Dawn.

The thunderous sound of artillery still resounded throughout Nanjing, the firelight on the Yuhuatai continued to shine, and the roar of the cannonballs piercing the air was like the roar of a monster.

In the light of the fire, the majestic tower of the Great Bao'en Temple is like being stained with blood.

No one sleeps in Nanjing tonight.

The shelling that began yesterday has continued to this day, although the rate of fire has been slowed down due to the need for cooling, but as the strongest outer layer was blasted open, other heavy artillery of the Datong Army also joined the bombardment, and at the moment at the concentrated bombardment, many shells fell every minute at the moment, and the city wall that had guarded the city for more than 200 years finally failed to block the bombardment of the 10,000-jin cannon.

The moment of the destruction of the city is near.

"Are you all ready?"

Yang Xin roared.

In front of him were countless waiting soldiers.

Things have changed a little, his estimate of the Nanjing city wall is too high, and Zhu Yuanzhang cut corners when he repaired the city wall.

It is true that the city wall of Nanjing is made of bricks.

But the adhesive of the two layers is different on the inside and outside.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't have so much glutinous rice to glue all the bricks with glutinous rice juice mixed with lime, the consumption of glutinous rice was too great, this was food, he was in turmoil at that time, and the food could still be saved, and the outside of the city wall was indeed glutinous rice juice mixed with lime to make a binder, but the bricks inside were glued together with yellow mud. Although it is not a hard-shell soft-core rammed earth clad brick wall, it is not a real pure brick, and after being blasted open by the cannon, the outer layer of glutinous rice juice bonded city bricks has limited ability to withstand shelling.

Even after being hit by a shell, a large collapse soon appeared.

However, there is nothing strange about this, after all, Zhu Yuanzhang could not have imagined that more than two hundred years later, the city would have to withstand more than forty catties of heavy iron balls at supersonic speed.

What did he have back then?

Even if the bowl mouth gun is a cannon, that is, a trebuchet throws a hundred and ten catties of stones, that thing can't be broken at all, and it doesn't need to be too exaggerated inside, but now Yang Xin is a little embarrassed, after the continuous bombardment during the day caused a large area of the shell to be destroyed, the collapse of the city wall began to intensify. In the final analysis, this is also a real giant cannon, a sixty-pounder cannon, even at this time in Europe, it is also a national extermination, even if the fortress can't withstand it, in fact, twenty-four pounds is enough to attack the Dutch-style bastion.

The real fortress to the full body, has to be the Vauban that has not yet been born at this time.

But now the Spaniards are in the European theater of war, with twenty-four pounds as the most effective heavy artillery, no matter how large it is, it is indeed more effective, but the mobility is tragic.

And this is in the sixty-pound class.

Not far behind Yang Xin, the city wall at the place where the shells were concentrated was trembling slightly, and even the stirred broken bricks could be seen flying into the sky.

The cannonballs are constantly smashing the city wall that has stood for more than 200 years, and the power of the country more than 200 years ago cannot resist the scientific and technological progress of more than 200 years, in fact, most of the city wall outside has collapsed, and even formed an obvious slope, but there are still the last few meters of thickness still standing tenaciously. In the winter wilderness outside the city, the Datong army had already begun to line up, and the embankment they had built upstream led away the water of the Qinhuai River, which had already exposed its bed and was frozen solid in the bitter cold.

There was no obstacle in front of them.

They were waiting for the moment when the walls were blown open, and in the same way, the soldiers and civilians in the city were waiting for the moment when the walls were blown open.

"Are you ready?"

Yang Xin roared.

"Ready!"

The soldiers roared.

"Are you ready to take on the enemy?

They are already sharpening their swords, their warhorses are already neighing, and the next moment they will rush towards this city, rush towards yours.

They are coming to take away the good days you have just gotten.

So do you agree? ”

Yang Xin roared.

"No!"

The soldiers shouted.

"Then bring the wine, let's drink it and then kill the enemy!"

Yang Xin roared.

Immediately afterwards, the servants brought a jar of rice wine and began to pour bowls and bowls for the soldiers.

These are the next to plug the gap, which is basically equivalent to a death squad.

Zhang Mingzhen's attack was to open the gap with artillery, and then launch a full-line assault on the three-kilometer city wall on both sides of the Jubao Gate, without the obstruction of the Qinhuai River, his soldiers could directly attack the city wall, even if it was enough to climb with a ladder, in the end he had an army of 50,000......

And even more.

During this time, the gentry of Taiping Mansion, Ningguo Mansion and even Huizhou and other places have successively organized regimental training to reinforce him, and at this moment he has at least 100,000 troops under his command, including 20,000 troops left behind in Datong Army directly from Huizhou to the north after solving the southern front, he has an absolute advantage in troops and can attack in the most extravagant way.

However, the strong attack on the city wall, especially the Jubaomen, on both sides is a containment, and the real key is to break through the gap.

After all, you can't really rely on a ladder to break through Nanjing.

