The thirteenth day, this is the thirteenth day of Wu Sangui's siege of Kunming.

Under the onslaught of the Wu army in turn, the Ming army defending the city gradually became overwhelmed, and the casualties gradually increased.

Feng Shuangli, the king of Qingyang, asked Mu Tianbo, the prince of Qianguo, to discuss countermeasures, and there must be a conclusion today whether to defend or withdraw.

"Qianguo Gong, this king feels that with the comparison of the strength of our army and the Wu thief, there is no point in continuing to defend it. We will eventually be dragged down by the Wu thieves, so it is better to break through the siege earlier and at least keep these forces. At that time, we can plan a counterattack, or we can go north into Sichuan and defect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Wen Ge Lao. ”

I have to say that what Feng Shuangli said is very pertinent and the reasons are very good.

But Mu Tianbo just felt uncomfortable.

Who called Yunnan generations to be the fiefdom of their Mu family. When the Son of Heaven came to Yunnan, Mu Tianbo was extremely excited. Being able to always be by the side of the Son of Heaven, he feels that his whole life is complete.

Later, the Son of Heaven decided to move the capital to Sichuan, although Mu Tianbo didn't say it, he was very uncomfortable in his heart.

But the holy will cannot be violated, since the Son of Heaven has decided so, Mu Tianbo can only act according to the order.

The Son of Heaven ordered him to guard Yunnan, and Mu Tianbo naturally wanted to guard this land for the Son of Heaven.

Now that Wu Sangui is coming, he has lost Yunnan like this, what face does he have to face the Son of Heaven?

To be honest, among the kings sealed by the Son of Heaven, Mu Tianbo's least favorite is Feng Shuangli.

Mu Tianbo felt that Feng Shuangli's temperament was too gentle, and he was not decisive enough to do things, so he just blindly sought stability.

If Bai Wenxuan and Dou Mingwang were replaced to guard Kunming, they would definitely make a different decision from Feng Shuangli.

But at this point, it is clearly not the time to quarrel.

Mu Tianbo thought about it for a while and expressed his opinion.

"King Qingyang, my lord thinks that he can still keep it. First, there was plenty of food and grass in the city, and although the proportion of soldiers injured was somewhat high, there were not many serious injuries. We can also mobilize the people of the city to help defend the city. According to the public opinion of his country, Wu Thief was in a hurry to take Kunming this time, and he attacked day and night because he did not have much grain and grass. Since he can't afford it, won't he withdraw on his own if we drag it out? ”

Feng Shuangli knew that Mu Tianbo would object, but he was not in a hurry, and persuaded in a harmonious voice: "But this is gambling with the lives of the soldiers." If the Wu thieves have enough food and grass to attack the city, none of us will survive. ”

Seeing that Feng Shuangli was so stubborn, Mu Tianbo said with a blank face: "The lives of the soldiers are their lives, but aren't the lives of the people their lives?" There are not many people in this city, but there are tens of thousands, and if we evacuate, what will happen to them? ”

Feng Shuangli's expression darkened, and he couldn't answer.

In his heart, he really didn't think about these people. Or in his subconscious, the people are all sacrificeable.

But Mu Tianbo is different, he is the Duke of Qianguo, and the people of Yunnan, especially Kunming, cannot be abandoned so easily.

"Let's discuss it again, maybe there is another way, maybe we can take the people with us."

Mu Tianbo only felt funny when he heard this, he shook his head and said, "Do you believe King Qingyang's words?" Wu thieves surrounded Kunming Pond. If we strive to break through, there may still be a slight possibility, but if we take the people with us, there is no possibility of escape! ”

Feng Shuangli never thought that the meeting with Mu Tianbo would be like this, and sighed and said, "Then let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

He also knew that Mu Tianbo didn't agree, and it was impossible for him to lead his troops to break through alone.

In that case, even if the breakthrough was successful, he would not be able to explain it to the Son of Heaven.

You must know that Mu Tianbo's status in the mind of the Son of Heaven must be very high, at least higher than him Feng Shuangli.

If Feng Shuangli gave up Mu Tianbo, he would definitely be questioned by the Son of Heaven.

It's only to blame him for ignoring Wu Sangui's determination to seize Kunming, and now it seems that Wu Sangui is definitely prepared!

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Wu Sangui has been in a very good mood these days.

Although he has not yet taken Kunming, it is only a matter of time according to this situation.

Once he took Kunming, he decided to retreat to Yunnan and not go out.

At present, the Ming army and the Qing army are inseparable, and if the Ming army takes Huguang, at least in terms of food, it will be a waste of the Qing army.

With food, you can raise more soldiers, and with more soldiers, the Ming army will have more capital, and you can choose to go down the river to join Zheng Chenggong's troops, or you can choose to fight Liangguang.

Either way, you can't go wrong.

What Wu Sangui has to do is to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight to see how the situation develops.

One thing is certain, this battle between the Ming and Qing dynasties will not end soon, no matter which side of the Ming and Qing dynasties has the advantage, the other side will resist desperately.

Both are not small in size and are unlikely to die out in a short period of time.

Wu Sangui had a hunch that the fight was likely to last a few years or even longer.

Between the Ming and Qing dynasties, Wu Sangui didn't care who had the last laugh, all he cared about was the king of the land.

As long as either side of the Ming and Qing dynasties recognized Yunnan as his fiefdom and made him a prince, then Wu Sangui could recognize this regime.

Of course, all this is premised on the fact that the regime can have the last laugh.

Seeing that it was time for dinner, Wu Sangui was a little hungry.

He ordered his soldiers to bring to-day's supper.

Sticking cakes, wild vegetable soup, and the food eaten during the march and war must not be compared with when they were in Guiyang.

Wu Sangui is not picky.

Anyway, it won't be long before Kunming can take it down, and you can eat whatever you want by then.

Just bear with it.

I have to say that the amount of food that people eat when they are hungry is somewhat staggering.

Wu Sangui ate six sticks of bread in one go, drank two large bowls of wild vegetable soup, and then wiped his mouth with satisfaction, waved his hand and ordered his soldiers to bring the food down.

After that, Wu Sangui did not rest, but continued to plan the details of tomorrow's siege.

From the tentative offensive in the past few days, he has found that the entire Kunming garrison will not be too many, and at most it will not exceed 20,000.

And Kunming City is a big city, and it is divided into a city head, which is 5,000 people.

As long as Wu Sangui evenly dispersed his forces to attack the four cities, the Ming army would always have one side that could not support it.

Wu Sangui divided some offensive lines in detail, and Zhengmei was thinking about it but his stomach suddenly hurt.

Uh, why does it hurt so much?

Wu Sangui only felt a cramping pain in his stomach, and shouted loudly: "Bring the bucket, I want convenience!" ”

What made Wu Sangui angry was that no one responded to him.

Did these soldiers eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, and they must be taught a good lesson another day and told them to abide by the rules.

Wu Sangui wanted to go out of the camp tent to make it convenient, but a strong sense of defecation hit the dung gate, and Wu Sangui was horrified, for fear of pulling it in his pants, so he had to unzip his trouser pocket and take off his pants.

Immediately open the sluice gate and release water, like the Yangtze River flooding.

A foul smell wafted, and Wu Sangui instinctively frowned.

Why does it stink so much? It must have been a bad stomach!

How did this army of cooks do it, are they really tired and crooked, dare to fool people with this kind of food!

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