In the early morning, the shrill sea breeze whizzed by, blowing on people's faces, almost like cutting flesh with a knife.

To the west of Haicheng, in the vast wilderness, countless Han slaves were like ants, and had filled two large trenches under Haicheng one after another.

In the thin mist, you can vaguely see the colorful figures behind them.

They must be yelling, but the sea breeze is very strong at this time, so it is difficult to spread here.

"Master, at this speed, I'm afraid they can push it over in the Mishishima!"

In the middle of the earthen wall, on the simple but tall and sturdy city gate tower, Xu Xiu frowned tightly, his face was a little unnatural when he was cold.

It seems that at this time, the main force of the Qing army was of such a scale, and even a veteran general like Xu Xiu did not have much confidence in his heart.

Xu Changqing was wearing a deerskin hat, and a deerskin vest was covered with silver armor. She squinted her eyes and looked at the crowd like ants. Yingting's face did not fluctuate at all.

The three trenches and the second one are about to be filled. Even though the third trenches are within the range of the model army's catapult and there is a cold moat more than 30 meters wide under the city wall, the Qing army's advancement is almost irreversible!

This is also the greatest sorrow of the Ming army when facing the Qing army!

Even Xu Changqing's model army is still unavoidable at this time!

No ability to fight against the Qing army!

Once the Ming army loses the geographical advantage, the result is often an uncontrollable disaster...

Especially the Han slaves in front of him, even if they use their butts, they can still know that 99% of them must be the people from Shandong Zuohui who did not have time to evacuate.

Dorgon's son is so bad!

But Xu Changqing was not nervous or afraid at this time. For this moment, he had been preparing for a long time!

"In the morning, all the soldiers added half a pound of crispy fish, three taels of auxiliary soldiers, two taels of civilians. At noon, Yang Zhongliang was asked to kill twenty fat pigs and thirty cows. We must ensure that each child not only has hot soup to drink, but also meat to eat!"

"yes!"

As Xu Changqing gave the order, Xu Xiu's somewhat tense nerves suddenly became tense again, and the tension dissipated a lot, so he hurried to work.

"Fuck your mother, Nikan, hurry up! If you dare to be lazy, I will chop your bird head as a ball!"

"Ah! Don't beat me, don't beat me, I'm not lazy, I'm really not lazy..."

"Wuwuwu, uncle, my hands are unconscious, no more..."

"Oh, Erzi, you can be more aware of it. You have to do it if you don't realize it. If you don't do it, you will lose your head..."

"Dogs dare to be lazy!"

"Play!"

"ah"

At the end of Chen hour, the sky gradually became brighter, and the vanguard slaves of the Qing army pushed to the near the third trench without expectation.

Within two hundred steps, only 256 meters away, above the city of Haicheng, with the sound of the wind, you could already faintly hear the yelling and cursing of the Tartars behind the slaves.

The whip in their hands was merciless. If they were a little slow, the whip was greeting the slaves.

Soon, the pitiful cry of Han slaves came over.

"brute!"

"Beast! This, this Tartar is simply a beast! Master, they all seem to be the people of Zhanhua City."

Eunuch Li came to fight the battle at this time. This was the first time he had seen such a violent scene. He even forgot about fear and was filled with righteous indignation.

He lived in Zhanhua City for more than a year, so he didn't live too well. It was not an exaggeration to say that the Supreme Emperor was, so he also knew many people from Zhanhua City.

However, at this time, the people he was familiar with were really inferior to pigs and sheep, and were abused by the Qing army to reclaim the city.

However, Eunuch Li was born in the palace and had seen big scenes. His butt was not crooked yet, and he didn't yell at Xu Changqing to save people.

"Master, you're ready."

At this time, Zhang Dagong came to report in person, his face a little complicated.

Many generals around him were suddenly

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The film is quiet, and everyone's eyes are gathered on Xu Changqing.

Really... want to open fire on these poor people...

Xu Changqing had no expression on his face and waved his hand for a moment: "Stay on standby! Wait for the order at any time!"

"yes!"

Zhang Dagong was relieved when he heard this order and ran away quickly.

At this time, there were more than 200 catapults at the west end of Haicheng. Once Xu Changqing ordered the fire, even Zhang Dagong could not imagine what kind of scene he would face.

