"This is the best!"
The leading middle-aged man sighed, then turned to look at the people behind him: "Shenyang City was besieged by our army and lost contact with the outside world.
But I guess Shumulu Yanguli has already guessed that the slave-building coalition has failed. He is fighting a trapped beast, and throwing money at it is the most clever method.
Those who can live in Shenyang City, even ordinary people, have been under the rule of slaves for more than ten years.
Not to mention completely surrendering to the slave-builders, but at least they still support the slave-builders, but after all, they are people of the Ming Dynasty,
Even if the city of Shenyang is destroyed, the imperial court will only attack the wealthy merchants and gentry to intimidate them, but it will never use ordinary people to establish their power.
But now, with so many people assisting in the defense, tell me, the army has broken through Shenyang City, how should the court deal with these people?
They could have used force to recruit the people in the city to help defend the city. Although the people could not resist, they would definitely resist in their hearts.
Shenyang City was destroyed, they were forced to do so, and the court would not say anything.
Now it is smashed with silver, and the people take the silver. This is another nature.
Punish him, there are tens of thousands of them. If he doesn’t do it, he will be outraged by the public and even His Majesty will be implicated. Don’t think it’s impossible. All those scholars call themselves saints.
Let's not punish them. These people helped the slaves and even said they killed our sergeants during defense. If our sergeants refuse to obey, they will lose their military morale!
The most important thing is that once the city is attacked, casualties will inevitably occur. Those who defend the city wall will most likely be used as cannon fodder. If they are alone, that's fine.
However, if they are raising a family, if the man in the family dies, it is the Ming army who kills them. Afterwards, they will only think that the Ming army killed their husbands and fathers, rather than that they were killed for helping to establish slaves.
If you can't explain the truth to them, these people will be a hidden danger in the future!
That's why I say that Shumulu Yanguli's move is really poisonous. Even if he dies, he will leave us with a big headache. "
hiss……
Listening to their boss's analysis, everyone took a breath.
They could already think of the scene of thousands of family members crying to the Ming army after the war, and their scalps instantly became numb.
"Boss, boss, what should we do now? Do we need to inform the commander?"
"Let me know. Although it won't change anything, it will allow Your Majesty to take countermeasures early!"
Having said this, the leader thought for a moment: "After the news is spread later, this place will no longer be usable. We will hide immediately and gather at the second hiding point later! Get ready!"
After everyone dispersed, the leader meditated for a few breaths and then started writing. In just a few breaths, he wrote down the changes and speculations in the city, then put it into a bamboo tube and came to the yard next to it.
I saw everyone in the courtyard quickly assembling something. After waiting for half a stick of incense, everyone stopped. It turned out to be a small ballista.
Different from the ballistae used by the Northern Army, this small ballistae only had the main arrow, and its range was only 600 to 800 meters.
This small courtyard is only less than 500 meters away from the city wall, which is enough to be sent outside the city.
This small ballista has two functions. One is to deliver news, and the other is to prepare the slave guards.
It's a pity that Shumulu Yanguli was like a turtle during this period, eating, drinking and living on the city wall.
Even if they came down, they would be heavily guarded and there would be no chance for them.
"Boss, that's it!"
"Well, once the launch is over, evacuate from the tunnel immediately!"
The leader tied the bamboo tube to the main arrow, adjusted the direction himself, and after making sure everything was safe, he whispered: "Let's do it!"
Everyone started to turn the twisting shaft together. After a few breaths, the bow string was like a full moon.
"put!"
Following a low shout, a meter-long arrow flew up into the air with a sharp piercing, and fell outside the city before anyone could react.
Several people in the courtyard were busy quickly, burying something on the ground, and then after checking it, they entered the room, leaving the small arrow quietly in the small courtyard.
"Search for me, general!"
After receiving the report, Shumulu Yanguli shouted angrily with a gloomy face. They had searched the city so many times, but there were still spies from the Ming army. It was a slap in his face.
Because the people were on the street, many people saw the approximate location where the arrow was shot, and the slave sergeant found the small courtyard with almost no effort.
"boom!"
The moment the courtyard door was pushed open, there was a violent explosion, fire was shooting out, smoke was billowing, and air waves visible to the naked eye were rushing towards the surrounding area.
The buildings within a radius of twenty meters were torn to pieces, and nearly a hundred people were killed directly by the slave sergeants. Their limbs were broken, and blood fell like raindrops.
The collapse of the building covered the tunnel through which Jinyiwei's spies escaped. By the time Sergeant Jiannu discovered it, the spies had already disappeared.
This made Shumulu Yanguli furious.
The Jin Yiwei who had been waiting outside the city for a long time also found the arrows sent from the city, and gave the bamboo tube on it to Li Ruolian, and then presented it to Chongzhen.
Looking at the contents of the intelligence analysis and speculation, Chongzhen's face was a little cold, and a look of sadness for his misfortune and anger flashed in his eyes.
These are a group of people who want money rather than their lives, and they can't even distinguish between the interests of family and country.
At the same time, I also expressed my appreciation for Shumulu Yanguli's operation. In the words of later generations of games, this is a man whose crystals at home have exploded and are still operating desperately.
"What a pity, you underestimated me and overestimated yourself!"
Chongzhen handed the information to Yuan Keli, then looked at Sun Chuanting and said coldly: "Tie Huang Taiji and the others to the front for a walk. After a quarter of an hour, attack the city directly. Do it cleanly and don't give them the opportunity to recruit people. time!"
"I obey the decree!"
Sun Chuanting responded, turned and left.
There were many figures on the city wall, soldiers were running back and forth, and all kinds of defensive equipment were moved up the city wall, filling it up.
Shumulu Yanguli looked at the busy generals and then at the army outside the city. There was a wry smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of pain, which was then replaced by madness and murderous intent.
"Even if Da Jin dies, he will still give Da Jin his last dignity. Don't even think about it..."
Before he could finish his muttering, the Ming army that had been surrounding them finally moved.
Groups of sergeants rushed toward the city wall carrying cylindrical objects, and then frantically dug... holes at 150 to 200 meters.
"General, do you want a long-range trebuchet..."
"It's too scattered, the attack will have no effect, please wait!"
As soon as Shumulu Yanguli finished speaking, he was tied to the tree trunk in a cross shape. Huang Taiji and a dozen other Jiannu generals were sent to about 150 meters behind the city wall. Behind him were the flying thunder artillerymen who were quickly digging holes. .
Sun Chuanting said loudly: "Shu Mulu Yanguli, look who this is?"
