Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 63
Chapter 63. People who eat melons

"Your Majesty, your enemy does not look as stupid as you describe."

When Fukang'an was observing the positions of the Ming army.

The Ming army also has a steady stream of reports about the mobilization of the Qing army.

Napoleon looked at the opponent's information passed in his hand and said.

"The general who led the army was named Fukang'an, and he was one of the most capable generals under Qianlong."

Zhu Daohua pouted.

"So the other party is certainly not an idiot."

"The opponent seems to be very cautious, and there is no rush to take advantage of the superiority of troops."

Napoleon laughed.

"It seems that Yu'er has already bit the hook, but this is not enough. The opponent only pushed his army of less than [-] to the gambling table, and what so-called regiment training, they should be the local landlords in Guangdong, right? "

"That's right, it would be nice if they all pressed out together."

Zhu Daohua said.

"To be honest, they have too much land under their hands. If they surrendered when I first arrived, I really don't know how to deal with it."

"This cannot be solved militarily. This is a political issue, my lord."

Zhu Daohua rubbed his forehead.

He hasn't slept well these days.

Now the battle of Guangdong has reached a critical moment.

Both sides are already at the poker table.

Start betting on the chips.
How much can you win in the end.

No one can predict.

The Qing army from Guangzhou City and the Ming army on the Pearl River just faced each other ten miles apart.

The terrain of Guangdong basically belongs to the Pearl River Delta Plain surrounded by mountains on three sides,

The terrain around Guangzhou is relatively flat.

Therefore, both sides can see the movement of the enemy on the opposite side from the watchtower of the camp.

at the same time.

After the sun had just risen the next day.

Guangdong people from surrounding Dongguan, Shunde, Zengcheng and other places rushed to the south bank of the Pearl River opposite Huangpu to watch the excitement that could not be kept up for hundreds of years.

The terrain on the south bank is slightly lower, but there are some small hills on the bank, which will not delay the line of sight.

Guangdong in February is the time when spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

These days are again sunny with very high visibility.

It is really very suitable for watching the excitement.

After the sun came out in the morning to dispel the fog on the surface of the Pearl River.

People on the south bank can clearly see the barracks on the south bank where the two sides are facing each other.

"Why is the Ming army barracks so small?"

"There are few people."

"Such a few people dare to rush to Huangpu, what a hero!"

"Fighting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, aren't they all heroes from the Tiandihui?"

The common people talked and pointed.

For the people.

They don't really care about who wins or loses—whether the emperor's surname is Zhu or Aixinjueluo, he still farms and receives food.

It makes no difference.

But for the local rich in Guangdong.

They have to care about this war.

These clans who hold a large amount of land in their hands and also have a large number of scholars in the clan will make a mistake if they stand in this battle between the Ming and Qing Dynasties that seems to be quite disparate in strength.

The consequences are quite serious.

In particular, they were forced to become regimental trainers of the Qing Dynasty, and the young and strong of the clan were dragged to the suburbs of Guangzhou.

If one is not careful, it will be the end of death and family extermination.

So although Fukang'an urged these local rich men in Guangdong to bring their young men with them.

But most people are just dawdling, dawdling, waiting for the Ming and Qing armies to confront each other.

Most of the clan regiments only brought a small number of young adults to the suburbs of Guangzhou to deal with errands.

Now these local tyrants have also sent people to the south bank to watch the battle.

Whoever wins, who they help.

"Isn't this number too small?"

A thin young man frowned and said.

"Brother Fang, the number of the army under the King's command is a little small, but all of them are heroes who can stand up to ten. Back then, King Ming's army of 20 defeated [-] Liu's rebels and the coalition forces of Borneo!"

The one who was talking was a young man in a gray cloth robe and a melon cap.

"Luo Qianhu, is King Ming's army really so elite?"

"Elite or not, you just look at it!"

The young man called Luo Qianhu is named Luo Jiangong, and he is a descendant of the Luo family in Lanfang.

Now it is Daming Jinyiwei Qianhu, the task of coming to Guangdong this time is to contact the local Tiandihui heroes in Guangdong.

"Brother Fang" is named Fang Ke.

It was Fang Ke who opened a medical management gym and martial arts gym in Zhaoqing, known as Zhaoqing Iron Hand Fang.

He has a lot of background.

His father's name was Fang Meiyu.

He also had an uncle named Fang Shiyu who died young.

Fang Shiyu and Fang Meiyu are among the "Shaolin Ten Tigers" in Guangdong.

Southern Shaolin was destroyed by the Qing army during the Shunzhi period, and its disciples were scattered in Guangdong.

Many Shaolin disciples are associated with the Heaven and Earth Association.

The Fang family is no exception.

Although the Fang family in Zhaoqing did not open an altar.

But the Tiandi Synagogue and Fang's family in Guangdong have met each other.

Besides.

The Fang family can be regarded as a big family in Zhaoqing, and has some relationship with some big clans in Guangdong.

It can be regarded as both black and white.

It is the key contact of Jin Yiwei who sneaked into Guangdong.

Tie Shoufang stared at the Sun and Moon banner flying in front of him.

But my heart is crying.

Crying against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty every day is just a tradition of people from all walks of life in the halls of heaven and earth.

To be honest, I want to devote myself to the rebellious cause of anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty.

Proprietors with families and property like Tie Shoufang are not very willing.

The risk is too great.

But he didn't dare to offend Jin Yiwei.

In Guangdong, there are also many halls of Tiandihui who are joining forces to respond to King Ming's call and raise troops against the Qing Dynasty.

Among them, those who have the background of the White Lotus Sect are the most active.

The congregants attracted by the White Lotus Sect are basically low-level people.

It was originally very energetic for rebellion.

The White Lotus Sect had already appeared in the Southern Song Dynasty.

However, it seems that a lot of changes have taken place in the Qing Dynasty.

One of the biggest changes was the influence of anti-Qing and Fuming ideas.

The slogan also became "White lotus blooms, Maitreya is born, sun and moon come back, King Ming is born".

Now King Ming really led his troops across the sea.

How could the incense masters of the White Lotus Sect from all over the world not take this opportunity to publicize "The Birth of the Ming King" to attract the congregation and strengthen their strength.

Of course Fang Ke didn't believe in the "birth of King Ming".

And there is no sign of the Great Qing Dynasty dying now.

It even looks quite powerful.

A few years ago, all the Zhungeer tribes were slaughtered.

In Taiwan, some heroes from the Tiandihui rebelled.

It was also quickly suppressed.

There were no big waves at all.

Now King Ming occupies only Lantau Island in the mainland.
How to fight against the rich Qing Dynasty?
Fang Ke, who was crying in his heart, planned to run away.

But he looked at Luo Jiangong's waist fearfully.

Fang Shiyu's nephew is naturally very good at fighting, otherwise he wouldn't have been nicknamed "Tie Shou Fang" at a young age in the world.

Let's talk about the two sides talking about boxing skills.

That Fang Ke has full confidence to defeat the opponent.

But
There may be a short-barreled gun on the waist of the opponent, and a short blade on the boot on the calf.

No matter how good Fang Ke's fist and kick skills are.

Being shot with a gun and slashed with a knife, I am afraid that I will blow the lamp and pull out the wax.
Just now.

The drums sounded suddenly.

"coming!"

The two craned their necks and looked across the river.

(End of this chapter)