Early the next morning, the barracks began to bury the pot for cooking, and last night the order was given, and after breakfast today, they began to bombard the Kremlin in an effort to end the fighting today.

After several months of cold wind, now it has finally come to the last moment, and the officers and men of all departments are in good spirits.

Kong Ermao didn't even bother to instruct a team of artillery to carry the shells, these shells are the key to conquering the Kremlin today, Kong Ermao is also very excited, because when this expedition is over, he will at least be a count when he goes back, this is Liu Hong's promise to him.

Half an hour later, more than 50,000 men gathered under the southern walls of the Kremlin.

"Stunned, let's start your show!" Without too much nonsense, Liu Hong gradually held the telescope and just glanced around the city wall before giving the order to attack.

No one ever thought about howitzers for war, where the walls were no longer impregnable, and the besiegers no longer had to pay the price of war with their flesh and blood.

The bombardment lasted for more than two hours, with little interruption except for two pauses in artillery cooling.

Baba and the others stared at the city wall, and looked at Liu Hongjian from time to time, as if they were waiting for the final order.

"My lord, there seems to be a white flag on the city wall!" Chang Yu put down the binoculars and hurriedly said to Liu Hong.

Liu Hong frowned when he heard this, and also picked up the binoculars.

There is indeed a white flag hung on the city wall of the southern city, and the two ends of the white flag are hung on the city wall with ropes to look particularly eye-catching.

"Where is the white flag, why hasn't this king seen it, Babala, have you seen it?" Liu Hong gradually put down the binoculars and looked at Chang Yudao.

His sudden words surprised everyone present, although it was not close to the city wall, it could still be seen clearly through the telescope.

Why did the prince open his eyes and tell nonsense?

"Lord Wang, I didn't see any white flags." Baba snatched the telescope from Chang Yu's hand decently and glanced at it so-so, and also opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"That's it, Lord Chang, take a look again, where is the white flag, why didn't we see it?" Fang Dagang, a former member of the westbound squad who had been promoted to guerrilla, took over the conversation.

Chang Yu didn't say anything, so he had to take the telescope from Babala's hand and look at it again.

"Oh, I didn't sleep well last night, I was dizzy, I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong, I really didn't have a white flag." Chang Yu sneered.

"Then keep bombing, it looks like the walls are running out." Liu Hong gradually waved his hand and motioned for everyone to continue watching the battle.

Lin He, Lu Haibo and the others looked at each other without making a sound.

It is impossible for Liu Hongjian not to see the white flag, but what if he sees it?

The Rakshasa country has now rebelled against their relatives, to put it bluntly, grandma does not love uncle and uncle, and the countries of Europa wisely chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger after seeing the armament of the Ming Dynasty.

Now the soldiers in the city decided to surrender after realizing that there was no one left to save them, but how could Liu Hongjian allow them to surrender.

Not to mention how many people have died in the expeditionary force in the past year of the Western Expedition, there are tens of thousands of Rakshasa soldiers in the city, if they really accept the surrender, how to settle them?

More than 50,000 people are guarding more than 60,000 captives, who is guarding whom?

After taking the Kremlin, the expeditionary force will have to return to the DPRK, how can it bring tens of thousands of prisoners who can eat and pull along the way?

Besides, what if the Rakshasa Kingdom surrenders by fraud? Who can guarantee that it isn't?

Babala didn't think about it so much, he just felt that after waiting so long, suffering so much, and dying so many people, it was not enough to vent his anger if he didn't kill all the Rakshasa soldiers.

Gu Jia, the dean of the Lecture Martial Arts Hall, was silent, and he was not reconciled, but he did not say his identity because of his identity, while the other two survivors of the westbound team, Fang Dagang and Chen Yishan, were full of excitement.

Hatred drives people crazy.

In this way, under the deliberate neglect of the big guys, the Rakshasa soldiers who were ready to surrender fell into despair, Kong Er was stunned to see that Liu Hongjian did not order him to stop shooting, and immediately understood what Liu Hongjian meant, he personally calibrated the three cannons, and only a moment of effort to blast the white flag into pieces.

Half an hour later, the eastern city wall completely collapsed, and Baba Lacang, who had long been unable to hold back, drew his war knife with a bang.

"Lin River! You march into the city with 5,000 infantry, all with bolt-action rifles! Liu Hong glared at Babala and stopped his thoughts of charging.

It's not that he doesn't want to see cavalry, in the past siege battles, once the city wall is captured, it is basically the cavalry that rushes to kill first, and then the infantry army.

But the casualties will inevitably be very large in this way, after all, the other side also has muskets and grenades, and Babala naturally doesn't care about casualties after fighting too many conventional siege battles, he just needs to win, but Liu Hong gradually cares.

"Kong Ermao, bring three hundred mortars to the left and right, Tianbao, a few of you will also follow, the target is the local commander!" Liu Hong gradually said again.

Although the city is broken, the Rakshasa soldiers still have an organization, and it is impossible for them not to do organized defense, and the expeditionary force must crush their defenses at the minimum cost, only until they collapse, and then the cavalry throwers of Baba can really play a role.

The range of the mortar is lower than that of the howitzer and higher than that of the bolt-action rifle, and naturally it is also farther than the musket of the Rakshasa people, and the mortar can stay in the rear of the infantry army and flexibly bombard the musket team of the Rakshasa country.

And it was just a dozen accurate, under the combined strangulation of bolt-action rifles and mortars, the Rakshasa soldiers who were still using the tactics of lining up to shoot were almost being shot in line.

In the space of two quarters of an hour, at least three Rakshasa infantry formations were routed, and at this time, a cavalry came out from the rear, and these people screamed with blood-red eyes, as if to interpret what it means to be trapped and fighting.

Kong Er was stunned at all, and immediately ordered three hundred small steel cannons to calibrate the angle of the barrels, Lin He and Kong Er's artillery corps had already cooperated seamlessly, and quickly ordered his subordinates to prepare grenades to cover the artillery.

In a matter of moments, all the cavalry that rushed up was blown into heaven, and then the two began to cooperate with the infantry phalanx of the Rakshasas.

Seeing that the defensive front of the Rakshasa gradually collapsed, Liu Hong gradually sighed and waved his hand at Babala, signaling that he could start charging.

"My lord, don't you slaughter?" Baba didn't immediately draw his sword and charge, but after waiting so long, he calmed down a lot.

"Yes." Liu Hongjian didn't say much, just hummed softly.

Until now, he still doesn't think of himself as a bloodthirsty city slaughterer, on the contrary, he still hates war, but the rings of history are rolling forward and he has to go to war, and if he wants to evacuate safely, he must be ruthless.

When he got the right words, the flame in Babala's chest instantly burned brightly.

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