The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 633: The Japanese Fight the Mao Bear

In fact, early summer is not a good time to march north of the Greater Khingan Range, but the Russians have no choice.

Because according to past experience, if we wait another two months, until the temperature rises to 17 or 18 degrees Celsius by the end of June, it will be easier to march, but the direction of the monsoon will also change.

The north wind blowing from the extremely cold land died down, and the tail of the trade wind from the southeast began to sweep north of Temple Street.

If we attack at this time, the Khitans' large ships can transport troops and supplies to Xinwan Town continuously.

By then, let alone 6,000 people, even if you have 12,000 people, you won’t be able to capture that small fortress on the seaside.

This is also the reason why Major General Nikolsky "reluctantly" took only 30%, because the Russians only had this window of time to try to remove this key stronghold established by the Khitans north of the Greater Khingan Range.

Fu Kang'an was not far from the main force of the Russian army. He stood on a hidden hillside and watched the Russians struggling forward in the mud through a telescope.

Although the Wu River provided them with transportation, the Russians failed to capture able-bodied men from tribes like Fukangan, resulting in a shortage of boats and labor.

Therefore, artillery, food and other supplies could only be placed on board, while soldiers and most livestock had to walk with their considerable personal belongings on their backs.

The land by the river is particularly moist. In this season when the permafrost is thawing, if you step in, the mud will cover your ankles.

This made the march extremely difficult and slow, causing the fleet transporting supplies on the river to stop and go, waiting for the main force to catch up.

Fukangan raised his hand. He really wanted to give an order to the warriors of his tribe to rush down and kill the few Rakshasa soldiers on the boats while they were waiting for the infantry behind them at the river bend. Then he would sink the boats, burn the food, and throw the cannons into the river.

Fu Kang'an was confident that he could finish all these tasks before the main force of the Russian soldiers arrived, and he could even retreat calmly without losing too many men.

But in the end, he endured it.

Because he did not have the ability to defeat the main force of Rakshasa, he did not even dare to meet them, because the thousand people he mobilized had less than a hundred muskets of various types and basically no armor.

Not only were the Rakshasa people much better equipped than him, but those Rakshasa soldiers, who were made up of long-time bandits, thieves, and murderers, were not to be trifled with.

"The Russians are in a panic. They are afraid of Dayu!" Fukangan said calmly after regaining his senses.

"Their only truly capable general in the Eastern Xianbei Wasteland was Major General Ivan Andreevich Ram of Okhotsk, and this Major General Nikolsky is no match for Major General Ram.

But the Rakshasas couldn't wait even a month, preferring to appoint a mediocre general and launch an attack in early April (in the lunar calendar).

"Perhaps they can wait until next year, or even the year after," a young bannerman asked. "The Luosha people have almost no advantage in terms of time, location, or people. Why are they still launching an attack?"

"Because they can't wait any longer." Fu Kang'an explained in a low voice, "The Luosha people's strategy in the Eastern Xianbei Icefield is to destroy our main food source for survival while strictly restricting food trade.

After we are almost starving to death, we will occupy the valuable land that is already scarce on this ice field.

At the same time, the various furs, antlers and other specialties produced in this ice field have always been an important source of income for the Luosha people. The annual trade volume with Tangshan is as high as more than 800,000 silver yuan.

These 800,000 silver dollars are the reason why the Luosha people can attract people from their homeland to continue to move eastward. At the same time, the Luosha people also need these silver dollars to buy sugar, tea, wine, flour and other supplies from the Han caravans. "

"I understand!" The young general nodded suddenly, "But now the Han people have arrived. They are driving large ships and setting up trading posts all over the Eastern Xianbei Icefield. This has effectively broken the Luosha people's strategy of exterminating us.

At the same time, we are also selling a large amount of fur to the Han people. Although the amount is not large at present, if the Luosha people cannot control the situation, they will lose a large part of this source of income in a few years."

Fukangan laughed. After retreating to the north of Greater Khingan Range over the years, and even when he was in Heilongjiang, he had suffered a lot from the Russians.

Among the more than 3,000 people who followed him, few were killed by the Han people, but at least 500 to 600 were killed by the Russians' sneak attacks.

This made Fukang'an extremely disgusted with the Russians, and his mentality began to change dramatically.

