The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 243 Is this a bit too hurtful to him?
A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Ruan Wenhui's forehead, although he didn't expect that he would become the target.

But they still understood that if they didn't break out quickly, once these red-clad soldiers had completed their formation, dug trenches, and set up barricades, they would be trapped in the city.

Therefore, Nguyen Van Hue, who was forced to retreat to Anren City, immediately realized that he had a golden opportunity to rush out of the city, which was at most two quarters of an hour.

"Raise my banner for Ruan Mingmin to see, and he will definitely come back."

In history, Nguyen Minh Min was granted the status of a royal family member of the Tây Sơn Dynasty by Nguyen Hue, and was renamed Nguyen Van Xue using the characters of his Nguyen brothers.

This man was one of the Seven Tiger Generals of the Tây Sơn Dynasty. He was brave in battle and had a very good relationship with Nguyen Van Hue at that time. Therefore, Nguyen Van Hue dared to conclude that Nguyen Minh Min would definitely rush back after seeing the big flag.

"Vu Van Nhan, go gather the soldiers and tell them that I, Nguyen Van Hue, am with them at the forefront, defeating those red-clad soldiers."

Wu Wenren looked at the flag flying high and clasped his hands together, "General, let me wear your armor."

Nguyen Van Hue hesitated for a moment, and Pei Dexuan waved his hand and immediately asked Nguyen Van Hue's personal guards to bring his armor to Wu Wenren for him to wear.

Sure enough, after running half a mile, Nguyen Minh Minh took control of the team, and then saw Nguyen Van Hue's flag. He shouted to the soldiers with a red face:
"Since we've followed the three generals, we've been invincible and have never abandoned our comrades. Especially since our commander is surrounded. Everyone, gather together and let's go rescue the three generals."

Some soldiers also shouted: "If we flee after losing our commander, we will be subject to military law. It's just a sword attack anyway. We might as well fight to our heart's content."

Wang Wubing raised the telescope and looked for a while. The enemy was indeed elite. After being driven away, they dared to return to rescue people. Their formation was quite tight.

"Open the southeastern opening and block the returning enemy forces with all your might. Send signal flares and have the cavalry of the Longxiang Battalion prepare to intercept."

Because the time for infiltration was too tight, the Yuan Cong Guards did not carry heavy weapons, nor did they bring volunteers and civilian laborers, so the entire team had light firepower and only more than 900 people.

As soon as the Yuan Congtuan's line moved, Nguyen Van Hue saw the gap in the southeast from the top of the city wall.

The question of whether it was a trap popped up in his mind for a second, but was then ignored.

The situation is urgent now and we must rush out immediately. We can't care about whether it is a trap or not.

Pei Dexuan looked behind Nguyen Van Hue, then he quietly wiped the cold sweat from his head.

There was indeed a gap in the southeast, but to rush to that gap from the city gate, there were densely packed musketeers all around.

If you walk through this passage, you will be skinned alive even if you don't die.

Pei Dexuan is a Confucian scholar. Although he is not the kind of lazy and ignorant scholar on the mainland, he is not a natural warrior like Nguyen Van Hue.

Ruan Wenhui and the others might be able to rush through, but there was a high probability that he, Pei Dexuan, would not be able to.

At this moment, the Bianhe Regiment in the south of the city finished firing their artillery and began to enter the city.

Pei Dexuan gritted his teeth and said to Nguyen Van Hue, "General San, hurry up. I'll go to the south of the city to organize resistance. I'll try to hold off for as long as possible."

A painful expression appeared on Nguyen Van Hue's face. The young man had been going smoothly since he started the uprising, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a loss as soon as he started to intensify his efforts.

Pei Dexuan was the civil official he valued most, and also a descendant of a prominent family in Guiren.

Nguyen Van Hue also wanted to marry Pham Thi Lien, the half-sister of Bui De Xuan, when he had free time, in order to gain the support of the first and second largest surnames in Qui Nhon.

As a result, Pei Dexuan was about to die in Anren City without knowing why.

However, time did not allow him to hesitate. Wu Wenren and others immediately surrounded Ruan Wenhui and walked down the city wall. Pei Dexuan also took the opportunity to take a few Pei family members and ran to the south of the city without looking back.

Amid the rapid beats of drums, Ruan Mingmin led more than 900 Tây Sơn soldiers forward, divided into three formations.

There were only a hundred people on each wing.

