Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 519 Revenge
Although he is not afraid of Zhou Yanru being the chief assistant, it is better to be able to live in peace than to completely confront each other. When Zhou Yanru entered Beijing, Song Qingshu also spent some time in organizing his own political forces to support him, passing letters and papers, and plotting. The incident delayed Song Qingshu's trip to Taiwan for almost a month.

But when Song Qingshu's fleet arrived, it seemed that nothing happened to him.

The Battle of the Gaoliang River was not only a battle between the two forces of the West India Company and the Mountain People, but also a battle that showed the immigrants' sense of identity with this new home. If they did not agree, how could they be willing to shed blood or even sacrifice their lives for it?
However, regardless of the meaningful results, the Battle of Gaoliang River is still an extremely successful battle in terms of effect alone. In this battle, almost all the main forces of the Mountain People were defeated, and more than 5000 strong men were killed on the spot. Thousands, beheaded 22 heads of several major ministries in the mountains, and the reclamation Han people only paid 52 reclamation manors, 2000 deaths and 40 injuries. Compared with 2000 reclamation households, more than [-] The manor was reclaimed, and the losses were minimal.

And immediately, Song Yongzhong led the remnants of the forward selection army to carry out cruel revenge.

In the dense forest and valley, scattered mountain houses are densely scattered and hidden. The innermost and largest one is the longhouse of the tribal elders. On weekdays, this is the most sacred and most revered place for the clansmen. Not everyone Tribal members are eligible to enter here, and those who come in and out are either warriors or wizards.

But today, this place seems to have become a ghost world. The wooden houses next to it are all tremblingly confinement doors, and women and children look out in horror through the window cracks. Fear covers everything, making everyone wish to get farther and farther away from here. it is good.

"Come in you!"

The door of the longhouse was pulled open abruptly, and amidst shouts full of hatred, two mountain men with colorful tattoos on their bodies were kicked in by cowhide boots, and one of them, a fat man holding a gold and silver necklace, was terrified and wanted to escape. When he came out, he grabbed the arm of a soldier who was selected as a vanguard and yelled sadly: "I really want to see the Han master, I want to see the leader Yaoniang, please!"

But what greeted him was another kick.

Originally, the mountain people did not have a standing army, and most of the tribal warriors died on the plains. Even if there were 97 remaining soldiers, cutting the mountain tribe would still be like a hot knife cutting butter. , With the night, ghosts haunt the villages like that, this is already the third night.

In the room, covered with feathers and animal teeth, among the leaders of the mountain tribe who had visited Song Qingshu, the elder shaman couldn't help clasping his hands together, and prayed to their god again in a hurried whisper, the ancient mantra There was a mysterious aura, but the front guards outside the house didn't seem to have the slightest interest in it. After counting, with a bang, the door locks were completely shrunk, and the windows were even hooped with iron rods. Tightly, completely closed and airtight, it became a death prison.

"Military leader!"

Bowing down with fists folded, a torch was handed up, and he took it casually. Looking back at the tall longhouse roof made of piled up wood, Song Yongzhong threw it up with a blank expression. The roof burned into a big torch that soared into the sky, and the people locked in the room immediately slapped the walls, doors and windows in fear, and even scratched with their nails, making a scalp-numbing creaking sound.

The flames also reflected Song Yongzhong's expressionless dark face, but he didn't show any expression changes when he heard the screams inside.

During the famine years, he even saw people eating alive, and fate was like a dice. Since the mountain people decided to gamble with the Dutch and cast the dice, the outcome of the bet was not up to them to decide. Of course, there is nothing to say about the victory. The 40 Han people in the settlements and the Gaoshan people turned into 40 bones, but they were defeated. Naturally, the winners have nothing to complain about their trial.

With this fire, almost all the nobles, chiefs, and village elders of the 300 tribes of the mountain were turned into coke, and all men, women, old and young were not let go. After more than ten minutes, there was no human voice coming from inside, and there was only a little desperate scratching left. Song Yongzhong turned his head in satisfaction, but his face turned gloomy immediately, and he shouted in a very stern tone.

"No one is allowed to spread what happened today, it will rot in your stomach!"

"As ordered!"

Full of the joy of revenge, the surviving soldiers of the frontline army clasped their fists neatly and replied, after going through this bloody battle, everyone is as sharp as a newly honed knife.

The Frontier Army was originally prepared by Song Qingshu for these dirty jobs. It is enough for them to deal with these dark, bloody, and cruel things. What they maintain are the commander Song Qingshu, the eldest lady Yuer and the leaders. Greeting the cheers of the crowd on the sunny side, there will always be a thick darkness under the light, and the knife does not need to talk.

