(It's this day again, this day is always unforgettable, and the eight years after this day have always made people feel excited, tearful, bloody, and ...... Today's photo should be the scene, although it is not Lugou Bridge, but it starts from here! ）

The cold muddy river flowed quietly, and a few miles away from the river, a city stood on the plain, although it was early morning, but there was a slight fog over the city, and the fog seemed a little dark and thick......

This was what the Manchus called "Heavenly Grace and Prosperity", and by this time, after several days of shelling, it had completely changed - there were few intact buildings in the city, and all the walls were ruined. Almost all the buildings were destroyed by the shelling, and tens of thousands of flowering shells destroyed everything in the city, plunging the people of the city into fear that they had never felt before.

After a night of silence, the moment the slave carefully pushed open the cellar door, the choking smell of smoke rushed into the small cellar, and the women and children who choked all let out a burst of coughing sounds, and it took a while to get used to it.

"Master, the left wing is gone!"

The servant's words made the woman sigh, and she barely squeezed out a smile as she looked at the children around her.

"Let's all go out and take some breath first."

After leaving the cellar, there was a mess in sight, almost saw an intact house, and even an unexploded watermelon-sized iron bullet in the yard, looking at the ruined walls, the woman just sighed, since five days ago, this seemingly safe city has become a dead land, I don't know how many people died under the shelling of the Ming army, and the shells of the Ming army fell like raindrops......

When E-Niang instructed his subordinates to pack up their things and prepare to cook, Nalan Xingde looked into the distance on the stone steps in front of the hall, his hands holding his chin, just looking out stupidly, through the gap between the two bombed houses, he could see farther away, but most of them were also such ruins, and the house of the Amin Li family was still there last night. It's all gone, not even the broken walls.

"I guess it was the place where the thunder fell last night......

Thinking of the dust falling from the top of the cellar that had thundered with a loud bang last night, Nalan thought so in his heart, and then continued to look elsewhere.

For many days, as long as she came out of the cellar, she had to sit on the stone steps in front of the hall for several hours every day, staring blankly at the fireworks in the city, through the collapsed wall, she saw the big cars that were blown up on the road ahead, and on the road, you could see many people, they were all people who lost their houses in the shelling of the Ming army, they lived on the side of the road, but in that place, how could they stop the guns of the Ming army?

Looking at the women holding the weeping babies, and the old people and children with dazed expressions, and then the soldiers in ragged clothes, with their faces and shoulders wrapped in bloodstained white cloths, they all stood there dazed and bewildered, and they raised their heads from time to time, and looked at the sky in horror, lest the cannon fall on their heads again.

"At least not yet......"

However, Nalan Xingde, who was only seven years old, was holding his head and thinking there, even thinking to himself.

They've been firing so many cannons these days, and now there shouldn't be any......

In fact, Nalan Xingde guessed that it was really about the same, after five days, the Right Route Army concentrated all the mortars and mortars, and poured shells towards Shenyang City at a speed of 8,000 rounds per day, 40,000 shells did not seem to be much, but 40,000 explosive shells were equivalent to half of the shells in the reserve of the Right Route Army, and because of this, after five consecutive days of shelling without seeing any movement in the city, even Yu Zhang Xiaowu himself doubted whether this plan could succeed, after all, there were not many shells left.

"Hold on for a few more days!"

And Zhang Xiaowu's suspicion was different, Yu Shujie chose to insist, but compared to the previous insistence, he also issued an order - to halve the number of shells fired every day.

This meant a reduction in the density of the shelling, and although it was likely to cause the Qing troops in the city to realize that they had run out of shells, Yu Shujie had few options, after all, he also needed to take into account external threats.

"Kannai, giving birth to a female ......"

Yu Shujie silently wrote two words on the paper with a pencil, compared to the Qing army in the Guan, he is now more worried about the Jurchens outside the Guan, and a lot of intelligence shows that now the Ningguta General Bahai is recruiting Jurchens in Heilongjiang and other places, if they call from the north...... No, the battle here must be ended as soon as possible!

"Hmmm......"

After a moment of silence, his brows suddenly locked, and Yu Shujie said in a deep voice.

"It cannot be reduced, but the density of artillery fire must be further increased......"

Raising his head, Yu Shujie ordered to the staff officer on the side.

"Inform the artillery, the firepower is not reduced, today's 10-inch coastal mortar cannon, each cannon will shoot at least 100 shells, and in the next few days, give me all the 10-inch shells in Shenyang City, I don't believe it, these things can really withstand it!"