The six or seven hundred people in the middle were the main force, the one hundred people in the front row were holding flintlock rifles, and the two hundred people in the back were holding swords and rattan shields, forming two small square formations with more than three hundred people in each formation, and the front and back were about twenty meters apart.

The drum beats of both sides were basically the same, and their tactics were similar. The only difference was that the Xishan Army's musketeers were flanked and backed by hand-to-hand combatants, while the Yuan Cong Regiment had a large number of grenadiers hidden within it.

When they were eighty meters away, the drumbeats suddenly stopped and a series of extremely loud and long trumpets, similar to the cry of a swan, were heard. The Xishan army shouted and stopped collectively.

Then, dense musketry fired, lead bullets shot out, and soldiers from the Yuan Cong Regiment began to fall to the ground sparsely.

After firing their muskets, the front-row Xishan soldiers shouted, threw their muskets to the ground, drew their swords and began to charge.

They did not have bayonets, so they could only be equipped with waist knives as melee weapons.

Now, it was the Yuan Cong Regiment's turn to open fire, and it was also a long swan horn. Both sides learned from Ji Xiao Xinshu, so the drum and trumpet sounds were basically the same.

The same overwhelming volley of fire caused more than ten soldiers of the frantically running Xishan Army to fall. However, they did not collapse. Instead, they immediately dispersed to both wings, attempting to rush over from the side for hand-to-hand combat.

The Yuan Cong regiment's trumpet suddenly sounded, and the fifth row of infantrymen holding flintlock rifles immediately dispersed and reinforced the two wings, and the team suddenly became longer in width.
Sixty meters later, the swan horn sounded again, accompanied by rapid drum beats. The entire army shouted and stopped.

The first three rows of infantry from the Yuan army regiment stood in three sections and fired one after another, the sound shaking the roof tiles.

Although the Xishan Army also stopped and opened fire, their organization was completely incomparable to that of the Yuan Congtuan.

The Yuan Cong Regiment fired three rounds in a row, and the Xishan Army only fired one round of volleys before they could no longer keep up with the intensity of their shooting.

Seeing the soldiers falling to the ground, Ruan Mingmin howled and drew the long sword from his waist: "Charge forward and fight them hand-to-hand!"

The Xishan Army, which had suffered heavy casualties from volleys of gunfire, responded to the news as if it were an amnesty, and began to charge with shouts.

"You don't know how to live or die!" Wang Wubing cursed, "Wang Wuchu, let the grenadiers attack."

Amidst the black smoke, Wang Wuchu led the First Guards Grenadier Company forward. Countless bombs flew over the heads of the line infantry and smashed towards the Xishan Army that was rushing towards them.

"Boom!" Orange-red flames sounded everywhere. A Xishan soldier held up a rattan shield and breathed heavily with his mouth wide open. He looked at the flickering flames in the black smoke in the distance without any fear.

Because according to his previous combat experience, as long as he rushed forward, the opponent would collapse.

But at that moment, a loud explosion erupted two or three meters in front of him, the shockwaves of the flames visible to the naked eye. With a crisp "puff," the soldier's raised rattan shield instantly became a sieve, sending countless tiny iron filings and porcelain shards through the shield and splashing onto the soldier's face.

He screamed, dropped his shield and sword, covered his face with his hands, and rolled on the ground howling.

The guy behind him was even more unlucky. While he was running, he was hit on the head. While feeling dizzy, he grabbed something that rolled down from his head.

When I looked closely, I realized that my soul had disappeared.

This is not a stone, but a black bomb.

The terrified Xishan soldier deeply regretted his previous action. If he didn't take it, the bomb would fall in front of him, and at most, he would have blown off a piece of flesh from his thigh. But if he took it now, he would be dead.

With a loud bang, the soldier's hands exploded into a cloud of blood. He rolled twice on the ground and then died.

Just as the explosions stopped, the sound of musket fire rang out again. The soldiers of the Yuan Cong Regiment were already able to fire two or three rounds at a time on the highly tense battlefield.

Without a force advantage of more than three times, it would be impossible to break through their firepower network consisting of bombs and lead bullets.

These Tây Sơn soldiers were elite troops personally selected by Nguyen Van Hue, but that was only relative to the Tây Sơn Army. They were not ready to die, and even the word "bravely moving forward" had to be put in quotation marks.

So under the firepower of the Yuan Cong Regiment, the first 300 people quickly retreated.

Ruan Mingmin was shocked. He didn't expect that the front row of more than 300 people would be unable to hold on so quickly.

