For the next few days, the sound of heavy cannons sounded again every 30 minutes. Although it only fired ten shells a day, the damage caused by these shells to Daguang Mingshan monastery exceeded the total before the arrival of heavy cannons.


    On this day, two shells from heavy cannons hit the wall of the monastery and opened two big holes in it. When dozens of Swedish infantry saw that the wall had collapsed, they crossed the trench and rushed up.


    The road leading to the monastery gate is long and narrow, only enough for three people to walk side by side. The dozens of Swedish infantry had to rush up in a dense formation.


    The way up the mountain was sprinkled with water by Cherchen. On such a cold day, the water has frozen on the road, and the people who go up the mountain will fall if they are not careful.


    On the top of the city wall, mitzkevich and several mercenaries held bows and guns to stop the enemy who carefully went up the mountain.


    Mitzkevich shot ten arrows in one minute. Each arrow hit the enemy. One of the Swedish infantry had three arrows in his body. He fell to the ground when the fourth arrow hit his neck.


    With so many arrows in such a short time, mitzkevich''s arm was sore. He threw the composite bow to the ground and took a rope and gun from a mercenary. Mitskevich raised his hand with a feeling, and a Swedish infantry who had just crossed his companion''s body fell.


    Two Swedish infantry were killed in a row, and the repressive fire of the Swedish artillery at the foot of the mountain finally noticed here. A three pound artillery shell hit the crenel of the city wall and buried mitzkevich and several mercenaries standing behind the crenel in the ruins.


    "Mitzkevich!"


    Natalie, who shot behind two earth baskets, saw that mitzkevich''s position was hit by gunfire. She screamed, then threw down the rope and gun in her hand and ran towards the ruins.


    She scraped away the dust and dragged out two bodies from the ruins, but neither was mitzkevich. The man''s finger moved when she dragged it to the third one.


    "Miss, I''m fine," mitzkevich said weakly. His head and arms were covered with blood, and a big cut was made in his ear.


    "Don''t talk!" Natalie said anxiously. She dragged mitskovich out of the ruins, and then called two monks to send mitskovich down for treatment.


    "Gun, ready!"


    Just as Natalie was about to return to the crenel and continue shooting, she heard Father sparsokukotsky shouting a slogan under the wall. It turned out that the group of Swedish infantry had rushed to the gap.


    Father sparsokukotsky gathered more than 20 monks with long guns and blocked the gap. Both gaps are small. Ten long guns are blocked there. It is almost impossible for anyone to wear them.


    The dozens of Swedish infantry hold short and broad swords, which are suitable for street warfare and wall warfare, but they have no advantage in the face-to-face confrontation with long guns. The Swedish infantry who first rushed to the gap were at a loss after a burst of fire and guns. They had to stare at the airtight forest of guns.


    The Swedes stopped their attack, and the defenders on the wall would not stop. They re fused those unexploded flowering bombs and threw them down the city wall as grenades. After a few explosions, there were seven or eight more bodies at the gap. All the remaining Swedish infantry fled.


    In a gun position, Cherchen is sending off the retreating Swedish infantry with chain bullets. This kind of shell was originally used by the navy to break the mast of enemy ships. Now it is used by Chechen to fight infantry. After the chain bullet is launched, it will rotate around the center point and can sweep all the enemies.


    Chechen found that he was more and more capable of shooting. Just this morning, he overturned a gun set up by the Swedes on the artillery position and blew up a four-wheel carriage to pieces. Now, seven more Swedish infantry have died in their own hands.


    Alvid Wittenberg at the foot of the mountain saw that the hard opened gap was filled back by military stones and wood, and angrily kicked over a bucket of burning tar.


    "Why do they still have so much gunpowder for so many days?" said alvid Wittenberg angrily. Alvid was a little incredible. He felt that he was attacking not a monastery, but an arsenal.


    "Obviously, they have no shortage of saltpeter and sulfur. Charcoal, the wood burned by our incendiary bombs, is ready for them," said Anders Eriksson, standing next to alvid Wittenberg.


    "How many days do we have?"


    "It''s less than a month. It can''t be delayed any longer."


    Alvid wiedenberg walked down the podium with a dejected face.


    Alvid wiedenberg believes that the problem now is that although the heavy artillery transported to the foot of the mountain can open a gap in the wall of the monastery, the narrow and icy roads limit the number and speed of attacking infantry, making each attack an oil adding tactic. After each attack was retreated, the city guarding friars could quickly repair the gap, and they would pour water on the stones and wood to fill the gap. In the cold winter, water quickly condenses into ice, which is harder than iron.


    "We have to think of another way," said alvid Wittenberg.


    "I have another piece of bad news for you, sir. Last night, vreshzovic''s men ran more than 20, and escaped with weapons," said Anders Eriksson.


    "Damn it, why didn''t vreshzovic himself come and tell me himself."


    But before Anders Ericsson could answer, alvid Wittenberg heard music coming from the direction of the monastery.


    "Virgin Mary, Virgin Mary!


    Thank God and praise the virgin.


    Virgin Mary


    …………


    Pray to your son, God,


    Listen to our prayers,


    Give us glory, give us happiness,


    Let us revere the gods on earth,


    Enter heaven after death. "


    In such a roar of gunfire, there were still people playing and singing in Daguangming Mountain Monastery, which surprised alvid Wittenberg and Anders Eriksson. They looked up and saw nothing but the high walls.


    In the monastery, the abbot, father koldzki, holding the holy image high, patrolled around the main building of the monastery with the help of two vice deans. Behind them were a group of choir boys in white, who sang together with their angelic homophony. They are not afraid that there are shells that can fall from the sky at any time and sprinkle a fluffy holy water on everyone.


    Kordzki blessed the monks, the nobles, the mercenaries, the farmers and the walls of the monastery. He blessed every weapon that could defeat the enemy''s charge and defend the enemy''s attack.


    He went to a high platform and said calmly, "our virgin, our goddess of national protection - with your protection, we will be saved. Amen!"


    "Amen!"


    All echoed. The sound resounded inside and outside the monastery.


    "We have to think of another way," repeated alvid wiedenberg.


    At this time, his bodyguard, Coles tengsong, ran over.


    "General, a Polish nobleman asked to see you," Coles tengsong said.


    "Whoever it is, tell him I''m not free," said alvid wiedenberg.


    Seeing general alvid Wittenberg''s extreme impatience, Coles tengsong hesitated, but he still said, "the man said he had a way to persuade the monastery to surrender."