The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 457: The resurrection match was won, but the timing was wrong
For a person who does not have much military experience, the most intuitive external condition that can make him feel safe and believe that his side will win is the number of people.

Chen Huizu, a second-generation rich man who exploits the people and commits corruption and abuses his power, naturally has no military experience, and the generals under him have almost no military experience either.

They are already powerful people in the countryside. You can ask them to raise a large army by relying on their clans and tenants, but they have no way to learn the ability to command battles.

With everyone being very smart, Chen Huizu and his Hunan Braves mobilized almost all of their forces, a total of 27 battalions and more than 80,000 people.

And this was when there were already 40,000 troops deployed in Changde area in the west. In other words, Chen Huizu mobilized more than 120,000 Hunan Braves. No wonder he was so confident.

. . . .

After Wang Wubing led 5,000 people to force their way across the Yangtze River from Bailuoji, he did not go south to attack Chenglingji, the gateway to Baling (Yueyang), but headed east and rushed into Wujian Mountain, occupying an important post road intersection.

Wujian Mountain is located in the northeast of Yueyang. It is a mountain jungle consisting of five peaks.

The mountain is neither high nor steep, and may not be very impressive in western Hunan, but in eastern Hunan near Yueyang, it feels like Mount Tai looking down on all the other mountains in the Central Plains.

At the same time, there is an ancient road in Wujian Mountain that connects Linxiang and Puqi and Xianning in Hubei Province to Wuchang. Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, it has been an important passage in and out of eastern Hunan.

This important road intersects with another ancient road on the riverside at the intersection.

Wang Wubing blocked this place, which not only cut off the road for the 20,000 Hunan brave men in Linxiang to retreat to Yueyang, but also allowed the supply from Xianning, Hubei to flow unimpeded.

After all, it is still quite difficult to transport supplies upstream at this time.

Wang Wubing was the first general to defect to Mo Zibu, and was also one of the few academic officers in the Xing Tang Army.

Of course, due to his three years of studying in France, he missed many key battles in the early stage. After returning, he was in charge of the construction of the Whampoa Military Academy, so he did not preside over any major battles.

Until now, after Mo Zibu greatly expanded the army and the Beijing Camp alone had twelve armies with 135,000 men, Wang Wubing's advantage of having more soldiers and sufficient strategic vision began to be continuously demonstrated, and his position in the army became more and more important.

As a steady and clear-sighted academic officer, he would never attack Chenglingji.

Because the Hunan Campaign is not about occupying a certain number of cities, because the Dayu Dynasty is a righteous dynasty. As long as a few ambitious people are defeated, other places will surrender.

Occupying the intersection and locking down this key location is the first step to defeating Chen Huizu.

In Xuantian Temple on Wujian Mountain, Wang Wubing had just finished his worship when he received news from the guards that a large number of Hunan warriors had set out from Yueyang City and were marching towards the intersection.

"They arrived too late. If they had come three days earlier, they would have been ten times more numerous than me and attacked us from both sides. The intersection didn't even have a wall, and our army wouldn't have been able to hold it.

But at this time, I had already set up cannons at Dabei Temple and Yunlin Temple, and the enemy troops in Linxiang could no longer attack us together with the enemy troops in Yueyang.

The intersection also has four breastworks. Our defenses are complete, and we should be invincible!"

Wang Wubing's younger brother Wang Wuchu laughed and said that it would be quite easy to fight against local militias with their current level.

Wang Wubing glared at him and said, "On the battlefield, one must be lenient with the enemy. How can you know their strengths and weaknesses before engaging them?"

After scolding his brother, Wang Wubing went to Li Quan and said, "Although the main force of the enemy in Linxiang is the militia from Xiangyin, the Northern Pacification Office has investigated and found that Zhou Xipu's family in Xiangyin is not a wealthy family. Although this man has a good reputation, it is still unknown how useful he will be on the battlefield.

Therefore, we need your troops to severely inflict heavy damage on the enemy in Linxiang during the blocking operation, so as to frighten them and increase their chances of persuading them to rebel."

Li Quan nodded, but before he could say anything, Wang Wubing's words drifted over again, "But I can only give you a thousand men. You need to think more about how to fight this battle."

