The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 346 King Mo’s Favor Is Not Over Yet

December 1775, 12, the 12th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, and the th day of the intercalary October.

I, King Mo, have finally completed the household registration of the people in Beihe. This time, over a period of seven months, Mo Zibu has granted 8.3 million mu of land (including the original land of the people), registered 530,000 households, and gained more than 2.9 million people.

Among them, there were 12,000 households that received 200 mu of land. Their main role was to assist local officials in distributing land and property, urge the people to learn Chinese and Vietnamese pronunciation, constantly shape the Han identity, and organize the villagers to participate in searching and catching thieves.
At the same time, Muramasa also gained control of oxen and large agricultural tools, and basically controlled rural public opinion.

If the time comes to transport troops or even serve as cannon fodder, these village heads are only fifty households and can barely play a role in mobilizing the people.

With these village chiefs, plus the village elders who were born as scholars from humble families, the county magistrates and prefects who were born as Jinshi from humble families, and the basically subdued high-ranking prefects and higher officials, Mo Zibu basically controlled the entire Beihe River.

But at the same time, about 300,000 to 400,000 people from Beihe fled to Caoping and Lang Son, and the minority states in Laoshan area near Yunnan, which were originally under control, were basically out of control.

At the end of October, news of the Qing Dynasty had not reached Southeast Asia, but the news of the death of Governor Petrus of the Dutch East India Company had arrived first.

Mozibu immediately sent Brigadier General Manuel Bonn of the Navy and Colonel Louis Coulon of the Army as special envoys to Batavia.

He said he was going to pay his respects to Governor Petrus, but in fact he was going to Batavia to find out the truth.

Let these two senior generals of the navy and army experience firsthand the combat effectiveness of the Dutch East India Company's navy and army, and see who will be the new governor.

Historically, of course, Jeremias was the successor, but at that time Governor Petrus had just passed away, and given the low administrative efficiency of the Dutch East India Company, it was not possible to decide on the candidate so quickly.

Mo Zibu felt much more relieved. Petrus died at the perfect time. With his death, the Dutch East India Company lost a person who could control the overall situation. Mo Zibu's slight worry that they might be bribed by the Qing Dynasty no longer existed.

Mo Zibu is considering whether to bring his father, mother and uncle Chen Dasheng to Beihe to celebrate the New Year.

Because Anguang Prefecture in Beihe directly borders Lianzhou (Qinzhou and Hepu), my maternal grandfather Chen Shangchuan once stationed troops in Bailongwei, Qinzhou, which borders Anguang Prefecture.

Although I can’t go back to my hometown now, going to Anguanfu and looking at the White Dragon Tail can also comfort my homesickness.

However, before Mo Zibu could write to Zheng Shishi, Mo Zhengcun, who had followed Mo Zirong to Europe, came back. He was holding the Triple Entente of Chambord, and his face was extremely excited.

"Great, great!" But Mo Zibu didn't expect that someone was happier than him. Reinstein jumped three feet high and shouted loudly:

"The Grand Duke of Transylvania, Franz Rákócz, is one of the most skilled cavalry generals in Europe. If it weren't for his opposition to the Habsburgs, his reputation would be even higher.

The Hungarians were one of the most formidable cavalry in Europe, and the bravery of their hussars was no less than that of the Polish Hussars and the Tsar's Cossacks."

Chen Lian, Ye Xianchun and others now knew something about the situation in Europe and were very happy to hear it.

Chen Lian smiled and said to Mo Zibu, "According to the schedule, they will arrive in the East next year. Even if they have to adapt to the climate and cannot participate in the Battle of Beihe, when we return to Guangzhou, it will be enough to give the Eight Banners soldiers a big surprise."

"Yes, a full regiment of cavalry. By then, the Longxiang Cavalry Battalion can be upgraded to a cavalry regiment. With the cover of the cavalry regiment, the infantry and artillery will be safer." Ye Xianchun also said.

Major General Fragossels suddenly felt a little pressured because the naval commander who came with the three fifth-level sailing ships was the French Navy Vice Admiral, Count Louis Gillouet de Olivier.

Count Olivier not only had a higher military rank and status than him, but was also the special envoy of King Louis XVI.

Although such a person is unlikely to stay in the East for a long time, as long as he is there, Major General Fragosse's status will be lowered.

Major General Fragosse, feeling a sense of urgency, no longer dared to consider France more than the Xing Tang Kingdom as he had done before. He swallowed his saliva.