The same is true for the defending side, when the soldiers defending the city on both sides of the wall have already climbed the wall and waited behind the battlements of arrows, and the elite of these local military households are responsible for plugging the gap and really fighting a bloody battle.

But it's not just themselves, Yang Dudu will personally lead them.

At this moment, the city wall shook violently with a huge impact sound, and even a brick fell from it.

At this time, the sky finally revealed a trace of blood red.

"Brothers,!"

Yang Xin roared.

Then he drank it all, and then dropped the bowl......

"Prepare to meet the enemy, a good man washes the battlefield with blood!"

He howled.

Then he turned and picked up his greatsword.

This thing is an enlarged version of his Shang Fang sword, but it is slightly shorter than the Mo knife, but it is wider and thicker than the Mo knife, and the weight is not very exaggerated, only about thirty catties, after all, he is already very heavy, and he will continue to fight if he plays too heavy. The weapons that the generals really use on the battlefield will not be too heavy, wielding a hundred-pound broadsword is something that people can do, but changing a twenty-pound one will definitely be able to fight longer, in the end, no one knows how long they need to continue to fight on the battlefield.

The soldiers behind him drank them all as well, then smashed their bowls and took up their weapons.

These are the real elites too.

They weren't even three-quarters armor, but all of them were full body armor, standing in the first rays of dawn like iron cans, and they were all big men, and even the weapons were all Miao knives, and huge two-handed war knives were carried on their shoulders. And behind them were the musketeers in a line, not arquebuses, but a batch of flintlock muskets sent by the Beiyang Naval Division, but not long guns, but flintlock short muskets, each with three hanging on their bodies, a total of three hundred musketeers, and their task was to mix in the battlefield to shoot black guns.

Zhang Mingzhen's first wave of impact must have been similar to the cold-weapon heavy infantry.

It's like this in the city, it's impossible to make the first wave of musketeers, so these black guns are very useful.

Yang Xin stood at the front, holding his giant sword in both hands.

A thousand daredevils stood behind him, each carrying Miao knives in both hands.

And on the wall beside them, countless soldiers lined up along the women's wall, holding their weapons in their hands, arquebuses, flintlock muskets, mine guns, grenades, and even light artillery, Molotov cocktails, this must be there, and the effect must be very good, and the other 10,000 enemies are also indispensable. On the other side of the women's wall, all kinds of artillery of the Datong army are constantly bombarded, and from time to time heavy shells destroy the women's wall, and then harvest lives with broken bricks, but these soldiers are still waiting silently.

High-pitched shells continued to pass over their heads, creating a new ruin in the city.

As for the Confucius Temple......

That one is already in ruins.

Zhang Mingzhen's bombardment must avoid the tower of Dabao'en Temple, after all, he still came from the side of the Qing monarch, and it is impossible to destroy this tower of Yongle to commemorate Queen Ma, but this tower, which can be called a landmark of the Ming Dynasty, just blocks the best shooting range. The bombardment of the west side of the Jubaomen city wall was too far, and the bombardment of the east side had to be avoided as much as possible, so he chose the best of both worlds, but he ignored that this location happened to be in a straight line with the Confucius Temple.

Fortunately, because of the condescending angle, the shells rarely hit that far, but this kind of thing will still have accidents after all.

Three such accidents in total.

But three times is enough, even if the distance of this level of artillery is more than two thousand meters, there is no pressure to make a breakthrough in the Confucius Temple.

More than forty pounds.

Bounce on the ground and collapse the Dacheng Hall.

In the end, three shells hit the Confucius Temple miserably.

Everyone waited silently, and even outside the range of the shells, the new military battalions and militia battalions were equally ready to defend their homes and bury the enemy in street battles once the enemy broke through the defensive line and poured into the city.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying roar, and at the same time, the broken bricks on the city wall were splashed, and then a large number of bricks fell directly from the top of the city wall, and even a huge gap appeared in the city wall, but almost at the same time, another cannonball hit, and the city wall, which had already been shaken out of a large number of cracks, suddenly shook like a wooden board blown by a strong wind......

Yang Xin watched quietly.

Everyone watched quietly, waiting for a new blow in the morning glow.

The roar sounded again, and then the wall fell backwards as if it had been torn down, and then fell in all parts.

A gap more than a foot high appeared in the city wall.

"This wall is unscientific!"

Yang Xin said with certainty.

Obviously, between the inner and outer adhesive city walls, there is a lack of a structure to resist longitudinal forces, which eventually leads to the peeling inside, if you add steel bars, this kind of thing will definitely not happen, saying that in the filial piety tomb behind him, Zhu Yuanzhang should kick him on the back if he can climb out, and he will have steel bars, and Lao Tzu has to use wrought iron to make weapons.

And the shelling continues.

But at the same time, a muffled thunderous drum beat faintly came from outside.

"The enemy is attacking!"

In a hot air balloon in the sky, observers shouted with horns.

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