On September 30, the third year of Taichu, Heecheon Mansion in Yizhou, North Korea.
A huge black dragon battle flag flutters on the low city wall of Xichuan Mansion, and the ferocious dragon can be seen for miles around.
Like other passes, the Joseon Kingdom took a makeshift attitude and built border towns around Heecheonbu, with a city but no walls.
The benefit of North Korea's doing this is not only to save money, but also to save people's power, which is in line with Li Zhu's image of a benevolent and righteous king.
Of course, the defense lines formed by these cities were almost undefended and could be easily breached.
This is especially true for Xichuan Mansion. The low wall outside the city is not strong, and there are no trenches or battlements to match the city wall, let alone the enemy platform in Pheasant City.
Half a year ago, when the elite Qi army ascended to the top of the city, they entered the city directly without any handover.
All the thousand Korean troops in the city surrendered.
In fact, Qi Jin and Zhao led their battles on Ping An Road so smoothly.
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Under the black dragon banner, the cavalry of the First Corps with a black pennant on their backs were speeding past the city gate post road. The flying horse hooves stepped on the dry land, stirring up dust in the sky and making a thumping sound.
A fat figure walked through the dust, making a dry coughing sound. He spat towards the side of the post road and cursed in a low voice:
"Damn it, the road is broken! The cannon frame is shaken apart!"
Han Zhenyi turned around and looked behind him. The wheels of the heavy infantry gun were stuck in the mud pit, and several auxiliary soldiers were driving the mules and were dragging them desperately.
Han Zhenyi raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was hanging slanting on the horizon. A dilapidated post road extended from Xichuan Mansion, all the way south, and disappeared among low hills.
The further south they went, the more dilapidated the road became. Just as Han Zhenyi was about to curse a few more words, the voice of his old partner Wang Congzhi came from behind.
"Old Han, let's have some fun, the good times are yet to come!"
At this time, the auxiliary soldiers who were pulling the cannon happened to be shouting in unison, and with a burst of shouts from people and mules, the huge cannon, which weighed 3,800 kilograms and had a range of six miles, finally broke free from the mud pit. A farmer hurriedly stepped forward and asked the excited mule to calm down and stop disturbing the two superior officers.
Wang Congzhi nodded to the auxiliary soldiers who had just fired the cannon, shook off the mud on his hands, and seeing no one around, he quickly took out a gourd wine flask from his arms, shook it in his hand, and threw it to Han Zhenyi.
"When we crossed the river from Kuandian, it was still raining. God cooperated. When we entered North Korea, the rain stopped. You should thank God. If it rains again, our artillery battalion will not have to do anything. All artillery, big and small, will have to be used. Lie down on Ping An Road."
Han Zhenyi grabbed the wine flask, drank two gulps, put the lid on the gourd, and threw it to Wang Congzhi. According to the military regulations of Da Qi, soldiers are strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol while marching and fighting. During the march, there will often be inspections by the suppressing soldiers and imperial guards. Fortunately, the gourds are filled with clean water.
After Han Zhenyi drank the water, he let out a long sigh and said with some reluctance: "It would be great if the artillery in our artillery battalion could be like the Sixth Corps, coming and going like the wind."
Wang Conzhi patted his old partner on the shoulder and comforted him: "Then you have to be able to swim. The navy has big ships and we have big cars. It's almost the same."
After hearing this, Han Zhenyi waved his hands and retorted:
"How can it be similar? We can't compare with other people's navy. Their cannon tubes are thicker than wells. One shot is worth ten of ours, and the city walls are damaged. It's better to be on the ship. It's not like us, with artillery as an auxiliary. After joining the army, I drive mules and do hard labor every day."
At this point, another carriage got stuck in the mud ahead.
"Damn it, this North Korean king Li Zhu, who has killed thousands of people, doesn't repair the road first if he wants to go to war!"
A mule transporting grain and grass stood leisurely on the side of the road munching on weeds, snoring and letting the horseman beat him, refusing to leave.
Han Zhenyi continued to complain: "The same goes for mules and horses. Before they crossed the river, each of them was such a good animal. They worked hard without complaining and had little food. Damn it, once they arrived in North Korea, they all turned into lazy donkeys and lazy horses!"
Wang Conzhi had a professional smile on his face. It seemed that he was used to the companion in front of him who liked to blame others.
Since the forty-seventh year of Wanli, the two have become partners, rising from a small soldier to a general. Over the past ten years, more than half of Kaiyuan's old men have died. The two of them have been blessed with great fortune and have lived to this day, so they are better than their biological brothers. Return the kiss.
Wang Congzhi asked Han Zhenyi to continue, nodding to him from time to time, but he was already thinking about other things.
It wasn't until Han Zhenyi finished speaking that Lao Wang agreed:
"Yes, yes, you are right. When the army conquers North Korea and establishes prefectures and counties, I will be the first to go to the imperial court and ask the Supreme Emperor to build our Daqi post road here, and then go to Wu Aheng to ask for some more Naval guns as thick as water wells serve as the face of our artillery battalion!"
Han Zhenyi rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "What? I was just telling you about the tactics of bombarding Pyongyang. What are you talking about!"
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The two artillery battalion chiefs were chatting like this, with several soldiers guarding them. Behind them, thousands of artillery were being pulled by Rome. Driven by the artillery, the mules and horses slowly advanced.
The shouts of the artillerymen, the squeak of heavy wheels and the neighing of mules and horses mixed together and floated over the plain road.
From time to time, twos and threes of night warriors passed around the artillery camp and hurriedly rushed south.
"The target of the first phase of the operation is Pyongyang. The West Route Army and the Third Army Corps will stay in Ping'an Road as a reserve force. The East, Central and South Route armies will divide their forces to encircle, divide and encircle them, striving to intercept all the northern Korean troops in Pyongyang, and finally defeat them all in one fell swoop. Annihilate.”
Emperor Wuding came to Hamgyong Province in person and reprimanded Qi Jin. Sixty thousand troops gathered in Hamgyong Province and attacked Pyongyang all the way to Gangwon Province and started attacking all the way.
Deng Changxiong, commander of the East Route Army, led the Second and Second Corps southward from the shore of Hamgyong Province, entered Gangwon Province, approached Cheorwon, pretended to attack Seoul, and cut off the back roads of the North Korean army in Pyongyang to prevent them from escaping to the south.
The Central Army, led by Liu Zhaosun himself, quickly moved south from Yongbyon and Suzhou to attack Pyongyang head-on.
The South Route Army, led by Wu Aheng, landed in Fengchuan, advanced to the east of Xinchuan, and together with the East Route Army, cut off the Korean Peninsula in the middle.
The West Route Army, led by Yu, serves as a reserve force and is on standby on the battlefield.
Three troops on Dongzhongnan Road completed the encirclement of Pyongyang. There are more than 10,000 North Korean troops in Pyongyang.
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