After laughing, Fukangan patted the shoulder of the young general beside him, pointed to the huge red, white and blue tricolor flag in the distance and said:
"At least half of the benefits of the Rakshasa in the entire Irkutsk Governorate were taken by the top princes and ministers.

If Dayu did this, the people below might not suffer much loss, but the governor and the admirals of the military towns in various places would definitely not be able to bear it.

Every day they delay is costing them a fortune, so they can't afford to wait a few more years before launching a war."

"They can't wait any longer," Lebao interjected, "these Russians have spies among the Mongols.

They knew that Chen Zhongtang of the Northeast Envoy had already put the Northeast in order. If they waited any longer, the number of Han people in Xinwan Town would probably be not four hundred, but four thousand."

Hearing Lebao say this, Fukangan suddenly showed a very emotional expression, and after a while he said slowly: "This situation is very similar to the Qing Dynasty in the past.

If he had not taken the initiative to seek war, the current emperor could have stayed safely in Beihe, stirring up the hearts of the people with the righteousness of China, and luring Chinese heroes with the benefits of Southeast Asia.

He was born in Guangdong, and his maternal grandfather was a famous hero in Guangdong, so his reputation was well-founded. Therefore, once the Han flag is raised, it will not take a year for all Han people in the world to know that Zhu Yuanzhang has appeared. Our defeat is inevitable, it is only a matter of time.

Therefore, the best option is to gather the best troops in the world and destroy them with lightning speed. Even if the soldiers of the three armies have not yet recovered from the battles of Jinchuan, they have no choice but to force their way south.

When Lebao heard Fukangan say this, cold sweat immediately broke out on his head. "My Lord, it's fate. The Qing Dynasty is gone, and we have to survive. Don't talk about this anymore."

Fu Kang'an smiled bitterly, looking at Le Bao and the hundreds of bannermen who had followed him from Beijing all the way to the north of the Greater Khingan Range, and said slowly:
"From today on, there will be no more Bannermen in the world. We are the result of the decline of the Han people. Today, the Han people are strong, and that is the time for us Bannermen to disappear. From now on, you should all consider yourselves to be Han people.

If the emperor can give me Han identity, I will live well.

If you don't give me any, I'll grant you some small official title. You can just be a chieftain in this icy land and multiply and prosper."

After saying this, Fukang'an waved his hand and asked the remaining bannermen under his command to disperse. Then he turned around and took the letter handed to him by his brother Mingde.

This was written by Chen Guangyao, the Prime Minister of the Northeast, to Fu Kang'an on his own orders, and it briefly described the action plan and arrangements of the Northeast Army.

"This is another test!" Fu Kang'an looked at Mingde and said, "It seems that I can't change my surname to Fu for the time being. Don't rush to shave off your golden rat tail."

Mingde laughed heartily, "In the past, it was extremely difficult for Han people to raise their flags, and it is naturally impossible for outsiders to enter Han today.

Moreover, we Bannermen are much better than others. We are just living on the edge of a knife like our ancestors.

Those Koreans and Japanese who wanted to become Han Chinese would have to spend almost an entire generation as slaves before their descendants would have a chance.”

After saying this, Mingde was still a little worried. He took a breath and looked at Fukang'an, "Your mother and Yi are still waiting for you in Beijing."

Fu Kang'an smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother. As long as the emperor likes me, I am willing to be his dog."

. . . .

April 1789, 4, was the 26th year of Emperor Guangzhong's reign in the Great China, originally the th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, and the second day of the fourth month in the lunar calendar.

The temperature around Xinwan Town was still around five degrees. The Russian army, who were cold and hungry all the way, finally arrived fifteen kilometers west of Xinwan Town. Major General Nikolsky immediately ordered to set up camp.

The reason why they did not drive directly to the city of Xinwan was not only because the Russian army wanted to establish a logistics support base here, but also because the Russian army had been on a long journey for six days and was tired, hungry and cold. Most of them were covered in mud like beggars.

If you go there like this, those who know will understand that you are coming to attack Xinwan Town, while those who don’t know will think that you are going to Xinwan Town to beg for food.

In the Russian camp, the gray animals complained loudly.

Although they can endure hardships, they are not perverts who insist on enduring hardships. They have been tortured terribly along the way, and now they are surrounding the tents of officers at all levels and making a commotion.