Just as the flames of Alishan were soaring into the sky, the Zhuoshuixi battlefield in the night also came to an end.

With the support of the First Division of Gezuo, Zhang Huangyan, who was in a cold sweat, decided to launch a fierce attack. Early in the morning, the three divisions started shelling from three directions. Zhang Huangyan had an artillery factory in his hand. He didn't expect that the Dutch mercenaries would be able to play this trick for him. It was just that he was not prepared enough. This time, Zhang Huangyan, who was furious, pulled all the cannons that had just rolled off the production line.

A total of three hundred artillery pieces, large and small, spewed artillery fire together, and the howling shells whimpered like devils and smashed hard on the Dutch mercenary positions less than one square kilometer. There are only more than 10,000 cannons, and the firepower is almost half as high as that of the French army. The entire terrain has been changed by the overwhelming lead bullets. The screams have not stopped since the beginning, and the pieces of meat and limbs can be seen from time to time. Fly.

It is estimated that this is the unprecedented artillery battle in Asian history. Zhang Huangyan gave the order to attack after the bombardment lasted until [-] o'clock in the afternoon. Just as the artillery fire stopped, Li Dingguo, who was full of anger, personally held up the command knife and ordered the attack. Finally, he crawled out of the pit. Before the Dutch mercenaries could catch their breath, they faced the gleaming bayonets of the beggars again.

The battle progressed to about five o'clock, and it was basically over. The rest was just to capture prisoners. More than 300 mercenaries were killed by cannons, more than 600 were seriously injured and abandoned, and the remaining 1000 He was also in a state of embarrassment, staggering out of the collapsed pit with his hands raised, and as for the begging army, there were no dead in battle, and there were more than 100 wounded.

"Hehe, Mr. Aoiichi, we meet again!"

Unfortunately, the commander of this Dutch mercenary army was shot to death, and the one who ordered the surrender was captured in Chixian City. The Dutch colonel Kui Yi who was released by Song Qingshu last time, the old guy with red hair and red beard was killed. Pieces were burned, and he looked extremely embarrassed, and several pieces of his military uniform were torn, but facing Zhang Huangyan's victorious smile, the old guy still snorted stiffly.

"My lord governor, don't be too happy. My Holy Dutch Navy is still a senior member. Even if you defeat us, you won't be able to please us!"

"Really? Colonel Kuiyi, let me introduce you. This is Commander He Jin. I am under the command of the Qihuo Army and the commander of the Second Division of Songjiang. Unfortunately, his fleet encountered some pirates in the Penghu area. If If my government remembers correctly, it seems that Qitiao was sunk and Jiutiao was captured, isn't it, Master He?"

This time I came here to watch the excitement, and He Jin waved his hand directly to Zhang Huangyan, a literati's aggressive fighter.

"No one can fight. After a few shots, the white flag was hung. Yes, there is an old man who insists on giving me this thing. Do you know the red-haired blame?"

He Jin casually pulled out a weird short stick inlaid with gold and gemstones from his waist, and Kui Yi simply sat on the ground with his buttocks. How could he not recognize this thing?Before this expedition, the governor of Batavia granted the fleet commander Kui Wu the scepter, which symbolized the command power. These things were all in the hands of the Ming people. It seems that this time, the East India Company's offensive was once again completely destroyed by the Ming people.

I remember that Song Qingshu was quite interested in this red-haired monster. The hollow phalanx that the begging army is training now is what he saw and heard in Sweden. Looking at Kui Yi who was limp on the ground, Zhang Huangyan had the arrogance of a victor He waved his hand.

"take away!"

On August [-]th, almost at the same time as the last conquest, a large fleet of Qihuo Army once again gathered in Tainan, Luermen, but this time, it was not Dutch artillery that greeted Song Qingshu, but thousands of cheers of the people.

"Long live the Marshal! Long live the West India Company!"

Really just experienced a catastrophe, the reinforcements from Daming seemed extraordinarily kind to these settlers, with bandages on their heads, leading their silly son, Li Laobai was also crazily crowded in the crowd, Shouting frantically, he waved his hands at the towering Sea Power.

I really didn't expect to receive such a warm welcome. Looking at the crowd, Song Qingshu, who had just got off the boat, was a little dazed, but for a moment, the fanatical atmosphere made him smile knowingly, facing Yu'er In that direction, Song Qingshu also raised his right hand and responded in the same way.

"Long live the Beggars! Long live the West India Company!"

(End of this chapter)