The various defensive measures of Fengyang Mansion City can be said to be very complete.

Liu Guangzhi and Wei Liangchen repeatedly inspected and confirmed, and only then did they relax a little.

In siege warfare, the besieging side is the one who takes the initiative.

When to attack and how to attack is dominated by the besieging side.

The defending side can only see the moves, and adjust them according to the changes of the attacker.

Of course, Liu Guangzhi didn't think that he could easily hold Fengyang, but he was also ready for a fierce battle, even if it was half a month and a month, he would have to carry it on.

After all, the Ming army treated the Hanchen who surrendered to the Qing court very harshly, and Hong Chengchou had a precedent, and Liu Guangzhi would not surrender under any circumstances.

Lee Rae-hyung also seemed to have anticipated this, so he did not immediately order an attack.

It wasn't until the tunnels were dug and the coffin was stuffed in that he was ready for a tentative assault.

Everything was ready, and the moment the soldier lit the fuse, all the Ming soldiers held their breath.

According to their expectations, with a loud bang, the wall of Fengyang City should be blown down for a while, and at the worst, it should be tilted to a certain extent.

This will be extremely beneficial to the Ming army's fortified battle, and can also greatly reduce the casualties of the Ming soldiers.

After all, these are all veterans of the thirteen families in Kuidong, and one less one dies.

Lee Rae-hyung also hopes to win this battle at the smallest possible cost.

But the imaginary explosion did not happen, and it seems to be very similar to the last time the gunpowder was damp!

But it's been sunny for the past few days, and there is no sign of rain at all!

Li Laiheng was stunned.

What's going on?

"Little Tiger, shouldn't the Tartars do anything bad?"

Yuan Zongdi said with a frown.

"After all, we have used this tactic many times, and it is very likely that the Tartars are targeted."

"Hmm..."

Li Laiheng's mood was very heavy.

Yuan Zongdi is right, the tactic of shelling up the city can already be said to be a clear tactic for the Ming army.

The cards are laid out here, and there is no need to hide them at all.

In this case, it is reasonable for the opponent to make some arrangements for this tactic.

Fortunately, when Liu Xingming sent scouts to reconnoiter the surrounding environment of Fengyang Mansion City, he found some high ground, and the artillery mounts on it were still helpful for bombarding the city.

The east is not bright and the west is bright, and a way to suppress the Qing army can always be found.

Li Laiheng didn't plan to wait any longer, so he cleared his throat and said, "Pass the order, and the artillerymen will fire the cannons!" ”

Li Laiheng gave an order, and the gunners of the Ming army, who had already been prepared, geared up and fired shells at the head of Fengyang City.

Dozens of shells smashed towards the head of Fengyang City, and the battle alone had scared the Qing army half to death.

"Liu Fuzun, get out of the way!"

Wei Liangchen saw a cannonball flying towards him, shouted loudly, and then pounced deeply and knocked Liu Guangzhi down.

Before Liu Guangzhi realized what was happening, he was thrown to the ground by Wei Liangchen and rolled several times before stopping.

He ate a mouthful of soil, and his official hat was also thrown off, and he was very embarrassed.

If it wasn't Wei Liangchen who pounced on him, he would have scolded him.

But because it was Wei Liangchen, he could only swallow the cursed words into his stomach.

"Hey, I didn't expect the thief's artillery to be so good."

He originally thought that the artillery of the Ming army was only a strong momentum and would not have any substantive effect.

But now it seems that this is simply a weapon to break the city.

Just now, these dozens of shells killed hundreds of Qing soldiers, not to mention the injured.

It was Liu Guangzhi who was almost hit by a cannonball.

If the artillery shells of the Ming army were infinite, then the Qing army at the head of Fengyang City could be blown up just by firing the artillery.

Of course, this is impossible.

It was impossible for the Ming army to fire artillery endlessly.

If Liu Guangzhi's prediction is right, the Ming army will start to charge next!

Sure enough, just after a round of artillery fired, the war drums of the Ming army sounded.

With a muffled trumpet, the army launched a ferocious offensive.

They surrounded Fengyang City from all directions, carrying ladders and hitting wood in their hands, obviously coming prepared.

The Qing army had just been bombarded by artillery fire, and it did not react at the first time.

By the time they reacted, the Ming army had already rushed to the city wall.

In front of the city wall there are moats and plum stakes.

The Ming army first needed to avoid these plum piles.

This is not an easy task, because the placement of these plum blossom piles is very particular, and it can even be said to be tricky.

Often, these obstacles have to be removed in advance.

Now there is definitely no time for the uprooting, so I can only walk around.

This gave the Qing army time to react, and they gradually stabilized their positions and placed the fortifications in front of the battlements.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows, don't give the thieves a chance to break through!"

Wei Liangchen looked very nervous.

He knew very well that the positional warfare of the Ming army was very sharp, so he wanted to fight the Ming army with an unstable foothold.

The two sides fought in a tough position, and the Qing army would not have any advantage to speak of.

"What are you doing in a daze, shoot for Lao Tzu. Don't let a thief go! ”

The moat was actually not too wide, and the Ming army carried sandbags. As long as the Ming army was given time, they could fill the trenches in the shortest possible time.

The number of Qing troops played a decisive role at this time.

For a time, thousands of arrows were fired, and the vanguard of the Ming army, which lacked protection, was exposed to the rain of arrows.

This rain of arrows is like a waterfall, and the Ming army is drenched in the cold.

Although the armor protection of the Ming army has been relatively in place, it is obviously a little weak under the rain of arrows of this intensity.

With screams, from time to time Ming soldiers fell to the ground.

"Leave me alone, rush forward!"

"I'm dead, you take my place!"

"Fill in the place, fill in for me!"

None of Kuidong's soldiers are of a bad breed, and they are very content to be able to get to this day.

Seeing that he could take down the central capital Fengyang, no one would retreat at this time.

As for the dead, there will always be dead in battle.

The key is to see if the dead are worth it.

If they can save the people of Fengyang Mansion from the ravages of the Tartars, then they feel that it is worth it.

As for the life and death of individuals, they have long been downplayed, and twenty years later, they will be a good man!

"Sixth, I'm dead and take care of my mother for me!"

"Kill the Tartars, break Fengyang and make the Tartars pay for their blood debts!"

The Ming soldiers rushed to the trench fearlessly and threw the sandbags in their hands into the trench.

Some of them were shot by arrows and fell into the trenches, which can be regarded as indirectly contributing to filling the trenches.

The Qing army at the head of the city looked stupid.

Mom, the thief is really not afraid of death at all.

This kind of opponent is too scary, right?

"What are you doing in a daze, shooting arrows for Lao Tzu, waiting for the thief to attack?"

Wei Liangchen was so angry that he jumped to his feet, these dogs still have time to be stunned here.

The moat is their last cover, if they don't make good use of it to earn battle losses, how can this battle be fought?

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