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Chapter 364: Muscle Injury and Amputation Below the Pelvis

January 1777, 1. The 30nd day of the th lunar month, the st year of the Qianlong Emperor's reign in the Qing Dynasty. Lang Son City.

Nguyen Van Hue escaped back with great difficulty. When he saw the Yellow Dragon Flag of the Qing Dynasty still flying on the top of the city wall, he immediately felt relieved.

It was not easy for him to escape back with nearly 20,000 people. The Xingtang Army did not chase him much, but he ran into Cishan County and was beaten up by Ye Xianchun who was guarding there.

Afterwards, they fled in panic and were beaten again by the people from Lang Giang Prefecture to Lang Son Prefecture who had originally taken refuge with them.

These people followed him to join the Qing Dynasty, but they didn't get any benefits at all. Instead, Agui robbed them of a large amount of food to make military rations. They hated Nguyen Van Hue to death.

When they ran back to Lang Son Province and counted the people, Nguyen Van Hue had gone out with 20,000 soldiers and more than 30,000 civilians, but only 6,000 to 7,000 people returned.

But no matter what, at least she was back safely. Ruan Wenhui, who hadn't eaten properly for seven or eight days, started to eat voraciously.

"A Zheng, we can't stay in Lang Son anymore. Mo Zibu will definitely attack." Nguyen Van Hui took another big mouthful of rice and shook his head.

"No, neither Guangdong nor Guangxi is safe. Mo Zibu is from Guangdong, he will definitely go north to fight."

For some reason, Nguyen Van Hue suddenly felt sad. He remembered the fantasies in his heart on the night when he and his brother Nguyen Van Yue started the rebellion.

First, the brothers in the south worked together to seize the Kingdom of Guangnan, then went north to take over Beihe, and then annexed Guangdong and Guangxi, achieving the same great achievement as Zhao Tuo, the King of Nanyue.

Finally, if the Qing army could be defeated again in Guangdong, and the Han people all over the world responded, there would at least be a real Southern Dynasty that ruled by dividing the country by the river.

Well, this guy thought so in history. After he unified Annan, he became frantic in his war and funded members of the Tiandihui in Guangdong and Guangxi, recruiting pirates from Guangdong and Guangxi to serve him, even willing to give a small pirate to the marquis.

Unfortunately, Nguyen Van Hue was not so lucky. Just when he arrogantly asked Emperor Qianlong to marry a Qing princess to him, hoping to use this to stir up trouble, he suddenly fell ill and died at the age of 39.

His descendants were unable to defend the territory and were defeated by Ruan Xiaoqiang with the support of the French and Mingxiang people.

When Nguyen Van Hue recalled his former ambitions, the reality became even more unbearable for him.

Both of his brothers died at the hands of Mo Zei, and Bai Yueguang's first love was married to one of Mo Zei's men. Now he is at the end of his rope, but Mo Zei can realize his old dream.

"We can only rely on the Qing Dynasty now. It's easy for the Mo thief to conquer Guangdong and Guangxi, but it's not easy to conquer the whole world. With the support of the Qing Dynasty, we can definitely deal with the Mo thief!"

After all, he was a great hero in history. Nguyen Van Hue quickly recovered from his grief. He raised his head and said to Nguyen Youzheng with a smile, but suddenly he found the smile on Nguyen Youzheng's face very strange.

Ruan Wenhui was startled and was about to jump up when the musket fired with a bang.

"A Zheng!" Nguyen Van Hue shouted, and a flower of blood spurted out of the chest of his trusted guard Nguyen Zheng. He made a hoarse sound from his mouth and began to struggle on the ground.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Li Guangcai, dressed in green, holding a pistol, entered with his pirate men.

"Lord Hui, I don't want to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. They don't treat us southerners as human beings at all. They even take away the food hidden in the cowshed. What future do I have following them?

King Ren De is now about to lead the northerners to accomplish great things, and he doesn't look down on us southerners. He has a lot of knowledge of the classics and can speak Chinese and Vietnamese, so it's just right for us to go and join him.

The only thing missing is a letter of surrender. I'm sorry, Duke Hui!"

Ruan Youzheng still had that weird smile on his face, without any guilt at all, as if the person he was betraying was not Ruan Wenhui, whom he once treated as a brother.

"You dog slave, you are still so short-sighted. If you want to surrender, you shouldn't take me. This won't make you rich, it can only save your life at most.

You should go get Fukangan, that will ensure you a life of wealth and prosperity for the rest of your life." Nguyen Van Hue said ruthlessly.

"Nguyen Van Hui, can you please stop thinking that you are the only smart person in the world and stop treating everyone else like fools?"

Ruan Youzheng looked at Ruan Wenhui viciously and suddenly tore open his clothes. He saw a long bloodstain on his chest and abdomen, which was very conspicuous under the white silk bandage.