"Your Majesty, we can't enter Guangzhou Bay, but there aren't many artillery batteries on Nan'ao Island and Quanzhou Harbor. How about we first raid the Fujian and Guangdong navies of the Qing Dynasty before the decisive battle on land? And destroy their ability to go upstream through the Red River estuary."

"Let's hold a military meeting!" Mo Zibu stood up and said, then smiled faintly. In fact, I, King Mo, wanted to chuckle, but after thinking it was not a good idea, I forced myself to hold it back.

"My brother was baptized eight months ago at St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna and is now a devout Catholic.

At the same time, he had married Maria Elisabeth, Archduchess of Parma, of the Habsburg family. It was an enviable match made in heaven."

The Habsburg family was very sincere. Although Queen Theresa was somewhat dissatisfied with Mo Zirong's status, in order to complete the marriage, Queen Theresa ignored all objections and gave her title of Archduchess of Parma to her daughter Maria Elizabeth.

But now, the pressure is on Mo Zibu. Damn, none of these famous European monarchs are easy to deal with.

Because Mo Zirong was not European, he only had the title of Prince of White Horse, which was not very valuable. In Europe's eyes, he was not worthy of a powerful female grand duchess.

Then it is very likely that Mo Zirong's title in Europe will change from a duke to a duke with little practical significance, making it seem as if Mo Zirong is marrying into the family.

This was extremely detrimental to the image of the Xingtang Kingdom in Europe. Mo Zibu felt a little uneasy when he thought about how he wanted to laugh at his third brother Mo Zirong, who had wanted to go to Europe to pick up girls for many years, but ended up being forced to marry a thirty-something female grand duchess.

"Your Majesty, this is wonderful and totally worth celebrating." Reinstein and Fragosse were both very happy.

In the eyes of these French people, the White Horse Prince of Xing Tang was able to marry a princess of the Habsburg family and obtain the Duchy of Parma, which was definitely the highest level of marriage.

Even the face of this European who worked for the Xing Tang Kingdom was lit up.

"Prepare for war, Fragosse. Take over the Kingdom of Pahang and use Pahang as the Odestan Company's foothold in the East."

Damn it, that stinky woman Maria Theresa is just robbing people in broad daylight. If Mo Zibu doesn't respond, it will lower his own value and that of the Xingtang Kingdom.

Therefore, the only way to elevate Mo Zirong's status was to conquer Pahang and enthrone Mo Zirong as the Grand Duke of Pahang, so that his status would be equal to that of Archduchess Maria Elizabeth of Parma.

Furthermore, Pahang needed to be a base for the Ostend Company, or the Austrian East India Company, otherwise others would think that Mok Tzu-yong's title of Grand Duke of Pahang was fake. Well, Pahang was too close to the Strait of Malacca and Johor. So after dealing with the Dutch East India Company, they would have to find a way to transfer Mok Tzu-yong's title from Grand Duke of Pahang to Duke of Batavia or Duke of Jakarta.

It was really troublesome, and Mo Zibu felt a little uncomfortable.

The agreement was just reached, and Maria Theresa only paid 15 million livres and 800 Hungarian cavalry to take away half of the use rights of Pahang.

Uh. Hmm! It seems like quite a lot, especially these 800 Hungarian cavalry, which is exactly what Mo Zibu needs.

No loss, absolutely no loss!
Mo Zibu suddenly thought that North America was still in chaos. In history, it seemed that an Austro-Hungarian prince was sent to Mexico to be king, but he was unsuccessful.

Okay, Clam Burger, Clam Burger, you want to take advantage of me. In the future, I will use the identity of Mo Zirong, the son-in-law of the Clam Burger family, to go to North America to fleece the declining Spanish Kingdom, and even set my sights on Louisiana in France.

After figuring this out, Mo Zibu happily convened a military meeting.

In fact, there is nothing much to discuss. The current situation is nothing more than where the battle is fought.

"Generals, the Internal Affairs Office has formulated a plan. That is, taking advantage of the fact that the Qing army cannot immediately launch large-scale operations after the battles in Jinchuan have just ended, we will send troops to wipe out Le Dui of Cao Bang, Le Dui Kin of Lang Son, and Nguyen Van Hue who controls him.

The registration of the people in Beihe has now been completed. We have sufficient manpower, food, and supplies to support this operation. After we hold Lang Son, we can prevent the Qing from entering the Red River Plain."

