The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 408: Restoring the Han Dynasty and Returning to the Old Capital

Cheng De thought that the entire city of Jiangning could only be defended for five days, but in fact today is the eleventh day.

But Cheng De was not happy at all, because he knew that the Han people outside were deliberately letting the water go.

But the Bannermen in the city did not see it that way. Except for the most elite 2,000 or so men, most people believed that it was because of their heroic fighting that the Han people had suffered heavy casualties and were no longer able to fight.

Therefore, on the eighth day when the attack power of the Xingtang Army weakened, even if Cheng De gave orders as the deputy governor, he could not maintain the high-pressure mode.

Even General Hao Chun of Jiangning came out to persuade them that they could relax a little.

Cheng De could only sigh, looking at the dense crowd of soldiers on the city wall and said to Hao Chun: "The first attack is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

It was far from the time to decide the outcome, and the soldiers and generals below were not yet at the point where they could not bear it.

If the general lets them go now, they will only remember the cruelty of the battle and be filled with fear. It will be impossible to recruit them to fight in the same way again in the future."

Hao Chun felt that Cheng De’s words made sense, but he could sense that the soldiers and generals under him were already complaining.

These soldiers had not been home for more than twenty days and had not been able to reunite with their families. Now that the Han army's attack had weakened, there was no reason to force them to stay.

So Hao Chun did not listen to Cheng De's advice and let all the ordinary people on the city wall go home.

. . . .

Baoshan's vitality was really strong. His back was completely festered and he suffered from repeated fevers, but he still did not die.

Perhaps the only thing that supports him to go home is his family.

Seeing that the door lintel had collapsed and almost half of the house was burned down, Baoshan endured the severe pain in his back and quickened his pace.

But before I entered the house, I heard crying from inside.

Baoshan rushed in quickly and saw his wife Yingniang lying on the bed, her face pale and her breath barely alive.

The nine-year-old eldest daughter He'er was crying non-stop, and the four-year-old youngest daughter Lan'er was tired of crying and fell asleep next to his wife.

Seeing him come in, the eldest daughter barely stopped crying and came to take the little thing he was holding. It was two kilograms of glutinous rice, which the general gave to everyone who participated in the battle.

The little daughter was awakened. She looked at Baoshan with a light of extreme joy in her eyes. She came over shouting happily, jumped onto Baoshan and never let go.

"Yingniang, what's wrong with you?" Baoshan rushed to the bed, holding his four-year-old daughter. "Where are mother and Xiaode?"

There was a dark purple patch of dried blood on Yingniang's chest and abdomen on the bed. When she saw Baoshan, she moved in excitement, and some blood immediately seeped out.

"The shells destroyed the place where we were hiding and killed my grandmother immediately. My mother was hit in the stomach by a flying piece of wood." The nine-year-old eldest daughter said beside her.

"Mother! Wuuuuuu.... Xiaode, where is your brother?" The Baoshan man was almost unable to stand. After crying twice, he asked anxiously.

He has two sons. The second son died young and the eldest son is fourteen years old this year.

The eldest daughter looked up at Baoshan and asked curiously, "Didn't the commander say that we should send my brother to my father?"

As she spoke, the eldest daughter glanced out the door and asked, "Didn't my eldest brother come back with my father?"

Baoshan was struck by lightning and froze for a moment. He suddenly remembered that when he was leaning against the city wall and was in a daze due to the festering infection on his back, he had indeed seen the body of a little boy who looked very much like his son.

But the entire head of the corpse was beaten off, and half of the left shoulder was missing. Baoshan didn't know that his son Ade had also been dragged onto the city wall, and he didn't think they looked similar. So even though the captain called out several times for someone to go and identify the body, Baoshan didn't go.

"Oh my God, for God's sake!"

A piercing pain rushed into Baoshan's heart, and he staggered all over. He was overwhelmed by the huge grief, as if only such howling could make him feel better.

Baoshan's wife Yingniang, who was dying on the bed, reached out to grab him, and a tear rolled down her face, which was as pale and withered as a dead person.

Baoshan opened his mouth and cried silently for a few times. Then he put his little daughter down and walked over to hold his wife's hand. The two looked at each other and burst into tears.

"Retribution, retribution!" Baoshan cried out to the sky.

On the city wall, he witnessed the cruelest side of the world and the determination of the Han people outside the city to fight against a common enemy.

