The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 369: The Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers are Invincible, How Can They Beat Our United Army?

Fukang'an is still too young!
He grew up in the north and doesn't know much about the situation in the south.

North of the Yellow River, and even north of the Yangtze River, thanks to the brutal suppression of the Qing Dynasty, there was no room for other Han resistance forces in the entire north except for various resistance forces in the form of the White Lotus Sect, which could barely survive in the dark.

In fact, it’s not that the northerners didn’t know how to resist, but that the Qing Dynasty destroyed the clan system in the north in an organized and planned manner.

This resulted in the lower-class people in the north being extremely lacking in means of unity. The only way to gather people's hearts was to engage in underground religion, and their ability to resist was naturally greatly weakened.

But it was different in the south. The further south you went, the weaker the Qing Dynasty's ruling power became. Clan forces not only survived tenaciously, but also became more prosperous than the Ming Dynasty.

Because in the Ming Dynasty, the lower-class people only had to face oppression from Han officials. Without the huge mountain of bannermen pressing down on their heads, their need for clans was not so strong.

During the Qing Dynasty, there was an additional layer of oppression and nowhere to seek redress, so people naturally needed to rely on their own blood relatives, and clans began to develop rapidly.

This is also the reason why there were very few White Lotus uprisings in the Qing Dynasty after crossing the Yangtze River. This was because the White Lotus could not defeat the local clans, and before they could start threatening the government, they were suppressed by the clans.

This change is actually the culprit for the rapid greening of the Northwest. Without a stable clan organization, the Han people in the Northwest were unable to resist the waves of erosion by the Muslims, and many Han people became Hui people.

As for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, it was actually not a traditional Chinese underground religious riot, but a desperate struggle by the people, mainly Hakka people, who were forced into a desperate situation.

So when Fukang'an led a force of over 10,000 people to retreat calmly from Guangzhou, and he thought the decision was very decisive, the atmosphere began to become wrong.

Not long after he left Guangzhou, Fukang'an saw countless old Cantonese people appearing in the distance while riding on his horse.

They watched the retreating Qing troops from afar, their faces filled with excitement, and they were shouting words that Fukangan could not understand.

Guangdong Governor Zhu Gui was also on the evacuation route. Fu Kang'an's original idea was to plunder Guangzhou City before leaving and take away as much gold, silver, treasures, weapons and food as possible.

But Zhu Gui dissuaded him, saying that although this guy was a Qing Dynasty bootlicker, he was not a bad person and could even be said to be somewhat upright.

He also knew that if Fukang'an was allowed to plunder Guangzhou, these more than 10,000 people would have no chance to evacuate.

You are barely stabilizing the situation after a great defeat. Didn't you dare to plunder the local area when the Eight Banners conquered the south? Don't you want to die?

"What are those southern barbarians talking about?" Fu Kang'an finally couldn't help it. He pointed at Lao Guang who was peeping at him unscrupulously from a distance and asked Zhu Gui, and then sighed with some regret.

"What a pity! We should have taken the craftsmen from Foshan with us before we left. Even if we couldn't, we should have killed them all."

Zhu Gui was dumbfounded. Foshan was the first steel town in Lingnan. There were five to six thousand blacksmiths and blacksmith apprentices in the city alone. They could even make submachine guns. God knew how many weapons they had hidden.

There are even more people who rely on handicrafts such as coal and iron for their livelihood, at least 20,000 to 30,000 men and women.

And kill all the people from Foshan. Humph, with so few people like us, if we really show the intention of killing all the people from Foshan, we will never be able to leave Guangzhou.

Zhu Gui muttered a few words in his heart and was about to answer when a captain of the Zhengbai Banner stationed in Guangzhou ran over.

He was stationed in Guangzhou for more than a hundred years as part of the Eight Banners Garrison, and some of the bannermen could still understand Cantonese.

The captain named Guan Debao wiped the cold sweat from his head and said to Fu Kang'an with some embarrassment and anxiety:

"Sir, this Han Chinese is saying that the Tartars were indeed defeated. The Tartars were indeed defeated."

