Chapter 61 The final sound Chen Youliang was holding on to the battlement with one hand, his face darker than the red clouds in the sky.
A string of pink blood beads slowly flowed out of his palm, but he felt no pain at all.
The Xishui defense line was breached, and the Qishui Bridge changed hands immediately.
In less than half a month, the Tianwan Empire was left with only an isolated city in Qizhou, its hometown.
No, if Chizhou and half of Anqing Road in the south of the Yangtze River are also included, the country should not be destroyed.
But how can the prosperity there be compared to Qizhou?
Since Emperor Xu of the Wan Dynasty came to the throne, he spent most of his annual finances and taxes, as well as confiscated income, on Qizhou.
Make this city like a fairyland on earth.
Losing Qizhou would be equivalent to losing more than half of the Tianwan Empire's family fortune.
Moreover, with His Majesty's temperament, after retreating to Chizhou, he would inevitably have to repeat what happened in Qizhou.
By then, it will not be Ni Wenjun, the left prime minister, who is forced to rebel.
The right prime minister, Peng Yingyu, may not be able to endure his arrogance and lewdness either.
Therefore, in the eyes of Chen Youliang, the newly appointed General Jinwu of the Tianwan Empire and the commander of the five-city army and horse division, holding Qizhou is the first key to preserving the Tianwan Empire.
If Qizhou is gone, the Tianwan Empire will completely lose the need to exist.
For other southern red scarf brothers in Anqing and Chizhou, it is more comfortable not to have the upstart emperor Xu Shouhui than to have such an emperor.
At least, everyone does not have to spend the money that should be used to build armaments on marrying concubines for His Majesty the Emperor.
But then again, it is precisely because of Xu Shouhui's extravagance and waste that Qizhou City can hold on to this day.
As early as the second year of Tianwan's reign, the city wall was re-veneered with blue strips of stone.
Cannonballs hitting it could only make a small white crater.
With the solid watch towers, arrow stacks, and various complete and complex defense facilities, the three thousand elites brought back by Chen Youliang from Chizhou were able to help the already weak-limbed Imperial Forest Army to withstand an army of enemies outside the city.
Round after round of crazy attacks.
But as a result, the casualty rate on both sides increased exponentially.
And all the dead were old brothers from the Tianwan Empire.
Ni Wenjun, who was eager to show off in front of his new master, moved out all his elite troops inside and outside the city, without any expense.
In order to defend the capital of Tianwan Empire, Chen Youliang himself used all his skills.
On the contrary, Da Ya Badulu, the Prime Minister of Sichuan Province in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, and his officers and soldiers had a good time these days and watched the excitement on the hills outside the city.
It was as if the rich young man of a wealthy family was watching two wild dogs bite him.
The purpose of the old thief Tatsuya Badulu is to completely drain the blood of the Southern Red Scarf.
In his eyes, both Xu Shouhui in the city and Ni Wenjun outside the city were objects that needed to be eliminated.
Not much different from each other at all.
However, even though they knew that the old thief was trying to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf, no one in the red scarf army inside or outside the city could stop him.
At this point in the battle, both sides have no way out.
Either Ni Wenjun kills Xu Shouhui and proves his loyalty to the Yuan Dynasty with the blood of his former lord.
Either Xu Shouhui kills Ni Wenjun, proving that his destiny as the perfect emperor is still there, and that the other party is treasonous.
Inside and outside the city, no one has a third way to choose from.
Even if there is a third possibility, Answera Badulu will not allow it to exist.
What he needs is illustrious military exploits and a land that will never rebel again, so that he can achieve success smoothly.
As for how many people are left on this land after the war is over, there is no need to care.
Anyway, in the eyes of him and most Mongolian nobles, ordinary people are just a number on the household registration paper.
I cut it off today and it will grow back soon.
Didn't you see that when Prime Minister Boyan went south, he killed mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
In just seventy or eighty years, cities and villages on both sides of the Yangtze River have become overcrowded again.
When old Mongolian men want to find a large open, uninhabited place for pasture, they have to go through several attempts.
Therefore, today's blood has not been shed enough and the sun has not yet set.
The old thief Badulu still has plenty of time to force the red scarf brothers inside and outside the city to shed another blood.
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Looking up at the clouds in the west and the enemy troops placing artillery under the clouds, Chen Youliang gritted his teeth and deduced.
Those were six-pound cannons that the Tianwan imperial court purchased from the Huai'an army at a high price of six thousand guan each.
The range is long and the power is great.
No one alive can stand up even half a foot away from where the shell hits.
However, all these powerful weapons for the country were brought to Meng Yuan by Ni Wenjun, and now they turned around and began to massacre the former Pao Ze.
The sky in the west slowly turned dark red, and the sun blocked by the red clouds burned a bright golden edge.
Wisps of sunlight shine through the seams of clouds, shining on the surrounding smoky hills, coating everything with a warm fringe.
The warm golden hills and several narrow streams not far outside the city reflect together, forming a quiet golden world.
On the outside of the world, there are several layers of lead-gray mist, floating in strands from the sky to the ground.