"Hu, Hu."

Xu Changqing was also constantly adjusting his breathing rhythm and adjusting his state through this.

The most vicious thing is the human heart!

In the past few decades, why did the Ming army fail again and again in the face of the Qing army, and countless civil servants who committed suicide and died for their country?

Because in many cases, they really have no choice!

The Qing army was not only cruel, but also stable and accurate!

Just ask, even in this state, it is difficult for Xu Changqing to directly order the powerful firepower to open fire on these poor ordinary people, let alone those ordinary civil officials?

Due to the Ming system and the weakness of the Han people, facing this state, you will die if you open fire, and you will die if you don’t open fire!

Many scholars and officials who have been influenced by Confucian culture ultimately chose to commit suicide and die for their country!

End your life in this seemingly ‘decent’ way.

In this way, at least in their office, they did not lose human nature and attack these poor people.

However, what they all deliberately ignore is-

Even though these poor people survived this time because of their decision, more people in the city were doomed, and they cycled again and again, and even became "two-legged sheep"...

Not to mention this time, even in the later generations of the Mi army, many people would inevitably suffer from "war syndrome" after the war.

This is a kind of psychological trauma that cannot be truly solved even if such advanced technology in later generations is so advanced!

Because no matter how you do it, you are wrong!

If you kill civilians, you will not be able to get over it.

But if you don't kill civilians, those terrible enemies will be among the civilians, and when they get close, you will be killed. Many women are terrible suicide bombs.

At this time, Xu Changqing did not immediately give an order on the top of Haicheng City, which made many people feel a little relieved, but soon, he was shrouded in a huge cloud that was even more terrifying!

Because, they soon saw that the third trench was filled with bags of sand and soil in the hands of these Han slaves...

It's like an invisible giant hand!

One by one, they pinched everyone's neck on the city wall. Although it was invisible, colorless, tasteless, it made everyone breathless.

Before in Liaodong and Central Plains, Xu Changqing decisively ordered the killing of these cannon fodder and slaves. The soldiers were indeed difficult to execute, but it was not insurmountable.

However, at this time, the slaves in front of us were the people of Zhanhua City, and even some people around us. Many of them knew each other. How could they do this?

"Ha, brother, has Xu Changqing changed his temperament? The progress is so smooth."

During the Qing army's battle formation, the Han slaves had already built a small slope. Under the banners, a group of Manchu and Mongolian nobles rode on high-headed horses, surrounding the Dorgon brothers in the center like stars holding the moon.

Duoduo was in a very good mood at this time. While talking to Dorgon, he was savoringly examining the quiet Haicheng.

Dorgon's face also showed a smile.

Xu Changqing is indeed a hero, but he is an individual, not a god!

Faced with his careful planning, Xu Changqing still couldn't do this!

If the situation continues to develop like this, the situation is likely to be even better than expected!

However, Dorgon certainly could not have taken it lightly because of this. He turned his head to look at Fan Wencheng not far away and said, "Mr. Fan,

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What are your opinions?”

"Forehead……"

Fan Wencheng swallowed with difficulty, and the cold sweat on his forehead suddenly oozed out under his fur hat.

After Huang Taiji's death, although Dorgon still used him and promoted him to another position, facing Dorgon, who was rather gloomy and cunning, Fan Wencheng obviously could not have been as relaxed and comfortable as he had dealt with Huang Taiji back then.

Fortunately, Fan Wencheng was prepared for this and said respectfully: "Return to the Regent, Xu Changqing is really a cunning hero! Although his model army of Lao Shi did not have artillery, its firepower was quite powerful. In terms of slavery, these Han slaves probably could not stop his determination. At least they also wanted the talents from his hometown to do it. We must not be careful of Xu Changqing's tricks..."

Duoduo also came back to his senses, "Brother, how is this dog slave Shungutu now? Have you set off?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Dorgon's mouth: "No hurry!"

As he said that, he looked forward, "This third trench is about to be filled. Next, we can rush to the top of the city! Everyone, who would like to take this city for me to take over this sea city for me?"

The Manchu and Mongolian nobles who were already quite excited suddenly became quiet.
To be continued...