Mist grass!

Fukang'an and Zhu Gui were shocked. This was not a good thing. It sounded like someone was going to come up and fight.

"Let's go, hurry up, speed up, and we can only rest after we retreat to Shaoguan." Fu Kang'an immediately forgot the regret he had for not killing all the people in Foshan, and anxiously led the team to retreat north.

. . . .

Qingyuan County, 70 kilometers north of Guangzhou City.

Fukang'an will soon feel the horror of clan power.

Because at that time in Qingyuan County, the surname Chen accounted for more than 80%, and all of their ancestors were Hakka people who migrated from Shanghang in northern Fujian.

Although there are three or four ancestral halls, you can't write two Chens with one stroke. When something happens, they are still very united.

This place is known as the county magistrate's nightmare because outside the yamen, the streets, the city, and even the mountains are full of people with the surname Chen, all from one or several families. Even most of the yamen runners have the surname Chen.

To be an official in a place like this, if you don't get those prestigious elders of the Chen family on your side, not only will you fail to complete your tax collection task this year, but you will also most likely not be able to find sedan chair bearers, and no one will even carry your sedan chair when you leave the yamen. This will leave you, a county magistrate, walking on foot in your official uniform, and you will be socially dead.

This thing is unimaginable in the north, even north of Lingnan. Therefore, the existence of this inverted Tiangang made the Manchu Qing Dynasty's rule in Qingyuan County extremely weak.

"Here they come, here they come, Master Song and Master Wen are here!" Waves of cheers rang out at the ancestral hall of the Chen family in Qingyuan Qingxin.

The so-called Mr. Song is Chen Songfeng, the great-grandson of Chen Bangyan, and Mr. Wen is Chen Shaowen, the great-grandson of Chen Zizhuang.

Ever since everyone knew that Mo Zibu praised the Three Loyalists of Lingnan and Chen Shaowen's cousin Chen Shaocheng made a shocking assassination, the descendants of these two families immediately became heroes and influential figures.

"Home!"

"Home!"

Chen Songfeng and Chen Shaowen were not low-key at all. They wore the green robes of the fifth-rank civil officials of the Ming Dynasty awarded by Mo Zibu and appeared with more than 20 soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle robes.

Although the Chen family in Qingyuan are Hakkas from Shanghang, they arrived in Guangdong very early, as early as the end of the Song Dynasty, so their Hakka dialect is a bit strange.

In order to integrate into the Cantonese cultural circle, many descendants of the Chen family basically no longer speak Hakka, but speak Cantonese instead, and there is basically no problem in communication between the two sides.

"Our Han official robes are still the best looking! They look like our ancestors have stepped out of the paintings in the ancestral hall."

The patriarch of the Qingxi Chen family looked at the official uniform on Erchen, his eyes shining with envy.

Chen Songfeng clapped his hands lightly, and the soldiers behind him brought out a set of green robes embroidered with white pheasants for the fifth rank, and three sets of green robes embroidered with orioles for the eighth rank.

The six elders of the seven clans present were immediately attracted to the scene. They looked at the official uniform greedily, unable to move their eyes away. Even the young people on the periphery began to breathe faster.

Being an official is a temptation that no one can escape, let alone the Chinese who have inherited it for thousands of years.

“The king has decreed that if the Chen family of Qingyuan can stop the Tartars, they will be appointed prefects and appointed to the position of governor of Guangnan Guiren Road. They will also be granted 10,000 acres of farmland and 300,000 acres of forest and farmland.

Three more county magistrates will be appointed as candidates, and their appointments will take place on a chosen date and at a chosen location."

"Guiren is good, Guiren is good, Master Song, I, Chen Sidu, am willing to go!" The patriarch of the Chen family in Dayan, Yingde, immediately jumped out and shouted impatiently.

Although the Hakka people from Qingyuan and Yingde rarely went to Southeast Asia, they were Hakka people after all, and they still communicated with the Hakka people in Jiaying Prefecture, so they knew where Guiren was and whether life was good there.

