Zheng Xi handed over the matter to the reliable staff on the left and right, and these children who hung up their official bodies were the people Zheng Zheng trusted and relied on the most: their predecessors were also the generals of the Zheng family's direct fleet, and in order to take over the children, these people not only went ashore to gain fame, but also invited some masters to teach them basic administrative practices, which is a rare talent in this era.

"From tomorrow onwards, the city will be young and strong, and one pound of grain will be distributed every day, and the old, weak, women and children will be given six taels a day. The soldier is a pound and four taels a day, plus meat..."

While copying, the staff asked: "The food in the city has been stored for less than 15 days, why does the Hou Ye still increase the distribution of food?" ”

"Ah, it's very simple, because Yangzhou will definitely not be able to hold on to the fifteenth!"

"Huh?" Hearing this, the pen in the staff snapped and fell on the white paper, and an ink blot crossed the words just written, "Why did Master Hou say this?" ”

"The walls hold out for a maximum of five days, and after five days, the Tartar cannons will be able to blast the walls. Attack along the rammed earth. Even if Yangzhou City still has an inner city, no matter how strong the inner city is, can it be as strong as the outer city? ”

Zheng Xi didn't say anything more, and patted the staff member who had given him an unknown number of strategies. "Alas, in the past few years, you have really benefited me a lot, but unfortunately, there are still shortcomings in the military."

That night, a curfew was still in place in the city of Yangzhou, and only the military tents and the Hou Mansion were lit with butter candles. Originally, the military tents everywhere were far less luxurious, but Zheng Xi said that if the city was broken, all these things would not be able to be taken away, so they were simply distributed to the army.

Outside the city, there were also no lights in the camps of the Qing army. Only a few large tents lit the wick. There are many shadows in the tent, and from time to time there are figures sitting in the same action repeatedly.

Night is the only quiet time on the battlefield, and night raids are the patent of small elites. The Qing army was unable to let these horseback orc warriors cross the city wall, and the Ming army was unwilling to throw the malnourished army into the vast darkness of the night--- without a banner, unable to distinguish between friend and foe, and the possibility of killing each other was greater than killing the enemy.

And for the procession of the messengers, night is also a time to travel. On the dirt road, where the ground could barely be seen, several people stepped on straw sandals, letting plant fibers rub against their skin. Only the emissary's shoes were given priority, and the feet were covered with thick cloth shoes called mille-feuille soles, which actually had only a dozen layers of soles.

After walking on a flat dirt road for most of the day, we finally found a somewhat undulating foothill, and after lighting torches and burning a bonfire, we finally had a hot meal.

"I'm so sleepy... Sleep..."

The two soldiers rubbed their eyes and said in a tone that only one breath remained.

The sentinel wanted to scold, but when he looked at the messenger next to him, he was already lying on the ground and asleep. He sighed helplessly, and put the fur and his clothes on the messenger's body. It doesn't matter if you catch a cold, if the messenger dies of illness, who can prove that these people are not spies?

After doing this, he nodded and told the soldiers to sleep around the fire, while he squatted against the fire, struggling to open his eyes.

One day.

One day.

There have been subtle changes in some places in the land of China, and the changes in some places have been more drastic.

In a country where there are still 50 million people, nearly 1,000 people will starve to death in the vast wilderness for various reasons.

Ten tons of pig iron and two tons of steel will be smelted out of the water vapor of Ava City, which can scald people to death.

Under the city of Yangzhou, which has become the focus, the weak point on the city wall of Yangzhou has become several zhang longer. Once it collapses, the Manchurian Iron Rider will be able to get rid of the debuff that is unfavorable to street fighting, and show its skills for a short time. The Manchurian soldiers, eating dried meat in the barracks, had already figured out how to shoot the terrified Nikans on their horses! Except for our Manchurian soldiers, who can shoot the enemy on a horse at a distance of three zhang? And for Nikan's infantry, how can it be so easy to hit themselves and have to wear armor?

Happily eating the modified boiled pork with various spices, imagining the glorious history of their fathers and grandparents who immediately started their own business, many people picked up the rice wine that was secretly hidden, and openly pushed the cup in the tent to change it.

"This Ming dog has been besieged for so long, I'm afraid that all the people in the city have become starving ghosts, right? Do we have to make them full of dead ghosts before we cut them down? ”

"Yes, then use lead to turn them into full ghosts!"

"Lead weighs a few dollars, this is too cheap for them, in my opinion, let them eat horse manure to be full of dead ghosts!"

In the drunken laughter of everyone, the orcs began to draw a big pie and discuss whether they could get half of the future. There was one thing, though, that they were wrong.

The Ming army in the city, like them, ate well.

However, in the Ming army camps distributed throughout the city, there was no smell of alcohol at all, and the Ming soldiers who ate around the stove all looked serious, and did not say a word to pick up the food with oil and water. Rumours continued to spread uncontrollably in the barracks, yet no one dared to speak publicly at the risk of being arrested during meals.

Familiar golden drums, familiar flags, familiar attack methods, and those who can survive all know what the Tartars are going to do and how to do it:

Every day of siege, it is a cannon bombardment, either at the weak point or at the head of the city. Then the besieging infantry came up, with the Green Battalion Fake Tartars in front and the real Tartars in three layers of armor behind. Generally, when the fake Tartar is almost finished, the real Tartar will be withdrawn along with the fake Tartar... Of course, this does not mean victory, on the city wall that has lost its bricks, every smashing of the ladder, every attempt of the Qing army, means that the rammed earth has been destroyed.

The tiger squatting cannon on the head of the city, the sound of bird guns became more and more sparse, replaced by the sound of gold juice and rolling wood---- which indicated that the enemy's effect was getting better and better each time he attacked the city, and the number of hand-to-hand encounters became more and more frequent.

Before the smoke of the lunch meal had dissipated, the Qing army on the western wall once again rushed through the moat. The birds, which had been evenly distributed to prevent the group from being wiped out, rang out sparsely, followed by the lime bottles that had been thrown out, which were not guided by radio and were naturally better than nothing.

The Manchurian soldiers and the green battalion soldiers who followed behind lined up in several rows, collectively suppressing the Ming army's bird-stricken-hands on the head of the city, and the stone chips hit by the lead flew everywhere, and no one dared to stretch out their guns again.

"Quick, Tiger Squat Cannon!" Seeing the hundreds of birds and gunners below, the people at the head of the city were in a hurry and almost knocked over the golden juice.

The tiger squat cannon weighs dozens of pounds, and two people or even one person can get it, but firing is a high-risk action. Adjusting the angle, changing the position, and reloading ammunition (the Tiger Squat Gun is a breech gun) are all difficult to do. Even if ten out of a hundred bird guns could hit here, the gunner who operated it would be beaten into a sieve.