Where is this? Half dreaming and half awake, it seemed as if countless people were yelling and yelling, and violently exploded, but I couldn't hear the sound.

Yang Jie wandered in a daze, half-awake, with trances around him, with tragic corpses, some of whom only had half of their body, some had one head, and some exposed their internal organs. Yang Jie became more and more frightened as he walked away! All these dead bodies, without exception, stared at the eyes of dead fish, looking at himself. Fang Fo could pounce on him and tear his flesh at any time. Yang Jie became more and more frightened! Where is this? Ghost Realm? He is wandering his soul?

This scene made Yang Jingwei who was half dreaming and half awake became scared.

I am the emperor, is the emperor the Supreme? He is the true dragon emperor. He is blessed by the gods, so don’t be afraid...

Swinging in this hellish scene, Yang Jing felt his heart beating hard, and Yang Jing kept cheering himself up who was half-dream and half-awake.

As soon as possible, Yang Jing firmly believed that he was an atheist and a materialist. However, in this scene where he seemed to dream but not dream, he seemed to wake up but not wake up, Yang Jing involuntarily kept cheering himself up with this method. The eyes of those dead fish were really glaring and furious... The more he walked, the more he swayed, the more he felt that these dead fish were about to pounce on him... Why did it seem that even the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the body of the real dragon were useless? Yang Jing's heart was almost jumping into his mouth. The dead bodies around him seemed to be swaying towards him, and the eyes of the dead fish seemed to be staring at him, not letting him go, and would come up to take a bite at any time.

Just when those corpses and those dead fish eyes surrounded him and could not breathe, Yang Jingang plucked up his strength and shouted...

"Ah!..." This voice, with horror and unwillingness, penetrated the half-awake and half-dream world and reached the real world.

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

The palace maids and eunuchs serving outside the palace immediately held the lights, and the Qianqing Palace immediately became bright.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? You don't matter?" Outside the door, there was the eunuch's concerning voice.

Yang Jing took advantage of that shout to break free from the half-dream and half-awake, and returned to reality. He had already sat up, but was still in shock. In the darkness, he could not recognize where he was. Yang Jing felt in horror that he was full of dead fish eyes and broken corpses everywhere.

Taking advantage of the lights after the eunuchs took over the lights, Yang Jie confirmed that he was in the Qianqing Palace and was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He had just had a nightmare. The scene of the nightmare was so realistic that it made him feel immersive and thought that he had given the dead bodies to eat.

Yang Jie knew without looking at it that his face must be very terrible. His body was already wet, and the sweat beads on his face were flowing down his face, his heart was beating wildly, but he had no strength all over his body.

Yang Jing was breathing heavily and quickly recalling his own dream. What happened? How did he start this dream? This scene seemed to be a war, and it was a fierce battle, a bloody battle. The scene was so realistic that it was simply immersive. The broken corpse staring at his dead fish eyes could still make the terrified Yang Jing feel shocked.

Seeing that more and more lights were gathering outside the door, Yang Jie knew that there were many people gathering outside, and they were probably attracted by his terrified scream. Yang Jie believed that this terrifying scream could be transmitted half of the Forbidden City.

Yang Jie sat for a while and calmed his beating heart. He had some strength to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's me that I'm having a nightmare. It's nothing, don't make a fuss! All the ones that should be dispersed should be dispersed."

"Abide by the order!" The eunuchs outside the door agreed, but did not dare to leave. They were still staying outside the door with lights. The loud scream today was afraid that the emperor's nightmare would be extraordinary, so how dare they leave?

Yang Jing didn't have much effort to control the situation outside, so he began to think about why he had this dream. What exactly did this dream predict? How could there be such a realistic scene? Did he really sleepwalking in a certain battlefield?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! You are a servant!" A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Yang Jing decided it was Wang Chengen's. After thinking about it, he said, "Great companion! Come in..."

Wang Chengen hurriedly pushed open the door and came in.

After a while, the room was lit up a lot. Wang Chengen said with concern: "Your Majesty, I heard you have a nightmare?"

Yang Jingwei has calmed down a lot and said, "Well, I have a nightmare. I dreamed of dead bodies hanging around me. I struggled hard to break free..." Yang Jingwei sat on the bed and briefly described his situation. Yang Jingwei felt that there was no need to hide anything about Wang Chengen.

"Your Majesty, it must be because of your Majesty's excessive work and excessive fatigue in the country, which shocked his mind! Your Majesty, why don't you ask Zhengyi Zhenren to do the ritual?" Wang Chengen said with concern.

"Forget it, no need..." Yang Jing refused without thinking, but thought of himself constantly suggesting in his dream that he was the emperor, the true emperor, the real dragon, the protection of the gods, and he felt nonsense. Isn't an atheist? Why did he reach that moment, all gods and superstitions are used? Maybe he should have shouted at that time: I am destroying you on behalf of the moon.

