Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 555 The United Nations Army

Thanks to Zheng He for having such an international influence. Although the poverty and generosity of the year caused the Ming Dynasty to lose a lot, the Ming Dynasty that remained in the hearts of the monarchs and nobles of the Nanyang countries was still a powerful but generous giant. In the picture, Hong Chengchou sent an invitation in the name of Ming Dynasty to a gathering of all nations. Almost all major forces and countries in Southeast Asia sent envoys.

Nearly 300 years ago, the Zheng He Navy established the order of Southeast Asian countries, but did not take a single piece of land. Now, this Marshal Song has occupied Taiwan and Luzon successively, and has stretched his wrists into the heart of Nanyang. Everyone is watching nervously. His next move.

However, this opening was extremely bloody.

"Bring it up!"

After looking around nervously or excitedly, Song Qingshu slapped the table coldly and shouted an order. Under the astonished gaze of various chiefs and nobles, the two were wearing native robes, tall but with scars on their faces. The local aborigine was pushed up and knelt down on the ground.

"Last October, right here in Manila, the land under your feet, the Spaniards brutally raised their butcher knives against our Ming people, 2 people! 2 people, men, women and children died tragically here!"

Slapping the table, Song Qingshu roared angrily, never expecting to bring up an old story again, the Marquis of Buenos and Ambassador Manstein twitched unnaturally at the side of the round table.

"You are all vassal states of Ming Dynasty. In this land of Luzon, you paid homage to the capital in Yongle, Xuande, and Chenghua successively, and your heart is for naturalization. But these two things! Together with the Spaniards, they cruelly raised the barbarians against my Ming people! Butcher Dao, disregarding the kindness of the past, their two tribes slaughtered at least 5000 Ming people, what do you think, how should I deal with them?"

With murderous intent on his face, he raised two fingers and pointed at the two, Song Qingshu roared angrily and asked a large group of foreign envoys.

It is only natural to kill people for life, but it is complicated when it comes to politics. It is vaguely related to the national policy of Ming Dynasty in Nanyang. After Song Qingshu's anger was translated in various languages, no one answered for a while, such as this The pilgrimage of all nations has not appeared for nearly 70 years. The relations among the countries in Southeast Asia are intricate, and everyone is thinking about gains and losses.

But at this time, a loud Chinese was thrown out fiercely.

"Should kill!"

The person who spoke was Matang Gelu, the second prince of the Sulu Kingdom. He has spent more than half a year in Yingtian, and he has not gone in vain. Now the robes of the earth king on his body have been replaced by Taoist robes and Confucian shirts, and his hair is tied up. His Malay traits make him a Han Chinese.

The effect of "studying abroad" this time is really obvious. When he was in the Sulu Islands, even a prince could only guard his rice fields and fishing boats every day, but he only knew what a big city is when he arrived in Yingtian.

Yingtian has a population of more than 170 million, which is larger than the population of the entire Sulu Islands. It is the first time I have seen so many people on the street, exquisite carriages, dazzling shops, and the magnificent Yingtian Grand Theater. Dangloo felt that his previous life was wasted.

The result was similar to what Song Qingshu had imagined. He had watched several dramas and participated in several banquets on the Qinhuai River with his colleagues from the West India Company. In the luxury of the upper class, Madangeloo had already regarded himself as a half-smart person, and even changed his name. Yes, Dan was removed and changed to the Chinese name Magru.

Already looked down on the same species in Luzon, plus these tribes gave up their arrogant Sulu and went to join the Spaniards. Originally, the Sulu royal family was annoyed with them, but Magru had no pity at all. Extra heavy.

Su Lu Kingdom is considered a big country in Nanyang, he spoke, envoys from other countries became more commotion, and soon Song Qingshu's old partner, Guan Yunzhao Phaya, the big fat man also stood up with a ruthless face.

"Despise the heaven and the kingdom, massacre the people of Ming Dynasty, should be killed!"

"kill!"

Ruan Fuying, the defense officer of the Annan Nguyen Dynasty, also slapped the table.

With these big countries as models, the chiefs of the small countries below naturally knew what to do, and they followed the crowd's excitement and shouted to kill them one by one.

kill!kill!kill!

Hearing the yelling, the faces of the two kneeling chiefs below did not change at all, they were still so rigid and slumped. In the past few months, the West India Company has been developing while facing the liquidation of various tribes in Luzon. It hasn't stopped, their tribe has been broken, and a large number of nobles have been executed long ago. If they were not the chief culprit, waiting to be executed with Pedro, they would have died long ago, and they would have known their fate long ago. No matter how happy they are, it will not affect the two of them.

But they didn't expect that death is definitely dead, but the way of death is different. The corner of his mouth reveals a kind of cruelty. Song Qingshu turned to look at the Spanish ambassador Manstein with a smirk.

"I heard that in your country of civilized people, there is a criminal law called fire punishment? That's where Joan of Arc died?"

"Yes."

Even if you don't know the meaning of fire torture translated into Chinese, but Joan of Arc is so famous, Manstein nodded subconsciously, but immediately he was agitated, and sure enough, Song Qingshu waved viciously at the soldiers next to him .

"Salute to our allies, drag it down, burn the stake, all tribes involved in the massacre, hang them all!"

The Western execution of prisoners was originally in the square, and took over Manila. Song Qingshu did not change this. Two big fires were burning blazingly under the conference hall. The screams could be heard clearly in the conference hall. More than 100 Nanyang envoys , all of them were pale, only the second prince of Sulu, Magglu, still looked happy with his arms folded.

