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Naturally, although the city wall of Chang'an City is not as gorgeous and thick as Beijing, it is actually not much worse, the city wall is not only high, but also thick, it is said that the thickness of the bottom of the city wall alone is tens of meters.

It was for this reason that Zhu Changyuan gave up the magical plan of using the siege artifact to attack the city.

It's very simple, because the overall length of Zhu Changyuan's siege artifact is only about ten meters, and even if the entire siege artifact drills into D, it can't dig half the thickness of the city wall. Once the soil in front is excavated, it cannot be transported, and the siege artifact is not easy to use at this time.

Moreover, if you play D on such a thick city wall, if the D opening dug in the back collapses while working in front, then you will rest*.

In addition, Li Zicheng transported the cannons of Guyuan to the head of Chang'an City as a whole, and now there are more than 300 cannons on the city wall, even if there is a siege artifact, it is not feasible to be deflated by a cannon before it is close.

Since it is difficult to attack the city, then don't attack it, just wait for the people inside to open the city gate.

In this regard, Zhu Changyuan has already thought of a perfect countermeasure.

I have long known that Li Zicheng's army is short of grain, and although the wheat is ripe at the moment, those soldiers of Zicheng went out to harvest and brought back not much grain.

Even if some of them are transported back, don't forget that there are hundreds of thousands of troops in Chang'an City, and their stomachs are real goods.

"I'll give you one thing, and I'll do it well!" Zhu Changyuan stood up lazily from behind the desk and said to Po Yu: "Send a few hundred-person teams to patrol back and forth around this Chang'an City, investigate where there are crops on the spot, and where are the people sent by Zicheng to harvest wheat?" These things are now our supplies! ”

Don't you Li Zicheng come out as a turtle in Chang'an City? Well, I'll laugh at your crops.

It's a big deal to transport a few large combine harvesters from modern society, and isn't it a matter of minutes to harvest these crops on the ground around Chang'an City?

"Yes, master!" The captives were ordered to go out.

Zhu Changyuan began to arrange people to do another thing.

Construction of airstrips.

Not bad. If you want to break the morale of the army, you need to cooperate with some necessary propaganda means, but now that Li Zicheng has locked himself in a turtle shell, does he want to go to the gate of Chang'an City to distribute leaflets to publicize?

That's a joke!

Flyers are to be distributed. However, according to the current situation, there is only one way and way to distribute leaflets, and that is to send them from heaven to earth, that is, they can only be done by airplanes.

Anyway, there are small planes brought from modern society in the system. No need for nothing!

Zhu Changyuan has a habit, no matter where he goes, whether it is useful or not, he will carry some daily necessities, such as fruits, drinking water or something, of course, as a common black technology item that was not available in ancient society, such as cement, steel bars, etc., he will also carry a little bit with him.

For example, this time, it is necessary to build an airstrip several hundred meters long in the barracks, and this project is in the hands of Zhu Changyuan, an engineer in modern society. Isn't it just a drizzle?

In the afternoon of the same day, more than 1,000 people were asked to dig a trench in the ground with weapons and weapons to dig a trench about 30 centimeters deep and about 5 meters wide.

Zhu Changyuan, the commander in the army, even took out the level meter to fry the level, so that the ground remained flat.

After the trench is dug, the base is cleaned and leveled, and then the concrete is manually mixed on site next to the trench.

The weight of an airplane transported from modern society is not large, less than 400 kilograms if it is empty, so it is completely usable to use concrete that is only 30 centimeters thick, even if it is only 10 centimeters thick.

However, Zhu Changyuan built this airport. He also plans to use it for a long time in the future, so he built it better, and of course the quality is not said.

After the concrete is mixed, it is poured into the trench on the spot. The pull line remains flat, and all the work is done in the afternoon. The rest of the days are just waiting for the concrete to set, and then the strength slowly comes up.

Under normal circumstances, it takes 28 days, or four weeks, for the strength of concrete to reach more than 80% of the expected strength, however. Zhu Changyuan can't wait that long, and he doesn't have to wait that long, according to reason, three days, the intensity is enough to reach fifty percent of the expectation, and it is enough.

Zhu Changyuan's army was stationed in the south of Chang'an City, and there was no movement for several days, nor did he attack the city or retreat, of course, he did not besiege the city, he just did nothing, except for pouring a concrete foundation, he did nothing!

made Li Zicheng angry.

"What the hell are they doing, look at it, it looks like a road has been built!" Li Zicheng stood at the head of the city, pointed to the runway in the distance and said to Liu Zongmin: "Is this road also used to attack the city?" ”

"Don't worry, the king!" Liu Zongmin looked at it and said: "It should be used to store military supplies, the king doesn't have to worry, what can this road be used for?" ”

"However, the widow is always not at ease!" Li Zicheng sighed, and suddenly said: "If you can find a way to invite this guy away, alas! I hate it. ”

"What does the king hate?" Liu Zongmin asked.