Just when he hadn't decided whether to send out the 300 reserve troops, he heard a conch horn sounded from the opposite side.

The soldiers of the Yuan Cong Regiment shouted in unison: "Tiger!"

Wang Wubing held the golden Flying Tiger flag and waved it forward fiercely, "Guards, charge!"

"Tiger!" The guards of Yuan Congtuan shouted again, and the horizontal column suddenly spread out. The five hundred people suddenly covered the sky and the sun. They held flintlock rifles and increased their speed to the fastest.

"Fifteen feet!" Ruan Mingmin shouted loudly.

He knew that the charge of such elite soldiers on the opposite side would be very difficult to deal with unless you could deliver a decisive blow to them from a distance of fifteen zhang, or about fifty meters.

The lower-ranking officers of the Xishan Army also began to howl, and every soldier heard the order to fire after fifteen meters.

However, when they saw the Xing Tang army coming towards them like a fiery red ocean in the sunshine, many of them could hardly hold back their urine, let alone control their fingers to fire another volley at a distance of 15 feet.

The thumping sound of footsteps was as if made by gods stepping on the ground. Feeling the extreme fear, a young Xishan Army soldier felt a heat in his crotch and pulled the trigger while crying.

Bang, a light gunshot was heard, and a small puff of black smoke was emitted.

Then things got out of control, crackling sounds were heard one after another. Not only was there no 15-meter volley, but even a volley was not possible.

Ruan Mingmin closed his eyes sadly, then pulled the reins and the horse blew out a puff of white mist. He and his close confidants left the battlefield first.

But the battle did not end immediately. The soldiers did not notice that their commander had fled. After pulling the trigger, they habitually followed their usual fighting style and began to charge, howling.

Then, they actually felt a real volley of fire at a distance of fifteen feet.

As the swan trumpet sounded, the front row of the Yuan Cong Regiment's guards pulled the trigger. The lead bullets, with their blasts, instantly calmed the charging Xishan Army, and countless people fell down.

When they saw the red figure emerge through the black smoke, almost no one resisted and everyone ran away.

Just when Wang Wubing defeated Nguyen Minh Minh, Nguyen Van Hue also gathered 400 people and began to break out of the city.

Nguyen Van Hue first used 300 people to attack the 200 Yuan regiment guards who were defending them from leaving the city, hoping to open a gap with the advantage in numbers.

But the Yuan Congtuan's guards were as steady as old dogs and as solid as rocks.

Nguyen Hue sent out two waves of 300 men to charge, but 67 of them were killed directly. So he could only retreat through the gap under the hail of bullets, while being escorted by guards.

The guards of the Yuan Congtuan, led by Chen Guangzu, pursued relentlessly and killed the lagging Xishan Army soldiers one after another.

By the time Nguyen Van Hue passed through the gap, only less than two hundred of his four hundred personal guards were left, and the casualties were so heavy that Nguyen Van Hue's eyes were red.

But his nightmare had just begun. He barely escaped Chen Guangzu's pursuit and ran to a stream without even having time to catch his breath.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and one hundred and fifty hussars from the Longchamp Guards Cavalry Battalion arrived.

Among these hussars there were eighty French veterans, and the rest were Chinese with good horsemanship whom Mo Zibu had painstakingly recruited.

They appeared so suddenly that Nguyen Hue and others had no time to form a battle line, and their sporadic shooting did not cause much damage to the Hussars.

Pierre Ney rushed to a distance of more than 40 meters with a saber in one hand and a pistol in the other. He first used the pistol to scare the Xishan army into retreating in embarrassment, and then slashed them fiercely at close range.

When Wu Wenren saw that the Xing Tang army still had cavalry, he knew that his few hundred men would not be able to escape no matter what.

"Take the three generals away!" He pushed Nguyen Van Hue to the riverside and whispered orders to several guards.

After doing all this, he deliberately shouted loudly under the big flag. The surrounding Tây Sơn soldiers thought that Nguyen Van Hue was still there, and they also fought to the death around the big flag.

There were people coming and going on the battlefield, and gunshots were heard. Pierre Ney naturally used flags to determine his target, so he didn't notice that the real target had slipped away.

In the south of the city, the resistance that Nguyen Van Hue had expected did not happen at all. When Pei Dexuan saw the Xing Tang army entering the city, he immediately asked several Pei family members to raise their hands and shout loudly.

"I am the brother of Pei Changwu, the personal guard of the general!"

"I am the brother of Pei Changwu, the personal guard of the general!"

(End of this chapter)