Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 515 The Three Musketeers

"attack!"

Amidst the passionate drumming, Li Dingguo waved his command saber and strode forward, carrying the flag, and the soldiers of the Qi Qi Division also walked with bayonets, but the howling stray bullets were like raindrops. Flying over and advancing more than a dozen steps, several people in the front row had already fallen down. Looking at the Dutch East India Company flag and the annoying mound in the distance, Li Dingguo had to wave his sword.

"Stop advancing, shoot on the spot!"

Most of them are still muskets now, and they are still far from the large-scale use of rifles during the American Civil War. The attacking beggar infantry can only squat down on the spot, complete three rounds of shooting, and then retreat.

His face was blackened by cannon fodder, and he brought back the infantry in a dejected manner. Looking back at the battlefield, Li Dingguo couldn't help spitting.

"damn it!"

The current situation on the battlefield is rather interesting. The mercenaries of the Dutch East India Company are now "surrounded" by the beggar army. It was firmly caught in the middle, but the walnut shell was a bit harder. Every time it was defended with a solid barrier, it fought against the Qing army, the peasant army, and the official army. Now the beggar army has also suffered from its own proud tactics. Twelve hours before the start of the battle, these Dutchmen dug three circular trenches on the spot, protected themselves in them, and then defended them with matchlock guns and eagle cannons. There is no way.

In fact, if you fight really hard, you can still fight it if you spend thousands of lives in a large-scale charge, it's not worth it!Now going deep into the inland is the territory of the begging army. The Dutch are going deep alone, and they don’t have a large cavalry like the Jiannu, and they will surround him to death. If so many sergeants die under such circumstances, it is estimated that the chief of staff , the two teachers will be the end.

"Order General Li Dingguo to stop the attack!"

Looking at the battle with a telescope at the back, Zhang Huangyan also shook his head with a headache, and then said annoyedly: "Tell Mr. Bayintu, let him keep an eye on the government, and don't let any red-haired fan escape. !"

The winning ticket is still in his own hands. Sleepiness, hunger, and thirst have tortured these little punks to death. After ordering the messengers to set off, Zhang Huangyan yelled strangely while carrying the binoculars.

"Forcibly send a wave of death, what is the plan?"

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When the front line is fighting fiercely, the rear is also in a state of emergency.

Now Song Qingshu has imported nearly 40 people here. Compared with the tens of millions of people in Taiwan in later generations, these people are like sesame seeds on sesame seeds, very few, but for this big island that has been empty for thousands of years, But it was simply earth-shaking.

Here is a completely blank sheet of paper, Song Qingshu can wipe it as he wants, the town color of the small peasant economy of the Ming Dynasty cannot be found here, and there is no family of landlords, the biggest landlord is Song Qingshu, and the biggest gang is West India In the company, countless employees who have been fooled are like ants in a hive, diligently creating wealth and making contributions to the West India Company.

However, Song Qingshu fooled them here, but hoped that they would stay here and take care of the home, the most basic social unit to cultivate farms, and after the construction of towns that gather industries such as sugar factories, textile factories, and canning factories, various living facilities will also begin. One by one, the most basic hospitals, clothing stores, and food stores began to appear in several newly built towns, and then barbershops and large baths appeared.

Many of the reclamation employees who came here were young people, so they naturally had some needs. The West India Company had to open a matchmaker shop to match people. Song Qingshu realized the greatest welfare of his predecessors on this land. , organize to introduce objects, send daughters-in-law, and in order to hold weddings, some temples, churches, and big hotels came into being again.

In one year, the Taiwan Strait has been built quite prosperously, and there is quite a rudimentary form of urban life in later generations.

But where there are people, there are always all kinds of troubles.

"Help!"

"Don't be impulsive, I warn you, we have to declare! Let go of Dean Yu'er!"

Chiayi Hospital, which was busy at first, is now in a mess like a pot of porridge. A large group of doctors and nurses are surrounded by the door of the ward on the third floor, all shouting in horror. In the ward, Yu'er, who is wearing a white coat, has a pale face and a thick pair of legs. Her slender neck was clamped between her arms, and the owner of the arm was holding a sharp knife in his right hand, pointing out nervously and shouting.