Major General Nikolsky was also very tired. His tent had just been set up. The Buryat slave girl brought from Yakutsk had already spread the soft bear skin on the temporary bed, and the fire had just been brought in.

The major general groaned in pain. He really didn't want to go out and appease those 'lowly animals'. All he wanted was to eat a bowl of hot potato stew and then have a good sleep.

"Master, those people didn't dare to cause trouble in front of your tent, which means their demands are not high. Why don't you get some meat and vegetables to send them away? Consider it your great mercy."

Fortunately, Major General Nikolsky's steward, who was also his army's quartermaster, was very familiar with the situation and quickly came up with a perfect solution.

The major general nodded quickly and said, "Okay, Nicholas, go down and make arrangements. Some of the horses are dying, so kill them and share the meat."

After several hours of clamoring, the muddy Rakshasa soldiers finally ate a bowl of horse meat, various beans, and a little salt, stewed into a thin, sticky mess. The horse meat was fishy, smelly, and a little tough, while the beans were stewed to the point of being almost invisible to the naked eye. But the Rakshasa soldiers were delighted and devoured the food with gusto.

"Eat quickly. After you finish eating, we still need to set up the tent. If you don't want to freeze to death, hurry up."

The officer shouted and cursed loudly, "Well, the tents that a group of Russian soldiers had worked hard for a long time to build on the ground heated by the campfire were for the officers."

But now it was beginning to get dark, and they had not yet started to build their own.

It was not until midnight that these Rakshasa soldiers finally managed to build a shack with some rags and branches.

Dozens of huts were gathered around a fire, and some heat could be felt. The soldiers huddled together tightly, relying mainly on their body heat to get through the cold night.

"boom!"

Just then, a violent explosion was heard from the riverside.

Because the riverside was wet, the Russian army camped on a relatively dry high ground, not close to the river.

"Hurry, hurry up, the 37th Regiment will be dispatched immediately. We can't let the enemy destroy our ships." The officer roared loudly and whipped people from shack to shack, his face full of anxiety.

Because we were busy setting up camp today, we haven't had time to transfer all the supplies ashore. Most of them are still on the boats on the river, and we must not lose them.

The poor grey animals had only slept for half an hour when they were forced to get up again.

Many people even wake up suddenly because they are too tired, their minds are in a mess and they can't even tell the directions.

This raid was suggested by Fu Kang'an and led personally by Qian Liangzhang, the prince of Matsumae domain. The Japanese dwarfs, who were as hardworking and persevering as gray animals, rushed from Xinwan Town at night with huge backpacks on their backs.

Their backpacks were filled with explosives and grenades. Although they marched all night, their morale was high.

The first batch of Russian soldiers who were urged by officers to come to support were dizzy and dazed. Before they could react, they were knocked down by the explosion and retreated in panic.

At the same time, the Russian troops left behind in the fleet also started a fierce exchange of fire with the soldiers of the Matsumae domain.

In the pitch-black night, neither side could see each other clearly and could only rely on the flash of gunfire and the dim moonlight to shoot at each other based on their feelings.

During the fierce battle, the second batch of Russian soldiers sent over were beaten back, but they also caused certain casualties to the soldiers of Matsumae clan.

Fortunately, at this time, the feudal soldiers who went to raid the boats on the river rushed to the vicinity of several large ships. A samurai who was shot in the abdomen howled and rushed directly into the cabin with two buckets of kerosene.

Then the warrior outside shot a rocket into the cabin with a distorted face, and threw two bundles of bombs over.

A violent explosion was heard, and a large Russian ship carrying at least fifty tons caught fire, the flames illuminating the entire night sky.

The third wave of Russian troops arrived, and with the light from the burning large ships, both sides could see each other clearly.

"It's too dark, don't use bullets, soldiers, charge!" A captain shouted and rushed forward with his command knife raised.

"Huraa, Huraa!" The Russian soldiers also howled loudly, raised their bayonets and started running.

"Baka!" Qian Liangzhang was only in his twenties. He cursed loudly in a fit of rage, drew out his samurai sword, and led the charge forward.

"Board! Board!" When the warriors saw that the young master had rushed out, they dared not delay any longer and rushed forward directly in their excitement.