"I hate to listen to the words of Song Junshi." Li Zicheng shook his head in annoyance, and said with a bitter face: "At the beginning, if you used the strategy of the military advisor, first stabilize Zhu Changyuan, and then use a counter-strategy, there is still a glimmer of hope, now, people are swordsmen and I am fish, how can I teach the widow not to hate!" ”

Liu Zongmin listened to Li Zicheng's words and was silent.

What can he say? Song Xiance is resourceful and good, but everyone has already had their heads cut off by the king, so what's the use of regretting it now?

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A few days later, the people of Shaanxi, who were closer to Chang'an City, all ran over, they were all poor refugees who responded to Zhu Changyuan's call before, and ran from northern Shaanxi and even Gansu and Ningxia to wait for food.

Zhu Changyuan's food in the army was already very sufficient, coupled with the bumper rice harvest in Hanzhong, Kong He had already arranged for someone to send the first batch of grain to the army, so he was not stingy, of course, in order to fulfill the promise he made at that time.

All the refugees who came from all over Shaanxi were resettled not far from the barracks, and they were allowed to settle their own accommodations, and they were given enough food anyway.

In a fit of anger, a hundred and ten cauldrons were erected, and porridge was boiled day and night, as long as it was a refugee, they could wait in line to eat, but there was one point, they were not allowed to take it away, and they had to eat it on the spot.

The character of the Chinese Zhu Changyuan is still very well understood, in order to be afraid that after eating the last meal, he dares to queue up twice or even three or five times to store the meal, which will cause a lot of waste, so this strange decision was made.

To tell the truth, the rice transported from Hanzhong has a very poor taste.

That can't be helped, the growth cycle of early rice is short, only three to four months, and the poor taste is certain, but for those refugees who can only eat grass roots and bark, it is good to be able to fill their stomachs, and no matter how bad the taste is, the rice can be eaten with relish like delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

In the past two days, more and more hungry people have gathered from all directions, all eating rice porridge in Zhu Changyuan's porridge field, although sometimes they can't eat enough, but no matter how they say, they can be half full, for them, this is a great happiness.

The rice in Hanzhong was also transported day and night in a steady stream through 200 taels of wagons.

Zhu Changyuan was not idle, he got more than a dozen combine harvesters from modern society, trained dozens of cronies, and then asked them to drive to a nearby wheat field to harvest crops.

In this way, on the one hand, food is transported from modern society; On the one hand, rice was transported from Hanzhong; Third, he can also take the crops that Li Zicheng has worked so hard to grow as his own.

With a three-pronged approach, even if the last soldiers and civilians who came to eat reached the astronomical figure of two million, Zhu Changyuan could barely support it.

Originally, Li Zicheng's army was all in one place, whether it was a big official or a small soldier, and even Li Zicheng himself, he only ate one meal a day, and the soldiers ate little, but they had no complaints.

However, with the arrival of Zhu Changyuan, this situation has changed dramatically.

As the saying goes: if you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing goods.

Compared with Zhu Changyuan's soldiers, no, even the hungry people that Zhu Changyuan took in, Li Zicheng's soldiers, who originally thought it was fair, also felt unfair.

"Why are those refugees better than us?"

One soldier at the head of the city asked another.

"I don't know." The other soldier was so hungry that he couldn't raise his head, and he drooled and looked at the cauldron below, and said, "I can smell the smell of rice!" ”

Suddenly, the hearts of the army in Chang'an City fluctuated.

However, this is not the most serious outcome, and Li Zicheng's worries are still to come.

After three days of concrete beating, Zhu Changyuan estimated that the overall strength should support the flight and landing of the plane without any problems, and the operation was ready to start.

First, boxes of A4 paper copied from modern society were taken out of the system, and then a small agricultural plane was made and placed on the runway.

"Let's go, hand out flyers."

Zhu Changyuan shouted happily.

There was no pilot this time, and the old man Zhu Changyuan personally went into battle to fly the plane.

When the plane was placed on the runway, Li Zicheng, who was standing at the head of the city, suddenly moved, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at it and couldn't leave it anymore.

"I'll just say, this road is weird, you see, come on."

Zicheng raised his finger, pointed to the plane on the runway and asked, "What is that, have any of you seen it?" ”

"The last general has never seen it!" Liu Zongmin shook his head and said, "But the king doesn't have to worry, maybe this thing is not used for siege?" ”

"No, no!" Li Zicheng shook his head nervously and said: "No, I'm sure that Zhu Changyuan will never come out for no reason, I should have sent troops to destroy his path!" ”

Li Zicheng secretly clenched his fists and said a big word.

In fact, even if he had known about it, he would not have dared to send troops out. (To be continued.) )