Chapter 423: Nightmare

Where is this? In the middle of a dream, it seemed that countless people roared and exploded violently, but they could not hear the sound.

Yang Reform was half-dreaming and half-awake like this, swimming in a trance, surrounded by miserable corpses, some only half of their bodies, some only had a head, and some of them were out of their internal organs, Yang Reform became more and more frightened These dead corpses, without exception, all stared at the eyes of dead fish, looking at themselves, Fang Buddha could pounce and tear his own ròu at any time, the more Yang Reform shook dàng, the more frightened was this? Ghost Domain? Wandering your own soul?

This kind of scene made Yang Reform, who was half-asleep and half-awake, scared.

I am the emperor, is the emperor the Ninety-Five Supreme, the true dragon son of heaven, blessed by the gods, don't be afraid......

In this hellish scene, Yang Reform felt his heartbeat violently, and Yang Reform kept cheering up his half-asleep and half-awake self.

As soon as possible, Yang Reform firmly believes that he is an atheist and a materialist, but in this scene that seems to be a dream but not a dream, and seems to be awake but not awake, Yang Reform can't help but use this means to cheer himself up......,...... How can it seem that even this heavenly god and Buddha, the body of the true dragon does not work? Yang Reform's heart was about to jump into his mouth. The dead corpses around him seemed to be dangling towards him, and the dead fish-like eyes seemed to be staring at him, not letting go of himself, and coming up to bite him at any time.

Just when those corpses and those dead fish eyes surrounded themselves and couldn't breathe, Yang Gengai mustered up all his strength and shouted......

"Ah......" This frightened and unwilling voice penetrated the half-awake and half-dreaming world and went straight to the real world.

This shout resounded throughout the Qianqing Palace. This shout made the silent Qianqing Palace immediately noisy.

The palace nv, the eunuchs who were waiting outside the palace, immediately took the lamp, and the Qianqing Palace immediately lit up.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? It doesn't matter to you, right? Outside the mén was the concerned voice of the eunuch.

Yang Reform used that shout, broke free from the half-dream and half-awake, and returned to reality, the person had sat up, still frightened, in the dark, unable to identify where he was for a while, Yang Reform felt in horror that he was surrounded by the kind of dead fish eyes, and there were mutilated corpses everywhere.

With the help of the lights after the eunuchs took over the lamps, Yang Gengai determined that he was in the Qianqing Palace, he was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he had a nightmare just now, and the nightmare scene was so true that he felt like he was in the scene, thinking that he had eaten those dead corpses.

Yang Gai didn't need to look to know that his face must be very terrifying, his body was already soaked, the sweat beads on his face flowed down his face, his heart was beating wildly, but he didn't have any strength in his body.

Yang Gengai gasped and quickly recalled his own dream, what was wrong? How did you start this dream? This scene seems to be a war, and it is a vicious battle, it is a bloody battle, that scene is really too bī real, it is simply immersive, the mutilated corpse, staring at his dead fish eyes, can also make the frightened Yang Gai feel frightened.

Seeing that more and more lights were gathered outside the mén, Yang Reform knew that there were many people gathered outside, and I am afraid that they were all attracted by his frightened scream, and this frightened scream, Yang Gai believed, could spread half of the Forbidden City.

Yang Gai sat for a while, calmed his beating heart, and then had some strength to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then said: "It's me having a nightmare, it's okay, don't make a big fuss, and all the weird ones should be scattered." ”

"Obey" the eunuchs outside the mén, the palace nv agreed, but they didn't dare to leave, they still stayed outside the mén with the lamp, today's huge cry, I am afraid that the emperor's nightmare is not an ordinary evil, how dare to leave?

Yang Gai didn't have much strength to manage the situation outside, and began to think about why he had this dream, and what did this dream portend? How could there be such a bī real scene? Did you really sleepwalk to a battlefield?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is a slave," a familiar voice came from outside Mén.

