Chapter 415: The Korean Rebel Army

After hearing Zhang Heng's words, Mao Wenlong's face improved.

The tatars digging tunnels and trenches are really effective against firearms. The battle last night was a good example. If the tatars dig tunnels and dig them down to the city, then the city is really just around the corner.

"Staff Officer Zhang, do you have any tricks?" Mao Wenlong asked immediately. By now, Mao Wenlong has become more and more pleasing to this Staff Officer Zhang. He has regarded this Staff Officer Zhang as his own person, fighting together, going through life and death, and then his feelings are different.

"Haha, Grand Marshal, actually, there is no strange trick. Grand Marshal forgot the Ermao last night? That's a person who throws grenades. The general only chooses such a person who throws grenades from the entire army and forms an elite soldier who throws grenades. It will take a few days to dig a trench by the Tartars. If the Tartars dig a trench within fifty steps, it's best to take thirty steps. I think it's safe to walk from the trench. Let's give him a surprise and let the elite soldier who throws grenades throw hundreds of grenades into the trench where he transports his troops. I believe this will be very exciting." Zhang Heng explained with a smile.

"Staff Officer Zhang is really a clever plan, it's really a trick from the General Staff." Mao Wenlong narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and smiled. The person named Ermao last night had a very good impression, especially the grenades that kept flying out of his hands, which left a deep impression on Mao Wenlong, especially the accurate head of throwing grenades. He was really awesome. He flew into the crowd of Tartars, so that the already shaky north encirclement immediately became safe. Speaking of Ermao, Mao Wenlong already knew what Zhang Heng had planned.

"...Okay, according to what Staff Zhang said, select masters who throw grenades up and down from Zhenjiang Fort to form elite grenades. According to Staff Zhang, this elite soldier has a ready-made soldier, and the one named Ermao is him. He threw it accurately, he was obedient, had good luck, and dared to fight to the death, and made great contributions. Now, it is okay to be a general flag." Mao Wenlong had a deep impression of the arms last night. One person's hands, one thick and one thin, was not a disease, but was thrown out by throwing grenades. It can be seen that in the situation at that time, Ermao could sacrifice his life for the sake of an outbreak, otherwise, how could one thick and one thin? Don't you know that it hurts?

After hearing the fact that the generals talked about Ermao, all the generals gave their thumbs up and said good words. The grenades that flew out one after another last night had a deep impression on many people. At that time, the elite of the Tatars had approached the north marshal. If they worked harder, they could attack the marshal. Once the Tatars attacked the marshal, the Zhenjiang Fort would be dangerous. Zhenjiang Fort was nine cities, and nine large and large marshals were connected together. Once one marshal was broken, the defense of the other marshals would be greatly reduced. At the scale of tens of thousands of Tartars, it would be difficult for Zhenjiang Fort to withstand the continuous Tartars. Therefore, at the critical moment, the power of the Ermao broke backed the situation on the battlefield.

"That Lord Zhang, what should I do if the Tartars dig tunnels?" I don't know who shouted.

"Yes! Staff Officer Zhang, how should we deal with this?" Mao Wenlong also asked. If this problem is not solved, Zhenjiang Fort is really dangerous.

"Haha, this is fine. As long as you listen to it everywhere in the city, you can know where the Tartars were digging tunnels and where they were dug. This matter will be covered by me, Zhang." Zhang Heng smiled and promised.

"Okay, since Staff Zhang has prepared a lot, then this matter will be left to Staff Zhang." Mao Wenlong said happily.

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "Master, the subordinates thought that since the cannons have been exposed, there is no need to hide anymore. Now the Tartars are digging trenches. The Grand Commander, it is better to use cannons to bombard them. This will make the Tartars unable to dig trenches with peace of mind." Zhang Heng suggested again.

"Okay! Just follow what Staff Zhang said and let the Tartars taste the power of our cannon..." Mao Wenlong agreed immediately without thinking much.

...

Not long after, the cannons on Zhenjiang Fort began to fire.

Apart from the artillery battle last night, this was the first time Zhenjiang Fort fired actively during the day. Before that, in order to hide its strength, Zhenjiang Fort did not take out cannons to bombard it, so that most Tartars forgot that there were still cannons in Zhenjiang Fort, and many people walked back and forth unscrupulously one mile away from Zhenjiang Fort.