Baoshan suddenly thought of a fact that Deputy Governor Cheng De kept telling them, that is, the Han people outside the city never thought of letting them live.

The Han people came here with the intention of killing all the bannermen in Jiangning like they did to the bannermen in Fuzhou and Hangzhou.

"This is retribution!" Thinking that he was about to die and his whole family was going to die, Baoshan's mind completely collapsed.

"If the ancestors kill people, the descendants will take revenge!"

Just when he was completely desperate, his wife Yingniang suddenly coughed, and her eyes, as pale as dead fish, stared blankly at her two daughters.

Baoshan understood, and he ignited a little hope of life, "Yingniang, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to let He'er and Lan'er survive."

Yingniang's eyes widened when she heard this, her hand dropped with a thud, and the slight rise and fall of her chest finally disappeared.

At this moment, a thunder sounded from the horizon, spreading far and wide.

Baoshan didn't need to go out to look at the sky to know that it was the Han people's artillery firing. He had heard it too much in the past twenty days.

The two daughters were so frightened that they threw themselves into Baoshan's arms. Four-year-old Lan'er looked at him as if she was afraid that her father would disappear.

Baoshan touched her head and said firmly, "Ama is not going anywhere. Come on, I'll make you some sticky rice with lots of honey."

As he spoke, Baoshan actually took out a piece of honey that had not been smashed from his treasure cabinet.

Four-year-old Lan'er didn't know that her mother was dead. A smile appeared in her eyes and she even began to cheer.

Nine-year-old He'er was already sensible. He looked at his mother lying on the bed, already dead, with tears in his eyes.

"Just let your mother lie down. Sooner or later, she and I will be thrown into a mass grave by the Han people. But don't worry, Ama will definitely find a way to keep you two alive."

. . . .

After defeating the Qing army in Yangzhou and having no further worries, Mo Zibu finally allowed the Xingtang Navy to exert its maximum combat effectiveness.

Well, it should be said that the Xingtang Naval Artillery exerted the greatest combat effectiveness.

Fifteen thirty-six-pound cannons and fifteen forty-eight-pound mortars were all mounted on the piled earth and aimed at the city wall that had been bombarded many times in the past twenty days and had begun to collapse.

Nanhai Earl Chen Shaowen stood up below Mo Zibu, with a flintlock rifle on his back and a knife on his hip, and all around him were close relatives of the Shabei Chen family.

The title of my Great Emperor Mo is not so easy to obtain, even if you are the descendant of a national hero. So many soldiers and generals who risked their lives to fight against the Qing Dynasty have not yet been given a title.

Therefore, Chen Shaowen's title of Earl of Nanhai is just an empty title. As long as he holds the title, he will receive a considerable salary.

But after his death, the title passed down to his descendants would decline sharply, and they could only choose between the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who was granted an imperial title by imperial favor, and the general who had basically no salary and was just a civilian title, but could pass it down to another generation.

Of course, you can also take the initiative to request to go to Southeast Asia, get your own fiefdom, and be demoted to viscount after your death.

Chen Shaowen took a deep breath. He didn't want to choose either of them.

The former is really an insult to ancestors, and the latter is considered to be an inferior title by the Han people in Dayu today because viscounts and barons did not exist in the Ming Dynasty. They only believe that earls are the real lords.

So what Chen Shaowen really wanted was to be an earl who would live and die with the country, but this required military merit.

Moreover, if he died fighting for his country, the title would be passed on to his son without surrendering, and he would still be the Earl of Nanhai. This further strengthened Chen Shaowen's determination.

While the cannons were roaring, Mo Zibu was wearing a narrow-sleeved ochre-yellow uniform with four dragon patterns and a black gauze folded scarf on his head.

He personally poured a bowl of wine onto the ground facing Jiangning City, which was once the direction of the Forbidden City in Nanjing of the Ming Dynasty.

"To all the heroes who have served the Ming Dynasty loyally for the past 130 years since Jiashen, watch as this young man, Mo Zhao, leads the Han men to avenge you today."

Kneeling on both sides of Mo Zibu were hundreds of descendants of loyal ministers and righteous men from all over the country.

For example, Chen Zizhuang’s fifth-generation grandson, Longshan Earl Chen Songfeng, Chen Bangyan’s fifth-generation grandson, Nanhai Earl Chen Shaowen, and Zhang Jiayu’s adopted fifth-generation grandson, Zengcheng Earl Zhang Changyi.

