As time goes by, the battle in Hangzhou becomes more and more intense. Yuan Qi originally thought that he could take down Hangzhou City on the third day, but who would have thought that when the sun sets on the third day, Hangzhou City is still in the hands of the other party.

The siege on the third day was even more tragic than the previous two days. The soldiers from both sides fought back and forth at the city wall. For a while, the rebels almost took down a city gate, but in the end they failed and were driven back by Fu Bao's personal soldiers.

In the following two days, on the fifth day, although Hangzhou City was shaking and there were heavy casualties in the city, Yuan Qi still did not take Hangzhou. This made Yuan Qi, who felt that he was sure to win, felt a little anxious. After five consecutive sieges, the cannon fodder in his hand had been consumed, and even the regular rebels suffered a lot of casualties. Although most of the casualties were subordinates of other rebel leaders, Yuan Qi's troops had not been damaged for the time being, but in this way, the other leaders who suffered losses began to drag the siege on the siege. Their strength was no longer as great as they were at the beginning.

Morale was something that could not be seen clearly but was real. In five days, the morale of the rebel army was less than half of the initial ones. Moreover, with the actions of the leaders of the group not working to preserve their strength, Yuan Qi was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Even if he sent a supervisor team, the effect was not obvious.

Faced with such a Hangzhou, Yuan Qi's eyes were like a ripe peach, and he could pick it off with just a little force. In this case, Yuan Qi finally sent his team up and attacked Fengshan Gate in the front. In just half a day, the defenders in the city could not reach it, and Fengshan Gate finally fell.

Seeing that his crowds climbed to the top of the city, Yuan Qi couldn't help but be overjoyed. At this moment, he had already seen Victory waving to him, but before he could order the entire army to attack, a deafening explosion made Yuan Qi stand on the spot. He stared at the Fengshan Gate in front of him, and saw that the Fengshan Gate wall collapsed in pieces with the rumbling sound, and even the tall city tower disappeared like paper.

Fu Bao did not have a firearm in his hand, but there was still no shortage of gunpowder, and the production of black gunpowder was not too difficult. In the past few days, Fu Bao collected a lot of gunpowder in the city and planned to use it as the most critical moment. When the news of the breakthrough of Fengshan Gate came, Fu Bao immediately issued an order to blow up Fengshan Gate. Thousands of kilograms of gunpowder buried in the city were ignited. With a loud bang, Fengshan Gate collapsed.

The Fengshan Gate was blown up by Fu Bao, causing the life and death of nearly a thousand rebels to be unknown. Most of the people buried in the ruins were unable to survive. Even if they were not killed on the spot, they were shocked to blood. What made Yuan Qi even more furious was that after the Fengshan Gate collapsed, the urn inside was blocked tightly, blocking the rebels' road directly into Hangzhou.

After losing thousands of people, Yuan Qi's army had not yet captured Hangzhou City. The morale of Yuan Qi's army fell sharply. Seeing this, Yuan Qi had to withdraw his troops in advance and make plans to attack the city.

When Zhu Yicheng learned the news, he immediately determined that the rebel army was in a dilemma. Zhu Yicheng didn't understand what military was, and he had never read a military book. However, in the era of the information explosion, Zhu Yicheng received both the education and the information he learned were not available to people in this era.

What's more, the morale of the rebel army was gradually spreading, and the entire rebel army was no longer as powerful as before, and could not take over the city of Hangzhou for a long time. Conflicts arose within the rebel army due to continuous casualties, and the dissatisfaction of the leaders with Yuan Qi gradually emerged.

To put it bluntly, Yuan Qi is not a military genius. He is just a variable caused by the wrong track of history. If Yuan Qi really had such great skills, then he would not be unknown in the original history. The continuous victory and tens of thousands of troops made Yuan Qi blinded. Under the current situation of the rebel army, if Yuan Qi bypassed the big city, focused on the small cities and counties in various places, and attacked in a swimming manner, then Yuan Qi's initiative would be greatly enhanced.

Unfortunately, Yuan Qi's vision limited his thinking, and he had never read Grandpa Mao's works, and did not understand the principle of surrounding the city with the countryside and fighting for a protracted war. He was so ambitious that he raised his troops to attack a big city like Hangzhou without siege firearms.

Of course, this is also a later story. If Yuan Qi really could win Hangzhou by chance, the situation might be completely different, but there was no luck in the war. If you hope for victory by chance, then you will inevitably suffer failure. Although Yuan Qi has not tasted the real taste of failure, he has been restrained in Hangzhou City and faced this city that has been fighting for nearly a week.

One voice told Yuan Qi that as long as he worked harder, he could take down the city of Hangzhou, while another voice also told Yuan Qi that the army had been in Hangzhou for too long. If it was impossible to be sure of the army in a short period of time, the army would have to evacuate. Once the Qing reinforcements arrived, the battle would be even more difficult to fight.

The sound in front is temptation, the sound behind is rational, but sometimes temptation will overcome reason and make people fall into an addiction. It is like a gambler sitting on the gambling table. He thought he could end the gambling game as soon as possible with his strong capital and kill the other party without leaving any remaining. Who would have thought that after gambled one after another, the other party could still persist, and he also paid a lot of chips. At this time, the gambler was a little anxious and red-eyed, so he could not care about reason? There was only two of him and his opponent in his eyes, and he had to score a victory or defeat.

In the following days, Yuan Qi continued to attack the city. His rebel army and the defenders of Hangzhou City were like a pair of opponents who kept fighting in the boxing ring. Yuan Qi held his mouth and wanted to give the opponent a cruel and real opponent, but who would have thought that as the time of defending the city grew longer and longer, the casualties of the defenders in Hangzhou became greater and greater, but Hangzhou still did not break through.

On the ninth day, Yuan Qi even sent his old camp, and the shaky Hangzhou City finally defended it. When the rebel army retreated like a tide, Yuan Qi looked at the Hangzhou City, which was close to each other but also as far away as the world, clenched his fists and said nothing.

"Prince, retreat, you can't continue to fight."

"You are not afraid of burning firewood when you stay in the green mountains!"

When they returned to the camp, everyone kept persuading, even Wang Yousan and others who had always supported Yuan Qi also advised Yuan Qi to withdraw their troops. Hangzhou has been unable to capture for a long time these days, not only did its morale plummet, but even the food and food in the army began to become nervous. The daily food and drink of tens of thousands of people is not a small number. Although Yuan Qi's rebel army plundered countless times, it could not withstand such consumption. Moreover, Hangzhou's tenacity made these rebel leaders who had regarded the world as nothing, finally experienced the cruelty of the war.
Chapter completed!