In just a few moments, the command's order reached the artillery position, and the gunners on the artillery position immediately got busy.

"Reload!"

With an order, the loud shouts of the artillery commanders rang out from the positions of the ten-inch coastal mortar guns, and with their shouts. The round shells are then rolled by the ammologist to the underside of the loader, unlike a normal gun loader. These 152-kilogram ten-inch shells can only be loaded with the help of machinery, in order to load this kind of shells, even specially developed a special five-finger tongs, when the tongs are tightened, he can clamp the shells tightly like fingers, and then lift to the muzzle.

The ammunition hand who operated the lifting sling immediately quickly pulled the chain sling, and the 152-kilogram shell was immediately hoisted, and when the gunners were preparing the shells, the loader at the muzzle of the gun packed a number of charges into the gun chamber, and dozens of pounds of gunpowder were stuffed in.

The whole loading process was as skillful as it had been during the training in the past. After the gunners finished reloading. The short and thick body of the ten-inch coastal mortar gun pointed directly at the somewhat gloomy sky. At the tail of the gun, the experienced gunner shook the stick, and under the push of the screw, the triangle that padded the tail of the gun was slowly moved, and the angle of the gun body also changed.

It is not easy to use a mortar to accurately hit a target, even with a seasoned artilleryman. The combination of a short barrel, low muzzle velocity and curved ballistics determined that the mortar was not an "accurate" weapon at all.

But even so, after a long period of exploration, the Loyal Volunteers still mastered some tricks to make the mortar shells fall within a certain range, at least not by luck, as in the past. Of course, this requires multiple test launches.

It may be a matter of luck to attack warships, after all, its dispersion is too large, but when used for siege, this dispersion becomes beneficial - the dispersion ensures that the shells do not fall in the same place every time, thus ensuring that the targets in the city are destroyed as much as possible.

After slightly adjusting the angle of fire, the next shelling is simple - leave everything to God! For the rest of the day, there was no need to adjust the angle of fire at all, and God would deliver the shells to the right place in the city.

"Put!"

With the order of the artillery commander, the movement on the ten-inch coastal mortar artillery position was difficult to describe for a while, and the violent cannon sound could even be called earth-shattering, even the artillerymen who had long been accustomed to shelling would be a little dizzy by the sound of the cannon, and even their ears were tense and painful, although the sleepers laid under the artillery had a well-equipped position, but when the violent backseat was transmitted to the earth, it still shook the ground under their feet and trembled rapidly.

At the moment of the shelling, the whole world was shrouded in white smoke, and the white smoke choked the gunners to hold their breath, and constantly waved their hands in front of them to sweep away the choking gunpowder smoke in front of them.

Twelve cannonballs weighing 100 pounds were fired like this, and when the twelve cannonballs streaked through the air, they made a somewhat strange sound, which seemed a little dull, like the roar of a wild beast, but this roar was suppressed, like the low roar of a wild beast when it was about to pounce on its prey, enough to make any timid prey scream in fear......

This muffled whistling sound in the air will be accompanied by more mortar shells, forming an impermeable whistling, dull whistling sound, like the drum of the drum tower, is preparing to wake up the city, this is a different kind of "wake-up service".

As in the past, when the shelling began, when the "wake-up service" woke up the city, woke the people of the city from their dreams, and fell into a nightmare again, the city was immediately shrouded in clusters of white and black smoke, and in the smoke of the explosion, the orange-red flames rose in the smoke, and the city was once again shrouded in gunsmoke!

In the early morning, when these shells fell into the city of Shenyang with a piercing roar. When the Qing army on the city wall was avoiding the shelling in panic, they could see twelve huge smoke clouds rising up in the city one after another, which was a mushroom cloud composed of explosion smoke and death, each shell weighing 152 catties was filled with dozens of catties of gunpowder, each explosion was like the explosion of a gunpowder truck, the power was really amazing, it could raze the houses within a few zhang nearby, and at the moment when the floor was razed to the ground, the violently expanding mushroom clouds and smoke clouds soared into the sky as high as a hundred zhang, The bricks and rubbles that had been blown up in the tall mushroom clouds and the fragmented remains were sometimes thrown over the city walls and even outside the city.

The almost devastating shelling made the Qing troops at the head of the city look at the city that has been razed to the ground in horror, and they just muttered in their hearts...... God willing, don't fall on their heads......