As for the climate, it is a little hotter than Guangdong, and the soil is naturally worse than Yingde.

However, Chen Side's entire family of more than 10,000 people lived in Yingde Bay, but they had less than 30,000 acres of land. If he got the title of prefect and went to Guiren, he would immediately have 10,000 acres of land, and he could reclaim at least 70,000 to 80,000 acres from the 300,000 acres of mountains, forests and farmland.

In this way, the Chen family of Dawan, with a few thousand people, owns 110,000 to 120,000 acres of land, as well as the official position of prefect, which is like a local emperor. It is a good opportunity for the whole family to rise to prominence!

Therefore, Chen Side did not even ask how many Tartars there were, and immediately came out to take charge of everything.

"Damn it, Chen Si De, why don't you take a piss and see what you look like? I'm telling you, do you have the looks of a fifth-rank official?
Today, we, the Qingxi Chen family, are in charge. The fifth-rank prefect and the eighth-rank county magistrate are both ours."

As he spoke, the patriarch of the Qingxi Chen family stretched out his hand to grab the official robe.

This was too much. The other clan leaders and elders could not accept it. The young men on the periphery also started to make a fuss. It seemed that the Qing Dynasty had not done anything yet, so they were ready to start a fight first.

Fortunately, Liu Ashui, who had participated in the assassination of a traitor in the Imperial Examination Hall, had experience. He went over to protect his official robe and shouted loudly.

"Why are you robbing? Do you think you are qualified to serve the king just because you are a human? If you rob and fail to complete the mission, you will be subject to military law!"

Liu Ashui's words calmed the clan leaders present a little, but what suppressed them even more was the angry curse coming from under the altar in the ancestral hall.

"How shameful! The Tartars weren't killed, so do we want to start a fight?" Following the angry curse, the ancestor of the Qingxi Chen family came out with a wooden stick.

"Fifth uncle." All those with the surname Chen present fell silent, even those who were not members of the Qingxi Chen clan behaved well.

When an elder reaches a certain age, he or she is invincible in the eyes of the Chinese.

Anyone who can be called uncle by the 50-year-old patriarch of the Qingxi Chen family must be quite old.

My fifth great-uncle was born in the 1685nd year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi, which was . He is years old this year.

What does this age represent? It means that seven years before he was born, Wu Sangui died of illness. Four years before he was born, Wu Sangui's grandson Wu Shifan committed suicide in Kunming and the Three Feudatories were pacified.

The fifth great uncle reached out and touched the fifth-rank official uniform, his eyes filled with nostalgia, "I saw this official uniform when I was young. It was given to my grandfather by the traitor Wu Sangui.

But my ancestor deeply hated Wu Sangui for killing Emperor Yongli and destroying our Han people's country. He would rather flee to the mountains with his family than accept Wu Sangui's official position.

However, he kept the uniform of a fourth-rank guerrilla officer until his death, and even took it into his coffin, because even if it was a gift from a big traitor, it was still the official uniform of a Han official."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sound of a pin drop could be heard in the house.

The fifth great-uncle looked at Chen Songfeng again and said, "When I was young, I went to Yuxianfang in the prefectural capital to listen to your great-grandfather, Mr. Banfeng, give lectures and listen to him sing solo songs."

After hearing this, Chen Songfeng quickly took off his official hat, untied the jade belt of his official uniform, and loosened his collar to indicate that he had taken off his official uniform. He then prostrated himself on the ground with tears rolling down his face.

"So it's my great uncle who's here. I, your grandson Chen Songfeng, kowtow to you."

Mr. Banfeng is Chen Songfeng’s great-grandfather Chen Gongyin, and the only surviving son of Chen Bangyan.

The Dulu Song is a Yuefu song from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Chen Gongyin often hummed it in his later years and changed his name to Duluzi.

Because this song contains the line "If I cannot avenge my father's injustice, what is the point of living?", Chen Gongyin used it to refer to the pain of not being able to avenge his father.

