Tang forces' cooking smoke rose everywhere.
All sorts of prey, roasted, stewed, boiled.
The weather turned warm, a southerly breeze carried the aroma to the walls of Shenyang City.
Causing a stir.
The soldiers' mouths watered with greediness.
They looked at the dry biscuits in their hands, this was clearly not food for humans!
Look at what the people outside were eating?
A whiff of stewed chicken and mushrooms!
Damn it! I'm not eating this anymore!
A Goguryeo soldier directly threw his biscuit away.
They came with cannons, we couldn't fight them, nor could we defend, and we didn't even know what we were doing on these city walls.
What's the point of saying all this! They are Tang troops, could we surrender?
I heard that the Great Tang was also short of grain, and many people died last year due to drought. Even if we surrendered, would we get a mouthful of food?
I want to go home, and then, hide in the mountains, and no one will care.
The soldier who threw the biscuit acted like a fuse.
The other Goguryeo soldiers also began to discuss amongst themselves.
On the side of the Skyfire Army, Fang Er wiped his mouth and looked at Zhu Zi, Ma Chao, and Liu Meng.
You three, take turns firing the cannons.
Just don't let the defenders in Shenyang City fall asleep.
Make the noise louder, try to make the city's residents afraid!
The three began to go down and arrange their men.
Boom, boom, boom, the sound of mortars, every now and then, a few shells were fired.
These soldiers of the Skyfire Army were very aware of adjusting their firing angles.
Such good targets!
We can't waste them.
We didn't even get to fire outside Liaodong City!
All night long, Zhang Ning and Yu Changming didn't get any sleep.
Damn it, as soon as they lay down, the Tang army would fire a few shells.
When they got up, the bastards would stop!
They were so annoyed.
Shenyang City was only a little over five hundred li from Dandong Commandery.
Shi Lao San, leading his subordinates, kept changing horses but not men.
Finally, at dawn the next day, they arrived at Dandong Commandery City.
Great General, the Tang army has reached Shenyang City, and General Zhang asked me to request reinforcements from you.
Shi Lao San knelt before Yeon Gaesomun, his voice choked with a hint of sobbing.
The fatigue from the journey could not suppress his worry for Zhang Ning.
He had been by Zhang Ning's side since he was eight years old.
His relationship with Zhang Ning was like that of father and son!
How many troops did the Tang army have? How many cannons did they bring?
Yeon Gaesomun asked.
He was not surprised by the Tang army's attack at all.
Reporting to the Great General, the Tang army only had three thousand troops, and outside Liaodong City, they deployed twenty cannons.
But those cannons were different from what we had seen before, they were very small, a person could carry one.
Moreover, the shells they fired would explode like gunpowder!
They could shoot four hundred paces!
Zhang Ning did not dare to hide anything.
Yeon Gaesomun was shocked by his words.
Cannons that a person could carry!
Four hundred paces! And they could explode!
This once again exceeded his understanding.
But Shenyang City absolutely could not be abandoned!
That was the source of all Goguryeo's iron ore!
If Shenyang City was lost, the fate of Goguryeo would be imaginable!
Guards! Summon the generals!
Yeon Gaesomun stood up and said to the guards outside the door.
Outside Shenyang City.
After a night of constant harassment.
The eyes of Shenyang's defenders were as red as rabbits!
The defenders looked at Yu Changming.
We really hope he will order us to surrender!
Why were the Tang army's shells seemingly endless!
They hadn't stopped all night!
Fang Er, however, was dumbfounded!
These wasteful bastards!
They fired five to six hundred shells in one night!
Although the south wall of Shenyang City was battered and tattered.
He still felt a sense of loss.
Zhu Zi, Ma Chao, and Liu Meng looked at each other.
They all felt a bit guilty.
There was no other way, they got too carried away with firing cannons at night.
They forgot about the shells.
Fortunately, each battalion only had two mortars.
Otherwise, who knows how many they would have fired.
Young Master, please don't feel bad about these shells, I've discovered some good prospects.
Zhu Zi said to Fang Er as if presenting a treasure.
Tell me about the situation.
After hearing Zhu Zi's words, Fang Er suppressed his heartache.
Young Master, last night, I discovered a total of five individuals with great talent for firing cannons.
After Zhu Zi finished speaking, he picked out five people from the ranks.
Young Master, this is Yang Zhihua, he destroyed the Shenyang city tower with three shots!
Zhu Zi said, pointing at the dilapidated city gate tower above Shenyang's south gate.
And this one, Yu Dabiao, he only used two shots to make a hole in the Shenyang city gate.
This is Li Dalong, with three shots, he knocked down the flagpole on the Shenyang city wall!
This is Han Kang, also with two shots, he made another hole in the city gate.
Finally, this is Tie Lao Ba, he also hit the city tower with one shot.
Are they all from the First Battalion?
Fang Er could hardly believe it.
Without trigonometry, parabolas, or support from various theoretical data.
Just by feeling, finding one good artilleryman would be considered lucky.
But five of them suddenly appeared!
The Independent Regiment wasn't this productive, was it?
No, no, Yang Zhihua and Yu Dabiao are from my First Battalion, Tie Lao Ba is from the Second Battalion, and Han Kang and Li Dalong are from the Third Battalion.
Zhu Zi explained from the side.
Give each of them a cannon and five shells, and let me see their skills.
Fang Er said.
Zhu Zi quickly called these five people together.
According to Fang Er's instructions, they were equipped with mortars and shells.