When Yang Jie thought of this nonsensical scene, he laughed again. All kinds of TV, animation, and games he had watched since childhood came to his mind. Saint Seiya, Dog Cat, Interstellar, Dark, Black Cat Sheriff, Journey to the West, all passed in his mind. The dream that he had just experienced was impacted by these things, and the chilling feeling quickly subsided.

Wang Chengen finished his lamp and lit the room brightly. Only then did he realize that the corner of the emperor's mouth was actually smiling, unlike the person who had just had a nightmare. This... Wang Chengen didn't understand.

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

Yang Jing recalled his familiar TV, animation, and games. The warm feeling in his heart had already occupied his whole body, dispelling the chill just now, and said with a smile: "It's okay! I just had a nightmare. Now I'm getting better. Haha, when is it now?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, it's just half an hour passed, and it's 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 Jing said. After Yang Jing became emperor, his work and rest time was changed. It was different from the previous emperor's work and rest time. Now he only works after dawn, which is quite 9 to 5. It's a new thing to get up before dawn today.

Watching the sunrise? Wang Chengen didn’t understand the emperor’s thoughts, so why did he fall in love with watching the sunrise? Zhenjiang Castle.

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, gradually calmed down.

The smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated.

There was a lot of busyness everywhere on the city wall. Some people found themselves injured after the war was over. Then they felt the pain and started shouting the pain. They were quickly carried away by their comrades; some kept throwing hooks and starting to pull the bodies outside the city, while others were very professionally starting to cut people's heads, bleeding all over the ground, mixing with the dark blood of the past, making the city wall of Zhenjiang Castle even more bloody.

Some soldiers leaned quietly against the city plate, their eyes were calm, holding muskets, and quietly breathing the morning sun.

Despite the fierce battle all night, Mao Da was still energetic and kept running around the city wall, turning around the corpse that was hooked up from time to time, and cursing from time to time.

Zhang Heng was tired all night and had to rest now. He sat under the battlements of the city walls and watched the soldiers cut their heads and corpses, and he was extremely calm. He didn't feel a trace of blood. The blood was almost flowing under his feet. Zhang Heng moved his feet and continued to rest.

If it weren't for the increasing blood, Zhang Heng would have rested for a while. Seeing the blood flowing to where he sat, Zhang Heng struggled and started to get busy again.

As the sky gradually became bright, the scene outside the city was already very clear.

The soil has been plowed by countless grenades many times and has become loose. The corpses on the ground, broken limbs and broken arms are everywhere. On the city walls are some air-dried corpses hanging from Zhenjiang Fort rippling in the morning breeze, making the scene look even more tragic and mysterious.

"Father-in-Law, the child has flipped through many corpses and found that like yesterday, most of them are Koreans, and there are very few real Tartars..." Mao Da said about the situation he encountered.

"Yes! Father and the boss, the same goes for the child. Most of the people who got it this time were the corpses of Koreans, and there were many women and children, not Tartars at all..." Another general also said.

Mao Wenlong thought something. Zhang Heng said at the beginning that the Tartars were sieging the city by coercing the Koreans to attack the city, which was consuming the grenades from Zhenjiang Fort. The actual situation was as Zhang Heng expected. The North Koreans were driven out to die, and they had to continue the grenades, especially at night, where they could not tell the situation under the city.

"Staff Officer Zhang, how are the consumption of grenades now?" Mao Enlong asked.

"When I returned to the Grand Marshal, I consumed more than 6,000 yesterday, and nearly 10,000 today. If this continues, our grenades will be consumed at most two or three days..." Zhang Heng grasped these numbers and answered immediately when he heard Mao Wenlong ask.

"Oh!" Mao Wenlong frowned and said oh. The generals and followers around him looked solemn. Although there were scenes of people cutting their heads around him, they could not attract the attention of these people at all, and there was no joy of gain.

"What are our results in the past two days?" Mao Wenlong asked again.

"When I went back to the Grand Marshal, I was about 3,000 yesterday, but I haven't come out yet today. I guess there are 4,000 or 5,000. As the two generals said, most of them are Koreans, and many of them are women and children. There are very few real Tartars..." Zhang Heng said briefly.

"In other words, the Tartars used all the Koreans captured, regardless of gender, age, and nature, to fill our pit?" Mao Wenlong asked.

"I guess it's!" Zhang Heng replied calmly.

"The Tartars are so cruel! You can do such a despicable and conscience... I'm afraid that the Koreans who have been captured won't stay overnight..." Mao Wenlong sighed, and stretched out his head to see the dead bodies outside the city. The Koreans crossed the river under their noses. Before dawn the next day, most of them became corpses. This kind of thing can only be said that the Tartars did a really amazing job, not only not to consume their own food and grass, but also to consume the grenades in Zhenjiang Fort. Those who make such calculations are really cruel.

