Duduo also seemed to be frozen, standing there without moving for a long time.
"Master? Master? Master?" He Luohui called out three times, but Duduo didn't respond at all.
"Master?" He Luohui couldn't help but stab Duduo gently with his hand, and Duduo fell straight down.
"Master!" He Luohui let out a heart-rending cry, and he and Ah Shan rushed forward to help Duduo up, only to find that in just a moment, Duduo's face had turned into a blank sheet of paper.
"Mr. Zhong, call the doctor quickly!" He Luohui roared again.
"Why are you looking for a doctor? The prince is frozen, please carry him back quickly!"
After Ashan finished speaking, he yelled at Fan Chengmo and Hou Fangyu: "You two little slaves, why don't you hurry back to the bunker and light up the kang? Why do you want to freeze the prince?"
Hou Fangyu quickly followed Fan Chengmo and ran back in panic.
As he ran, he was secretly shocked that the Qing government had lost miserably in today's battle.
That wave just now, to say the least, killed more than 2,000 elite members of the Two White Flags!
This Yan Yingyuan, I really didn’t realize before that he was so powerful!
…
Hou Fangyu was not the only one who had the same sigh.
Maoxiang and Fan Zhongjie were also secretly frightened, especially Fan Zhongjie, who was dumbfounded.
After a long while, Fan Zhongjie finally came to his senses and sighed: "When I was reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms when I was young, I was often amazed by the endless conspiracies and conspiracies in the book. Especially when I read about the Empty City Plan, I would be so excited that I couldn't help myself. I wish I could
Put yourself in the place of Zhuge Liang in the book, and when he grows up..."
"When you grow up, you will realize that it is just a family's nonsense."
"Where can there be so many conspiracies and conspiracies on a real battlefield?"
"What's on the battlefield is nothing more than the life-and-death struggle of the soldiers on both sides, the consumption of food, grass and baggage on both sides, and the competition of national strength between the two countries."
After saying this for a moment, he continued: "But in this battle of Shanyang, I began to believe that there was a real plan. Jianheng burned the slaves three times before and after, and today they flooded no less than 5,000 slaves. So
The strategy is really amazing, even if Zhuge Liang in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is here, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that?"
Hearing Fan Zhongjie praise Yan Yingyuan so highly, Maoxiang not only was not jealous, but felt first-class and honored.
This is Yan Yingyuan, this is a scholar from the Shiziying, and he Maoxiang is also one of the Shiziying!
At that moment, Maoxiang smiled and asked Fan Zhongjie: "Master Fu, are you no longer worried about the safety of Shanyang City?"
"I don't have to worry anymore. With you and Jian Heng here, there is nothing to worry about." Fan Zhongjie smiled and said, "If it weren't for my responsibilities, I would have wanted to go back to the government office and sleep."
Fan Zhongjie couldn't stop laughing after saying this.
Maoxiang also laughed.
…
Duduo is still in a state of confusion.
The doctor gave Dodo the most comprehensive examination.
"How?" He Luohui asked with concern.
"Sir, the prince is fine." The doctor shook his head and said.
"What, it's nothing serious?" Ashan frowned and said, "If the prince is really fine, why didn't he respond at all when we talked to him?"
Speaking of which, Ashan called Dodo again: "Your Majesty?"
He Luohui also shouted eagerly: "Master?"
However, Dodo still showed no reaction, just staring straight at the wall in front of him.
"You bitch, you still say that the prince is fine." Ah Shan grabbed the doctor's shirt and said angrily, "Are you trying to excuse your own incompetence, me?"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty is really fine."
The doctor said in panic: "Your Majesty was just stimulated and had a seizure."
"A guess?" Ah Shan and He Luo looked at each other, now it was bad.
The so-called hypothetical syndrome, in modern terms, is actually autism.
He suffered losses continuously at the hands of Yan Yingyuan, and the losses he suffered became more and more severe each time, especially today. Duduo had been planning carefully for many days, and even sent an express delivery to Beijing, and swore in the express delivery.
He promised Dorgon that he would definitely capture Shanyang this time, but in the end...
How embarrassing was this for Duduoqing? So he immediately shut himself off.
…
Duduo had been beaten to the point of being autistic, but Yan Yingyuan did not relax at all.
Immediately after Jiannu withdrew his troops, Yan Yingyuan began to strengthen the defense of the turrets.
Fortunately, Duduo couldn't see this. If he had seen this scene, he would probably scold his mother: You shameless Yan Yingyuan, you are already so cunning, ghosts will have to go around when they see you, and you are still like this
You have to work hard and be so cautious. You are such a pervert, and you still let the unpleasant people attack the city? Do you think you want to force me to death?