Seeing Chen Songfeng prostrating himself on the ground, the fifth great-uncle asked seriously, "Although King Xingtang is the descendant of a loyal minister, his family went abroad to Southeast Asia a hundred years ago. Tell me, is this King Mo a Yue or a Han Chinese?
Is he coming back to seize territory, or to restore the Han family?"

Chen Songfeng knelt on the ground and answered loudly, "King Rende's family has been in Tiannan for a hundred years, and they have never forgotten their Han identity. On the top of Hexianping Mountain, King Rende personally built the Daming Martyrs' Shrine. From Prince Li Jin to Guoxingye and the Three Loyalists of Lingnan, all were posthumously honored and given posthumous titles, and will forever enjoy incense and blood offerings."

The fifth great uncle breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and slowly stroked his heart, staring closely at Chen Songfeng. "Is there even a trace of falsehood in what you said?"

"There is absolutely no falsehood. I, your grandchildren, am willing to swear in the name of our ancestor, Chen Zhonglie!" Chen Songfeng said loudly.

"I am also willing to swear in the name of our ancestor, Chen Wenzhong!" Chen Shaowen also shouted solemnly.

The fifth uncle laughed heartily, tears welling up in his eyes. "That's great, that's great! I never thought an old man like me could wait until this day. Now I can finally go see Grandfather without any worries."

"All descendants of the Chen family should fight to the death, kill the Eastern Tartars, and avenge our nation. If everyone fights bravely, there will be no worries about not having an official hat. Even if no one knows about it, we will not let down our ancestors' loyalty.

You must know that our Qingyuan Chen family also had many heroes in the past. During the Gengyin disaster, the five brothers of Duke Deqing guarded the South Gate, and even though blood flowed like waves, they were not afraid of the Tartars at all!

When the Chen family heard this, they all showed expressions of pride and shame on their faces. They finally stopped fighting and started to really think about how to stop the Tartars.

But at this moment, a cunning and mischievous look appeared on the face of the fifth uncle. "But give me this set of fifth-rank official robes first. I want to choose an auspicious day to bury it in Grandpa's coffin and throw away the one given by Wu Sangui."

"Hahaha!" The younger generations all laughed. Liu Ashui, who was holding the official robe, did not stop his fifth uncle from coming to get it.

Then everyone watched as the fifth great-uncle held his official robe contentedly and returned to sit on the chair in front of the ancestral tablet. The satisfied smile on his face seemed to have never changed.

After waiting for a while, Chen Songfeng felt something was wrong and hurried forward to take a look, only to find that the old man had already passed away, with a smile on his face.

"Fifth Uncle!" The Qingxi clan leader burst into tears, roared, and fell to the ground in tears. The descendants of the Chen family in the house also knelt on the ground.

Chen Songfeng raised his head and roared to the heavens, "Fifth Uncle has achieved his wish and witnessed the revival of our Han family. He has passed away peacefully and is going to heaven to announce the good news to our ancestors!"

"Yes!" Dawan's clan leader, Chen Sidu, wiped his tears and said to Qingxi's clan leader, "Brother, let our children and grandchildren wear red mourning clothes. After we kill the Tartars, we can come and send off our fifth great-uncle."

"Okay!" The Qingxi clan leader stood in front of the fifth great-uncle, "Every clan and family, fly to the Dadu Bridge in three days and kill the Tartars!"

. . . .

After passing through Feilai Gorge and following the Beijiang River, you can quickly reach Yingde. At this time, Yingde is under the jurisdiction of Shaoguan.

Shaoguan was much more closed than the Pearl River Delta, and the influence of secret societies was not as strong. In addition, there were 600 elite soldiers specially transferred from Zhenxiang Town of the Huguang Green Camp. It was considered a place that was still under the complete control of the Qing Dynasty.

But Fukangan still did not dare to be careless, because along the way north, the Cantonese and Hakka people were more ferocious than each other.