"Master-in-chief, do you want to send a message? Let Lei Qin and his team rush up. If you don't rush, it will be really dangerous to let the Tartars drive the Koreans across the river like this... The consumption of our Zhenjiang Fort is too fast..." Mao Da said.

"Running now? It's useless. The Tartars can not cross the river from the downstream, or from the upstream. They just walk for two more days. The warships in the upstream are not even able to go up..." Mao Wenlong stretched out his head and looked down, and rejected Mao Da's proposal without turning his head back.

"..., Huang Taiji is probably at the end of his life to fill the pit with the lives of the North Koreans in such a scruple. Otherwise, he would not do this. If the North Korean king knew about this, he would definitely have a bad reputation for the Tartars. If Huang Taiji did not capture our Zhenjiang Fort this time, he would be afraid that North Korea would return to our Ming Dynasty immediately, which is not all a bad thing..." Zhang Heng suddenly thought of something and said.

After hearing this, Mao Wenlong looked at Zhang Heng, and without comment, he said, "That guy?"

Zhang Heng didn't understand very well, and he didn't know whether Mao Wenlong's "that guy" was Huang Taiji or someone else?

"Staff Officer Zhang is right. Our battle with the Tartars will be decided in the next few days. You are more careful and take more attention. Do you know?" Mao Wenlong said again.

"The last general will take the order!" Everyone answered unanimously. The situation was already very obvious. It depends on how many Koreans the Tartars drove over, and it depends on the speed of the grenades consumed by Zhenjiang Fort. Once the grenades are consumed, the rest will be to win life with their lives.

Everyone walked around the city wall, and Zhang Heng always felt that Mao Wenlong had something in his words just now. Thinking about it, he might have said something wrong, and followed Mao Wenlong to circle the city wall, and forgot about this concern in his heart.

"Master, how can I have some treasures in the lower ranks? Do you?" Zhang Heng found an opportunity and said quietly to Mao Wenlong.

"Oh, those things? You don't need to take them out for the time being. It's still early. The Tartars want to attack the city, but they won't attack the city easily without consuming our grenades. That thing should not be taken out unless it is absolutely necessary... By the way, I took a look. The place where the Tartars came from the most was obviously the city wall in the west. This side could allow Ermao and the others to guard the night. Ermao's team threw them accurately, which could save a lot of grenades. It doesn't matter if they could see them during the day..." Mao Wenlong rejected Zhang Heng's proposal and instead arranged a combat plan.

"The official should accept the order..." Zhang Heng did not continue talking about that matter and lowered his head and agreed.

The soldiers on the city wall were already a little tired of fishing for corpses and cutting heads. The motivation for catching corpses is far less than before. Many of them are doing it carelessly, and some are even more, they simply do not participate in cutting heads, but focus on the city wall to take a nap or rest. Huang Taiji led a group of people to watch the situation of Zhenjiang Castle from a distance.

"Haha, this Zhenjiang Castle is such a big family business!" Huang Taiji looked at the dead bodies in Zhenjiang Castle and laughed happily.

"Haha, that's right, Khan. According to our method, Zhenjiang Fort will take three or five days, and no matter how big the family business is, it will be consumed! If there are no grenades at that time, it will not be a dish for us..." A little Beile next to him flattered.

"Haha..." Huang Taiji smiled proudly again. Judging from the situation in the past two days, this method was surprisingly good. Zhenjiang Fort consumed grenades very quickly.

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

"If you are right, if you estimate it correctly, there should be tens of thousands today, and there should be five or six thousand yesterday. In other words, we consumed 15 or six thousand grenades from Zhenjiang Fort in two days..." Fan Wencheng replied quickly.

"Okay! Xiandou, this move is indeed a strange move. If you continue like this, you can break Zhenjiang Fort in three or five days..." Huang Taiji said very happy and satisfied.

"……yes……"

Fan Wencheng lowered his head and responded gently. Although this move was a strange move, it was undoubtedly a very sinister move. He used the lives of the North Koreans to fill the pit. In just two days, all the 10,000 Koreans caught were killed. According to the industry rules of their strategists, doing such things is contrary to the will of heaven and will damage their life. Although Fan Wencheng was a little concerned, in order to achieve his goal, this concern was nothing. As for the attitude and reaction of the North Korean king on this matter, it was not even considered by Fan Wencheng, nor by Dajin. The North Korean king was just a soft-legged shrimp. Not to mention killing some Koreans, he would not dare to fart even if he emptied his capital.

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

Peter looked helpless and didn't know how to tell Shang Kexi, so he could only helplessly. "Peter, will it rain tomorrow?" It was Shang Kexi's nagging again.

Lei Dayong had to pretend not to hear it. "Peter, didn't you say that there will be news in the past two days? Why hasn't it rained today..." Shang Kexi asked.

Peter no longer knows what to say. If he can guarantee that it is raining, then he is God and will he be troubled by defeating the enemy?
Chapter completed!