Liaodong, on the banks of the Yalu River, in front of the city of Yiju.

Mao Wenlong looked at the city that he couldn't attack for a long time, his brows tightened, and he fell into deep thought.

A few days ago, Gao Wenlong led the main force of 7,000 Dongjiang Army to besiege Tieshan.

Tieshan is located on the coast of the Yellow Sea, a stone's throw away from Jupi Island, and the Dongjiang Army is just a short time away.

In this regard, the Houjin did not deploy too many troops here, only more than 300 Eight Banner Army and 300 Baoyi Aha for the purpose of monitoring the Dongjiang Army, and because this place was repeatedly fought for by the Dongjiang Army and the Houjin, the city was seriously damaged.

Seven thousand against six hundred, and it was not a strong city wall, Mao Wenlong bombarded it with cannons, and went down the Iron Mountain in half a day.

Then 50,000 strong men arrived, and according to Zhu Youzhen's orders, they swept away the population and property in the city.

"Brother, you see this table is good, let's get it back."

A skinny sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy pointed to a table with a missing leg and said to the tall man in front of him who was rummaging through the cabinets.

The tall man didn't look back, so he said.

"What do you want that thing for, carry the strange heavy one on your back, pick up the valuable ones that are easy to carry, let's go all the way and far, maybe there are better things ahead."

"Brother, I want to learn literacy from Uncle Chen, but I am missing a table."

The boy looked at the table with a missing leg with some reluctance.

"What kind of table do you want, we don't have paper or pen, it's good that you didn't practice with that Chen Xiucai on the ground before?"

"I may be able to pick up paper and pen on the road, Uncle Chen said, you have to use paper and pen to practice calligraphy, and you can't practice good words with branches on the ground."

"What's the use of practicing well? You can still take the Xiucai exam, besides, don't you see that Chen Xiucai is also working hard with us in Dongjiang Town, we don't need Xiucai, we need strong labor like me. ”

The tall man continued to rummage without looking back, but after a while, he saw that there was no sound behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the child's expression was unswerving, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"Alas, little brother, you are really like our father, good at dancing and making ink or something, okay, if this table is still there when you come back, let's move away, and on the way, my brother will give you a set of paper and pencils, and I will ensure that you can practice the same good words as our father."

Don't mention his father, as soon as he mentions his father, the little brother immediately cried.

The two brothers' surname is Liu, originally from Liaoyang, and their father Liu Dazhong is a talent.

In the first year of the Apocalypse, after the fall of Liaoyang, the whole family of thirteen, the men were all slaughtered by the Tartars, and the women were humiliated to death by the Tartars.

The two brothers were hiding in a secret vault and witnessed the scene with their own eyes.

After the two escaped from Liaoyang, they followed the surviving Han people all the way south, and finally arrived in Dongjiang Town.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Mao Dashuai said, one day take us back to Liaoyang, slaughter those Tartars, and avenge our parents and sisters."

The tall man carefully wiped his tears for his younger brother, but his eyes gradually turned red.

"And the traitor Li Yongfang, who also had to be slaughtered and fed to the dogs, Chen Xiucai said that if he hadn't hooked up with his sons and daughters, Liaoyang would not have fallen so quickly."

The younger brother said stubbornly.

"Well, kill them all, and leave not one behind."

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After capturing Tieshan, Mao Wenlong left 10,000 strong men to do the demolition work, and then led the main force to continue to march to Yizhou.

This morning, Mao Wenlong arrived in Yizhou, rested for a while, and after building siege equipment, he began to attack the city.

Yiju is not better than Tieshan, it is located on the bank of the Yalu River, it is an important military town in the southeast direction of Houjin, with 900 troops stationed in three Niulu, and the city is complete.

At the beginning of the year, Huang Taiji ordered Amin to attack Korea, and when he withdrew his troops, he reinforced the city of Yiju.

After the reinforcement of the city of Yizhou, the circumference is nearly 18 miles, more than one zhang high, the rammed earth is covered with brick structure, the thickest place is four meters, and the narrowest place is also two meters.

Because the road from Tiezhou and Yizhou to Lianshanguan is a mountain road, the caliber of the artillery brought by Mao Wenlong to siege the city this time is not large.

Of course, as far as Dongjiang Town can't even eat, they don't have large-caliber heavy artillery.

So the city wall was bombarded all afternoon, and only now did it slightly knock off the masonry on the outside, leaking out the rammed earth inside.

Seeing that the wave of siege sergeants just now was repulsed again, Mao Wenlong's face was solemn.

In the course of an afternoon, three successive waves of attacks were repulsed, and the sergeants had already suffered more than five hundred casualties.

Although it will be a success, but seeing that those lives that were still alive just now have become a corpse at this time, Mao Wenlong's heart is also uncomfortable.

But he has no choice, the siege of the city is to fill it with human lives, this has been the case since ancient times, even if it is a good general, if the city swears to defend the city, it is the same.

"Alas!"

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, and it was impossible to capture the city today, Mao Wenlong sighed, and was about to withdraw his troops from Mingjin, and count with the generals at night, and fight again tomorrow.

"My lord, Jinyiwei said that there is a plan to attack the city."

As soon as Mao Wenlong was about to give the order to withdraw the troops, Chen Jisheng, the deputy commander-in-chief, led the two brocade guards over quickly.

These two were the leaders of the brocade guards who carried out the covert operation.

Seeing Jinyiwei's plan, Mao Wenlong didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly led the two into the big tent to discuss.

After a while, everyone went out of the camp, but Mao Wenlong still looked suspicious.

"Order the artillery to focus on the previous gap, and before it gets dark, be sure to double the gap."

Although he was a little suspicious, Mao Wenlong still listened to Jinyiwei's strategy.

Soon it was dark, the cannon fire gradually stopped, and the officers and soldiers of Dongjiang Town also retreated to the camp, and the Houjin soldiers defending the city were also relieved.

In this era, military operations were rarely carried out at night, let alone the technical work of siege, and ordinary armies could not even march at night.

Without him, the people of this era generally lacked protein intake, and night blindness was a common phenomenon, not to mention the siege of the city, it was good to be able to touch the city walls.

Moreover, the organizational ability of the feudal army is even worse, and the probability of bombing the camp is even higher than the probability of a successful surprise attack in a night military operation.

So, after nightfall, both the attackers and defenders fell silent, licking their wounds in preparation for another battle tomorrow.

But in the midst of all the silence, a team quietly set off from the camp in Dongjiang Town.

Apparently these people did not have night blindness.

At this time, it is the second half of the night, which is the time when a person sleeps the deepest, and it is also the darkest time of the day.

But the squad ignored the darkness and nimbly climbed over all kinds of obstacles, and soon reached the gap in the previous wall.

During the day, the hole where the shells bombarded was still there, although it was not big, but it was enough.

After dropping a few pieces of yellow objects about ten kilograms, one of them lit the fuse.

The firing line hissed, but it did not wake the sergeant defending the city.

However, the few soldiers who had been silent before now completely ignored the concealment, and all ran like crazy.

This movement naturally attracted the attention of the garrison sergeant, and in the darkness, the Tartar archers fired a few arrows at the sound.

Unfortunately, the night was too dark, and there was no target shooting, and there was no accuracy at all.

But just as the Tartar archers were about to shoot a second arrow, a sound that shattered the sky exploded.