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

Chapter 171 Cannon Fodder in Troubled Times

Inside the central army tent, torches as thick as arms were crackling and a strong smell of pine resin filled the air.

From the time the troops were called back to now, a whole hour had passed. Huang Taiji was sitting on the armchair without saying a word. His face was terribly gloomy and everything was quiet.

"Lord Baylor!"

Fan Wencheng, who had been wandering outside the tent for a long time, lifted the thick curtain, walked forward in three or two steps, and bowed.

"Mr. Fan, you are here, please sit down!"

"Serve the tea. Take out the Da Hong Pao that I treasure so much and let Mr. Fan taste it."

Seeing Fan Wencheng, who was relying on him as his arm, Huang Taiji stood up suddenly, took his arm and greeted him warmly.

Huang Taiji, who was at his wit's end, was like a drowning man, trying to grab the last straw to save his life. The cunning Fan Wencheng was his hope.

"Thank you, Lord Baylor."

Picking up the boiling hot tea, Fan Wencheng blew it gently, then took a sip of the tea. A unique taste went straight from his throat into his stomach, and his brain instantly became much clearer.

Then, Fan Wencheng blurted out: "Good tea!"

As a scholar, Fan Wencheng's favorite thing to do on weekdays is to drink tea. Sometimes he would sit there for an entire afternoon with a book and a cup of tea, which was very comfortable.

"In this situation, please teach me, sir!"

Seeing that Fan Wencheng was very satisfied, Huang Taiji straightened his clothes and bowed deeply, showing an appearance of respecting a wise man, which gave Fan Wencheng enough face.

Seeing this, Fan Wencheng put down the teacup in his hand with great fear and hurriedly helped his master Huang Taiji up, muttering to himself: "No, no."

After the "performance", Fan Wencheng twisted his long beard, thought for a moment, and said: "My Lord, now we can only fight to the death."

"Is this okay?"

Huang Taiji asked solemnly.

Huang Taiji understood what Fan Wencheng meant. Isn't it just about using human lives to pile up?

Human power is limited, and Shen Yuanliang's magic power is also limited. As long as the Later Jin continues to attack the city day and night, his magic power will be exhausted one day.

But if this happens, only a few of the 300,000 troops will be left, and the Later Jin will be severely weakened. What will they do when facing Xu Da, King of Zhongshan?
"Lord Beile, did you notice anything special during the day?"

"Before those monsters released their ultimate moves, the light between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed a lot, which means they need to devour the power of the sun. There is sun during the day, but what about at night?"

Thinking of what he observed in the evening, Fan Wencheng was confident, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said with full confidence.

"Sure?"

Upon suddenly hearing this rare good news, Huang Taiji's eyes lit up instantly, clapped his hands, and asked again.

Blinded by the Pea Shooters' amazing fighting power, Huang Taiji always thought they were invincible. Unexpectedly, they also had fatal flaws.

"it is true."

Fan Wencheng looked at Huang Taiji's expectant eyes and said affirmatively.

……

"Come on!"

"The prince said that the first person to reach the top will be promoted three levels, rewarded with three thousand taels of silver, and can even be promoted to the upper three banners."

It was just daybreak when a hint of white quietly appeared in the sky. The deafening sound of drums rang out on time, and the Eight Banners of Han and Goryeo soldiers wearing heavy armor swarmed towards Haizhou City.

Many people's cheeks were red from the cold, their lips were chapped, and even several toes were frozen off. Even so, they dared not complain at all. They could only secretly pray to the Jade Emperor and the Buddha, praying that they would have better luck and avoid the attacks of the Pea Shooter and the Ice Shooter and escape.

"boom!"

The ice archer standing under the city wall absorbed the cold air from the sky. Crystal clear "peas" were fired out like cannonballs, and ice spells bloomed instantly.

The Later Jin soldiers who came in like a tide were frozen in groups, their bodies stiffened and they gradually lost their breath.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

As the sun sets, the low and loud sound of bugles rang out. Only one in ten of the Han Eight Banners and Goryeo soldiers were left alive, and they fled the battlefield in a hurry, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

The tragic scene before our eyes started five days ago, from morning till night, when 300,000 soldiers took turns attacking the city, but now only 150,000 are left.

The camp was filled with gloom and cries of pain, especially from the Eight Banners of Han and Goryeo soldiers, who suffered heavy casualties, with more than half of them dead or wounded. If it hadn't been for the White-Armored Soldiers suppressing them, they would have mutinied long ago.

Everyone was in a daze, with dull eyes and full of despair. This was the fate of cannon fodder, and it was also God's punishment for their betrayal.

"Lord Beile, this cannot go on any longer."

"Many of my brothers have been killed or wounded. There are only 3,000 of my 8,000 men left, and everyone is injured. It's too tragic."

In front of the central army tent, the guerrilla general Shi Tingzhu, with a broken arm and a pale face, ignored his injuries, knelt on the ground, and spoke at the top of his lungs.

No matter how Shi Tingzhu shouted, no matter how helpless and sad his voice was, Huang Taiji in the tent remained silent, as if he didn't hear anything.

Gradually, the guerrilla general Shi Tingzhu, who had just been injured on the battlefield, could no longer hold on. With a "bang", he fell straight to the ground and fainted.

"Eighth Prince, General Shi has fainted."

Inside the tent, Dahai, commander-in-chief of the Zhenglan Banner, bowed and spoke solemnly.

To be honest, in the past, he would never speak for the Han people and would wish they all died. But now, perhaps because he could empathize with them, Dahai couldn't bear it.

In fact, these days, not only the Eight Banners of Han and Goryeo soldiers suffered heavy casualties, but his Zhenglan Banner also suffered 30% casualties. People were in panic and rumors were spreading in the camp.

"Come here, carry him down and treat General Shi properly with the best medicine."

Looking through the gap in the curtain at Shi Tingzhu who had fainted on the ground, Huang Taiji waved his hand and gave instructions expressionlessly.

After receiving the order, the white-armored soldiers guarding the side quickly lifted up Shi Tingzhu, who had lost too much blood, and rushed to the medical camp. Peace returned to the central military camp.

"Lord Beile, it's time."

Fan Wencheng, who was leisurely drinking tea, suddenly spoke.

"Yeah, it's not easy!"

Huang Taiji covered his swollen head, sighed deeply and said.

Five long days passed. From the initial two hundred pea shooters to twenty or thirty now, it was obvious that Shen Yuanliang's magic power had run out and their strategy had worked.

If time was not urgent, Huang Taiji would have continued to fight until Shen Yuanliang's magic power was exhausted.

But the price paid was too high. The military camp that was once crowded with people now seemed empty. The sounds of crying and wailing were endless, as if one was in hell.

The situation was urgent. Fifteen mass graves three miles to the east had been filled, and there were five newly dug mass graves left.

Now, it's finally over!

(End of this chapter)