"Fukangan is much smarter than you. Before I could hold a Hongmen Feast to detain him, he returned with his defeated troops and started fighting straight away, snatching supplies and leaving. If I could stop him, I wouldn't have come to capture a small fry like you!"

After hearing what Ruan Wenhui said, he was completely defeated. He did not expect that not only could he not beat Mo Zibu, but he was also suppressed by Fu Kang'an. Ruan Youzheng's words "small fry" made him deeply angry.

Ruan Wenhui picked up the dishes and was about to hit Ruan Youzheng. At this time, Li Guangcai couldn't bear it anymore, so he rushed over and beat Ruan Wenhui up.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch! Where's my two hundred thousand taels of silver? Where's my two hundred thousand taels of silver? How dare you treat me like a fool!"

Li Guangcai became more and more angry as he spoke, and soon he beat Ruan Wenhui until his head was bleeding and he curled up on the ground, twitching.

"Kill him, kill him and the Fan brothers, and then we will go to King Ren De." Ruan Youzheng said lightly.

Li Guangcai looked at Ruan Youzheng in confusion, "Ruan Wenhui deserves to be killed, but why should the Fan brothers be killed? Their sister is very favored by Chen Guangyao."

Ruan Youzheng wanted to roll his eyes, but he still tried his best to explain: "It is precisely because Fan Shilian is favored that we hand over the Fan brothers. The king will be worried about Chen Guangyao and will not be able to kill him.

But if we don't kill them, the Fan brothers will follow Nguyen Van Hue and commit all sorts of evil deeds, which will damage the king's prestige. So we have to be the bad guys. Killing the Fan brothers will save the king from trouble, and Lord Chen will also have to thank you secretly."

Li Guangcai suddenly realized what was going on and took out a knife to kill all of Nguyen Van Hue's confidants, including Fan Wenxing and Fan Wencan.

Ruan Youzheng sighed lightly, turned his back, then suddenly turned around and stabbed Ruan Wenhui's heart with a knife.

Ruan Van Hue finally doesn't have to run around anymore.

. . . .

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, Mo Zi Bu arrived in Lang Son Province and accepted Nguyen Huu Trinh's surrender.

However, he was not at ease to keep this guy by his side. Ruan Youzheng was a talented person, but he was a person who would turn his back on people like Zhu Quanzhong.

"Ruan Youzheng, your merits and demerits have been offset this time. Are you willing to go to Jiading Imperial College to study for a few years and cultivate your character?" Mo Zibu asked with a forced smile.

"Your Majesty, I am willing." Ruan Youzheng knelt on the ground and agreed without hesitation. He knew that it was impossible for him, who was so fickle, to immediately gain the trust of an emperor like Mo Zibu.

"But I don't have much savings. I beg Your Majesty to grant me some gold and silver so that I can support my mother and raise my children."

Mo Zibu rarely smiled. "You're a wonderful person. Go ahead. Once you get to Jiading, I'll give you the title of Instructor at the Imperial College, and you can directly receive your salary from the Zongli Yamen."

After sending Ruan Youzheng away, Mo Zibu spotted Li Guangcai in the distance, looking extremely embarrassed. Taking a deep breath, King Mo rolled up his sleeves and pounced on him like a tiger.

"Fuck you, you piece of shit! I asked you to go undercover, but you fucking listened to people like Ruan Wenhui and didn't believe I could accomplish anything."

There is no way. Li Guangcai is too sensitive. This is the Yuancong brought to me by Li Xianwen, King Mo. It was Mo Zibu who arranged for him to go undercover.

Now, although he has committed some sins, they are certainly not serious enough to warrant beheading.

If you punish him, you're afraid it will discourage people.

If we don't punish him, it would be a betrayal in reality. If we don't punish him, what will happen if someone follows his example in the future? So beating him up is the best option!
I, King Mo, was not putting on a show. I was really beating Li Guangcai. In a short while, I had beaten him so badly that his nose and face were swollen and he was spitting blood.

But Li Guangcai felt extremely comfortable in his heart. He curled up and let Mo Zibu beat him, his screams becoming more and more exaggerated.

When Mo Zibu had almost finished beating Li Guangcai, who was covered in blood and had a face like a pig's head, Zhou Yuanquan, Liang Wenying, Yuan Kaiji and others came over and kowtowed to Li Guangcai and begged for mercy.

Mo Zibu pretended to be upset, took two deep breaths, and said angrily:

"Find a doctor to treat him, and don't let me be branded as someone who beat and killed his subjects. Once he's healed, send him to the Marquis of Yinchuan, and let him punish him severely."

This set of operations, from expressions to actions, was simply perfect. Many people didn't even realize that Mo Zibu was acting, and thought that this was the real reaction of me, King Mo.

I have to say that even if I were not a time traveler, I, King Mo, would be able to make it in this world. Some time travelers cannot survive more than 2,000 words, but Mo Zibu seems to be born for this.