That was the smoke and dust kicked up by the Ni Jiajun's array when they passed by.
The cruel God loves to joke.
In the short period of time before a fierce battle is about to begin, he will always deliberately create all kinds of beautiful scenes.
And the human beings who are rejected by him gradually become the destroyers of all good things.
Like locusts, they swarmed through streams and wilderness.
Wherever they passed, all colors became dim, leaving only ugly and cold black and white.
The greatest ability of human beings is to kill each other.
And never get tired of it.
The next moment, Chen Youliang found that he had become an enlightened monk.
Calm and wise.
He urgently needs this kind of calmness, otherwise, it is difficult for him to guarantee that he will survive to the end of this round of battle, and there is no guarantee that the lonely city behind him, as well as the upstart in the palace deep in the lonely city, can continue to live safely. .
So even though he was filled with boredom deep in his heart, he had to take his palm back from the city wall again, and raised an orange flag high, "Leave one soldier behind each battlement, and everyone else."
Go down and avoid the artillery fire.
No one is allowed to come up without my order."
After saying that, he threw the flag into the arms of the soldiers beside him and rushed into the enemy tower with rapid strides.
"Boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", a series of dull thunder sounded against the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a shrill roar appeared in the sky, "Chi", "Chi", "Chi".
One after another, continuously It was a bullet from a six-pound cannon, and the sound of it penetrating the air was so cold that it was despairing.
Then, the west wall of Qizhou City began to shake, and countless broken stones and debris splashed up with the explosion of the cannonball, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere around the place where the cannonball landed.
"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom" The six-pound cannons placed on the enemy towers and the horses' faces on the left and right sides quickly returned fire.
Projectiles were fired condescendingly and smashed into the artillery position of the attacking side outside the city, causing smoke to billow from the position.
The same specifications of artillery, the same specifications of projectiles, the same formula of gunpowder, even the gunners on both sides were trained by the same group of masters, and they were indistinguishable in terms of their abilities.
In the blink of an eye, everything inside and outside the city was reduced to a pot of porridge.
The heavy cast iron projectiles came and went with a shrill whistling sound, taking away lives one by one and blowing the originally peaceful world into pieces.
"Woo--Woo-Woo" the horn sounded stubbornly in the gap between the roar of the artillery shells, dull and desolate.
With the sound of the attack horn, the soldiers of the Ni Army began to quicken their pace.
Guns were like a forest, knives were like snow, boots wrapped in buffalo leather stepped on the ground, shaking the whole world in the gap between the helmets.
"Six thousand-man teams, twenty city-drilling vehicles, and more than a hundred ladders," the watchman standing on the top floor of the enemy tower reported loudly at the top of his voice.
"The main attack direction is still on the right side of the west gate.
They brought big guns again, many, many big guns."
"Six thousand-man troops, twenty city-drilling vehicles, more than a hundred aerial ladders and countless large guns."
A centurion quickly rushed into the depths of the enemy tower and repeated his observations loudly to Chen Youliang.
"The main attack direction is near the horse face on the right side of the west gate.
No enemy conditions have been seen in other directions for the time being."
"Pou Zhang, in two minutes, you take our firecrackers and hit the wall."
Chen Youliang glanced outside very calmly, and then ordered decisively.
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"Yes" Captain Zhang Bi, nicknamed "Po Zhang", stood up first and rushed out of the watchtower holding a "golden bell" the size of a pig's head.
Influenced by Huaiyang, it is now popular to record time in minutes in Chizhou Red Scarf and Qizhou Red Scarf.
The "Golden Bell" produced in Yangzhou is regarded as a treasure by every senior general.
Compared with hourglasses, water clocks, and watches, this object not only has high precision and accurate timekeeping, but is also much more convenient to carry.
Align the "golden bell" in the hands of the coach once before the battle, and then as long as the clockwork is fully wound, the two sides will be able to achieve coordination within a whole day.
"Wu Hong, let the four-pound cannon be loaded with poison bombs to create smoke and disrupt the enemy gunner's sight."
Watching Po Zhang leave, Chen Youliang thought for a while and decisively pulled out the second command arrow.
"Yes."
Captain Wu Hong stood up to receive the order and walked out without hesitation.
As all parties involved in the war became familiar with firearms and the emergence of the six-pound cannon, the four-pound cannon purchased from the Huai'an Army in the early days became increasingly useless.
But the wisdom of the craftsmen is infinite.
At least under Chen Youliang, the craftsmen gave full play to their potential and rejuvenated the four-pound cannon that was on the verge of elimination.
As the figure of the commander Wu Hong appeared on the top of the city, soon, the four-pound cannon placed behind the battlements started roaring one after another.
"Boom boom boom" "boom boom boom" "boom boom boom", dozens of scarlet fireballs dragged in long arcs and smashed into the team that was slowly advancing outside the city one after another.
Immediately afterwards, clouds of dark yellow smoke surged from the ground and jumped high into the air.
"Boom" six neat square formations fell apart instantly.
When the thick smoke started, every Ni family soldier who was affected covered his mouth and nose with his hands, hunched over and coughed desperately.
Tears and snot rolled down his smoky face
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