The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 169 Peashooter
The sun was at its zenith, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on the land outside the Great Wall, driving away the coldness in people's bodies, but leaving their hearts chilled to the bone.

"Hurry up!"

"If you move a step slower, they will be the ones to die!"

After saying that, he swung the sword in his hand. With a "swish" sound, a cold sword light flashed, and several dark heads rolled on the ground, and the blood dyed the ground red.

"what!!"

Screams were heard and people from all over the mountains and plains stumbled towards Haizhou City. Many of them had only thin clothes on and were shivering in the biting cold wind.

There were even many children who were lost from their parents crying for their parents, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety, looking very desolate and helpless.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of cavalrymen galloped across the fields, stepping on the frozen ground, rushing at lightning speed, whistling past like a gust of wind.

After a while, the guerrilla general Shi Tingzhu came to the central army's banner, dismounted, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together and said, "My Lord, we have captured a total of 200,000 slaves."

"If you want more slaves, you have to go a hundred miles away, and it takes three or four days to go back and forth."

After receiving the order from Huang Taiji, Shi Tingzhu led his own 8,000 troops to capture Han people everywhere, not sparing the elderly, the weak, women and children, the more the better.

Fortunately, after Nurhaci conquered Liaoyang, Shenyang and seventy other cities, all the men with a bit of blood in them had died or escaped, and the rest were demoted to slaves and kept on farms.

In just two days, all the slaves within a hundred miles were captured, leaving behind empty villages, which looked like a ghost cave and were quite creepy.

"I'll give you half a day to fill up the moat for me."

Glancing at the endless number of Han slaves, Huang Taiji gave the order expressionlessly.

The moat of Haizhou City is six zhang wide and four zhang deep, like a winding river. If it is really filled up, it will be no small project.

"promise!"

Without any hesitation or complaint, guerrilla general Shi Tingzhu took on this arduous task.

As a surrendered soldier, especially one of the low-ranking Han Eight Banners, Shi Tingzhu, who was not even qualified to call himself a slave, was very clear about his status.

They would definitely not be given the chance to do those simple and easy tasks. Only those hard, tiring jobs that did not bring much merit would be assigned to the Han Eight Banners.

"Boom boom boom!"

Eight thousand Han Eight Banners soldiers, wearing mandarin duck jackets and with weather-beaten faces, drove the 200,000 Han slaves in front of them like they were driving cattle and sheep. If they were not satisfied, they would kill them.

Stimulated by this, the Han slaves, like lambs, had to carry bags of sand and run desperately, fearing that they would fall behind and be slaughtered.

In short, either fill the moat with sand or fill it with your own corpse, the choice is one.

"hateful!"

On the towering city wall, Shi Tou, wearing black armor and with a sword hanging from his waist, looked at the scene in front of him. He pounded the parapet in front of him with his fists as big as casserole pots, frowned and shouted curses.

In addition to the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners, the most important sinister means that enabled Nurhaci to sweep across Liaodong was to drive the people to attack the city or make them ask the city for help.

Once left unchecked, the spies mixed in will take advantage of the situation to cause trouble, kill people and burn things, attack from both inside and outside, and break into the city. No matter how strong the city is, it will be helpless in the face of this approach.

"My lord, give the order to shoot!"

"Otherwise, the moat will be filled up by them, and our Haizhou City will lose its first line of defense." Gongsun Shaojun, former governor of Yongning City and current vice-chancellor of the Political Affairs Hall, looked at Shen Yuanliang, who had a look of reluctance on his face, and persuaded him anxiously.

A general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers. If you want to win a war, the corpses you have to walk under your feet include not only those of the enemy, but also those of your own soldiers and the people affected.

This is not the time to be soft-hearted, when it is time to take action, take action!

If the enemy's plan succeeds, Qingdi City will always be in a passive situation, and hostile forces will take advantage of this weakness to attack Qingdi City unscrupulously.

This trend must not be allowed to continue and must be nipped in the bud!
"Fire arrows!"

"Three rounds of arrow rain."

Turning the jade ring in his hand and pondering for a moment, Shen Yuanliang waved his hand and said in a deep voice.

War is a life-and-death struggle. Shen Yuanliang is not noble enough to exchange his own life and the lives of his soldiers for those who are completely unrelated. After all, he has no responsibility for these people.

For the sake of being a fellow Han Chinese, the most they could do was to kill a few more enemies afterwards and use Huang Taiji's head to sacrifice to them and avenge them.

"call out!"

The sky was filled with arrows raining down like locusts, and streaks of blood bloomed instantly, dyeing the moat bright red, which was very dazzling.

After a cup of tea, nearly ten thousand of the 200,000 Han slaves who had no armor to protect them were killed or injured, and the remaining people dared not move forward again.

One step forward means death, one step back also means death. The whole battlefield was in chaos, with old, weak, women and children running around like headless flies everywhere, and screams were heard everywhere.

Unfortunately, facing the sharp swords, many people surrendered and like zombies, they carried bags of sand and countless corpses on their shoulders and backs, which gradually filled up the moat.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A horn sounded that resounded through the sky, and Huang Taiji's order to attack spread throughout the battlefield along with the red flag.

Facing the setting sun in the sky, countless soldiers of the Eight Banners of Han and Eight Banners of Mongolia held shields, formed a turtle formation, and pushed siege equipment made of logs forward step by step.

Wells, siege vehicles, ladders, battering rams, etc., like prehistoric monsters slowly crawling, give people a huge impact.

"fire!"

Under the command of the officers, hundreds of red cannons roared throughout the battlefield, and the two sides fired back and forth, with head-sized shells flying overhead.

With a loud "bang", some shrapnel shells were mixed in with the solid bullets, thick black smoke rose, screams were heard one after another, and wounded soldiers were carried away from time to time.

It would be fine if one died on the spot, there wouldn't be much pain. But those with missing limbs are the most miserable. Even if one survives, their life is over.

"Go, Pikachu, no, Peashooter!"

Shen Yuanliang, dressed in moon-white clothes and a wooden hairpin in his hair, took out a handful of "pea" seeds from his pocket. The seeds were as crystal clear as jade, with strands of gold threads lingering on them.

Emerald green magic power surged out from his dantian, and as Shen Yuanliang performed the magical power of "Withering and Flourishing, Life and Death", a colorful light flashed.

The "pea" seeds evenly distributed under the city wall took root and sprouted instantly. After a while, eight-foot-tall pea shooters with mouths like cannons reappeared in the world.

It is emerald green all over, gourd-shaped, with two leaves the size of a cattail leaf facing the sun, absorbing energy with all its might. Haizhou City seems to have become a little darker.

(End of this chapter)