"Hong Chengchou, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"Sun Zhixian, a bachelor at the Hanlin Academy."

Huang Taiji, who was helped to sit on the chair, looked at the two Ming civil servants with arrogant expressions in front of him and asked, "What does the Ming Emperor mean?"

He didn't believe that Li Yunze would miss this great opportunity and sent people here to persuade him to surrender.

The handsome Hong Chengchou spoke first: "Long live my emperor, I have mercy on the people in the city and ordered me to persuade you to surrender."

As soon as these words came out, the princes and Baylors had different expressions, but many of them quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

They are all experienced on the battlefield, and not all of them are as unclear as the Dorgon brothers.

It is also a good thing to surrender and be recruited.

Huang Taiji was obviously a little dazed. Judging from Li Yunze's series of actions, he did not seem to be such a person without foresight.

If they were really given a chance to breathe, they would be able to recover in just a few years.

"What are the conditions for Long Live?" Huang Taiji's title changed immediately. As long as the conditions are right, there is no problem in making him a minister.

Hong Chengchou, who was a little embarrassed, looked at Sun Zhixian beside him.

The bachelor attendant, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, immediately stepped forward and said, "Banzai said, cancel the false name, hand over the military assets and land. All members of the clan will be exiled to Jeju Island to herd horses."

There is no problem in abolishing the title of Great Khan, it can be raised again at any time.

It is not impossible to hand over military resources and land, but you cannot hand over all of it. You must leave a piece of land to replenish blood.

Can be exiled to Jeju Island to raise horses

“Where is Jeju Island?”

"An island in Korea has a horse farm that was started by the Mongols." The high-spirited Sun Zhixian continued, "There is another one. All the direct descendants of the old slave will be killed!"

There was an uproar in the main hall.

The impatient Duduo simply pulled out his knife and put it directly on Sun Zhixian's neck.

They also want to negotiate peace, but the prerequisite is that they can save their lives.

But if you don't even leave them a life now, then that's nonsense.

Sun Zhixian, who had been so high-spirited before, was trembling in his calves. "The two countries are at war, and the envoys will not be killed."

Hong Chengchou on the side immediately yelled, "Master Sun, be careful what you say!"

The Ming Dynasty never recognized the Tartars, so how could there be two countries?

Huang Taiji felt a little relieved over there. Sure enough, he didn't really want to persuade him to surrender, but why did he come to do this?

Hong Chengchou handed over his hand to Huang Taiji, "My emperor still has requests."

"explain."

"My emperor ordered you to lead the old slaves to commit suicide outside the city gate and hand over Zhezhe and Bumubutai as your maids."

Dorgon, who was already full of anger, turned into the color of pig liver when he heard that Li Yunze actually had the idea of ​​​​taking Bumu Butai.

Historically, he gave up his throne for this woman, but now he is only more obsessed with her.

‘choking’

The furious Dorgon drew out his sword, stepped forward quickly, and gave Hong Chengchou a heart-warming blow.

Hong Chengchou, filled with disbelief, collapsed to the ground and said, "Barbarians are rude."

The two countries fought and killed the envoys, no doubt barbarians.

When Duduo saw this, he also raised his knife and prepared to chop Sun Zhixian.

At this time, Sun Zhixian was frightened to the point of peeing. He knelt on the ground and knelt down repeatedly to beg for mercy.

"Wait."

At this time, Huang Taiji finally understood what Li Yunze wanted to do.

This is because he wants to use his own hands to get rid of these two messengers.

Looking at Hong Chengchou who had no air intake, Huang Taiji secretly thought it was a pity.

What Li Yunze wanted to do, he had to do the opposite, which was a pity for Hong Chengchou.

"There is no need to panic, Master Sun." There was a flash of contempt in his eyes, but Huang Taiji's words were extremely gentle. "I will not treat you badly when you serve Daikin in the future. Now, tell Ben Khan about the situation of the Ming Army." .”

The frightened Sun Zhixian, in order to survive, told everything he knew about the situation.

"Send Xueshi Sun to rest." Huang Taiji glanced at Hong Chengchou, who was lying in a pool of blood, "Take off his head and go outside the city."