Dozens of people dared to peek, and hundreds of people dared to come up and make noise and rush to kill. They were completely different from the honest and simple-minded people that Fukangan had previously thought of.

In fact, not only Fukang'an was not used to it, but Guan Debao was also not used to it.

He had been guarding Guangzhou for more than twenty years, and he had never seen the locals of Guangzhou become so violent and courageous.

"It was the Southern Bandit Mo Wu who gave them the courage, otherwise they wouldn't dare!"

Guan Debao cursed angrily. If it weren't for the southern thief Mo Wu, he would still be working as a lieutenant in Guangzhou City. How happy he would be.

"Boom!" A huge explosion was heard, startling the Qing army that was about to cross the river. Then Guan Debao saw flames in the distance and vaguely heard the sound of muskets.

"The vanguard of the Bordered Blue Banner is on the other side of the river. Who is fighting with them?" An old armored soldier with gray braids shouted in panic.

"Hurry, hurry, put on your armor. Who cares who is fighting with the Bordered Blue Banner? If we want to retreat to Shaoguan, we have to fight these one-cent men." The commander-in-chief of the Plain White Banner shouted.

When he heard that he had to wear armor, the old white-armored soldier's face suddenly turned ugly, but he could not resist his superior's constant urging, so he could only ask the two boys around him who looked like his grandsons to take out a set of cloth armor from the box.

But the three of them tried for a long time but still couldn't put it on.

Guan Debao couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stepped forward to help. He stretched out his hand and lifted it up. Wow, this thing weighs at least 50 kilograms, and the armor is so big that two old armored soldiers can fit in it.

"Our ancestor's physique is no exaggeration. He must have been able to defeat thousands of enemies back then!" Guan Debao asked with great emotion.

The old armored soldier finally put on his armor and was about to show off the bravery of his ancestors, but before he could open his mouth, the cloth armor pressed him to the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Not long after the Qing army here was ready, they saw the vanguard of the Bordered Blue Banner in the distance being beaten back. They were covered in dust and dirt, as if they were being chased by a tiger.

Guan Debao had never been on the battlefield, otherwise he would have been selected to Beihe and shot dead by the Xing Tang army.

Therefore, when he saw his familiar comrades from the Bordered Blue Banner looking so embarrassed and funny, he did not feel scared at all. Instead, he chuckled out loud.

But the next second, he could no longer laugh. He only heard a roar of "Kill the Tartars!" and at least a thousand men and women wearing red headscarves rushed over from all over the mountains and plains.

Yes, both men and women!
"Damn it! Fire! Fire! Kill all these one-cent men!" the commander-in-chief ordered loudly.

One of the grandsons of the old soldier excitedly fiddled with his musket twice, and it fired with a bang. The sound was quite loud, which scared Guan Debao behind him.

"Hey, hehe, hehe, I hit it!" The grandson clapped his hands excitedly and laughed.

The people around were all familiar people from the Zhengbai Banner. They gathered around and took a look. Wow, he really hit it.

The man with the red turban was running in the front and was too far away from the main group, so he was shot down with one shot.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" A young boy rushed over and hugged the man lying on the ground and cried.

"Damn it, take your knife and kill the Tartars!" Unexpectedly, the grandfather on the ground suddenly cursed, completely ignoring the fact that he was bleeding from the abdomen.

"You Tartar dogs, I'm going to kill you all!" The boy cried out, picked up his grandfather's knife, and rushed over without any hesitation.

At this time, the chaotic sound of muskets finally began to sound, and the musketeers of the Zhengbai Banner began to fire continuously. Black smoke obscured the battlefield. Guan Debao vaguely saw that the boy was knocked to the ground.

The screams became more and more frequent. The Zhengbai Banner still had hundreds of muskets, and their lethality was not low.

Sure enough, after the black smoke dissipated, groups of people wearing red turbans fell in front of their position.

"Brother, my little brother!" A shrill voice that gave people goose bumps was heard, and Guan Debao hurried to look.

The young man had fallen in a pool of blood, and the one crying in front of his body was a thin Hakka woman with big feet.