The execution lasted for almost half an hour, and the mental torture lasted for nearly half an hour. But before the group of people collapsed, the meeting returned to the main topic. Song Qingshu took off his helmet and handed it to the side, reducing his murderous intent. , he was leaning on the chair and said gloomyly.

"The tragedy in Manila is entirely the fault of Pedro, the governor of Manila. This thief colluded with the Dutch and committed all kinds of crimes. He oppressed the people of Nanyang and insulted all countries. Today, the army of the dynasty broke through Manila and fled to Batavia. His Majesty decreed that even if He fled to the horizon and let this beast fall, and he will command the Daming Navy to attack Batavia!"

"My country of Johor is willing to send [-] troops to follow the army of the Celestial Dynasty to help!"

This time it was not Su Lu who shouted out first. A bearded prince wearing a white turban and a white robe shouted out excitedly, and then Prince Matalan stood up suddenly.

"I, Ma Dalan, would like to send [-] troops! To help the army of the Celestial Dynasty destroy the thieves!"

"I, Sulu, sent [-] troops!"

"I'll find out Ding Wuqian!"

Regardless of the Dutch, Spaniards or Portuguese, occupying these colonies is directly interested in robbers, massacring the local aborigines, driving these chieftains and nobles out of their residences, and they are also like the Viking pirates back then, rampant across the country, robbing and extorting , if they couldn't beat them, it is estimated that these western colonists would have been rounded hundreds of times.

Johor is at the tip of the Malay Peninsula, Malaysia in later generations, and Mataland is a country on the island of West Java, which was directly occupied by the Dutch East India Company. Harmful.

Also, Borneo was also attacked fiercely by the Dutch. It was even worse here. There was no strong political unity at all, and the scattered chiefs of various tribes were divided and defeated. Song Qingshu sent 7 troops to these few places alone. Many, plus Sulu, if all cashed in, Song Qingshu would have a hundred thousand troops in his hands.

In contrast, Annan, Siam, and Khmer countries in the Indochina Peninsula are not very enthusiastic because they have nothing to do with themselves. Each country only agrees to send a few thousand troops symbolically, but they can be ignored. If the future generations of Thailand and Vietnam The army then fought to Indonesia, and the battle was over two rounds.

"Very good, Your Majesty knows how enthusiastic you are, and will definitely be delighted!"

As expected of Hong Chengchou, after a few letters, he got [-] cannon fodder, even with a discount, [-] is still there. Song Qingshu didn't know if Chongzhen Longyan was unhappy, anyway, he was now Longyan Dayue, and he laughed and helped Standing up from the table, he praised, who knows this skill, the bastard prince of Matalan stood up and clasped his fists very blindly.

"General of the Celestial Dynasty, I haven't seen the Celestial Dynasty for a hundred years. I want to form a mission to go to the capital to pay homage to His Majesty, and I ask the general to guide me for a while!"

"And I'm Johor!"

"And I, Manjaboyi Kingdom!"

Enthusiastic as sending troops to war, envoys from various countries surged up again. The head of the emperor of the Celestial Dynasty, no, generosity is well known to everyone in Nanyang. Tribute can bring huge benefits to the countries every time, as well as save face In the past, the mountains and the sea were separated, but now that Song Qingshu has opened the way, everyone is excited again, and wants to go to the capital to play the autumn wind.

But now, looking at the eager looks of a large group of envoys, Song Qingshu's smile froze on his face. All the activities of the Qihuo Army in Southeast Asia were hidden from Emperor Chongzhen. I don't know how much political shock it will cause.

Seeing Song Qingshu's mournful appearance, the corners of Hong Chengchou's mouth twitched violently, he barely stood up, and Lao Hong forced his hand down with a smile.

"Everyone's request, my commander will consider it! Don't worry, everyone!"

What's the matter, let's talk after the war!
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Fighting the Dutch with the Ming Dynasty was a big event in Southeast Asia. After the envoy returned to China with Song Qingshu's gift, the aborigines of various ethnic groups began to gather on a large scale, especially Borneo and Sulu, the two closest countries.

On October [-]th, after less than half a month of war mobilization, under Song Qingshu's order, the powerful war machines gathered on the long and narrow peninsula of Denardi, north of Sulawesi Island.

It’s really crowded. Warships from Borneo, Sulu, and Sulawesi almost filled half of the strait. On the Galaman Peninsula and the Denardy Peninsula, the densely packed military camps are like ants. Looking at it in the middle of the night, The lights were brightly lit for dozens of miles, and the campfires of the army were as numerous and dazzling as the stars in the sky.

However, the corners of the mouths of Song Qingshu and the Governor of New Spain, the Marquis of Buenos, were constantly twitching. There were thousands of warships, the longest was eight meters, and the shortest was just a canoe. The short black warriors held bamboo spears and wooden shields. Danced with their arms up, the Malay swords of the Malay warriors were quite formidable, but the thin battle robes were indeed a bit unflattering to the muskets.

There were even quite a few people with odd-shaped weapons. On the newly built treasure ship of the Dragon King of the South China Sea, Song Qingshu saw a group of shirtless male soldiers wearing big underpants. The edge is sharpened, and it can be thrown out to cut people. If a little girl plays with this elegant weapon, it will be worth seeing. A group of bearded men playing hoops will be a bit hot-eyed.

"This is also the United Nations Army!"

On the other side of the strait, the Dutch East India Company had already received news of such a big commotion. More than 70 Dutch warships were lying on the waters of East Java, and there were also their military camps along the coast of Borneo. Looking into the distance, Song Qingshu shook his head with emotion.

One is the outlier in the declining Ming Empire, and the other is the emerging sea coachman, a bourgeois country that is on the rise, and a dignified atmosphere pervades the entire strait.

(End of this chapter)