The money rattail on Park Jimin's head has been cut off, and he wears a cotton hat on his bare bald head, and he wears a thick cotton coat with an old woolen sweater inside, and old cotton underwear inside. Although www.biquge.info from hats to cotton clothes, sweaters to pants are all old, which were worn out by the soldiers of the Ming army, they are really warm when worn on the body, and Park Zhimin does not feel cold at all.

At night, I live in a tent, and there is a small coal stove in the tent, which is hot, and my body is covered with a duvet, so I don't feel cold at all. On the periphery of the barracks, there was a circle of ice castles built with mud and water, and then surrounded by sled cars, and the defense of the Ming army barracks itself was impregnable.

Although he was a prisoner, Park Jimin was very satisfied with this life, he was warmly dressed, and every meal was full of various grains, including corn nests, sorghum cakes, potato cakes, baked sweet potatoes and other staple foods, and the dishes were canned meat, canned fish, and Chinese cabbage stewed tofu. It is said that before the battle in a few days, there will be white rice and white noodles to eat, fragrant braised pork, and delicious salmon.

Park Jimin was very satisfied with his life as a prisoner, although he was a prisoner of the Ming army, but the food and clothing conditions were not compared with being a slave in Ningguta, even compared with when he was in North Korea, it was already very good.

"Tomorrow morning! Dear brethren, As soon as it got dark, Zheng Xi gave the order.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and the soldiers carried baskets of snow-white steamed buns, steaming with fragrance, and then some people carried large wooden barrels full of braised pork, and others brought iron basins with fish pieces.

Park Jimin scooped a few pieces of braised pork into his bowl, scooped in the broth, grabbed a white flour steamed bun, soaked it in the bowl, put it in his mouth and devoured it, this taste was particularly fragrant, and when he ate it, he used chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish. Soon he finished eating five steamed buns and drank some steaming cabbage stewed tofu.

"It smells so good! Tomorrow there will be a war! Don't die here! I want to live! Park Jimin muttered to himself.

The next day, everyone was woken up early in the morning, and each person was given four large meat buns and a bowl of egg and tofu soup. After breakfast, the war drums and horns sounded in the barracks, and the Ming army began to attack.

Winter in the Northeast is very late, it is already early in the morning, and the sky is still dark. The Ming gunners set up a 24-pounder mortar gun, lit bonfires around the artillery positions, the gunners in charge of lighting the fire held torches, and the gunners in charge of loading nervously loaded the gunpowder and shells into the chambers.

"Fire!" Zheng Xi gave an order.

The two 24-pounder mortars in charge of the test fire spat out tongues of fire, and the shells swept across the sky and smashed into the walls of Ningguta. The test-fired shell was not high in accuracy and did not hit the target. However, after three rounds of test firing, the accuracy of the shells was significantly improved. Then thirty twenty-four-pounder mortars spat out tongues of fire in turn, and whistling shells smashed onto the walls of Ningguta. Solid cannonballs fell, the frozen ice cubes were smashed apart, and the sharp ice cubes flew in all directions like shrapnel, and the Qing soldiers at the head of the city suddenly flew with flesh and blood, and the heart-rending screams were endless.

The Ming army's mortars continued to bombard until the barrel heated up, and then began to cool the barrel. During this period, the Ming army replaced the sub-mother cannon to bombard the city, and the cannonballs hit the ice covering the city head one by one, breaking off and falling down.

"Water it quickly!" Peng Chun shouted and gave the order.

The Qing soldiers came up with iron buckets and poured buckets of water from the city. On the walls of Ningguta, which was dripping with ice, the ice damaged by the cannonballs quickly thickened.

"Swap out the shells and blow up the Tartars!" Zheng Xi shouted.

The thirty mortars that had been cooled down were replaced with flowering shells, and the gunners nervously reloaded, and then ignited the reloaded mortars. Accompanied by a row of cannons, flowering shells whistled and smashed into the city.

These old-fashioned mortar cannons and old-fashioned flowering shells were all eliminated by the Qiongzhou Army and transferred to Zheng Xijun, although they were all old-fashioned flowering shells filled with black huo medicine, but the power of the twenty-four-pound shells was not weak at all, each shell was filled with five catties of gunpowder, and there were more than ten catties of iron balls. The cannonballs that landed on the ground exploded into huge fireballs, and the soldiers at the head of the city fell down screaming.

The sky gradually brightened, and Zheng Xi issued the order to siege the city.

Park Jimin and his companions push a strange-looking shield cart with no wheels and two sleds underneath. Although there are no wheels, it is very easy to push the shield cart on snow, and it is easier than it is to walk on solid ground on a normal day. In front of the shield cart was a thick plank that had been watered several times, and the frozen ice was as hard as steel. The shield cart was loaded with sacks, filled with crushed ice. Above the shield cart, there is also a double-layer anti-arrow curtain to block the light arrows that are fired.

Seeing the shield cart approaching the city wall step by step, Peng Chun shouted: "Release the arrows!" ”

At the head of the city, 300 soldiers with eight banners and more than 2,000 people in armor have opened their bows and arrows, because the front of the shield cart is extremely strong, it is impossible to shoot through from the front, so the Qing army adopted the method of throwing light arrows.

The locust-like arrows flew into the sky, flew to the highest point, and began to fall under the influence of gravity. Rows of feathered arrows pierced the canvas above the shield cart, but these canvases were unusually strong, and the light arrows pierced on them, either bounced off or pierced only a little, and could not penetrate even the second layer of anti-arrow curtains, let alone hurt the people below.

Park Jimin slowly pushed the shield cart for him and other North Korean prisoners, and his shield cart was followed by more than a dozen Ming musketeers. Hearing the sound of rain on the canvas overhead, Park Jimin was very scared, just afraid that the canvas above his head would not be able to block the feather arrows, and he would be shot through, or even shot to pieces, so wouldn't he die? He suppressed his fear and pushed the shield cart hard. When he was pushing the cart, he turned his head to take a look, and saw the musketeer behind him with a resolute expression, following the shield cart and approaching the city wall step by step.

"Stop!" Park Jimin heard a shout.

The shield cart stopped seventy paces below the city of Ningguta, and the Ming musketeers armed with muskets suddenly stepped forward, stretched out their muskets from behind the shield carts, and aimed them at the head of the city.

"Bang bang bang" a row of gunshots, white smoke filled the air, and bullets rained down on the city. The Qing soldiers who were shooting arrows with bows and arrows at the head of the city sprayed blood mist one after another, and fell one after another.

These musketeers were all rifled gunners, and Zheng Xi already had more than 300 rifled gunners here, but Wang Yu did not provide Zheng Zheng with mini rounds, so the loading speed of rifled guns was very slow. Fortunately, Zheng Xi had the money, and all rifled gun bullets were issued with a piece of silk red cloth to reduce friction and speed up reloading.