Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 659
The way of heaven is clear, and the retribution is not good!A few months ago, Jiannu was still dragging a war knife stained with the blood of Yangzhou people, piercing the heart of the Ming Empire in the south with a murderous aura. Only a few months ago, it was their turn for these vicious bandits to be trapped in an isolated city.

One morning, Zhenjiang was lost. Immediately after, the begging army also landed with a large army, approaching Jurong. In the evening, the sound of gunfire and gunfire from the Ming and Qing battles in Jurong had clearly spread to the city of Nanjing. The reaction was almost the same as that of the Governor of Water Transport. Wu Weihua is generally the same, and Duoduo is also wandering back and forth on the top of the city like a trapped animal, looking at the fire in the east, screaming fearfully and fiercely.

"Where did the smart dog come from! A bunch of trash, who will tell this king!"

But at the top of the city, Qian Qianyi, Zhao Zhilong, Wang Duo, Fang Dayou and other traitors and surrenders were trembling like willows in the cold wind, and knelt on the ground trembling, but they couldn't say a word.

"Tell me!"

Seeing Dodo pointing his finger on his forehead, Zhao Zhilong looked as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, his face was so ugly that he was about to cry, he kowtowed and muttered incoherently, instead of explaining to Dodo, it was better to say that he was Talk to yourself.

"It shouldn't be! The main force of the Lu thieves has been broken, the Chen thieves and the gold thieves have also collapsed, and the Zhejiang soldiers and the Fujian soldiers have fled one after another. Where did the Ming thieves come from?"

"Prince Yu, it's not a matter of worrying about where the Ming thief came from at this time! The most urgent thing is to quickly bring back the army of Prince Gongshun and Prince Duanzhong!"

He was really more loyal to Wang Shi than when he was a cabinet minister in Daming. On the other side, trembling like a plague chicken, Wang Duo yelled mournfully.

This reminder also made Duoduo excited, but immediately, he cursed again with a domineering look: "Why are you panicking? Aren't they just some Han dogs, one of my Jianzhou warriors can be worth ten Han dogs!"

That's what I said, but half an hour later, more than a dozen enslaved enslaved messengers still rushed towards Changzhou in the southeast direction.

Compared with the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the people in Jiangnan lost their patriotism and enterprising spirit in the comfort of more than 200 years. Above all, this is the current situation. The reason why Song Qingshu retired is because no matter how much effort he has made for Daming and to protect everyone's vital interests, in the eyes of those high-ranking scholars, he is still a vulgar person who abuses power and humiliates the country. warrior.

Going on like this is thankless, it's better to get out and let Jiangnan wake up from Jiannu's butcher's knife.

However, in history, with the establishment of slaves going south, shaving their hair to make them easier to obey, and the release of the Enclosure and Escape Law, ethnic conflicts became the main social conflicts. Zheng Chenggong, Li Dingguo, Jin Sheng, Chen Zilong, Yan Yingyuan, Zhang Huangyan, etc. successively They all raised troops to resist, but they failed one after another. Li Dingguo finally got a little better, counterattacked into Hunan, occupied Wuhan, Xiangyang and a series of cities, but because of Sun Kewang's betrayal and Jiannu's all-powerful counterattack, he died. Fall short.

Getting out is one thing, how to come back is the right hand. For this reason, Song Qingshu watched the Jiading Three Massacres, Yangzhou Ten Days and other tragedies, but still stood still, waiting for the opportunity now!

The begging army is not afraid of a decisive battle with the main force of the Jiannu, what is afraid of is a war of attrition with the Jiannu in one city and one place, and fights for time. After all, it has already occupied the huge China. In terms of manpower and material resources, no matter how rich the West India Company is, it will fight However, in most of China, Jiannu can dispatch troops from all over the country to slowly grind Song Qingshu to death through crowd tactics, just like Li Dingguo and Zheng Chenggong were tortured to death in history.

But now, thanks to the resistance of the heroic city of Jiangyin, the main force of the 30 Jiannu Jiangnan has gathered in Jiangyin. Putting all their eggs in one basket is Jiannu's strategic advantage and also its strategic disadvantage. All fell into a state of emptiness, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Go west along the Yangtze River and reach Nanjing. As long as you take back the political center of Jiangnan, it will sound the horn of counterattack for the whole Jiangnan. Jiangnan, which has become united under the oppression of the slave nation, will be invincible. , Boluo and others have an army of 100 million, and they are also rootless. By then Song Qingshu will have a way to eliminate them.

