The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 38 If you don’t want to starve to death, you have to fight hard
dong dong dong dong!

Clang clang clang!

The sounds of drums and horns filled the Lanjiang River. Li Xianwen, Huang Zhongtong, Ou Long, Chen Chengshan, Yuan Kaidao and others led dozens or even hundreds of soldiers and began to leave the big ship and go ashore on centipede boats.

The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall did not yet have uniforms, but they began to line up in a noisy manner under the guidance of red flags.

They were not afraid but rather excited, after all, they were all in the business of making a living.

But they were not in good order, because they had not undergone rigorous training and were essentially just a group of bandits, not regular soldiers.

The Zheng cavalry retreated in panic, and the sharp artillery bombardment made Ruan Tingshi's face change color.

However, he immediately noticed that the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall had no military discipline at all, and there were not many of them, only about three to five hundred from a distance.

Suddenly, the mind of the Pacifier of Yi'an Province in Beizheng began to become active again.

He had a gloomy face and was unwilling to accept it!

I have endured nine months of hard work, rolling in the mud and water without returning home once. Now, it seems that the task will be completed in at most one month, but at the last moment, everything is gone. How can I bear it?

Ruan Dinh Thị hurriedly counted the casualties and found that only sixty to seventy cavalrymen were killed in battle and about three hundred were injured. Half of the wounded were still able to fight, and his confidence immediately returned.

"Their artillery is powerful, but large ships are not easy to maneuver on the Blue River. Let's lure the southern bandits to the front and fight them there!"

Here.

Mo Zibu also ordered Pei Da to go and call the bearded man who had just ordered the rebel army to action to the side of the boat.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

"I am Wu Wenyong, a native of Haiyang, and I am honored to meet you, General." The bearded Wu Wenyong mistook Mo Zibu for the commander-in-chief of Guangnan State.

Wu Wenyong? Mo Zibu muttered a few words, as if he had never heard of him.

But seeing that he had great prestige among the crowd just now and was able to adapt to the situation, he immediately nodded and said loudly: "Reward the brave warrior and scholar with 20 strings of northern gold and silver and promote him to the rank of Gai Qi."

Wu Wenyong was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally made the right bet. The Northern Kingdom's gold coins were actually high-quality copper coins from the Qing Dynasty. Twenty strings of cash could be used as more than fifty strings of cash in Annan, not to mention that he was an official.

"I thank you for your generous reward and am willing to serve Prince Ding."

But Mo Zibu was ignorant. Although Wu Wenyong was only seventeen years old, he was not a simple person.

In history, there were seven tiger generals in the Tây Sơn Dynasty of Vietnam. Under the leadership of Nguyen Hue, they fought against Siam in the south and the Qing Dynasty in the north, and made a great name for themselves.

Nguyen Hue was as famous as King Tran Quoc Jun of Hung Dao in Vietnam and had some reputation in Asia. Tran Quang Dieu and Vu Van Dung made the greatest contributions.

And this person, like Chen Guangyao, is extremely loyal.

In history, after defeating Sun Shiyi, Nguyen Hue asked Emperor Qianlong for surrender and a title, but Emperor Qianlong demanded that Nguyen Hue go to Beijing in person before he would forgive him.

Of course Nguyen Hue refused and dared not to do so, so he sent his nephew Pham Cong Tri to impersonate him and was escorted north by Wu Wenyong.

You must know that at that time Wu Wenyong was the second most powerful general of the Tây Sơn Dynasty. He had already obtained wealth and glory. If he was not loyal, he would never have risked losing his head at any time and went north.

There was a loud dripping sound, and Mo Zibu heard the Zheng army playing drums in the distance, so he looked up.

I saw that the Zheng army, with infantry as the center and cavalry as the two wings, was slowly approaching Lanjiang in formation. I looked carefully and found that the Zheng army had a large number of muskets, but no cannons.

It seems that Zheng's army must have very few cannons, otherwise it would be impossible to dig a long trench to surround Rong City. It would definitely be easier to just blast it open.

Even if there were any, they would most likely be 5,000-jin cannons that were not very convenient to move, and there would be no convenient small cannons such as the tiger squat cannon, the nine-section cannon, and the mother-and-child musket.

They had no guns, but Mo Zibu did. He had four six-pound naval guns that were taken down and mounted on wooden gun mounts.