Just arrived from Hangzhou, there are Chen Qiuze, the sixth-generation grandson of Chen Zilong, the Jiading Qian family member with Xia Wanchun's bloodline, Zhang Fu, the sixth-generation nephew of Zhang Huangyan, the very intelligent sixth-generation grandson of Yang Tingshu, and the farmer-like fifth-generation grandson of Xu Yi.

And the volunteers who are proficient in fighting and were specially selected by Mo Zibu from the civilians of Jiangyin and Jiading.

"Ancestors and gods, be above!" Chen Shaowen knelt before Mo Zibu and raised his wine bowl high. The others followed suit, kneeling on the ground and raising their wine bowls high.

"Today, your sons and grandsons will avenge you. Lord Zhonglie, you can just watch from the Ninth Heaven!"

"Lord Zhongjie, please watch how your descendants kill the Tartars."

"Duke Wenzhong, the unfinished work of King Zhongwu of Min will be completed today by Your Majesty, leading us to complete it. Even if our descendants die, they will have no regrets!"

"Revenge, today!"

The last earth-shaking cry was made by Qian Jinduan, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Because the ancestors that others call are all great heroes, either loyal martyrs or literary loyalists, which makes people feel shocked when they hear it.

And he, relying on his bravery during these twenty days, succeeded in making many people look at him with admiration.

After all, a guy dressed as a scholar who became more and more courageous in battle and could kill two vanguard captains with a big axe was really eye-catching, so he was able to get here.

But unfortunately, although his ancestors were not outright traitors, they actually continued to resist secretly, but their reputation of being too cold was really not good.

So, he had nothing to shout but 'Revenge, today!'

But these words were particularly suitable for this moment, and the two hundred commandos roared collectively.

"Revenge, today!"

Mo Zibu immediately walked over, personally raised a wine jar, and filled it for everyone one by one.

"Go, take the whole city and tell the world that the Han Dynasty is back!"

. . . .

There was a look of despair in Cheng De's eyes. Just as he expected, many of the bannermen who were still able to hold on were difficult to gather once they were released.

Cheng De was guarding this section of the city wall after the Xing Tang Army attacked it fiercely. He was accompanied by one or two thousand people, all of whom were elite soldiers of the Eight Banners of Jiangning.

They all knew that when this section of the city wall collapsed, the time for the decisive battle would come.

"Boom!" a loud noise was heard, and dust flew high and high in this gloomy afternoon.

"Don't even think about living. Mo Guangzhong is not Zhu Hongwu. Zhu Hongwu can't wipe out the entire Golden Family, but Mo Guangzhong, whose ships can go anywhere, will definitely kill us all!"

Cheng De roared, saying that with large sea ships, the Han people could land anywhere, such as Jinzhou or Jinzhou. Shanhaiguan could stop the Eight Banners soldiers, but it was impossible to stop the Han army.

"Kill!" The voice of the Han people suddenly appeared from the place where the huge city wall collapsed. Cheng De roared, and the desperate Eight Banners soldiers rushed forward.

But when they rushed to the gap and the dust settled, they looked around and found that the Han people had retreated again.

As they looked at each other, Cheng De suddenly thought of something and let out a loud roar with a furious look on his face.

"Go back quickly!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Just as he roared, a burst of golden flames rose violently from the ground, and everything in the collapsed part of the city wall flew into the sky, as if some demon had flown out from the ground.

The Xing Tang army had already hollowed out the area below and buried two coffins full of gunpowder, waiting for this moment.

Amidst the violent explosion, a mushroom cloud rose jubilantly into the sky. At least two to three hundred Eighth Banner soldiers were killed on the spot, and at least three to four hundred others were shaken to the point of bleeding from their mouths and noses.

Even Qian Jinduan, who was hiding far away, felt warm liquid flowing out of his nose and a sharp buzzing sound in his ears.

"Kill!" Chen Shaowen roared, and hundreds of revenge pioneers rushed in with great momentum.

Holding bayonets, they crossed the hell of the collapsed area, stepped on the broken arms and limbs, and easily stabbed to death the Eight Banners soldiers who were stumbling around them with their bayonets.

A roar was heard, and hundreds of Eight Banners soldiers rushed over.

"Form a line and fire!" Chen Qiuze, the most combat-experienced soldier, shouted. The revenge vanguards formed a standard horizontal row, and their flintlock rifles fired one after another, instantly knocking down more than 30 of the rushing Eight Banners soldiers.