Of course, the prerequisite for victory or defeat is to win Nanjing before the return of the main force of Jianshou!
However, building slaves is not without chance. As the earliest capital city of Ming Dynasty, Jinling's city defense ranks first in the entire Ming Empire. The series of repairs, God knows that the Donglin Party is so unbearable, sitting on the fortified city, without firing a single arrow, without firing a single shot, they surrendered Jiannu, allowing Duoduo to have a complete Nanjing city defense.

In the city, there are still 2 soldiers and horses on the Zhengbai Banner, more than 2 Nanjing Forbidden Army and more than [-] Green Battalion who surrendered. If you stick to it for five or six days and wait for Kong Youde's army to return from Jiangyin, the outcome is really uncertain.

Fortunately, compared with Nanming in history, there is a strong emerging class in Jiangnan today. The working class has hundreds of thousands in Yingtian alone, and millions in the entire Jiangnan.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Chinese revolution was able to succeed, on the one hand, because the bullying of the great powers finally stimulated the enterprising spirit and patriotic enthusiasm that China had concealed under the education of enslavement, and on the other hand, it was because the social composition had greatly improved compared to before. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement created tens of millions of orphans and refugees in the south of the Yangtze River. These people poured into factories during the Westernization Movement, forming a broad working class and becoming the backbone of Sun Yat-sen's later revolution.

Today, this revolutionary class was born in Jiangnan more than 200 years earlier.

Late at night, Longjiang Textile Factory.

After experiencing Duduo's anger, the green battalion and the Eight Banners soldiers who are in charge of detaining and enslaving workers here are obviously a little nervous. They were all caught in a panic.

But at such a juncture, in the dark factory building, a lone lamp was still flickering in the corner like a will-o'-the-wisp, illuminating a dozen nervous and excited faces.

The scald mark left on his face due to the splash of hot water twisted up, Zhang Scald Scar said in a low voice with great excitement.

"Brother Han, all the brothers in the past have misunderstood you, the commander-in-chief has really returned, and the dawn has really arrived!"

"Don't be too happy! After all, the commander-in-chief is fighting alone now, and he still needs our help. That's why Lao Han called you big guys here in the middle of the night. Now, Lao Han will ask one last question. The door, but we are going to fight Jian Nu desperately, the big guys may not survive tonight, you are afraid, quit now, there is still time!"

"I'm afraid of a bird's egg! With this dog's tail grass, our old Zhang has long been so depressed that he is going crazy! As long as we fight hard with Jiannu, so what if we give up this blood?" The shipyard's big worker Zhang Muban shouted vigorously. However, the little scholar next to him had red eye circles.

"Xiu'er, her mother and daughter died at the hands of Jiannu, and I, Liu, are a waste, just watching like this..."

Sorrow immediately turned into incomparable hatred. In the eyes of the little scholar, a frightening murderous intent radiated out like a substance. The fists were clenched and rattling, the thin man said through gnashing of teeth.

"Brother Han is just doing his job. I, Zhao Wen, have already made preparations tonight, and I will go down to accompany their mother and daughter!"

In the past few months, who has no blood debt in Jiannu?But listening to the little scholar's cry, everyone remained silent for a while. After a while, Han Dahu's thick eyebrows and big eyes also radiated firm gaze, and he hugged dozens of worker leaders heavily.

"It's me, Han, who is talking too much! Tonight, we will fight with Jiannu!"

As he spoke, he suddenly kicked down the textile machine next to him heavily.

Some people once wondered, the semi-industrialized begging army has a huge military production capacity. In addition to supplying active troops, there are at least a million extra guns. Where are they all? The answer is that they are all hidden.

There is a hole under the machines in the workshop where you work on weekdays, and green wooden boxes are exposed one by one. They are pried open with a crowbar. Under the reflection of the light, there was a hint of coldness flickering.

After all, before time travel, Song Qingshu was born in the working class. He didn’t want workers to be exploited by capitalists forever. Even if he opposed him, he prepared weapons for workers in advance to fight for their right to speak. Unexpectedly, Jian Nu could be used now becomes more meaningful.

Looking at those dark guys and boxes of cardboard shells, all the worker leaders who participated in the party were all dazzled.

The sound of the machine falling to the ground has already alarmed the Jiannu green battalion patrolling outside. A dozen green battalion soldiers with torches kicked open the factory door cursingly, and rushed in arrogantly. Cursed at the shadow.