Li Quan pursed his lips and asked me to use only one thousand people to stop twenty thousand people. Even if we have six or seven cannons, we still have to beat them hard and scare them. This is a bit too harsh.

But he didn't refuse, but nodded quickly.

There aren't so many twists and turns on the battlefield. The most difficult battles will bring the greatest credit. If you can't do it, just say it directly. It's just a matter of replacing someone else. Of course, it will be difficult for you to be reused afterwards.

. . . .

Although Chen Huizu was from Hunan, he was not from northern Hunan, where Changde, Changsha and Yuezhou prefectures are located around Dongting Lake.

He was from Qiyang, Yongzhou, southern Hunan, but he did not grow up in Qiyang. Instead, he moved to Beijing with his father at the age of four and grew up in Beijing.

This is also one of the reasons why Chen Huizu had a successful career. The Han people who were allowed by Emperor Qianlong to stay in this city of bannermen were actually regarded as his own people by Emperor Qianlong.

For example, Zhu Gui was more respected than Chen Huizu in history.

This experience resulted in Chen Huizu's native dialect being very poor, and the Qiyang dialect being a typical old Hunan dialect, while Changsha and most of Yueyang are new Hunan dialects, so the two sides can only barely communicate.

In this situation, Chen Huizu and the Hunan tyrants he recruited spoke different dialects, so it was naturally difficult to say how close they were. Both sides came together just to maintain their power in the local area.

This lack of closeness led to Chen Huizu adding a lot of friction when the Hunan militia was being formed.

For example, the vanguard he appointed, Tian Yongluo, who was in charge of the militia of Baoqing Prefecture, was not from Hunan, but from Yangqu, Taiyuan, Shanxi.

He was ranked fifth in the second class of the Kuiwei Military Examination in the 1763th year of Qianlong's reign (). He was originally a lieutenant general in Quanzhou Camp, Guangxi. When Mo Zibu ordered Huang Zhongtong to take Guangxi, he did not dare to resist and fled to Hunan with a hundred or so remaining soldiers. He was later reused by Chen Huizu.

Tian Yongluo was a very old-school military general, which was determined by Shanxi's geographical location. At this time, after Shanxi merchants were forced to retreat from the economic market in the south of the Yangtze River, they devoted most of their energy to developing foreign trade.

That is to say, trade with Mongolia, mainly with the four tribes of Outer Mongolia.

To cross the desert and trade with the territories of Chechen Khan, Tushetu Khan and Sanin Noyan Khan in Outer Mongolia, the route was sparsely populated and full of dangers, and required the protection of bodyguards with good riding and martial arts skills.

Stimulated by this special demand, the martial virtues of Shanxi, in a very strange way, went against the tide and returned to their former position.

The specific manifestation is that most of the warriors in northern Shanxi are skilled in riding and shooting, and are even more powerful on horseback than the Mongols who were almost dead after being beaten by the Qing Dynasty.

They can hide behind horses, shoot arrows in rapid succession, and even learn the wolf pack fighting method of the early Mongolian light cavalry.

In history, many Inner Mongolian princes recruited Han knights from northern Shanxi and raised them as Mongolians. When the Qing court needed to mobilize, these fake Mongolians were sent to take over.

It is said that there were a large number of such fake Mongols among the Mongolian cavalry in Baliqiao, and some were even the main force among the 10,000 elite Mongolian cavalry.

This fucking reappearance of the Six Towns is just like Li Keyong's Hedong warrior group won the resurrection match.

Tian Yongluo is a typical example of this kind. He is good at riding and shooting, can draw a hard bow, and his hands are so strong that he can hold a large Guandao weighing forty kilograms and practice it for a quarter of an hour without stopping.

If he could go back to the end of the Tang Dynasty, he would at least be a minor general under Li Keyong.

Although possessing such qualities cannot be said to be a bad thing, it has failed to keep up with the times. In addition, the Qing Dynasty's idea of building an army was to be small but elite, few but powerful. It placed too much emphasis on the personal bravery of generals and neglected the ability of command.

A typical example is Ming Rui. He and his elite soldiers are indeed quite powerful, but they are of no benefit to the entire army or the overall situation. As the commander-in-chief of an army, he ends up like Chen Haonan of Hongxing.

The sun sets and the sky begins to darken.

