In the city of Pyongyang.

"General Li, the reinforcements of the Rakshasa Kingdom have been wiped out, we ......" A middle-aged Korean man who looked like a military attache saw that the Eight Banners soldiers had all left the city, and secretly ran to Li Chunheng's side.

Li Chunheng was previously a general of the forbidden army of the Korean State from the second grade, and after the fall of Wang Jing, he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and was sealed a solid mountain Ezhen, just looking at the treatment to know, and he was sent to the front line as soon as the war began.

This military attache did not call his official position in the Qing Dynasty, but shouted his original official position in North Korea, which made Li Chunheng feel pain in his heart for no reason, and at the same time, he also looked at the deputy general and saw a slow affirmation.

In the city of Pyongyang, Mandahae, the son of the emperor of the Great Qing Dynasty, personally took charge of more than 3,000 elites of the Eight Banners, in addition to 14,000 Korean slave soldiers who surrendered, a total of 17,000 people.

Just in order to preserve their strength, except for a few soldiers who were in charge of monitoring the city, the city was basically full of their Korean local soldiers.

Since the Ming Dynasty sent troops to Korea, it took less than ten days to regain Pyongan Road, and the people everywhere, including Pyongyang, were eager to see through the Ming Dynasty, and Li Chunheng saw it.

In the past few days, he has also privately discussed with a few loyal subordinates that if the Rakshasa Kingdom is defeated by the Ming Dynasty, they will stay in Pyongyang City just to wait for death, but it is better to learn from Kim Jae-so in Nauiju City, and it will not be shameless to see the ancestors and ancestors under the spring.

The cannon outside Pyongyang began to roar again, and Lee Chun-hyung sighed, and after returning to his residence, he bit his index finger and wrote a short letter.

"Take General Ben's Moonworker!" Lee Chun-hyung returned to the city.

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

Li Chunheng has a strong body and amazing arm strength, and the bow he uses is also the heaviest bow in the Korean army.

Li Chunheng looked left and right, and found that the two Eight Banner soldiers on patrol happened to be blocked by his subordinates, as if asking something.

So taking advantage of this stall, Li Chunheng quickly pulled his bow and arrows, and shot the arrow feathers tied with the letter to a wooden box containing cannonballs next to the cannon under the city.

……

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

This made it seem to the Eight Banners soldiers at the head of Pyongyang that they would definitely be able to sleep well tonight, after all, the Ming army had finally stopped.

The four gates of Pyongyang were guarded by the Eight Banners, although they were all blocked with bricks and stones.

But Man Dahai was cautious in his use of troops, except for the more than 3,000 elites of the Eight Banners he brought, he did not trust the slave soldiers who surrendered from Korea, and there were fifty Eight Banners soldiers guarding the four city gates day and night.

"Who?" At three or four o'clock in the morning, when people were the most sleepy time of the day, the twenty or so sleepy Eight Banners soldiers on duty at the north city gate were suddenly awakened by a sound of footsteps.

"The minions have delivered meals to the military masters." An old man who looked like an old farmer carried two buckets of food and greeted him with a smile in his lame mite language.

"You old fool, you send food and deliver food, and you dare to call yourself a slave? What qualifications do you have to be called a minion? One of the Eight Banners turned out to be a fan, and the other went up and gave the old man a slap.

In the Qing Dynasty, not everyone can call themselves slaves, only the mite people can, in addition, even if you are an official of the first grade, you are not qualified to call yourself by this title when you see the emperor.

"Yes, yes, the old man is unreasonable, the old man is unreasonable, please enjoy it." The old man lost his money, so he squatted in a corner and waited to take back the rice bucket.

Night duty is a hard job, only soldiers who are not valued by their superiors will share this drudgery, the only hope of the night soldiers is to have a meal in the evening, and the recent meal is getting worse and worse.

More than 20 Eight Banner soldiers on duty at night scolded and scolded the food, and gobbled it up while shouting and scolding that the food was too unpalatable.

Half an hour later, more than 20 Eight Banner soldiers who had finished eating fell asleep one after another leaning on the city gate hole.

"General Li, according to your orders, those Eight Banners soldiers have all fallen down." The old man snuck into a small, dilapidated house with two empty buckets.

"It's hard Uncle Li, let's go and rest, and then I'll hand it over to General Ben." Lee Chun-hyung's voice was deep.

There is a big difference in mood between the first surrender and the second surrender, and the first time may be even more uncomfortable, betraying one's homeland, betraying one's own monarch, and defecting to the enemy......

But he may not be fit to be a soldier, Lee Chun-hyung just wants to live.

Five hundred Korean slave soldiers sneaked under the north city gate, and a group of four worked together to carry the bricks and stones filled in the city gate hole, and the Eight Banners soldiers who were sleeping on the side were all wiped off their necks.

Less leaning, the door creaked open from the inside, Li Chunheng lit a torch and shook it left and right at the city gate, and the dark night sky was extremely bright.

"My lord, could this be a fraud by North Korean slaves?" Seeing that the torches were lit at the appointed time under the city gate, Chang Yu was still not at ease.

"What are you afraid of, as long as you can enter the city, with the grenades on our bodies, this Pyongyang city can be leveled!" Lu Haibo's face was disdainful, or rather, the grenade on his waist filled him with a sense of security.

"In any case, this opportunity must be seized, Lu Shen will take 3,000 people to explore the road first, and if there is fraud in the city, exit immediately, otherwise he will go straight to the Yamen of Pyongyang City, and if there is resistance, he will be killed.

Wu Binghao, you"

Liu Hong gradually thought about it for a while, and said firmly, if he really wanted to rely on the solid cannonballs of the cannon to collapse such a thick city wall, it was estimated that it would take three or two days, which was too long.

"Humble duty!" Lu Haibo said excitedly.

He felt that the grenade on his waist was already hungry and thirsty, and he wanted to throw the grenade on his waist in one go and blow up all the dog minions with mites into the sky.

Less leaning, 3,000 cavalry of the Beijing battalion smeared and smeared into the city of Pyongyang under the leadership of Lu Haibo.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it's time for you to rest." In the Yamen Council Hall in Pyongyang City, a servile-looking subordinate stood beside Man Dahai and whispered.

"Stand down, I'm not tired." Man Dahai waved his hand and retreated, then spread out the map again and began to study the battle.

Man Dahai was twenty-four years old and was in the year of fighting, but it happened to coincide with the decline of the Qing Dynasty.

He originally wanted his father to be evacuated and still have the strength to make a comeback, but Dai Shan did not agree at all, the Korean war strategy was not easy to eat the fat in his stomach for half a year, how could Dai Shan be willing to give up easily.

Originally, although Man Dahai felt difficult, but fortunately, with the army of the Rakshasa country to take care of it, there was still a lot of strength, but today the two sides won a defeat outside the city, which made Man Dahai feel that something was wrong.

Perhaps, the last time of the Qing Dynasty is running out.

"His Royal Highness the Prince—" As soon as the old slave came out, he was in a hurry.

"Didn't you step back, why are you so flustered?" Man Dahai put down the pen in his hand and frowned.

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

PS: No, I can't open my eyes, broken sleep, good night, everyone.