"The Tartars are cruel, I will definitely avenge Hong Aiqing."

Li Yunze, who looked resolute, waved his fist vigorously and said, "Bury Hong Aiqing generously and send an order to the Ministry of Rites to grant her a posthumous title."

"Long live." Wen Tiren stepped forward and saluted, "I have never seen Scholar Sun leave the city."

"We will know after we break the city." Li Yunze waved his hand, not caring about it.

Based on Sun Zhixian's character, there is a high probability that Hong Chengchou was frightened into surrendering after his death.

This is fine, but the death will be worse after the city is broken. Rather than living for two more days, it is better to follow Hong Chengchou on the road.

After arranging these things, Li Yunze calmly issued the order, "Attack the city tomorrow."

The cold wind is howling, and heavy snow is already falling below Shenyang City in winter.

Overnight, the sky and the earth were covered in silver, and everything you could see was white.

The faces of the Tartars in the city were paler than the snow outside.

The Ming army did not retreat after heavy snowfall as mentioned before, but instead actively prepared to attack the city.

More than a hundred artillery pieces were lined up in the south of the city, and the roar of thunder shook the surrounding areas.

The hot cannonballs continuously hit the tall and solid city walls, shattering the bricks covering the outer city into pieces.

After the city bricks were smashed, the blue stones inside were exposed. It would be much more troublesome to smash these blue stones.

The fierce bombardment lasted for most of the day and did not end until the sky darkened.

Most of the green strips of stone on the southern city wall have been smashed into pieces.

At this rate, the city wall here will be completely destroyed by tomorrow afternoon at most.

After dinner, the Ming army returned to their thick tents to rest, waiting for the big battle tomorrow.

At this time, the south gate of Shenyang City was quietly opened.

More than a thousand elite Tatars rushed out of the city on horseback and attacked the Ming army's artillery positions.

If we don't kill these artillery pieces, we will have to break the city tomorrow.

The Tartars charged with death in mind. Only a hundred steps away from the artillery position, the cavalry in the front row suddenly rolled over and fell.

The Tartars could think of raiding the artillery positions, how could the Ming army not think of it.

They have already dug thousands of horse traps here. The faster they rush, the worse they will fall.

Countless torches were lit, and Ming army gunners appeared one after another. The intensive shooting destroyed all the attacking Tartars in the snow.

In less than a quarter of an hour, it was all over.

The night wind was wrapped with snowflakes and howled across the earth. In the quiet night, only the wails of the wounded Tartar soldiers were left.

Half an hour later, under the cold weather, the wailing of the wounded soldiers gradually stopped.

After being injured in this environment and exposed to the wild, it is basically impossible to survive for an hour.

After dawn, the heavy snow finally stopped and the sky cleared up.

The cannon fodders from the cannon fodder battalion, trembling and rubbing their hands, stepped forward to clean up the corpses of the Tartars, while the Ming army continued the bombardment after having breakfast.

The Ming army had sufficient strength, so there was no need to surround three groups or make any strategies. They just plainly told the Tartars that I would fight from the south.

The fierce bombardment continued until noon, and the green strips of stone were smashed, leaving the clay inside. Later, due to the lack of effective support, the entire section of the city wall, which was hundreds of meters long, completely collapsed amidst the rumbling sound of cannons.

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In the past, the Ming army's artillery, even a several-kilogram general cannon, could not withstand this level of continuous shooting.

Only this kind of artillery made of seamless steel pipes purchased by Li Yunze from the modern world can have such lasting power.

After the city wall was blown down, the Tartars in the city did not rush out, and the Ming army stopped shelling and did not attack immediately.

Both sides knew that the real deadly battle would break out in the afternoon.

The Ming army began to have lunch, and even the cannon fodder in the Death Soldier Battalion, who could only eat two meals a day in the past, also received a rare extra meal.

And it's not the brown rice of the past, but steaming rice and steamed buns, and even each cannon fodder was given a box of canned fish.

As they are all on death row, they naturally don't get much good treatment on ordinary days.

Now, they will take the lead later and it will be a sumptuous meal.

A six-meter-high viewing platform has been built. After lunch, Li Yunze led a group of civil and military personnel up to the viewing platform.
To be continued...