle, didn't you just say that Your Majesty ......"

"No...... I took it for granted. Abatai shook his head: "Although Your Majesty wants to tie everyone up in Shengjing City, not everyone is willing to live and die with Shengjing, you look at it, it won't be long before someone will jump out." When the time comes, as long as there is chaos in the city, our chance will come, you understand? ”

"Minions understand!" Goshha immediately understood and left in understanding.

Abatai was right, there was more than one person who had the same thoughts as him, but this was something that Huang Taiji did not expect.

It is estimated that Huang Taiji has forgotten that there is an old saying in Huaxia, the upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked.

If he hadn't sent all his wives and children to Hetuala, with his prestige and fame, he could indeed suppress dissenting opinions, but now that he had sent all his family members away, he asked others to live and die with Sheng Jing, isn't it a joke?

There is an old saying among the Han people that only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps, which is the current situation.

When night fell, there was already an undercurrent surging in Shengjing City, and the Ming army outside the city was not idle, and after dinner, Sun Chengzong sent someone to invite Yang Feng to his handsome tent.

After seeing Yang Feng, Sun Chengzong didn't say hello anymore, and asked bluntly: "Jiang Ninghou, how many shells did your department consume today?" ”

Yang Feng replied: "There are more than 15,000 of them, of which eighty percent are flowering bombs. ”

"More than fifteen thousand!"

The muscles on Sun Chengzong's face couldn't help but tremble, it wasn't that he didn't understand, but he didn't understand the world of local tyrants.

He knows the price of the flowering bomb, because it is not easy to make, a flowering bomb needs at least a few taels of silver, so it is a great calculation, where is the cannonball fired by the Jiang Ningjun today, it is simply white silver.

"After Jiang Ning, this official knows that you have a good way to make money, but it's too ...... to fight like this It's too expensive. ”

Sun Chengzong couldn't help but swallow the word "loser" hard, and changed his mouth in time.

Yang Feng shook his head: "The words of the governor, I dare not agree. I thought that since ancient times, wars have been fought with money and grain, and the comparison is who has more silver, and whose food is more. ”

Sun Chengzong didn't speak, forcibly resisted the urge to scold, and now he finally understood how stupid it was to want to talk to local tyrants about frugality.

Yang Feng didn't lie, in the next three days, what Jiang Ningjun did every day was to keep pouring cannonballs towards the south city gate, putting on a posture of swearing not to stop collapsing the city wall.