The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 494: Finished, here comes a more ruthless one
South of the Gobi Desert, Zhaowuda League, Chifeng City, on the banks of the Xibai River, the seat of Kalaqin Right Banner, the residence of the Zasakdoroduleng Prince of Kalaqin Right Banner.

In later generations, this place was called Wangyefu Town. It was the residence of the prince of Kalaqin Right Banner and the core location of the entire Zhaowuda League at that time.

Compared with the famous Khorchin Mongols in history, the Kharchin Mongols are actually not much inferior.

They had extremely close relations with the high-ranking Manchu bannermen, and marriages between the two sides even reached the point where they had to consider marrying close relatives.

The reason why Kalaqin Right Banner could become the leader of Zhaowuda League was that the Zasak Doroduleng Prince Latnasidi had a very close relationship with the Qing Dynasty. Historically, he would be conferred the title of prince in the following year, that is, in 1783.

"How could you do this? The Han people haven't even arrived yet, and you're already robbing your own people. Does the emperor feed all the rice, tea, oil, and salt he earns every year to dogs?
"Even if I'm feeding you dogs, I can still feed you till you're cooked!"

Prince Ratnasiti was extremely angry. Not only did he curse loudly, he also personally whipped some of his tabunangs, or small taijis, with a horsewhip, causing a group of people to hide in the meeting hall of the royal palace, creating a chaotic atmosphere.

Yongrong sat in the middle and knew that this was what Prince Latnasidi was doing for him to see. After all, the people from the three banners of Kalaqin Left, Middle and Right and the Ongniud Right Banner had gone too far in the capital.

This was certainly because Heshen and others exaggerated the situation and instigated the bannermen to drive out the Kharchin cavalry, and it was also because the Kharchin cavalry could not stop after they started looting.

However, after all, he still needed the support of these Mongolian relatives to gain a firm foothold. So when he saw that Prince Ratnasitdi seemed to be waving his whip vigorously but actually didn't hit many people, Yongrong had no choice but to come out to smooth things over.

Hit, hum! Hit your mother, if you really want to hit her, why don’t you let the guards do it?

"Prince, Prince, please give me some face. I am also responsible for the situation." Yongrong quickly spoke out to dissuade him.

Ratnashidi took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead, still pretending to be angry and said, "Fortunately, the Sixth Prince pleaded for you, otherwise I would have beaten you to death."

Yongrong claimed to be the regent, but Prince Ratnasiti only called him the Sixth Prince, which cast a shadow on Yongrong's heart.

Because not only he ran away, his eleventh brother Yongyan also ran to the territory of Chahar of the Bordered Yellow Banner.

Moreover, Yongyan and Yongxuan in Guanzhong are brothers from the same mother. No matter how you look at it, these two brothers have a better future than him, a prince who has been adopted.

Sure enough, after the beating, Prince Ratnasithi looked at Yongrong and asked a little too eagerly:
"Now the Han have fought back again. The Qing has retreated to the grasslands just like our former Yuan Dynasty. I wonder what Sixth Prince is going to do?"

Yongrong suppressed his displeasure and replied slowly, "Since ancient times, whether it was the Yuan Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, or the Xianbei, they all originated in the East and became stronger in the West.

This is even more so today. The western road is not only sparsely populated, but also covered with Gobi desert.

On the other hand, in the east, there are the Zhaowuda and Zherim Leagues where Kalachin, Horchin, Gorlos and other countries are located, with large populations and strong military forces.

Further east, there are still 100,000 Eight Banners outside the Great Wall. The situation is even better than when Emperor Taizu started his rebellion out of his seven great grievances.

This regent naturally has to establish himself in the East and deal with those Han people. If our ancestors bless us, we may even be able to attack Tumubao or Sarhu and make a comeback."

The muscles on Ratnasit's cheeks twitched when he heard this. How could a man like you who couldn't even hold the position of regent have the nerve to be on par with figures like Grand Tutor Yesen and Taizu Nurhaci?

If you really have such ability, you could have conquered ten or eight Sarhus when you controlled so many provinces in the Han area.

However, Ratnasitdi couldn't say anything, after all, these Mongols south of the desert were too deeply tied to the Qing Dynasty.

Besides, it was enough for the Mongols to be slaves to the Jurchens once. Do they have to be slaves to the Han people who have never been part of the grassland?
Yongxuan in Shaanxi and Gansu is too far away to be relied upon, but Yongrong at the moment can be considered a person with some appeal, so let's take it one step at a time.

As Ratnasi was speaking, he was about to change the title from Sixth Prince to Regent when he suddenly heard a scream of terror.

Ratnasit's face changed drastically. Without even calling the guards to ask about the situation, he walked out of the conference room.

He quickly passed through the reception hall and the sedan chair hall, but before he reached the ceremonial gate, Gongchukbalsang, the Doroberel of Kalaqin Left Banner, came crawling in.

"Prince, some strange cavalry have appeared from nowhere. They are armed with various muskets and spears and have already scattered our people outside. Please think of a solution quickly."