Seeing Yan Yingyuan staring at the corner tower without saying a word for a long time, Zhi Tingjian couldn't help but ask: "Jianheng, do you have any ideas?"
Yan Yingyuan said thoughtfully: "Although we have stored tens of thousands of kilograms of Menghuo oil, at this consumption, I'm afraid we won't be able to last for too long. If nothing happens, our Menghuo oil will definitely precede Jiannu's.
The military rations are running out, so if we can't take precautions and take precautions in advance, we'll be in trouble."
"Ah?" Zhi Tingjian said, "You burned Jiannu's food and grass twice with fire attacks. There should be very little left."
"Well, we can't be so hasty." Yan Yingyuan said, "You should be lenient when anticipating the enemy, and you should still be lenient when estimating the enemy. What's more, although we have tried our best to strengthen the walls and clear the country, there will definitely be omissions. We can still grab as many slaves as possible.
Some, so the first thing that can’t hold on is definitely our Menghuo oil.”
Zhi Tingjian said solemnly: "Then what should we do?"
Yan Yingyuan stared at the turret and said: "In short, there is no doubt that the turret was demolished by the construction slaves. In this case, there is no need to make unnecessary repairs. The so-called blocking is worse than sparing. Instead of spending a lot of money to repair the collapsed turret, then It would be better to simply let the Jiannu into the city, yes, just let them into the city!"
"Ah?" Zhi Tingjian lost his voice, "Let the slaves enter the city?!"
"Yes, let's just let the slaves enter the city!" Yan Yingyuan said, "After they enter the city, we can close the door and beat the dogs!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Huh? Put them in the city and beat the dogs?" Zhi Tingjian's expression suddenly changed and he said, "You mean?"
"Just as you, the county magistrate, have thought, build an urn city!" Yan Yingyuan said with a smile, "The county magistrate will lead the people to demolish all the houses within thirty steps of the turret."
"The demolished private houses will be compensated at market prices."
"After demolishing the houses, build a urn city."
"This urn city does not need to have a gate, it does not need to be too high, and it does not need to be built too strong."
After saying this for a moment, Yan Yingyuan continued: "We only need to build an earthen wall two feet high and one foot wide to enclose the area inside the turret into a closed urn city with a radius of thirty steps, and prepare more firewood on the top of the city."
As soon as the Jian slaves poured in from the gap in the corner tower, they would use fire-fighting methods such as straw, sulfur, fire, and saltpeter!"
"Ah? Another fire attack!" Zhi Tingjian was stern when he heard this.
…
At this time, Tunqi, Heluohui and Ashan, the three Gushan Ezhens, as well as more than a dozen Mele Zhangjing and Baya Lazhangjing with two white flags and blue flags had gathered in front of Duduo.
Discussing business.
As the commander-in-chief, Duduo has already suffered from hypochondriasis, and the decision of whether to stay or go of the army can only be decided by nobles like them. This is also the traditional rule of establishing slaves.
In fact, the main thing is to look at the three Gushan Ezhen.
Although He Luohui is a flatterer, he is actually quite capable.
He Luohui said: "The battle of Shanyang City has reached this point, and we definitely cannot withdraw. This is not only a loss of face for our Eight Banners soldiers, but also affects the success or failure of the Xuzhou battlefield. If we cannot raise the funds
Food, what can Xuzhou's army do to continue besieging Xuzhou? Can they rely on farming?"
Ah Shan frowned and said, "Even if it's farming, there still have to be people farming."
He Luohui said: "So, the battle of Shanyang must continue, and the hundreds of thousands of stones of military rations that Chongzhen hid in some Shanyang warehouse must be grabbed. This is not negotiable."
Tun Qi said coldly: "You don't need to say this, but the question is how to fight?"
Ah Shan continued: "There is another question. The food we have left can last for at most half a month. If we still can't take Shanyang City within half a month, what will we do then?"
He Luohui and Tun Qi immediately fell silent upon hearing this.
In the end, Maile Zhang Jingshitu said: "Otherwise, the army will still stay in Shanyang and continue to attack the city. I will lead the flag men from Wuniulu to collect food around. I don't believe that Ming dogs can really attack the city."
All the food within dozens of miles of Shanyang City was collected and brought to the city, not even a grain was left behind."
He Luohui immediately made a decision and said: "Sure, then you can lead Wuniulu to collect food. Go now."
"Hey!" Shi Tu stood up, knelt down on one knee and slapped Doduo in the face, then turned around and left in a hurry.
He Luohui said again: "Okay, then the question now is, what to do next? My opinion is to continue demolishing the eight corner towers. What do you think?"