The sound of artillery bombardment from Zhenjiang Fort was heard from afar, which made the numb Tartars awake for many days. Cannons can actually be shot far away, especially the Red Barbarian cannons, which were shot farther away, rather than the Ming Dynasty could only shoot within 300 steps over the past few days.

"Ah..." A sad scream made people scream in terrifyingly. The Tartars who were burying their heads to dig a pit heard the creepy person, and then they realized that the blood trough from a cannon "plowed" was right in front of them.

From the time the shell fell, someone was hit. The first person who was hit had no time to shout, and he was already smashed into minced meat by the cannon. A human body could not stop the potential energy of the cannon. After the cannon's shell penetrated the first person, it penetrated the second person. The second person also had no time to shout, and it was hit into minced meat. The shell fell to the ground and then bounced on the ground, hurting several more people. A bloody road was plowed out until the potential energy of the shell was exhausted and then landed on the ground.

Some injured Tartars had time to shout out and saw that half of their body had been broken. Their terrifying shouts were enough to make people stand up.

"Save me, save me..." A Tartar whose lower half of his body was knocked out screamed miserably, stretching out his hand to ask for help from the Tartar not far away. The Tartars next to him looked at the person whose bones were beaten out, and they all retreated one after another, as if this person was an evil ghost crawling out of hell. His white legs seemed particularly vulnerable in the sun.

Within a few beats, the miserable voice was powerless, leaving only murmuring that was unknown, and then there was no murmuring.

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The Later Jin Khan Treasure.

"Report..."

"What happened? So crazy?" Huang Taiji was discussing something on the sand table. When he heard the fearful voice outside the tent, he immediately shouted.

"Master, it's not good. Zhenjiang Fort fired a cannon and a few coats died." A slave said in fear.

"A few people died and they were fussing like this?" Huang Taiji asked angrily.

"By the master, that person died, it was so cunning..." The more the slave said, the less he voiced.

As he was talking, there was another movement outside the tent.

"Qi Khan, the study official Fan Wencheng asked for a visit." There was another voice of a slave outside.

Fan Wencheng lowered his head and looked at the sand table. In the middle of the sand table was Zhenjiang Fort.

Fan Wencheng thought for a long time and said, "Khan, indeed, this Zhenjiang Fort is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are mountains in the north, rivers in the south, and rivers not far to the east, and rivers in the east, and are not suitable for digging tunnels. Only a piece of land on the west can dig tunnels close to Zhenjiang Fort. In this way, Zhenjiang Fort has to be careful of us. Now that the tunnel has not been dug, I really don't know whether it can be done. Dahan, I really have to make other plans. Just relying on digging tunnels, I'm afraid that I will inevitably be disappointed at that time..." Fan Wencheng thought about Huang Taiji for a while.

He also said some of the words buried in his heart. Fan Wencheng Ben did not intend to say these words. People who have read books and worked as counselors have some taboos. They will not do things that they think are "harmful to the harmony of the sky". Those who work as counselors all think that if they do too much such things, they will not die well. For example, Zhuge Liang had a short life because he had done "harmful to the harmony of the sky". However, since his master asked about it today, he could not hide it.

"That's the meaning of Xian Dou? Is there any trick?" Huang Taiji has been thinking hard about cracking Zhenjiang Castle, but when he thought of the lightning-like firelight, Huang Taiji felt that there was really no good way except to fill it with human lives.

"Kill, there is a plan. Wencheng doesn't know whether to say it or not." Fan Wencheng thought for a long time and said it. Although this matter will be short of life, it will be a matter in the future. I will pass this level first.

"Oh, hehe, does Xiandou have a clever plan to teach me?" Huang Taiji said with a smile.

"Da Khan, if Wen Cheng asked questions, what shouldn't be asked, Dahan thought, what is the best way to break Mao Wenlong's grenade?" Fan Wencheng seemed to finally make up his mind and began to plan for his master. What kind of heartfelt warnings such as harming the world and short life have already been thrown aside.