"Should we almost stop using bows and arrows and use more muskets, preferably a high-quality short gun!" Before Ratnasidi could say anything, Yongrong started howling.

"Yes, that's right!" Left-wing Beile Gunchuk Balsan nodded repeatedly, still with a lingering fear on his face.

Because just now his guard was dispersed by such a group of cavalry, and he fled back in panic.

"Go, go quickly, the Han people's Longxiang Guards Cavalry are coming!" Yongrong roared and ran to the place where the horses were tied outside the palace.

I'm fucking crazy!

Prince Ratnasit was stunned. Didn’t you just say that you were going to Tumubao and Sarhu? Now you want to run away without even seeing the shadow of the enemy?

Besides, others can run away, but how can he run away? His whole family is here, and he has an old mother in her seventies at home. Isn't it courting death to run away in such a chaotic situation?
"Duanzhu, seal the palace gates and have the guards go up to the city walls. The Han people don't have many cavalry to cross the border. We have hundreds of muskets, so we are not afraid of them. We just need to hold out until the other alliance flags come to support us."

Prince Ratnasithi called out loudly to his son Duanzhubusebuteng, and the guards of the palace hurriedly closed the gate.

Not long after, the prince on the palace wall saw the Han cavalry.

These are not just a few, but at least five thousand!
These cavalrymen wore black and red robes and iron helmets with bright red feathers on them. The horses they rode looked better than those on the grassland.

They ignored the palace and surrounded the fleeing Yongrong and the cavalry of Kalaqin Middle Banner, Kalaqin Left Banner and Ongniud Right Banner on three sides.

The prince watched with his own eyes as a group of more than 200 Han cavalrymen accurately blocked a mountain pass, then dismounted and formed a battle line. Two rounds of muskets hit more than a thousand fleeing Zhongyiqi cavalrymen, forcing them to fear moving forward.

Then, cavalrymen in shining armor arrived from behind and first fired a barrage of hand cannons at close range.

The central wing flag immediately fell into chaos, and many people began to run to both sides, but were then directly dispersed by a wave of cuirassier cavalry and fell into complete chaos.

It was fast, so damn fast, a few hundred cavalrymen defeated the more than a thousand cavalrymen of the Central Wing Flag in an instant.

"Cannons, they are pulling cannons with slow horses!" Suddenly, the prince's son Duanzhubusebuteng pointed to the front left and shouted in horror.

The Mongols had been away from the battlefield for too long, and they were basically destroyed by the Qing government with the Yellow Sect and the comfortable life.

At this time, they could only be described as an armed herder group, not an army, and even the armed herders were somewhat respectful of them.

At this point, they didn't even know how to fight a group fight, let alone a war.

The palace had only more than 200 muskets, not a single cannon, and they did not have the courage to fight outside the palace. So as long as the gate was blasted open by cannons, they would be almost finished.

Prince Ratnasithi watched all this with a cold body, and it was not until two three-pound field guns were aimed at his palace that the prince's knees went weak and he knelt down with a thud.

"General, Han general, please don't fire. I surrender, I surrender!" Well, under the threat of death, the prince completely forgot about the idea that the Mongols could not be slaves of the Qing Dynasty and then of the Han people. He now only wanted to survive, and that of his whole family.

Dong Jinfeng, the captain of the Huaibei Cavalry Regiment, curled his lips. How come the Mongols were even more corrupt than the Bannermen? There was hardly any fighting, and they were just running around and surrendering.

"Song Chundong, you take a hundred men to guard this palace, and the rest of you will attack with me. We must at least capture Chifeng City before returning."

Dong Jinfeng left half a company to surround the palace, and then continued to command the soldiers to pursue, "Show no mercy, kill them ruthlessly, kill them until their courage is broken, and make their legs tremble at the mere mention of our names."

. . . .

Zhili, Shuntian Prefecture, Yongqing County.

While heads of people were being slaughtered along the Xibai River, a bloody drama was unfolding at the home of Yongxiang, a bannerman in Yongxin County.

The protagonist of the play is still not Yongxiang, but his son Baosheng who has returned from the battlefield, and Zhao San, a Han farmer who has had an affair with his daughter-in-law.

In the past, this would not be a melodrama, but Zhao San would have been thrown into prison and beaten half to death by the Yongqing County Magistrate, and then reported to the court, waiting to be executed in the autumn.

You, a penniless man, dare to sleep with a Banner woman and snatch her wife from the man of the Unara clan of the Bordered White Banner. Not only will I kill you, but your whole family will be in trouble.

But now, the situation has changed again. The men with only one penny have become valuable, while the once high-ranking bannermen have become worthless. Instead, bannermen widows have to curry favor with Han men.

More and more people gathered outside Yongxiang's house. Zhao San, who was originally a little dull, gradually became confident after being encouraged by a large number of Han young men.

Among these Han bachelors in Hebei, especially those around Shuntian Prefecture, many of them cultivated the land of the Bannermen.

They all hoped that when the emperor distributed the bannermen's land to them, he would also "seize" the bannermen women they had hooked up with.

