Chapter 220 The people fill the river and the arrows rain mercilessly

Dorgon waited for the defenders of the city in front of him to throw themselves into disarray, for his soldiers to cut down the wood and make siege equipment to strike out overnight.

For the former point, he was destined to be disappointed, the defenders at the head of the city waved their banners and waited for the battle, but there was no chaotic posture, and it was on this basis alone that Dolgon did not hesitate to give the other party a word of praise for the "elite soldiers of Korea".

But for the latter point, no one dared to disappoint him. Let him down, he can kill, the people in the city can't kill for the time being, can't he kill a few subordinates who are procrastinating and regard his orders as nothing?

In less than twelve hours, ten tall ladders appeared in front of him.

In these twelve hours, Dolgon was not idle, near Pyongyang, the people who did not have time to hide in Pyongyang City or did not want to hide in Pyongyang City were driven together by him, for the wide moat, Dolgon did not intend to fill it with the lives of his soldiers, before the ladder reached the foot of the city wall, these Korean people, undoubtedly the best weapon against this moat.

On the 10th day of May, the battle for Pyongyang began.

The guards at the head of the city were replaced this morning, and the soldiers on duty at night were exhausted by the night patrol, and after breakfast, they fell asleep one by one in the simple camp under the city. In fact, there was no movement last night, and most people knew that the fierce battle was likely to begin during the day today, and this day would be a very difficult day.

A terrible whistle began to sound, and everyone's hearts tightened, and even some soldiers who were taking a nap stood up from the ground and stretched out their heads to look out of the city.

Outside the city was a black crowd of people, I don't know tens of thousands, as if it was an ant's nest drenched in boiling water, it exploded with a bang and rushed towards Pyongyang.

"Ready, ready!" The generals at all levels, wielding their swords, shouted loudly with all their might, but in fact, without their urging, all the soldiers clutched their weapons in their hands, and their eyes stared at the tall ladders in the distance.

The crowd running below was nothing to worry about, but once the ladders were close to the walls, the Tartars would be able to climb up to the top of the city with the help of the ladders, and that was the most worrying thing.

"They're going to fill the moat?" Yu Feng stared at the people who looked dazed, but in their hands were wrapped in clothes and cloths, and thought to his toes, he also knew that these bags were definitely not the only belongings left of these people who were obviously not Tartars, looking at the soldiers behind them who were carrying knives and arrows to drive them away, these bags could only be earth and rubble, used to add to the earth and stone rubble used to block the moat.

"Tartar is Tartar, do you think that in this way, you can pave a road to heaven?" Chen Minzhi was a little sunny, what is the difference between this and Jingwei reclamation.

Yu Feng didn't answer his words, but just stared at the crowd of people who crawled to the moat with a rolling belt, and then dropped the dirt bag in their hands and turned around and ran. As soon as the dirt bag was thrown into the river, it was immediately swept away without a trace, and it seemed that there was indeed no need to worry too much.

In Yu Feng's army, there is a lack of archers, even among Cui Yanghao and Chi Changqing's subordinates, there are not many archers, and their long-range attack methods are only firecrackers, but using gunpowder projectiles on these people, I believe that from Yu Feng to every musketeer, they are not so reluctant.

Yu Feng is worried about the reserve of gunpowder projectiles, and those soldiers are worried that if the musket in their hands is ruthless, what should they do when they really fight against the Tartars, you know, no matter how Yu Feng improves the musket, limited by the smelting technology of this era, a musket, at most a hundred rounds of projectiles, is basically scrapped, in addition to returning to the furnace, if you use it again, it is risking the lives of soldiers, and the danger of exploding the chamber may occur anytime and anywhere. For this reason, the standard for the use of muskets in the musket battalion is 80 rounds of pellets, and if the user fails to report the number by concealing the number and causing casualties, it will be investigated to the end.

The soldiers were eager to kill the enemy, not to waste their precious firing opportunities on these unarmed civilians, and besides, in this situation in front of them, it was clear that even the generals had lost their rules for a while, and they did not know whether it was better to order to shoot or not to shoot.

There are many people, there are many people, and it is also very effective to fill up the river, from the beginning when the soil bag is thrown into the river and is immediately swept away, and the speed of the river can not keep up with the speed of those people, it is just a short time of half a pillar of incense. After half a pillar of incense, the people on the head of the city were already visible to the naked eye, and these dirt bags were extending towards the city wall, and at this speed, it was only an hour to two hours or so to completely fill the moat.