Huang Taiji thought for a while and said, "Xian Dou! If you want to talk about Mao Wenlong's grenade, Ben Khan really can't think of any solution. Ben Khan feels that there is no better way than to fill it with human life. Unfortunately, I can't afford to fill it with human life!" Huang Taiji thought for a while and came to this conclusion. If he was not afraid of casualties, he fought for tens of thousands of people, or even tens of thousands or 20,000 casualties, he could take Zhenjiang Castle. However, the total number of the big gold was only 200,000, and 10% of them were gone at once. The emperor would not dare to make up this decision.

"Da Sweat, I can't afford to fill in the big gold, but, besides me, isn't there anyone else here to fill in it? As long as you consume Mao Wenlong's grenade, Zhenjiang Fort will be out of your way, and I can go down in one go." Fan Wencheng's voice sounded faintly in the sweat tent, and Fan Wencheng pointed at a place on the sand table.

"Here?" Huang Taiji followed Fan Wencheng's finger and stared at a certain place on the sand table.

"Shank you, it's here!" Fan Wencheng said again with a cold voice.

"Ben Khan understands..., Xian Dou means to bring Koreans to fill it?" Huang Taiji looked at the place where he came and understood what Fan Wencheng meant. The place where Fan Wencheng refers to crossing the Yalu River belongs to the North Korean country. From there, he naturally refers to using the lives of the North Koreans to fill the pit of Zhenjiangbao.

"Yes! Khan, North Korea has already surrendered to my Dajin. Now, it is time for North Korea to contribute to my Dajin. It is natural that it is necessary to organize some rebels to assist me in the Dajin attacking the city." Fan Wencheng said with confidence, revealing a wave of murderous intent in his words.

Huang Taiji thought for a while, and hesitated, saying, "Xian Dou, I can't make up my mind!" Huang Taiji was quite hesitant. North Korea was not easy to surrender. It tore a hole in the encirclement of the Ming Dynasty, so many things could be supplemented through North Korea. The Dajin could survive more easily. If the relationship with North Korea is too stiff, then the Ming Dynasty's encirclement will be closed again. In that way, it will be quite unfavorable to the survival of Dajin. North Korea is in the east, the sea is in the south, Mao Wenlong, Yuan Chonghuan and Lin Danhan are in the west, and there is no need to say that the Dajin is surrounded by iron barrels.

"Khan..., organized a group of Korean rebels. At night, they drilled through the trenches and kept making noises and appeared from time to time. The city wall seemed to see people everywhere, and they would throw grenades down in large numbers. The consumption of grenades would definitely double. In just a few days, the grenades in Zhenjiang Fort could be exhausted. Without grenades, how could Mao Wenlong defend with those thousands of people?" Fan Wencheng continued to talk about the benefits of using the Koreans to fill the pit of Zhenjiang Fort.

Huang Taiji was even more hesitant. Should he be strategic or tactical? It is difficult to make a decision. In the long run, it is undoubtedly a strategic priority. However, now this Zhenjiang Fort has become a difficult bone to chew. If Zhenjiang Fort can be gnawed as soon as possible, it will undoubtedly be a cost-effective transaction.

"Khan, North Korea surrenders to my Dajin. I Dajin ordered North Korea to organize the rebel army to assist me Dajin. Besides, after the city is captured, the rebel army will be disbanded and returned. I Dajin is not taking over, so what's wrong?" Fan Wencheng said without caring about it as if this was natural.

Huang Taiji knew what Fan Wencheng meant. The so-called Korean rebel army was actually just to capture some North Korean people, and then force them to go down the city to make noise at night, deliberately expose them, and then lure grenades on the city wall to consume the grenades in Zhenjiang Fort as soon as possible. That's all. As for the excuses and reasons, of course, it is very grand. But...

"...Khan, even if the Khan does not organize the Korean rebel army, then North Korea will probably have a second intention. The news from the Ming Dynasty's capital, the Ming Emperor is afraid that he will attack North Korea, and North Korea will soon be relied on the Ming Dynasty again. Khan, at this time, he is organizing the rebel army, and it will be afraid that it will not take long to capture the enemy country. What's wrong with this?" Fan Wencheng continued to persuade Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji hesitated and kept hesitating about his relationship with North Korea. When he heard Fan Wencheng's last words, he no longer hesitated. The inside news of the Ming Dynasty's capital, the Ming emperor had already planned to attack North Korea, so sooner or later, North Korea would not be able to save it. Since that is the case, don't blame me for catching the North Koreans to fill in the pit.
Chapter completed!