Yang Gengai distinguished, it was Wang Chengen's, thought about it and said, "Come in, big companion......"

Wang Chengen hurriedly pushed Mén in.

After a handful of lights, the room was much brighter, and Wang Chengen said with concern: "Your Majesty, I heard that you have a nightmare?" ”,

Yang Reform has calmed down a lot, and said: "Well, I had a nightmare, I dreamed that a dead body in a place was entangled with me, and I struggled hard, so I ......broke free" Yang Reform sat on the chuáng and briefly described his situation, for Wang Chengen, Yang Reform felt that there was no need to hide anything.

"Your Majesty, it must be caused by Your Majesty's overwork and too much fatigue for state affairs, which shocked Your Majesty, or else, please do something in a real person?" Wang Chengen said with concern.

"Forget it, don't ......" Yang Gengai refused without thinking about it, but thinking that he kept hinting at himself in his dreams, he was the emperor, he was the true son of heaven, he was a real dragon, and he was protected by the gods, and he felt nonsensical, wasn't he an atheist? How did it come to that juncture, the gods, mí letter all used for it? I should have shouted at the time: I will destroy you on behalf of the moon.

Yang Gengai thought of this nonsensical scene, and laughed again, all kinds of TV, anime, and games that he had watched from xiǎo came to his mind, what Saint Seiya, what robot cat, what interstellar, dark, black cat sheriff, Journey to the West, all went through it in his mind. The dream I had just experienced was shocked by these things, and the chilling feeling quickly faded.

Wang Chengen finished holding the lamp and lit up the room, only to find that the corners of the emperor's mouth were actually smiling, not like a person who had just had a nightmare, this ......, Wang Chengen didn't understand.

"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter to you." Wang Chengen asked.

Yang Gengai recalled his familiar TV, anime, and games, and the warm feeling in his heart had already occupied his entire body, dispelling the cold just now, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, and now I'm fine." Hehe, what time is it? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, half an hour has just passed, and it will be dawn soon." Wang Chengen said.

"Oh, it's almost dawn, forget it, I won't sleep today, get up early to watch the sunrise......" Yang Gai said. After Yang reformed as the emperor, this work and rest time was changed, and the previous emperor's work and rest time was different, now they are all working after dawn, quite a 9 to 5 meaning, today before dawn to get up chuáng, but it is a new thing.

Watching the sunrise? Wang Chengen didn't understand the emperor's thoughts, why did he like to watch the sunrise again?

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Zhenjiang Fort.

There was already a burst of fish white in the east, and the sky was about to dawn.

The screams and explosions resounded all night, and finally before dawn, it gradually fell silent.

The smoke of gunfire gradually dissipated.

On the city wall, there was a lot of busyness everywhere, and some of them found themselves injured after the battle, and then they felt pain, and began to cry out for pain, and were soon carried away by their comrades; Some kept throwing hooks and began to pull the corpses outside the city, while others began to cut off people's heads very professionally, and the blood flowed all over the ground, which was combined with the previous dark blood, making the walls of Zhenjiang Fort even more bloody.

Some of the soldiers leaned quietly against the city plate, their eyes were calm, their muskets in their hands, and they quietly breathed in the early morning sun.

Although Jī fought all night, Máo was still in a daze, running around the city wall incessantly, turning over the hooked corpse from time to time, and scolding a few words from time to time.

Zhang Heng was tired all night, and now he has time to rest, sitting under the battlements of the city wall, watching the soldiers cut people's heads and fish for corpses, his heart is unusually calm, there is no trace of feeling, the blood is about to flow to his feet, Zhang Heng moved his feet and continued to rest.

If it weren't for the fact that there was more and more blood, Zhang Heng would have rested for a while, and when he saw that the blood had flowed to the place where he was sitting, Zhang Heng struggled and began to get busy again.

The sky is gradually brightening, and the scene outside the city is already very clear.