It has to be said that the Japanese people's physique provides them with the best cover.

The relatively tall Russian soldiers did not pay much attention to the Matsumae clan soldiers rushing towards them with samurai swords almost as tall as them.

Because these little dwarfs look easy to deal with.

But they soon suffered a great loss. Although the soldiers of the Matsumae clan were short, their legs were as fast as if they were equipped with electric motors.

They rushed down the hillside, rolled and jumped a few times to get close to the Russians, and slashed at their hairy legs and stomachs with their sharp samurai swords.

The leading captain was surrounded by three warriors and was quickly knocked to the ground with swords and knives.

Most of the more than 40 Russian soldiers who followed him in the initial charge were instantly injured and could only fight and retreat.

However, the Russian army was not a pushover. In the light of the fire, a lieutenant colonel came to the battlefield. When he saw that the Russian army in front was stuck, he immediately chose to abandon these unlucky guys and quickly established a line in the second row.

Fortunately, Qian Liangzhang finally regained some of his sanity at this time. He knew that he could not use a samurai sword to charge into the sword formation, so he quickly controlled the samurai of the Matsumae clan.

Upon seeing this, the Russian lieutenant colonel immediately ordered the Russian line infantry to advance and fired nearly a hundred muskets indiscriminately, instantly knocking down seven or eight people from the Matsumae clan.

Qian Liangzhang's eyes turned red with anger. He gritted his teeth and ordered a retreat and to form a battle line at the back.

Now it was the Russian army's turn to go crazy. They shouted "Ula Ula" and rushed up again, attempting hand-to-hand combat.

But Qian Liangzhang had thirty rifles given by Chen Guangyao, which had fast loading speed, long range and high accuracy. Before the Russian soldiers could get close, more than a dozen of them were knocked down immediately.

However, the Russian army was very large in number, while the Matsumae clan only sent more than a hundred people. Although more than a dozen Russian soldiers were knocked down, they were not seriously injured and were able to continue the charge.

The Matsumae clan had fewer people and although they suffered many casualties, they could only use their weapon advantage to fight and retreat.

The two sides continued to fight for half an hour. Fifty or sixty Russian soldiers fell. The loss was so great that they finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Qian Liangzhang was also sweating profusely at the violent fighting style of the Russian army. If the numbers were equal, he really wanted to go up and fight a big battle, but the enemy was estimated to have six or seven hundred people, so he didn't dare to think about it.

So, taking advantage of the fact that the Russian army's morale was slightly exhausted, Qian Liangzhang decisively chose to withdraw his troops.

The Russian army was also worried about supplies and did not choose to pursue in the dim vision.

In this night battle, the Matsumae clan burned two Russian ships and killed or wounded more than 100 Russian soldiers.

But he also realized that the Russian army was not a pushover. Crown Prince Qian Liangzhang also knew that rushing in for hand-to-hand combat would be a mistake, and he had a new assessment of the Russian army's combat effectiveness.

The Russian army also had a shadow in their hearts about the upcoming war. They found some clues from the killed Matsumae samurai.

Is Xinwan Town really just a trading post?
Major General Nikolsky naturally could not stay in the tent at this time. He was wearing a fur coat and poking a dying warrior prisoner with a saber.

"Ask him who they are and how many there are of them?"

A Buryat Mongol next to Major General Nikolsky immediately began asking questions in stuttering Chinese.

What a coincidence, this is not a Han Chinese, but a samurai from the Matsumae domain, and a samurai who cannot speak Chinese.

The two sides were talking at cross purposes, and the translator broke out in a sweat. "Damn it! How come the Chinese they speak is so different from what those Shanxi people say? I can't understand a word!"

The Buryat fool thought that there was something wrong with his Chinese or that he was not skilled enough, but in fact the dying warrior was muttering in Japanese.

But fortunately, he didn't understand, and neither did the other translators and Major General Nikolsky, so he gritted his teeth.

"General, he keeps cursing and won't say anything."

Wow, even though it was just a random guess, I actually got it right.

Major General Nikolsky remained silent. He had begun to feel that the people in Xinwan Town were all soldiers.

But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. The major general waved his hand with a gloomy face.

"Kill him. Don't let the soldiers discuss these situations too much, so as not to affect morale."

(End of this chapter)