"Who is sneaky? I'll get the hell out of here, Mr. Jun. I'll kill you and your family if you make me anxious!"

"Grandpa is here!"

Just as the army leader was looking around with a waist knife in his hand, he suddenly let out a roar and then heard a puff, the bayonet pierced his throat fiercely, and the eyeballs of that running dog who bullied, beat, scolded and killed workers on weekdays protruded. , under Han Dahu's cold eyes, he clutched his throat and collapsed on the ground with a gurgling sound.

Puff, puff~
The sound of bayonets piercing into flesh came one after another, and the six or seven lackeys behind were stabbed to death without even having time to react. Their faces were covered in blood. Zhang scalded happily picked up a green battalion with a bayonet. Amidst his horrified screams, He fell hard to the ground again.

"Grandpa, spare your life! We are all Han Chinese!"

True to what Grandpa Mao said, all reactionaries are paper tigers. Seeing dozens of workers crowding around with bloody bayonets, the remaining two green battalion soldiers simply threw away their weapons, knelt down softly, and knocked their heads. Bang on the ground.

"Han people? Why didn't you think that you were Han people when you killed our brothers and sisters?"

His eyes were red as if he was about to bleed, and Xiao Xiucai stabbed hard with the bloody bayonet.

The blazing flames ignited one by one in the workshops that had been reduced to hell these days, just like Nanming Lihuo, burning all the sins. The blaze blocked the barracks of the slaves and occupied the best houses. After the coffins were opened, one by one was on fire, and the panic-stricken Jiannu fled from the barracks crying, and what greeted them was a dense hail of bullets.

"You dog slaves, dare to rebel against your master, see if I don't kill you one by one, kill your whole family!"

At this time, the master supervisor of the Zhenglan Banner, Du Tongba Muluo, was still standing arrogantly on the wooden pointing platform, holding a waist knife in one hand and constantly waving at the stairs, while shouting in a stern voice, But before he could scream, a bayonet had been stabbed hard on his shoulder, and the second-generation slave-builder screamed in pain and threw the knife away.

"Brothers in the spirit of heaven, I have avenged you!"

Kicking Ba Muluo to the edge of the fence, shouting loudly, and slamming the bayonet, Han Dahu ended the criminal life of this vicious robber.

At this time, the entire workshop area has been fully activated. Under the leadership of their respective trade unions, countless workers killed all the slaves and lackeys who oppressed them. Looking at the spear and bayonet he had just received, the raging fire of vengeance was burning in everyone's eyes. He cut off the head with two knives, and holding up Bamuluo's ferocious head, Han Dahu shouted loudly again.

"Recover my rivers and mountains!"

"Recover my rivers and mountains!"

Amidst the passionate battle horns, the fire dragons howled, soared through the clouds and fog, and gathered towards the city of Nanjing shrouded in darkness.

"Quick! Go to the city and stop those mud legs!"

More than a dozen Jian slaves were all shouting in panic. Under their whips, hundreds of Nanjing Imperial Guards were driven out of the barracks in a panic and rushed to the city gate, but behind them, there was another wave With the clear gunshots like popping beans, like an electric shock, a large group of green camps at the gate of the city were killed. Seeing the same billowing fire dragon rushing out of Yingtian City, the demoralized Nanjing former imperial army once again staged a collapse.

"Dog slave, cheap coat, come back! Resist!"

In a fit of rage, those Jiannu officers swung their knives at their waists and slashed at the rout soldiers. Anyone who passed by them fell into a pool of blood. Seeing the leader Jiannu wield his sword and kill the next one, he was frightened. The imperial guard suddenly slashed behind his back, and the bloody long knife was drawn directly from the Jiannu's chest.

"I'm also a Han Chinese. I've had enough of you bastards! Brothers, let's open the door to the rebel brothers and kill the Tartars!"

It's not that all Nanming soldiers are bloodless. Many of them followed Qian Qianyi and Zhao Zhilong involuntarily and surrendered in a daze. This Shangyuanmen officer is not a special case. This scene happened again at Jinchuanmen, Fo Ning Gate, Jiannu's city defenses were completely disintegrated, more than 4 green battalions, most of the forbidden troops were disintegrated, and the rest also merged into the raging uprising team. Take to the streets, shouting and killing into Jiannu's garrison, and using blood to pay homage to China's strength of character.

This night, the entire Jinling was set on fire!
(End of this chapter)