The dirt has been plowed many times by countless grenades and has become loose. The corpses in one place, stumps and broken arms, are everywhere, and on the city wall, there are some air-dried corpses hanging in Zhenjiang Fort in the early morning breeze, making this scene even more tragic and mysterious.

"Father, the child turned over a lot of corpses, and found that just like yesterday, most of them were Koreans, and there ......were very few real Tartars," Máo said about what he had encountered.

"Yes, father, it's the same on the child's side, most of the people who came up this time are the corpses of Koreans, and there are many fù widows, who are not Tartar......s at all," another general also said.

Máo Wenlong was thoughtful. Zhang Heng said at the beginning that the Tartars were coercing the Koreans to attack the city, which was consuming the grenades of Zhenjiang Fort, and the actual situation was as Zhang Heng expected, the Koreans were driven out and sent to death, and they had to still hand grenades, especially at night, and they could not distinguish the situation under the city. ,

"Staff Officer Zhang, how is the consumption of grenades now?" Máo Nlong asked.

"Hui Dashuai, more than 6,000 were consumed yesterday, and today it is nearly 10,000, according to this, at most in two or three days, our grenades will be exhausted......" Zhang Heng grasped these numbers, and immediately replied when he heard Máo Wenlong ask.

"Oh," Máo said, frowning. The generals and relatives around him also looked solemn, although there were scenes of continuous cutting of people's heads, but they could not attract the attention of these people at all, and there was no joy of harvest.

"What have been our results in the past two days?" Máo Wenlong asked again.

"Back to Dashuai, there were about more than three thousand yesterday, and it hasn't come out today, it is estimated that there are four or five thousand, as the two generals said, most of them are Koreans, and many of them are fù widows, and ......there are very few real Tartars" Zhang Heng said simply.

"In other words, the Tartars used all the captured North Koreans, regardless of men, women, old and young, to fill our hole?" Máo Wenlong asked.

"I guess so," Zhang Heng replied calmly.

"The Tartars are so ruthless, this kind of thing of exterminating the conscience can also be done...... those captured Koreans, I'm afraid they didn't spend the night, right......?" máo Wenlong sighed, and stretched out his head to look at the dead bodies outside the city, the North Koreans crossed the river under their noses, and the next day before dawn, most of them became corpses, this kind of thing, it can only be said that the Tartars did a really good job, that is, they did not consume their own grain and grass, and they could consume the grenades of his Zhenjiang Fort, and the people who played this kind of calculation were really ruthless.

"Father, do you want to send a message and let Lei Qin send them to rush up, if you don't rush a little, it is really dangerous to let the Tartars drive the Koreans across ......the river like this, and the consumption of our Zhenjiang Fort is too fast...... Máo Da said on the side.

"Rush now? It's useless, the Tartars can cross the river from the downstream, they can cross from the upstream, it's just two more days, and the upstream warships can't go up......" Máo Wenlong stuck out his head, looked down, and vetoed Máo's big proposal without looking back.

"......, the Tartars are so careless to use the lives of the North Koreans to fill the pit, Huang Taiji is afraid that it will also reach the point of exhaustion, otherwise, he will not do this, the lord of the North Korean country will know about this, he will definitely be disgusted with the Tartars, if Huang Taiji does not take down our Zhenjiang Fort this time, I am afraid that North Korea will immediately return to my Ming Dynasty, and it is not all bad......" Zhang Heng suddenly thought of something and said.

Máo Wenlong listened, looked at Zhang Heng, and said to himself, "That guy?" ”

Zhang Heng didn't understand too much, and he didn't know if Máo Wenlong's "that guy" was talking about Huang Taiji or someone else?

"Staff Officer Zhang is right, our battle with the Tartars this time, the winner will be determined in a few days, you all pay more attention and pay more attention, you know?" Máo Wenlong said again.

"The last general commanded" everyone replied unanimously, this no longer needs to be ordered by their own marshal, the situation is already very obvious, it depends on how many Koreans the Tartars drive over, just look at the speed at which Zhenjiang Fort consumes grenades, once the grenades are consumed, the rest is to fight for their lives.