The original chief of staff, Count Moritz Kruger, accompanied Mo Zirong on his diplomatic mission to Europe, so Mo Zibu now promoted a group of young officers and let them take turns serving as chief of staff for training.

This time it was Wu Xing's turn, so he and a group of staff members formulated such a battle plan.

"inappropriate!"

"We can't attack Lang Son!"

“That’s totally unnecessary!”

But as soon as Wu Xing finished speaking, Chen Guangyao, Chen Lian and Reinstein expressed their opposition in unison.

The eighteen-year-old Wu Xing was choked and his face turned red. If these three people were not all meritorious veterans, he would have to refute them immediately.

"We have just completed the household registration process, and the people have not actually benefited from it yet, and the favor is not yet stable.

At the same time, the most important thing at this stage is to familiarize a large number of people with Chinese and Vietnamese pronunciations, so it is not appropriate to mobilize them immediately." Chen Guangyao said to Wu Xing with a smile.

“Although Lang Son has natural defenses, since ancient times, when Annan and the Northern Dynasties fought, no one could defend Lang Son.

Moreover, the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty have always been elite troops, and the fish-skinned Tartars outside the Great Wall are even more fierce and are particularly good at fighting with a small number of elite troops in the mountains.

"On the other hand, our army is fully equipped with infantry, cavalry, and artillery, as well as grenadiers, chasseurs, and so on. Our muskets and artillery are far superior to those of the Qing. We should be deploying our forces on the plains and engaging in a decisive battle with the Qing. How can we exploit our weaknesses to defeat their strengths?" Chen Lian explained the differences between the two armies to Wu Xing.

Reinstein narcissistically smoothed his golden hair, which was almost as golden as a golden retriever, took the baton from Wu Xing's hand, and drew a line on the Furano River on the map, which passed through the northwest of Tokyo.

"Your Majesty, based on my research on the Manchu Qing, they are actually a slave-owning regime. It is a miracle that they can maintain a small but elite army to suppress the Han people on the mainland. They are even more afraid of the people below rising up against them than the Ottoman Turks.

Therefore, the Qing Dynasty absolutely did not dare to mobilize the Han people on a large scale. Once too many were mobilized and the strength exceeded that of the Eight Banners Army, the Qing emperor would immediately be retaliated by the Han army.

In fact, the current battle is that the king is using hundreds of thousands of Nanyang Han people to fight against more than one million bannermen. Therefore, the longer it takes, the better the effect of our household registration will be, and the higher the chance of winning the battle will be.

Moreover, for our army, the goal should not be to occupy a city or a place, but to kill as many Qing troops as possible, especially the bannermen and generals.

To achieve this goal, I suggest that Your Majesty should not care about the gains and losses of a city or a place.

Because there were only over one million Bannermen, 500,000 of them were males and 300,000 were adult males. The number of those who could go to the battlefield would not exceed 100,000 at most, or even only 50,000 or 60,000.

With such a scale, every Bannerman who died in battle would be unable to recover in a short period of time. As long as they win two or three battles involving tens of thousands of people, they will be dead."

"Hahahaha! Ryan, you are really a worm in my stomach!" Mo Zibu was overjoyed and snatched the baton from Ryanstein again.

"I know how to fight this battle. Not only will we not attack Lang Son, we will even abandon Tokyo and retreat in large strides to attract the Qing army to Tokyo, and then Fragossels."

Mo Zibu looked at Major General Fragosse and said, "After the Qing army gathers around Tokyo City, the navy will immediately go upstream from the Bach Dang River (the mouth of the Red River) to block the entire Fuliang River and Bach Dang River, cutting off the Qing army's retreat.

Then we launched an attack with our entire army and deployed our troops south of Tokyo, forcing the Qing Dynasty to come out and engage in a decisive line infantry battle with us.

I'm going to fight and I'm going to kill half of the Qing army. At least one of Ah Gui, Hai Lan Cha, and Fu Kang An must stay in Beihe!"

After Mo Zibu finished speaking, all the officers, even Wu Xing, whose face was flushed just now, lit up their eyes.

"Yes, that's how we should fight!" Reinstein was as excited as a golden baboon.

"My lord, you are the most capable and adept Caesar. You are the emperor among generals and the general among emperors."

Mo Zibu couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. Damn, Ryan, you can't make a metaphor, the emperor among generals, making me look like the governor of Wei Bo.

(End of this chapter)