Tun Qi said coldly: "There is no problem in demolishing the blue flag, but our blue flag has been demolished for six days, and we have paid a heavy price with thousands of flag soldiers killed, so it is your turn with the white flag next."
"What are you talking about?" Ashan said angrily, "In the battle of Shanyang, you, the one with the blue flag, were the only ones who died? We, the two white flags, suffered more deaths. A total of seven Niulu were killed today!"
Tunqi retorted: "We also lost more than two thousand people."
Ah Shan said angrily: "We have more than three thousand soldiers killed by two white flags!"
"Okay, why are you fighting for this? Isn't it glorious?" He Luohui said angrily, "Up to now in the battle of Shanyang, the situation is extremely unfavorable to me, so at this time we must not continue to fight internally, but must
We can only overcome the difficulties by working together, so we might as well adopt a compromise approach."
"What method?" Ashan and Tunqi asked at the same time.
He Luohui said: "The two white flags are each responsible for demolishing six turrets, and the remaining two turrets will be demolished by the blue flag. It will be agreed that which flag succeeds in demolishing it first, only this flag will be allowed to demolish it on the first day."
Enter and loot!"
"Agreed." Tun Qi said coldly, "We will be responsible for the two turrets beside the canal."
After the discussion was completed, the three flags went on to carry out the demolition.
While demolishing, continue to raise the earth platform for protection.
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The brutal demolition continued for another six days.
The two white flags and the blue flag both paid a heavy price, and the Ming army's Xiangyong also suffered a lot of casualties. What's worse is that all the Menghuo oil has been used up.
Now we are forced to use straw balls, and there are still thousands of enemies to fight with wheat straw balls.
However, the killing effect is much worse than that of Menghuo oil, so the speed of demolition is obviously accelerated.
In the blink of an eye, the time came to March 24th. In the evening, Jiannu finally withdrew to the camp and dragged the cart back. All the Ming army soldiers who stood on the corner tower collapsed on the ground.
"The First Clan"
The battle at Shanjiu has been going on for half a month now.
The number of Xiangyong killed and injured exceeded 5,000.
As the number of people decreases, the load of each village hero increases accordingly.
Therefore, after a day of fierce fighting, the Xiangyong guarding the city felt a sense of exhaustion.
Yan Yingyuan was also very tired, but he couldn't sit down and rest. He had to gather the bodies of the Xiang Yong who died in the battle, place the injured Xiang Yong in place, and check and replenish various defense supplies.
When I checked the southeast corner tower, I happened to meet Zhi Tingjian.
"County Lord?" Yan Yingyuan said in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Jianheng, what do you see over there?" Zhi Tingjian pointed to the south.
Yan Yingyuan looked in the direction of Zhi Tingjian's finger, and his expression suddenly condensed. What he was most worried about had finally happened. Jiannu finally sent out partial troops to loot the surrounding towns.
Judging from the ruts left by the carriage when it ran over the ground, it was obvious that the slaves returned home with a full load.
"Jianheng, I just counted, there are more than 240 carriages in total." Zhi Ting admonished, "If one carriage contains seven stones, that is 1,900 stones of food, enough to feed the slave army for three days.
And it’s more than enough.”
After a pause, he added: "So I don't understand, where does the food come from?"
"The county magistrate really doesn't know?" Yan Yingyuan was obviously mentally prepared for this.
"How does this county know?" Zhi Tingjian probably really didn't know, so he shook his head and said, "Jianheng, do you know?"
"I know a thing or two." Yan Yingyuan said suddenly, "It's just that the Jin gentry clans couldn't trust the imperial court and were unwilling to transport all the food to the city. Instead, they found a place to hide it, but they were found by the slaves."
"These people deserve to die." Zhi Tingjian stamped his feet and said, "They are making enemies of themselves!"
Yan Yingyuan said calmly: "Your Majesty, it is meaningless to say this now. Instead of complaining here, we should prepare as many fire starters as possible to give Jiannu a head-on attack on the turret that is about to collapse!"
"Oh, yes." Zhi Tingjian woke up from his dream and said, "Now is really not the time to settle accounts with these people."
Watching Zhi Tingjian leave, Yan Yingyuan thought to himself, not only is it not the time to settle accounts now, even if Shanyang is defended, and even if the Huanghuai defense line is completely defended, it is not the time to settle accounts.
The national policy of the Holy Emperor is to rely heavily on the Jin gentry clan in the south of the Yangtze River.
But in the long run, these people will be liquidated sooner or later.
Yan Yingyuan was not only resourceful in battles, but also had a unique vision in politics. He had even seen Chongzhen's future policy strategy, which was evident from the original imperial edict issued by Chongzhen.