"Don't come in, I'll kill her if I come in!"

"You have something to say! You have something to say! We will agree to whatever conditions you have!"

Dean Chen, who is in his 50s outside, is sweating profusely on his bald forehead. Yu'er is the marshal's darling daughter, and she is also the captain of the medical inspection sent by Yingtian Hospital to guide the construction of the local hospital. She is even more of an idol. Singer, the goddess in the minds of the soldiers, if she wants to do something good or bad here, Chen Yuanzi doubts that his head can be screwed off by the commander and kicked as a ball.

"Get out of the way, let me out!"

"Yes, yes, everyone back up! What about you, back up!"

After being an old Chinese doctor for decades, Dean Chen is not lacking in understanding. He responded with his mouth, but delayed with his hands. Under his chaotic reprimand, the nurses and patients surrounded outside not only did not disperse, On the contrary, it became even more chaotic, and the door was blocked tightly.

However, listening to the anxious yelling of the gangsters in the room, old Chinese medicine doctor Chen was still nervous and kept mumbling.

Why hasn't this god come here yet?

In fact, while he was talking, the so-called god catcher had arrived.

Outside the window of the third-floor hospital, a boy with a long ponytail and a long knife on his back, and a dark-looking but rather stocky soldier were holding two drainpipes and climbing up with difficulty.

Nowadays, glass technology is popular in this sea, and the shop facilities in towns are basically equipped with glass windows, but now Song Qingshu can't burn large pieces of glass, all of which are small square pieces of glass with a wooden frame mosaic, which is difficult to climb. Climbing to the top and taking a glance inside, Song Yongzhong nodded helplessly to Zheng Sen on the other side.

Bang~ The glass windows that could sell for several taels in the mainland were shattered by such a fist, and there was a sudden sound, which made the gangster inside turn his head subconsciously. The shadowy Zheng Sen did not know when he came around behind him, and also shot.

The scabbard hit his swung right hand, and the sharp knife flew out of the door, cutting off the last two hairs on Dean Chen's forehead. The gangster subconsciously squatted down in pain, and Yu'er took the opportunity to break free After coming out, at almost the same moment, Zheng Sen kicked back and rounded, just right on the gangster's head, causing the man in his 40s to fly out.

With a flash of the long knife, Zheng Sen, who was afraid of hurting Yu'er, finally drew the knife out of its sheath. Almost at the same time, Song Yongzhong, who ignored the blood on his hands, also jumped in from the window, and put two revolvers on the man's head. It was about to give him a firecracker, but at this moment, Yu'er screamed again.

"Don't kill him!"

As if by magic, the killers of the two were fixed there. Who knew this time, among the nurses and patients outside, a guy in a tuxedo with a little yellow hair rushed in, facing the paralyzed man The gangster who was kicked was slapped in the face.

"You dare to kidnap Miss Yu'er, let you dare to attack a lady, you lowly thief, thief, Miss Yu'er, don't worry, with me, William, no one will dare to touch you!"

Looking at this angry foreign friend, Song Yongzhong and Zheng Sen were speechless.

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The front is tight and the rear is tight. Li Dingguo was beaten in the Zhuoshui River, but this restaurant in Chiayi County is still so lively, and it is lively according to the order of Zhang Huangyan, the magistrate. In his words, ringworm and scabies are not enough. Think about it, our West India Company is strong, everyone should eat and consume!
The largest box in the restaurant was occupied by four people, and a little yellow hair was holding a wine glass there, shouting excitedly: "Although this gentleman William has been fighting wits and courage with that gangster this time, the chief of the Song army is still here!" Mr. Zheng did help a little, but Miss Yuer, you don’t have to thank me, this is what we western gentlemen should do!"

Zheng Sen's elegant handsome face was simply dismissed aside, while Song Yongzhong's dark face was always dull, but if you look closely, you can see that the corners of his mouth are twitching, even Yu Yu'er, the smile on her face like a flower is also a bit unnatural, but holding the wine glass with her white wrist, Yu'er still lifts it up gracefully.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, Yu'er will remember Wu Nei!"