Then they rushed forward howling and started stabbing the Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side with their flintlock rifles with bayonets.

The Eight Banners soldiers also had muskets and bows and arrows, and the revenge pioneers were falling one after another.

But they had better weapons, pistols and bombs.

Bayonets alone would certainly not be able to defeat the Eight Banners soldiers wearing cotton armor and carrying long spears, but adding hand cannons and bombs would be enough.

Qian Jinduan's bayonet was bent by the shield of the Eight Banners soldier in front of him. He immediately took out his pistol and shot him dead with a bang.

But before he could put the pistol back, the next Eight Banners soldier rushed up. Fortunately, at this time, his comrade behind him came forward, a descendant of the Zhang family in Yin County.

The Eight Banners soldiers stabbed with swords, and the Zhang family members also shot back with their guns.

But soon, another Eight Banners soldier rushed up. The Zhang family member howled and charged forward, but was soon stabbed in the chest and bleeding.

Qian Jinduan quickly took out a bomb, lit it and held it high. The Eight Banners soldier who was about to kill him looked at the shining bomb fuse and hesitated for a moment, so he did not fire the shot.

Qian Jinduan laughed loudly and waited until the fuse was almost burned out before throwing it out with all his strength.

Boom! The Eight Banners soldier's head was almost blown off, and even the Eight Banners soldiers next to him staggered.
Qian Jinduan laughed wildly, holding up a bomb again.

"Fuck you, you Tartar dog! Try this bomb of mine and see if it doesn't work."

"what!"

This madman threw away his guns, spears and swords, and ran forward madly with the bomb in his hand. The Eight Banners soldiers, who were already enveloped in the huge explosion and despair, were elite, but far from being ready to die.

They actually let Qian Jinduan, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, blast a path through the crowd, and more and more Xing Tang troops came from behind to reinforce the revenge vanguard.

The Eight Banners soldiers were increasingly unable to hold on.

Niu Hulu Chengde didn't know how many arrows he had shot. Even the bowstring was broken and he couldn't lift his arms at all. However, the number of Eight Banners soldiers around him was getting smaller and smaller, and soon only he and a few others were left.

Qian Jinduan saw this high-ranking official of the Eight Banners, and the revenge pioneers around him also saw him.

Cheng De barely raised his knife and wanted to say something, but Chen Qiuze roared and rushed forward, stabbing the exhausted Cheng De to the ground with a spear he picked up from the ground.

Then, more than a dozen people rushed up and chopped him into pieces.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!" Qian Jinduan felt like crying, and his thunderous shouts of killing rang out again.

Thinking that there were still many Tartars in the city, Qian Jinduan quickly bent down to pick up a piece of Cheng De's hand and inserted it into his belt as evidence, then ran into the city.

Blood!

fire!
Hell is just like this.

Qian Jinduan kicked open a door that was about to collapse. When he walked in, he saw a middle-aged Tartar with a pale face kneeling in the middle, with two little girls beside him who were trembling with fear.

Baoshan took a look at the Han soldier and saw a little bit of his honesty on his face that had not completely faded.

"Grandpa Han, I deserve to die, but they are innocent. Please be kind and take them both in.

The older one is nine years old. If I raise her for five years, she can become your wife. The younger one is four years old. If I raise her for ten years, she can become your concubine!"

Qian Jinduan was stunned. He looked at the two little girls carefully. They were definitely not ugly. The nine-year-old one already looked like a little beauty.

He was tempted. It was always difficult for a man from the lower class to get married at any time, not to mention that the White Lotus Rebellion that broke out in Sichuan and Shaanxi ten years later was also known as the Bachelors' Rebellion.

Qian Jinduan slowly put down the knife, untied two ropes from his body, tied the hands of the two sisters, and then carried one in each hand and walked away.

Baoshan's eyes were filled with reluctance and relief. He looked at the backs of his two daughters and suddenly burst into tears.

The crying startled a righteous citizen from Jiangyin. He rushed in and saw Baoshan kneeling on the ground with his neck stretched out. Without any hesitation, he chopped off Baoshan's head with a knife.

Baoshan seemed to be conscious for a while, because he heard someone shouting:
"Those who kneel down will not be killed. Those who kneel down will not be killed. All of them will be taken as slaves!"

　There are 10,000 words today, but there may only be one update tomorrow because I have too much work to do at work.

　　
　
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