Liaodong, on the banks of the Yalu River, in front of Yizhou City.

Mao Wenlong looked at the city that he could not capture for a long time, frowned and fell into deep thought.

A few days ago, Gao Wenlong led the main force of 7,000 Dongjiang Army to besiege Tieshan.

Tieshan is located along the Yellow Sea coast, just a short distance from Jupi Island, and the Dongjiang Army arrived in a flash.

In response to this, the Later Jin did not deploy too many troops here, only more than 300 Eight Banners and 300 Baoyi Aha to monitor the Dongjiang Army. Moreover, because this place was repeatedly fought over by the Dongjiang Army and the Later Jin Army, the city was seriously damaged.

Seven thousand pairs of six hundred, not a strong city and high wall. Mao Wenlong bombarded it with a cannon and went down to Tieshan in half a day.

Then 50,000 strong men arrived and, as Zhu Youjian ordered, swept away the population and property in the city.

"Brother, you see this table is good, let's get it back."

A thin child of sixteen or seventeen years old pointed to a table with legs missing and said to the tall man in front of him who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

The tall man said without looking back.

"Why do you want that thing? You carry a heavy and pick up valuable and easy-to-bring ones. We're far away, maybe there's something better ahead."

"Brother, I want to learn literacy from Uncle Chen, but I'm missing a table."

The child looked at the table with his legs reluctantly when he heard this.

"What table do you want? We have no paper or pen. Is it good that you didn't practice on the ground with that scholar Chen before?"

"You might be able to pick up paper and pen on the road. Uncle Chen said that you have to practice writing with paper and pen. You can't practice good writing with branches on the ground."

"What's the use of practicing well? You can still take the exam for scholars. Besides, don't Chen Xiucai also survived with us in Dongjiang Town. Dongjiang doesn't need scholars, we need strong labor like me."

The tall man continued to search without looking back. After a while, he saw that there was no sound behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the child looked unswerving and tears were spinning in his eyes.

"Oh, my brother, you are really like our father. You can do something like a dance, writing, and ink. It's fine. If the table is still there when we come back, we will move away. On the way, I will touch you a set of paper and pen to ensure that you can practice the same good handwriting as our father."

It would be better if I didn’t mention his father, but when I mentioned his father, the little brother immediately started crying.

The two brothers' surname is Liu, and they were originally from Liaoyang. Their father Liu Dazhong was a scholar.

In the first year of Tianqi, after Liaoyang fell, the whole family was 13. All males were slaughtered by the Tartars, while the woman was humiliated and killed by the Tartars.

The two brothers were hiding in a dark cellar at that time and witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

After the two escaped from Liaoyang, they followed the surviving Han people and headed south all the way to Dongjiang Town.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Marshal Mao said, one day he took us back to Liaoyang, slaughtered those group of Tartars, and avenged our parents and sisters."

The tall man carefully wiped his brother's tears, but his eyes gradually turned red.

"There is also the traitor Li Yongfang who has to slaughter and feed the dogs. Chen Xiucai said that if he hadn't had sex with his children and in-laws, Liaoyang would not have fallen so quickly."

My brother said stubbornly.

"Well, kill them all, no one left."

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After conquering Tieshan, Mao Wenlong left behind 10,000 strong men to do demolition work, and then led the main force to continue to march towards Yizhou.

This morning, Mao Wenlong arrived in Yizhou, had a short rest, and after creating siege equipment, he began to siege the city.

Yizhou is not as good as Tieshan. It is located on the banks of the Yalu River. It is a military center in the southeast of the Later Jin Dynasty. It has three Niulu and nine hundred troops stationed, and the city is complete.

At the beginning of the year, Huang Taiji ordered Amin to attack North Korea. When he withdrew his troops, he strengthened the Yizhou city.

The reinforced Yizhou city has a circumference of nearly eighteen miles and is more than one meter high. It has a rammed earth-covered brick structure. The thickest place is four meters and the narrowest place is two meters.

Because the road from Tiezhou, Yizhou to Lianshanguan is full of mountain roads, the gun caliber of Mao Wenlong brought the siege this time is not very large.

Of course, they didn’t even have enough food to eat in Dongjiang Town, and they didn’t have the heavy artillery with a large caliber.

So the city walls that had been buzzing for an afternoon were only slightly removed from the bricks and stones outside, and the rammed earth inside leaked out.

Seeing that the sergeant who had just siege was defeated again, Mao Wenlong looked solemn.

In the afternoon, three consecutive waves of offensives were repelled, and more than 500 soldiers had suffered casualties.

Although one general succeeded and had thousands of bones tickled, Mao Wenlong felt uncomfortable when he saw that the lives that were alive just now became a corpse.

But he had no choice. He attacked the city and took his life to fill it. This has been the case since ancient times. Even if he was a good general, if he swears to defend the city to the death, it would be the case.

"well!"

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and it was impossible to capture the city today, Mao Wenlong sighed and was about to call for the gold to withdraw his troops. He would make a decision with the generals to wait for another battle tomorrow.

"Sir, the Jinyiwei said there was a clever plan to attack the city."

Just as Mao Wenlong was about to order the withdrawal of troops, Deputy General Chen Jisheng led the two Jinyiweisers to walk over quickly.

These two people are the leaders of the Jinyiwei who carried out a secret operation.

Seeing that the Jinyiwei offered his advice, Mao Wenlong did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly took the two into the big account to discuss.

After a moment, everyone left the camp, but Mao Wenlong still looked suspicious.

"The life artillery focused on bombarding the gap before it. Before dark, be sure to double the gap."

Although he was a little suspicious, Mao Wenlong still followed the Jinyiwei's plan.

The sky soon became dark, and the sound of cannons gradually stopped. The officers and soldiers of Dongjiang Town also retreated back to the camp, and the Hou Jin soldiers guarding the city were relieved.

In this era, military operations were rarely carried out at night. Not to mention the technical work of siege, ordinary troops could not even conduct night marches.

Nothing else, people in this era generally lack protein intake, and night blindness is a common phenomenon. Not to mention siegeing cities, it would be good to be able to touch the city walls.

Moreover, the feudal army's organizational capabilities were even poorer. The chances of carrying out night-time military operations were even higher than the probability of successful surprise attacks.

Therefore, after nightfall, both the offensive and defensive sides fell into silence and licked their wounds in preparation for another fight tomorrow.

But in this quiet, a small team quietly set out from the camp in Dongjiang Town.

Obviously, these people do not have night blindness.

It was the second half of the night, the time when a person slept the most, and the darkest moment of the day.

But the small team of soldiers looked at the night without any object, flexibly climbed over various obstacles, and soon reached the gap in the previous city wall.

During the day, the hole hit by the shells was still there, although it was not big, but it was enough.

After putting down a few yellow objects about ten kilograms, one of them lit the leads.

The fire line hissed, but did not wake up the sergeant guarding the city.

However, the soldiers who had been silent before, all ran away madly, regardless of concealment.

Such movement naturally attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the city. In the dark, the Tartar archers shot several arrows at the sound.

Unfortunately, the night was too dark, and the shooting without any targets was not accurate at all.
Chapter completed!