As the vanguard commander, Tian Yongluo should have led 6,000 people to set up camp outside Lukoupu, but he actually left the army behind and galloped away with only a direct battalion of more than a thousand people.

"Hurry up! The enemy has only been at the intersection for three days. They definitely don't have time to build a fort. We should take advantage of the opportunity to attack from a distance and defeat them in one fell swoop."

Tian Yongluo was full of energy and pride. He had been grieving his defeat in Guangxi, where Dayu had incited the local Zhuang and Yao people to revolt, forcing him to retreat. Now, hearing that the Xing Tang army, with fewer than 5,000 men, had reached the intersection, Tian, the great vanguard, was eager to show these men the power of his two-stone bow.

At the same time, Wang Wuchu also led five companies of the Yuan Guards, totaling one thousand men, and came south from the intersection.

It's very simple. The Xiangyong army has more people and the Xingtang army has fewer people. The best way to defend is to beat the vanguard before their main army arrives.

Coincidentally, both parties thought of the same thing.

After crossing a hill, the two sides suddenly collided at a place called Pengjia Chong.

The so-called Chong in Hunan dialect refers to a small plain sandwiched between two mountains.

This kind of small plain is usually accompanied by a small stream, so irrigation is convenient and the land is flat. It is a very good place in the slightly undulating mountainous area of northern Hunan.

So, when both teams had climbed over their respective hills, they discovered each other at the same time.

"Good fellows, you dare to fight me with only a thousand men!" Wang Wuchu opened his mouth wide, and then he became furious. He felt that these brave men were not ignorant of their own limitations, but simply looked down on him.

Under Wang Wuchu's command, a thousand officers and soldiers of the Yuan Guards Regiment rushed rapidly to the plains at the foot of the mountain, eager to beat up the militia in front of them immediately.

Tian Yongluo was also furious. He pointed his halberd at the Xing Tang army across from him and shouted, "The enemy army is not defending the difficult terrain. They are looking down on me. Brothers, follow me and kill the enemy to gain merit."

Wu Wenhui was running in the front. He was now the captain of the Yuan Cong Guard, and among the Yuan Cong Guard were children of many vassal statesmen from Southeast Asia.

This is a very common situation in Dayu today. No matter whether they are vassals or military heroes, the first choice for their children is to join the army. If a family does not have a few direct descendants joining the army, they will not be able to hold their heads up.

However, the prince would generally not be allowed to come to such a dangerous battlefield.

However, Wu Wenhui was an exception. Although his mother was his father Wu Rang's first wife, she died when Wu Wenhui was only a few years old. His stepmother was married to his father Wu Rang after he went to Southeast Asia. She was also the sister of Gaozhou Bo Zhuang Chunde.

This led to some serious internal strife within the Wu family of Songcheng Junbo. Although his fellow countrymen from Zhangzhou who had just immigrated from the mainland supported him, his father Wu Rang was not close to him and preferred his second son Wu Wenzhen, born to Zhuang.

This made Wu Wenhui a little sad. He had been without a mother since childhood, and his father had gone to Southeast Asia when he was five or six years old. He basically grew up in his grandfather's house during his childhood.

The experience of living as a guest made Wu Wenhui conceited and sensitive, and he attached great importance to family affection. His father Wu Rang's attitude deeply hurt him. Now Wu Wenhui's reputation for fearlessness in the army is well-known, and there may be some self-abandonment factors.

There were only a thousand people in total, and half of them were hunters, so the Yuan guards didn't pay much attention to the formation.

The militia on the opposite side were also in a swarm, but the difference was that they couldn't even stick to the formation.

"Tiger squat cannon!" Wu Wenhui shouted and stopped suddenly. Twenty or thirty soldiers around him also stopped immediately and began to guard with flintlock rifles. The two gunners carrying the tiger squat cannon quickly put it down and began to load it.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of continuous musketry rang out, and the first few militiamen who rushed over suddenly fell to the ground. The momentum of the charge stopped, and dozens of musketeers came forward.

But just when they were about to finish reloading, the Yuan guards' tiger squat cannon suddenly fired. The fist-sized shell drew a parabola, hit the militia's musketeers with a thud, and then exploded with a loud bang.