The big-footed woman continued to cry a few more times, looking at Guan Debao with pain and hatred.

Although he was at least seventy or eighty steps away, he couldn't help but shudder. The look of extreme hatred seemed to shock his soul.

There were not many, the sound of muskets rang out again, and there was also the whistling of several mountain-splitting cannons. In front of their small position, at least sixty or seventy men and women wearing red scarves fell.

The faces of the old soldier's two grandsons were blackened by gunpowder, and their expressions were no longer excited, but a little fearful.

These red turbans were too cruel. They were obviously seeking death, yet they charged forward three times without any one retreating.

Just when the bannermen of the Zhengbai Banner thought that the next battle would be the same, the deafening sound of war drums sounded from everywhere.

With the sound of drums, almost in an instant, countless red flags rose up from the plains and forests.

"Kill the Tartars!" A huge voice rang out. This time, it was not just a few dozen people, but hundreds and thousands of people charging forward.

They stood up from where they were squatting, roaring, and rushed forward desperately, even the earth seemed to tremble under their feet.

The two grandsons of the old soldier were panicking. They had just loaded the bird gun very quickly, but now they couldn't even pour the gunpowder into the muzzle.

The others were similar. After three rounds, once the adrenaline wore off, they were immediately overwhelmed by fear and other emotions.

It was getting closer and closer, and suddenly, a sky full of darts flew over.

Amidst the howling sound like the god of death, the old soldier's grandson suddenly threw away his shotgun and turned around to run away.

But the next second, he screamed, staggered a few steps as if being pushed, and a silver spear head still dripping with blood appeared on his chest.

The Hakka woman with big feet who was crying out in pain "A-di" was the first to rush in, regardless of the spears flying all over the sky, and stabbed the old soldier's grandson directly.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Before the old soldier could save his grandson, the red turbans had already rushed in. The old soldier's other grandson only had time to shout "Grandpa" before he was drowned by the crowd, and then blood and flesh began to fly everywhere.

Guan Debao was terrified and ran away with a howl.

Before escaping, he saw the old armored soldier being knocked to the ground. Several people surrounded him and were stabbing him, but it seemed that they could not break his armor. But soon someone brought a musket and shot the old armored soldier in the chest.

In fact, Guan Debao and his men are relatively lucky because they are not the main attack direction, and the initiative lies with Fukangan.

The people of Qingyuan were familiar with every place in the vicinity. They took a detour to the center of the Qing army. Then, more than 30,000 descendants of the Chen family and more than 4,000 heroes from the Beijiang Hall and Xijiang Hall of Kunlun Mountain suddenly launched an attack.

Although the Qing army here is more elite, there are also Solon people, the Eight Banners stationed in Beijing, the Eight Banners outside the Great Wall, etc.

But the morale of the Cantonese people had been completely raised, and they howled "Ji Da Ji Da" and charged forward desperately.

When a father fell, his son took over; when a brother fell, his younger brother took over; even when a husband fell, his wife rushed up with swords and guns. The Qing army's momentum was completely taken away.

The battle lasted from six in the morning to nine in the morning. More than 10,000 Qing troops were forced to retreat step by step by less than 40,000 heroes and civilians.

Just when the Qing army could no longer hold on, thousands of secret society members, bandits, and heroes from the martial arts world rushed in from Huaxian, Fogang and other places.

They became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the morale of the Qing army completely collapsed.

Under the protection of Zhu Shedou, a fierce general of the Green Camp, Fukang'an abandoned all his baggage, weapons and hundreds of thousands of taels of silver he had looted, and escaped with only more than 300 cavalrymen from the vanguard camp with war horses and one or two hundred Solon people.

The remaining ten thousand soldiers were almost surrounded in the area of several miles around Feilai Gorge.

"Lord Zhonglie, did you see that?" Chen Songfeng cried out loudly.

"The Tartars are finished! What the hell are those Eight Banners Cavalry? They can't even defeat our militia!"

(End of this chapter)