The sun hung obliquely on the west side, slowly falling towards the mountain. The sound of cannons that had been resounding for a day suddenly stopped as if they were about to make an appointment, and the whole world suddenly became silent.

On the southern wall of Shengjing, the Qing soldiers who had been fired for a day looked around with some suspicion. After a while, the surroundings were still silent.

An armored soldier whose face was pitch blackened by gunpowder slowly poked his head out of the city wall that was blown away and looked out of the city. The white smoke that had risen from time to time was gone for miles away was gone. It was not until this time that the armored soldier believed that the shelling had finally stopped.

“Hehe…”

He made a sound of crying or laughing, two lines of tears flowed down his eyes, and two traces were drawn on his dark face.

A hoarse roar came out of his mouth.

"Brothers, the Ming army stopped firing artillery, the Ming army's artillery fire stopped, everyone should come out!"

Slowly, more and more people poked their heads out of the bunkers. They looked at the bumpy pits and could no longer see the original appearance of the city. They looked at the companions around them, and many of them burst into tears.

Although Aha and the armored man are both like cannon fodder, cannon fodder is also human, and if they are humans, they are afraid of death.

If the Aha and the armored people still had some luck in their hearts before the war started and wanted to make contributions to get rid of slaves and cannon fodder, but after a day of shelling, those who had thought this kind of dream had long since thrown this dream out of the sky.

The artillery fire of the Jiangning Army was vicious and dense. The Jiangning Army did nothing else for the whole day, just fired cannons on the top of the city, blooming bullets, and solid bullets kept pouring into the top of the city. The entire city wall was almost flattened by the artillery fire, and it was impossible to see its original appearance.

More than half of the more than two thousand Aha and the armored men were left on the city wall. In this case, let alone making contributions, it would be possible to burn high incense to save their lives.

Abatai sat weakly on the flattened city gate tower, looking at the city wall that was no longer visible at all, a feeling of despair was surging in his heart.

He has been fighting with his own wild boar Pi Nurhaci, and has been in the war like this for nearly twenty years. He has never fought like this today. The opponent's artillery fire lasted for a whole day, but he did not send out a soldier to attack the city. He killed more than half of the soldiers on his own city wall with the artillery alone.

Of course, most of these dead people were Aha and the armored people. No matter how many slaves died, he would not frown at all. However, such shelling was too shocked to the soldiers guarding the city.

Not to mention anything else, the genuine Eight Banners soldiers hiding in the Hidden Soldier Cave were also scared, which can be seen from many of them.

At this time, Goshha walked to Abatai and whispered a few words to his ear.

Abatai's face changed, "What, are you saying true?"

Goshha looked around and said anxiously: "Master, even if the slave has the courage to deceive you, you won't dare to use such a thing! Think about a solution?"

"Thinking a way...how do you tell me to think of a way?"

Abatai glared at her eyes.

"Your Majesty even sent out his Bayala. What else can I do? For the sake of this plan, I can only defend Shengjing to the death. If Shengjing can be kept, everyone can survive. If they can't, everyone will die together!"

Although Abatai looked determined when he said this, only he himself knew that his right hand behind him was trembling constantly.

Others don’t know, but Abatai understood when he heard his Goshha telling him what happened at the Xicheng Gate just now. Huang Taiji used this method to tell everyone that if Shengjing could not be defended, then everyone should accompany the city to perish. Don’t think about sending their families out of the city first and finding a chance to escape.

Abatai sat on the city gate tower where he was so bombarded by artillery that he could not see his original appearance. He sat motionless for more than ten minutes. Then he slowly turned his head to Goshha who had been standing by his hands hanging down and said, "Go back and tell Foolish, let her clean up all the gold, silver and soft materials in the house and put everything in the car."

Goshha was surprised and said in confusion: "Master Bell, you didn't just say your Majesty..."

"No... I took it too much just now." Abatai shook his head: "Although Your Majesty wants to tie everyone to Shengjing City, not everyone is willing to live and die with Shengjing. Look, it won't take long to get someone out. At that time, as long as there is chaos in the city, our chance will come. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Goshha immediately understood and left with understanding.

Abatai was right. There was more than one person with the same mind as him, but this was something Huang Taiji did not expect.

I guess Huang Taiji forgot the old saying in China: the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked.

If he had not sent all his wife and children to Hetulala, he could indeed suppress different opinions with his prestige and status. But now he had sent all his family away first, but asked others to live and die with Shengjing. Isn't this a joke?

There is an old saying among the Han people: Only state officials are allowed to set fires but not the people are allowed to light lamps, which is what is being said about the current situation.

As night fell, there was an undercurrent in Shengjing City, and the Ming army outside the city was not idle. After using up dinner, Sun Chengzong sent someone to invite Yang Feng to his commander's tent.

After seeing Yang Feng, Sun Chengzong stopped talking and asked bluntly: "Jiangning Hou, how many shells did your troops consume today?"

Yang Feng replied: "More than 15,000 pieces, 80% of which are flowering bullets."

"More than 15,000!"

The muscles on Sun Chengzong's face couldn't help but tremble. It was not that he didn't understand, but that he didn't understand the world of the rich.

He knew the price of the flowering bullet. Because it was difficult to make, a flowering bullet would cost at least several taels of silver. It would be amazing if it was calculated like this. Where did the Jiangning Army shoot shells today? They were simply a waste of silver.

"Follower Jiangning, I know that you have a good reputation for making money, but fighting like this is too...too expensive."

Sun Chengzong couldn't help but swallow the word "explosive" and changed his mouth in time.

Yang Feng shook his head: "I don't agree with the words of the governor. I think that since ancient times, what we fight in wars is just about money and food, and only who has more money and more food. Since we have money, why should we save money? Do you think this is the case?"

Sun Chengzong did not speak and forced himself to resist the urge to curse. Now he finally understood how stupid it was to talk about frugality with the rich.
Chapter completed!