Several musketeers around screamed in pain, their faces burned by the violent explosion until they were almost cooked, and those who were far away were also shaken to the ground.

At this time, the small explosive bombs would not be powerful enough after being filled with fragments, so it is better to fill them with the best gunpowder and use the explosive force alone to hurt people.

Tian Yonglu was furious when he saw this. He took out his carefully made hard bow, picked up a few arrows, bent his back, and shot a series of arrows.

The tiger-crouching gunner who was loading the next round screamed as an arrow suddenly appeared on his forehead. He shook his head and fell down immediately.

Another gunner reached out to help his comrade, but the second arrow hit him. He also screamed as the arrow pierced his right arm.

"There's a sharpshooter!" the gunner shouted, ignoring the piercing pain in his right arm. He squinted his eyes, took aim, and with a flick of the fuse, a ball of fire flashed from the muzzle of the Tiger Crouching gun.

More than two hundred meters away, Tian Yongluo shot the fifth arrow, and then a sense of danger surged in his heart, and he quickly rolled on the ground.

With a loud bang, not far from where he had just stood, a shell exploded in mid-air, directly blowing to pieces the two regimental commanders who had no time to run away.

"Drag them both to the back, move forward, move forward, throw bombs when you get close!" Wu Wenhui ordered loudly. He knew that there was no way to deal with a monster like the sharpshooter, and he could only defeat the opponent first.

Tian Yongluo was covered in mud and still a little frightened. He pointed his sword forward and said, "Beat the drums! We have few muskets. Charge forward and fight hand-to-hand!"

The shouting regiment warriors rushed forward, and the Yuan guards also moved forward, but they moved forward in turns, without stopping the muskets in their hands.

Wang Si'er looked at the roaring muskets on the opposite side and was not afraid at all, because he had no idea how powerful these things were.

Under the suppression of the Qing government, the ownership rate of firearms among the people was very low. It was not until the First Crow was defeated and the Qing government's control declined that the ownership of firearms among the people increased.

Whoosh, a lead bullet brushed past Wang Si'er's ear. He didn't know what it was, but he felt something hot flying past.

Then he heard a loud scream behind him and someone fell forward.

"Brother Li San!" Wang Si'erzi hurried over to check. The man who fell down was a distant relative of his family. Compared to killing someone, Wang Si'erzi felt that Brother Li San's safety was more important.

However, when he turned Brother Li San over, he was horrified to find that Brother Li San's eyes were wide open and he was silent.

Wang Si'er was stunned. After a while, he looked at the place on Li Sange's chest where blood was still gushing out. For some unknown reason, he reached in with his finger and pressed it.

A stream of blood gushed out, and a black thing also fell out. It turned out that this thing was what killed Brother Li San.

At this time, Wang Si'er looked up again and saw that his fellow villagers with their backs to him were falling down one after another. For the first time, he felt a tingling fear of the flashing red light and green smoke.

"Boom! Boom!" The sound of explosions continued. Before Wang Si'er could get up, he heard familiar cries. The fellow villagers who rushed forward all retreated, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

Wang Si'er shouted in fear and ran away after them.

Tian Yonglu was furious. He took out his big Guandao and blocked the way with a roar.

"Those who retreat will die, those who advance will live. I'm still here, what are you afraid of? Charge forward again!"

The militia looked at the martial arts master, General Tian, who usually could not be approached by three or five people, and seemed to have found their backbone. They immediately stopped and surrounded him to wait for instructions.

At the same time, Tian Yongluo's personal soldiers were also shouting, and the retreating troops quickly stabilized.

Tian Yongluo smiled triumphantly and was about to say something else when Wang Wuchu arrived at that moment and fired his five-barrel tiger squat cannon directly at the place where the militia was gathering.

With a bang, Tian Yongluo, who had escaped danger just now, was not so lucky this time. He was hit by an explosive bomb on the spot without even being able to scream.

The huge Guandao broke into three pieces at the explosion, and the blade flew more than ten meters away, directly piercing the unlucky guy through the heart.

The tall Tian Yongluo's upper body was torn apart by the explosion, and the flesh and skin on his black and bloody head flew off.

This great martial artist, skilled in archery and horsemanship, was killed by artillery fire after firing only five arrows and without even swinging a single sword.

(End of this chapter)