Therefore, they are now very united. When they heard that the man Zhao San found was a bannerman, people from all over the place came to support Zhao San.

On Baosheng's side, some young and strong bannermen also came. They were all brothers who escaped death with Baosheng.

These bannermen from the Jianrui Camp and the Vanguard Camp were all armed with sharp weapons and had fierce glares in their eyes. If a fight really broke out, the twenty or so farmers on the opposite side who were used to digging for food in the fields would really be no match for them.

"Baosheng, you did it. No one bullies people like this. You're back, but you're still monopolizing your wife. There's no such thing as this in the world."

"Yes, Baosheng, just say the word. As long as you say it, we brothers will risk our lives to stab this little slave to death!"

Baosheng took a breath and looked at the woman in front of him. He had known her since they were a few years old and she had given birth to a son for him, but she suddenly became very strange to him. He was speechless for a long time.

There were originally two brothers in their family. The elder brother Paul died in Jinchuan and Dajinchuan. Among the three half-grown boys who followed his father Yongxiang that day, only the youngest one was his.

The older Fude and Fubao are his brother's sons and his nephews.

"You really won't come with me?" Baosheng was silent for a long time, then asked bitterly, "I'm a rebel on the battlefield, and you can still have a good life with me."

His wife looked at Baosheng for a moment, and although tears were streaming down her face, she shook her head firmly.

"I don't want to follow you anymore. I don't want to be frightened anymore. I don't want you to die in the wilderness like everyone else. I just want to live a good life."

"Damn it, bitch, kill her, kill her!" Hearing Baosheng's wife say this, the surrounding banner men cried out in humiliation.

Baosheng also trembled all over, but soon he waved his hands, turned around and shouted loudly to several of his fellow bannermen:
"Why are you killing us? What's the point of killing us? Don't you know how we can survive?
This is the sin committed by our ancestors, and the descendants are just paying it back!

You all must keep your lives for His Majesty. Only by performing meritorious deeds can you bring your families back from Southeast Asia!"

The reason why Baosheng is still alive and can move freely now is not only because he surrendered on the battlefield and was extremely superstitious, but also because he has the merits left by several generations of his family who fought in the Western Regions.

Mo Zibu's current policy is very clear. If an ordinary bannerman wants to escape punishment, it depends on whether he has made any merits.

So where does this credit come from? Basically it must come from the Western Regions.

Some of the family members contributed to the suppression of the Hui rebellion, or had relatives who settled in Dihua, Ili, Kulkala Usu, Kashgar, Horgun (Jambu, Kazakhstan), the Ili River, the Kukula Usu River (a tributary of Lake Balkhash), and other places.

At the same time, if you are willing to go to the Western Regions to make meritorious deeds, all your sins will be wiped out, and you can even be incorporated into the Dayu army and rewarded for your meritorious service.

This is exactly what happened to Baosheng, and so are the bannermen behind him.

So when they heard Baosheng say this, these bannermen who had escaped death fell silent.

At this time, Baosheng looked at his wife and said, "Fude is now able to ride a horse and wield a sword. I will take him away to serve the Emperor. You take good care of Fubao and Fugui, and let them take the surname Zhao."

After saying this, Baosheng couldn't hold back his tears and started to shed them. He then said to Yongxiang, the old bannerman beside him:
"Father, the Emperor, out of pity for your military exploits in the Blackwater Camp, has specially asked Heshen and the others to find a place for you all to live in the city, and to provide you with a monthly stipend of rice. You can retire in the capital from now on."

After hearing this, Yongxiang didn't show any joy at all. Instead, he slumped down on the ground and muttered in a voice that only he could hear:

"It's over, it's over, now that Qianlong is gone, here comes the even more ruthless Guangzhong!

He wants to take us old bones as hostages and send all the fighting bannermen to the battlefield to die without a burial place!"

Yongxiang guessed correctly, but there was no reward.

According to the opinions in Heshen's memorial to Mo Zibu, there were 170,000 bannermen in the entire Zhili, 100,000 of whom were women and more than 70,000 men of all ages.

Among them, more than 30,000 widows and unmarried women under the age of 35 and over the age of 15 will be distributed.

Han people like Zhao San, who have established a fait accompli, have no chance of directly accepting the wives and land of the bannermen. In the future, they can only develop the Northeast.

The land of Zhili and the widows of the bannermen must be left to the soldiers now and in the future who will fight for the emperor in his campaigns.

Among them, the two to three thousand Banner women with the best physical conditions will go to Southeast Asia to alleviate the situation in Southeast Asia where it is difficult to find Han women.

The rest of the bannermen, young and old, had to have a male in their family who could fight for the emperor in order to avoid being imprisoned.

They would be sentenced to exile, hard labor and other punishments because of the sins of their ancestors, but the punishment would not be carried out immediately. Their relatives would need to fight to the death to atone for their sins until they were released.

The remaining several thousand bannermen with decent fighting power were all incorporated into an army similar to that of a prostitute. In the future, when Shaanxi and Gansu were recovered and the Western Regions were pacified, they would be the vanguard of the Xing Tang Army.

(End of this chapter)