Everyone walked around the city wall, Zhang Heng always felt that there was something in the words of máo wenlong just now, thinking about it, he might have said something wrong, and followed máo wenlong around the city wall, and he forgot this little bit of hanging in his heart.

"Dashuai, there are still some treasures in Xiaguan, aren't they?" Zhang Heng found an opportunity and whispered to Máo Wenlong.

"Oh, those things? Don't take it out for the time being, it's still early, the Tartars want to attack the city, if we don't consume our grenades, they won't attack the city easily, that thing, until the last resort, don't take it out,...... By the way, Ben Shuai took a look, the place where the Tartars came the most was obviously the west side of the city wall, this side could allow the two máo to keep the night, and the two máo team threw them accurately, which could save a lot of grenades, and it would be okay to see it during the day...... "Máo Wenlong vetoed Zhang Heng's proposal and arranged the battle plan instead.

"The lower official receives the order...... Zhang Heng did not continue to say about the matter, bowed his head and agreed.

The soldiers on the city wall are already a little tired, and the motivation to fish for corpses and cut off people's heads is far less than before, and many of them do it carelessly, and some of them do it simply, not participating in the matter of cutting people's heads, but concentrating on napping against the city wall, or resting.

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Huang Taiji led a group of horses and watched the situation of Zhenjiang Fort from afar.

"Hehehe, this Zhenjiang Fort is such a big family business" Huang Taiji looked at the dead corpses in Zhenjiang Fort and laughed happily. ,

"Hehehe, that's, Great Khan, according to our method, Zhenjiang Fort will not be able to do it in three or five days, and no matter how big the family business is, it will be exhausted, and there will be no grenades, and it will not be our dish......" A Xiǎo Baylor flattered on the side.

"Hehehe......" Huang Taiji laughed smugly again, judging from the speed of the past two days, this method is really good, and the speed at which Zhenjiang Fort consumes grenades is quite fast.

"Xian Dou, tell me, how many grenades have been consumed in Zhenjiang Fort in the past two days?" Huang Taiji asked happily.

"If you go back to the Great Khan, if you are not mistaken, there should be tens of thousands today, and there should be five or six thousand yesterday, that is to say, we have consumed 156,000 grenades from Zhenjiang Fort in two days......" Fan Wencheng hurriedly replied.

"Good Xiandou, this move is really a strange move, according to this, after three or five days, you can break Zhenjiang Fort......" Huang Taiji was quite happy and said with satisfaction.

“…… It's ......"

Fan Wencheng lowered his head and replied softly, although this move is a strange move, but, undoubtedly, it is also a very bad move, taking the lives of the North Koreans to fill the pit, only two days, they drove all the 10,000 North Koreans who were captured to death, according to the rules of their business of strategists, doing this kind of thing is against the will of heaven and is to damage Yang Shou, although Fan Wencheng has some scruples, but in order to achieve the goal, this scruple is nothing. As for the attitude and reaction of the Korean lord on this matter, it was not in Fan Wencheng's consideration at all, nor was it in Dajin's consideration, that Korean lord was a soft-footed shrimp, not to mention killing some North Koreans, even if he emptied his capital, he didn't dare to fart.

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Yalu River Estuary.

"Peter, why isn't it raining yet?" It's Shang Ke's nagging voice.

Peter looked helpless, and didn't know how to tell Shang Kexi, so he could only be helpless.

……

"Peter, will it rain tomorrow?" It's still a gratifying nag.

Lei Dayong also had to pretend not to hear.

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"Peter, didn't you say that there would be news in the next two days? Why hasn't it rained today......?"

Peter didn't know what to say anymore, and if he could guarantee that it would rain, then he would be God, and would he bother with defeating the enemy?

I'm not God, I'm not God, I'm not God, Peter kept meditating in his heart, and it was a welcome response.