Although the wooden gun mount certainly could not withstand the recoil, it could be temporarily dismantled, a hole dug and then compacted with sand, soil and gravel.

The procedure is a bit too complicated, and it may cause great losses when used against the armies of European powers, but it should not be a big problem when used in Annan.

"Pierre, take your artillery team and follow me!" Mo Zibu called out to the group of European scum gunners behind him. He was proficient in French, so these people could only be commanded by him for the time being.

The Zheng army may have three or four hundred muskets, and Mo Zibu also has three or four hundred, but he is not prepared to risk the lives of his soldiers to fight against the Zheng army, so he waved his hand and large rice balls with fish and bacon were brought up.

The Rong City volunteers had been trapped for nine months and had only had a full meal last night, which was nearly half coarse grains and wild vegetables. Now when they saw refined rice and meat, they could no longer resist and immediately surrounded them.

But this meal is not given to them for free, it is for them to charge into the battle.

"The way of heaven is not good, the treacherous king is in power, and death is inevitable. Come here if you don't want to starve to death!"

Mo Dalongtou was still very good at inciting people. He started shouting in front of a group of Annan people who were swallowing their saliva.

Not starving to death may sound a little funny in later generations, but at that time, it was a cruel luxury.

At that time, the Qing Dynasty was still better off. A self-cultivating farmer with more than ten acres of land could have enough to eat half of the year, and it was not a problem to have some refined rice and white flour during festivals.

But in Annan, which had been fighting a civil war for nearly two hundred years, most farmers had only a few full meals in their lives, let alone a full meal of refined rice, white flour and meat.

This is especially true for these so-called rebels whose average age is only twenty years old.

"General, count me, Wu Wenyong, in as one. Kill the traitorous king and have a full meal!" Wu Wenyong was the first to stand up.

"Master, count me in as Ruan Ah San. I want five rice balls!"

"Master, count me in. I don't want to be a starving ghost who can't be reincarnated."

With someone taking the lead, there was only a moment of silence before countless people reached out their hands.

After taking the rice balls, they began to gobble them up with their black hands, and many of them made humming sounds like wild beasts protecting their food.

Mo Zibu felt a little sympathy, but quickly suppressed the emotion.

This was the ancient times, an era of the survival of the fittest. Mo Zibu could only ensure that his people had enough to eat. Even if gods and Buddhas came down to earth, he couldn't care less about anything else.

The sound of drums and music suddenly stopped, and the only sound left on the battlefield was the sound of swallowing.

The Zheng army stopped and no longer moved forward, apparently fearing the power of the artillery.

Mo Zibu sneered, if you don't come, do you think I will go up?

"Pass the word, have those evacuating Rong City make a bigger noise. See who loses their patience!"

Ruan Dinh Shi was speechless, his eyelids twitching wildly. There was a commotion in the city of Rong City, and it seemed that they were evacuating. Moreover, after fighting for a long time today, they only saw the flag of the bandit leader Ruan Tuoqiu, but no one was seen by Ruan Tuoqiu.

"Advance another hundred and fifty steps, concentrate your musketry and fire fiercely, and disperse the cavalry."

Ruan Tingshi gritted his teeth. If he didn't take the initiative, the other side would really rescue Ruan Tuoqiu.

Ruan Dinh Thị was not unaware of the power of the enemy's artillery, but there was a huge difference between being defeated in a bloody battle and having Ruan Tuoqiu rescued by the southern bandits, and watching the southern bandits rescue Ruan Tuoqiu without firing a shot.

The Zheng army shouted slogans and continued to move forward. The cavalry on both wings were spread out very wide, ready to break through at any time.

At this time, the East Asian musketeers were actually also practicing line-up shooting.

This is determined by the unpredictable trajectory of the smoothbore rifle. Those who can hit birds on trees from dozens of steps away with a shotgun are also masters among masters. It is much more difficult to train than a sharpshooter, and there are no common examples.

More importantly, for archers, there is basically no loss when practicing, except that the bowstring may be damaged to a certain extent.

But for musketeers to practice, they have to spend real money to fire their guns.

So even in Europe it was the same, most of the training sessions were just about practicing loading gunpowder, placing bullets, tamping, lighting fuses, etc., and they usually didn't even give us the actual weapons.

This kind of training method has very little accuracy, so everyone can only play line-up shooting, relying on formation and number to make up for the accuracy.

(End of this chapter)