"I said no thanks, ouch~"

Before William finished yelling, the chair under his buttocks suddenly flew backwards. The angry foreign friend did a big fart squat. Ignoring the murderous eyes of the English gentleman who got up, he smiled and said to Song Yongzhong.

"Song Junshou's note today is beautiful, I admire it!"

"Mr. Zheng is absurd!"

There was nothing he could do about Zheng Sen, and Xiao William, who got up with grinning teeth, looked like an angry young man again, and challenged Song Yongzhong.

"Song Junshou, this prefecture and three counties are under your jurisdiction. In this county, there are gangsters committing crimes, but it is too worrying. Where did this gangster come from!"

These words just touched Song Yongzhong's sore spot, he paused, but he sighed.

"Illegal immigrant!"

These years, the colony under Song Qingshu's command unexpectedly encountered the troubles of the revolution. On the one hand, the begging army developed the plains, and the relocated Gaoshan people gradually integrated into the society. Those Gaoshan people who are willing to move and stay on the mountain will have a miserable life. In the past, even if the Dutch charged heavy taxes, at least they could go down the mountain to trade with the Han people and get some living supplies. But Song Qingshu’s policy, if you don’t submit to me, I will ignore you You, Song Yongzhong's front-running army has a brigade of [-] people. The perennial task is to inspect the border and prohibit them from coming down the mountain to trade, and the workers in various settlements are also found to be trading privately, and a year's wages will be deducted.

Indeed, a lot of tributes were saved, but most of these belonged to the returnees. The primitive tribal system made the situation of the mountain tribes worse than before, and many of the tribesmen had relatives, just like the descendants. As in South Korea and North Korea, many people smuggled down the mountain in an attempt to find a place to work in the three prefectures under the mountain.

However, the colony of the West India Company is not the beauty of later generations after all. Regardless of the 40 people, basically all of them are made up. Every job is calculated. , and only some former Gaoshan relatives can take in them at risk. They usually hide in the farm and do some odd jobs.

This is the case today. I got sick temporarily and was sent to the county hospital. A prescription was prescribed for treatment. When the nurse was registering, it happened that Yu’er was unlucky. She thought she was going to be sent back, so she grabbed the hidden knife. He hijacked Yu'er.

"These low-level and backward natives should be killed like the Dutch did to the group of stupid and uncivilized savages on Banda Island!" Hearing that William was filled with righteous indignation, he slapped the table and yelled, But Zheng Sen snorted coldly.

"You ghosts, look at us Ming people, didn't we also yell at the aborigines?"

This is really courteous. I was photographed on the horse's leg. Seeing Yu'er, he showed a little disgust. Little William quickly changed his tune, slapped the table and shouted: "That's a stupid Spaniard. In the eyes of us British, Daming is the most civilized and enlightened country in the world. Even our London and Rome are not as good as Yingtian. Songjiang is half prosperous. Marshal Song is simply a saint sent by God. Under his hands, the prosperity is almost like Like spring flowers."

Yu'er liked to hear these words, her bright eyes smiled like a crescent moon, she nodded her head and replied: "That is, my adoptive father is a living Bodhisattva descending to earth!"

"Hmph, the villain is successful!"

Seeing that the shot was right this time, with William's smiling gay face, Zheng Sen snorted disdainfully again.

In such a small chat between you and me, the time with beautiful women always flies by, but halfway through the meal, there was a knock on the door again, and a little nurse appeared.

"Sister Yu'er, a group of wounded from the front line have returned, and some medicines in the hospital are running low. Dean Chen hopes you can come back and take a look!"

Immediately showing an anxious look, Yu'er put down the wine glass regretfully.

"I'm sorry, I have to go back and get busy. Make a note of this love, Yu'er. After the battle is over, Yu'er will invite a few brothers to drink for a while!"

"I send you!"

William seized the opportunity again, but it was a pity that Yu'er left too hastily. He just stood up, and Yu'er was already in the hospital carriage and rushed out. Suddenly, there were three single dogs left in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. stand up. (Resentment on Valentine's Day, no one can get a girl!)

Grabbing William by the neck and forcing him to sit down, Zheng Sen raised his glass helplessly.

"Cheers to our goddess!"

(End of this chapter)