"That's okay!?" Chen Minzhi's eyes widened, his face was incredulous, just now, he also ridiculed the other party for being in Jingwei reclamation, and then, in a blink of an eye, the other party slapped him with facts, and then told him that the power of the working people is endless.

"A swarm of bees, sixty finger launches, three consecutive shots, sixty finger reductions, those who do not fire, beheaded!" Yu Feng ordered expressionlessly, and the flag bearer next to him quickly passed his order out in the flag language.

Friends of the Dead Dao do not die in the poor Dao, rather than you fill in the moat and let the Tartars attack the city to cause me greater casualties, it is better for you to die early and live early, even if I don't kill you, the Tartars will not let you go. Yu Feng thought coldly in his heart, at this time, he really realized what he meant by "Ci Bu Commanding Soldiers" that he had seen countless times in the book, maybe because of his order, these thousands of people would become innocent souls and be buried here.

"Lord Yu, this is our own people!" Chi Changqing hurriedly persuaded that slaughtering his people in front of him, whether this person was a Tartar or this Ming general, he didn't want to see it. Although he didn't know what this swarm was, the general abandoned the musket and used this weapon, so it could only be that this weapon could kill these civilians more effectively than the musket.

The soldiers around Yu Feng were already counting on their fingers, Yu Feng turned his head sideways and looked at him coldly: "Acting for the tiger, his circumstances are excusable, his crime is unforgivable, Lord Chi, thousands of people outside the city and 200,000 people in the city, which is more important!?" ”

Chi Changqing was speechless for a while, he didn't know how necessary it was for a strong man to break his wrist at this moment, but he still felt a little unbearable in his heart.

At this time, the sound of breaking the air has sounded, with the sound of "bang" and "bang" gunpowder low explosion, countless arrows have scrambled out of the arrow box, scrambling towards the sky, and then, after reaching the highest point, one arrow after another turned around, revealing sharp arrow clusters, facing the ground, fiercely pierced.

In Chi Changqing's eyes, in the sky in front of him, it was more like a dark cloud suddenly appeared, a dark cloud composed of countless arrows, and then, this dark cloud was like the big mouth of death, and suddenly pounced on the crowd of people who were running desperately by the moat, enveloping them in the shadow of death.

After a rainstorm of "whoosh", there was silence.

After a long time, there was a heart-rending cry of pain, and then, the screams rang out from the middle of the crowd, and a little farther away, some people with arrows on their bodies, but did not hit the vital points, threw the dirt bags in their hands one by one, and ran towards the Tartars' camp crying. And the people who were running towards the moat also shook their heads in unison, and then turned around and joined the ranks of these fleeing people.

And in front of the moat, in this section where the crowd is most close, at a glance, it seems to have entered a reed field, and there are white feathers fluttering everywhere, but under the reed field, there is solid and fertile soil, and under this white feather, there are countless corpses and flowing blood.

On this city wall, Yu Feng placed a hundred swarms of bees, one salvo is 3,200 arrows, three salvos, that is, nearly 10,000 arrows, these arrows, the theoretical distance of the range is 500 steps, in fact, the effective distance is 2 or 300 steps. Throwing the launch distance, the dense rain of arrows just shrouded the area of about 100 meters in front of the moat, and under such a density of arrows, not to mention a person, even a mouse, it is difficult to escape the sky. Not to mention that the time for a swarm to launch is extremely short, and there is not much reaction time for the people who are running for their lives below people.

The frightened people, wounded and unwounded, spread their feet and rushed towards Dorgon's camp, and the arrows that preceded them were undoubtedly more feared than the menace of the Tartars with their swords and arrows, and the instinct for survival made them run frantically and only to get farther away from those things.

Dolgon tilted his head slightly. With a slight lift of his chin, one of the generals beside him understood what he meant, immediately turned on his horse and ran away. The chaotic army rushes into battle, that is the taboo when the two armies are facing each other, even if it is their own defeat, when they retreat from defeat, they can only bypass from the two wings, if they dare to impact the army's own formation, there is also a word: kill!

What's more, these are just foreign people like ants, and how to deal with them, naturally there is no need for Dolgon to say more.

A cavalry of more than a thousand men rushed out of Dolgon's camp, and raised their long knives at these unarmed people, who were reluctant to use even arrows, so they plowed all the way through the long knives and spears, and after the horses, they left behind a torrent of blood.

At the end of the day, the cavalry turned their horses in unison, and rushed again along the way they came, and after this back and forth, except for the hundreds of people who had fled towards the flank of the hills, in the open space between Dorgon's camp and the moat, there were countless corpses and almost a river of blood flowing slowly, except for the bloody and fleshy stumps and severed limbs.