There are only three to five days before the New Year, and tens of thousands of Qin troops are living in a lively manner under Luoyang City.
Money, food and supplies from Xiangcheng arrived one after another, and all the military strongholds were full of joy.
Just because of King Yu's words, Luoyang City was destroyed, and he achieved five points of merit.
In other words, if you make your first contribution, it will be eight points of merit, enough to exchange for sixteen acres of land.
"I'm so envious!"
As an auxiliary soldier, Wang Chunqing was responsible for transporting heavy supplies of money and food, especially the ten huge red cannons, weighing four to five thousand kilograms.
It was difficult to travel in the snow and the ground was muddy in winter, and the journey only lasted thirty to forty miles a day, causing countless people to suffer.
Of course, as old prisoners who have been tamed and worked for a year, they are responsible for monitoring the newly captured 20,000 Western troops and carrying money, food and luggage.
Using the left army to supervise the western army, His Royal Highness the King of Yu is really capable.
"good!"
Zhu Caochang, who was in charge of food and salary and was responsible for the examination of the second cao, squinted his eyes, and his tall and thin figure showed his incomparable prestige.
He personally watched the arrival of the red artillery, repeated it over and over again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the soldier in front of him, Zhu Mou smiled and said: "This was done well. Although it took a little more time, it was all in peace after all."
"This is what a humble job should do."
Wang Chunqing was flattered. From being a prisoner to serving as an auxiliary soldier, it was already a big leap. When he received praise, he was really surprised.
"Those 20,000 Western thieves are still untamed."
Zhu Mou said affectionately: "You have surrendered to King Yu for half a year and you are already an old man. Now you have made great achievements in running food and grass. Your Highness has already spoken. You can choose to be soldiers in the future to avoid the hardship of farming."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness!" Wang Chunqing was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed her hands.
Immediately, Wang Chunqing returned to the camp with an excited face to share the joy.
"After all, we in Zuozhen are also officers and soldiers, which are very different from the Western bandits."
"His grandma can finally serve as an officer and soldier. I heard that the Qin army has enough food and drink, and the monthly salary is not in arrears. I have long thought about it..."
The auxiliary barracks was instantly filled with excitement.
Don't be afraid of comparison in everything. The more you compare, the more sad you will be.
Zuo Zhen is free as he pleases and can rob people as he pleases.
But this thing is just like hunting. It has good and bad qualities. When you are hungry, you can eat and drink every day. How can you be strong enough to eat and drink every day?
After half a year of farming, the thorns have long been suppressed, and now they all want to join the army and live a good life.
Of course, the massive defeat of the Manchu Qing Dynasty under the walls of Ruzhou made King Yu's reputation instantly reach its peak, and everyone wanted to follow a general who was victorious in every battle.
Wang Chunqing smiled, took out a bag of fried noodles, soaked it in a wooden basin, poured in hot water that had just been boiled, and stirred it up.
He carefully tore up a piece of horse meat jerky and mixed it into the paste, and the aroma instantly filled the air.
The Eight Banners killed the horses, and everyone in the Qin army benefited. What they couldn't eat was smoked, and their auxiliary troops could also share some.
"Head, where did this coal come from?"
The auxiliary soldiers on the side were busy doing the same thing. Looking at the red-hot clay stove, they couldn't help but ask.
"I heard it's next to Luoyang."
Wang Chunqing lit the fire and ate the paste while muttering: "It's a good thing King Yu sent out the charcoal, otherwise many people would get sick."
"Hey, we have coal, but the slaves don't have it. Let's see how they can survive it!"
On the side, the auxiliary soldiers gloated over the misfortune.
Eating the glutinous rice, thinking about the happy days of being a soldier in the future, I became more and more happy.
In the central army, His Royal Highness Prince Yu was warming himself by the fire and drinking the prepared tea with a leisurely look on his face.
Chen Yongfu, You Shiwei and other generals sitting around him were drinking bitter tea and pretending to be good.
"Transportation is difficult in winter. Although the volume of fried noodles is small, the burden is still huge."
King Yu looked at the different expressions of the generals and couldn't help but said softly.
Apparently, they prefer wine, and tea is given to them as much as cows chewing peonies.
It's a pity that Prime Minister Hui Teng is not here, and this guy is arty. Even if it tastes bad, he seems to be very interested in it, and he can even come up to ask a few questions about the origin of the tea.
"Moreover, even though the coal has been mined, there are still many soldiers suffering from frostbite, so Luoyang must be dealt with as soon as possible."
"What your Highness said is true."
Chen Yongfu hurriedly put down the tea, cupped his hands and said: "Now that the red artillery has arrived, Luoyang City will naturally be captured."
"If we hadn't taken into account the casualties of our sons, Luoyang would have taken it long ago."
You Shiwei also spoke, his face full of joy.
In Luoyang, there are three kings, two county kings and one prince. This is a great achievement that can shake the world.
If the King of Yu eats meat, it is possible for them to take some advantage and make an earl.
The other generals were also eager to give it a try, and even clamored to kill the fake King of Yu in order to vent his anger for His Highness.
Morale is available.
Zhu Yixi touched her shallow goatee, then laughed and said: "A mere false king, a barbarian, who doesn't even know how to write the word Yu, dares to claim it in vain, and deserves to die."
Liu Tingjie stepped forward, his eyes bright, and said loudly: "Mingjie camp has invited us to come first, and it will inevitably fall into the city and capture the false king alive!!"
"Okay!" Zhu Yixi stood up and laughed: "General Liu is so ambitious, why can't I fulfill his ambition?"
So, among all the regrets and envy, Liu Tingjie came out on top and won the favor of King Yu.
Just when it was decided to attack the city tomorrow, it was night and heavy snow fell from the sky. It lasted for two days. The snow was three inches thick and the sky and the earth were completely white.
As a last resort, the offensive could only be delayed, leaving Luoyang City to survive for two days.
On the third day, the entire Qin army attacked, and ten red cannons were slowly moved out and slowly deployed two miles away from Luoyang.
The huge red cannon silenced the entire city of Luoyang for an instant.
Both Duduo and Geng Zhongming know the red artillery very well, and precisely because of this, their fear is even greater.
Duduo wore a mink fur hat and looked at the Qin army who looked like black spots. The wind couldn't stop coming from his bare forehead and his scalp was numb.
Geng Zhongming clenched his hands, which were all wet, and his fingers were almost bleeding.
Kong Youde is a rough man, but his thoughts are simple. How can he save his life and escape under this cannon?
You must know that since the three of them surrendered to the Manchus, they have always maintained an artillery advantage over the Ming army. In the Battle of Jinzhou that year, fifty red cannons destroyed Jinzhou.
As for the Ming army in Jinzhou, there were at most twenty troops.
Of course, to this day, they still can't figure out how the Qin Army had so many red cannons.
"No one in the Qing Dynasty surrendered!"
Duduo's eyes were red, and when he saw the artillery from the opposite side approaching a little bit, he couldn't help but growl:
"The warriors of the Eight Banners are never afraid of death, let alone surrender to the lowly Han people, and fight to the end!"
"Of course!" Geng Zhongming looked determined but cursed in his heart. He couldn't help but echoed: "Since the day he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, the last general has never thought about changing his family."
"Even if he dies, the general will still have to support a few Ming troops!"
Kong Youde also said in a low voice.
"Okay!" Although Duduo didn't know what they really thought, he felt a little relieved.
Suddenly, several people who were full of sacrifice saw the fire-clothed cannons under the city suddenly retracted.