After defeating Li Guangcai, Mo Zibu appointed Chen Guangyao as the garrison commander of Lang Son, and put him in charge of recovering and rebuilding the entire Lang Son defense system.

The local residents of Lang Son were severely punished by the Qing army. As long as a few thousand stones of grain were transferred to relieve them, they should be believed.

However, the 300,000 to 400,000 people who fled to Lang Son when Mo Zibu stirred up the Bac Ha River did not escape so easily.

Mo Zibu asked them to pay money to atone their sins. No matter it was gold, silver, silk, or healthy women between the ages of fourteen and thirty, they could all be used as money to atone their sins.

If you can't afford it, I'm sorry, you'll just have to take a knife by the Cang River.

Of course, in the end, these people basically paid all the money. Without gold and silver, what else could they do without their sisters, wives and daughters?
Finally, Mo Zibu temporarily settled these people down, and when they were free, he would send them to Jiaxi and Andai to settle and cultivate the land. If they lost their wives, he would marry local women.

As for the healthy women of marriageable age that they handed over, they would naturally be distributed among the soldiers of the Xing Tang Army.

There were so many casualties this time, and many soldiers became disabled and were about to retire. How could there be no one to take care of their lives?

Moreover, their retirement pensions are a large sum of money, which is just right for these healthy women to offset part of their military pay and pensions.

It does look a bit inhumane, these strong women are treated like commodities, but this is the basic practice at this time. King Mo does not have the ability to carry out complete women's liberation in this era, so just follow the local customs.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, all the search and arrest work was basically completed, and the casualties of this battle were almost counted.

The number of officers and soldiers killed in the Xing Tang Army was slightly less than expected, a total of 3,357.

There were 270 officers above the rank of Junior Guard, including two captains, Mr. Mo and Louis Cullen, five deputy captains, and 67 centurions.

It was indeed a serious injury, and the officers suffered heavy casualties, but this was inevitable during the period of line-up executions. Officers were often in the first row and had to lead the soldiers in the charge.

Eight thousand four hundred men were injured, 577 were seriously injured and died, more than a thousand men were estimated to be disabled and had to retire, and more than three thousand men were estimated to be unable to return to the team for at least half a year.

The only good news was that Chen Lian survived, but he lost too much blood and would not be able to recover for more than half a year. Lieutenant Colonel Frederick's life was also saved, but both of his hands were almost useless, so he had to retire.

So what now falls on Mo Zibu is to quickly arrange the pensions and resettlement, and then promote a large number of officers to stabilize the basic structure of the army.

The Northern Expedition to capture Guangdong and Guangxi, and even the pacification of the people in Beihe, would have to be put off for a while.

But the good news is that the Qing Dynasty suffered much greater losses than Mo Zibu.

In this battle, the Qing Dynasty mobilized 72,500 elite Manchu and Han soldiers. The first battle was fought at Bawang Temple. Fu Kang'an was beaten to the point that he had only 6,000 to 7,000 men around him. He waited in Lang Son for two days and then ran back with about 2,000 men.

In the end, only less than 9,000 people were able to return home with him. Among them, more than 4,000 people died in the battle at Bawang Temple, and another 2,000 people died of injuries along the way.

In the decisive battle of Tokyo, about 5,100 people were killed on the spot and nearly 10,000 were wounded or captured.

In the subsequent breakout, Kuilin's 14,000 men were basically wiped out.

Hailancha and the 10,000 people under the command of Tuside, the Governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, totaled 17,000 people, and more than 6,000 were killed.

Subsequently, two thousand people were chased and killed on the road by Chen Guangyao, more than two thousand fled to the mountains and forests to hide, and more than two thousand were local chieftain soldiers, who should have run directly back home.

Hailancha fled the battlefield with more than 4,000 people, but all the baggage was lost. In the end, less than 2,000 people were able to return to Malipo Village alive.

Mo Zibu asked the General Staff to make a rough count. Of the Qing army's 72,500 troops, only 9,000 of Fukangan's men and more than 1,000 of Hailancha's men escaped.

More than 25,000 men were killed in action alone, and about 15,000 died of their wounds or perished in the wilderness.

Including the wounded and captured, there were about 15,000 people left, and another 5,000 to 6,000, which is hard to count, but it is estimated that there were not many survivors.

Of the five thousand Eight Banners stationed in Beijing, 2,900 have been identified as dead or captured.

Of the 8,000 soldiers of the Eight Banners inside and outside the Great Wall, more than 4,000 were killed.

Of the two thousand Solon and Barhu people, more than four hundred were killed in the battle and nearly a thousand were captured.

Among the 4,000 Xibai soldiers and Mongolian cavalry in Yili, at least 2,500 were lost.

At least 10,500 of the core Qing forces were lost.

Well, Mo Zibu couldn't hide the smile on his face. If he said it was a serious injury, then the Qing Dynasty would be amputated below the pelvis, which would be even worse than the Battle of Hetongpo during the reign of Emperor Yongzheng.

(End of this chapter)