The Taiping Army was rampant in half of the Qing Dynasty for more than ten years, and it had successfully founded the People's Republic of China. If it hadn't been for a series of major policy mistakes after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Chinese history might have been rewritten.
Because when the Kingdom of Heaven first established its capital, even the British sent envoys to secretly contact them, hoping to have diplomatic contacts. This was an olive branch of mutual recognition. In the end, the tough Hong Xiuquan was even more stubborn than the Qing Dynasty, and not only refused Establishing diplomatic relations with foreigners would even require the abolition of all previous treaties.
The final result was that the Western soldiers and the Hunan army joined forces to strangle the Taiping Army. Finally, in the year when Xiao Letian traveled through time, the dream of the Kingdom of Heaven was shattered and the Taiping Kingdom was subjugated.
In years of fighting, the Taiping Army has accumulated rich experience in fighting musketeers. Not to mention the old muskets used by these guards, they have ways to deal with even rifled guns. Weapons alone are not necessary. , the key lies in the person controlling the weapon.
There are only a dozen muskets in the entire camp, half of which are not loaded yet, for fear that the gunpowder will get wet, and the rest are scattered here and there. Without a dense firepower, it is impossible to deal with veterans of many battles.
When your aiming skills can't keep up with the agility of veterans, foreign guns are useless.
The corpses of the twenty guards were quickly laid out on the ground. Surrounding the fifty Heavenly Kingdom veterans were more than a hundred ordinary Han people who were trembling with fear. They were all ordinary people who had never killed anyone. They came to Nanyang because they could no longer survive in China. If you are a pig, if you cause such a big trouble now, will it implicate them?
Ma Zijian saw the worries of the people around him and coughed twice and said, "We will take the trouble ourselves. If we use the banner of Taiping, they will know that it is our Taiping Army who did it... We will not implicate you."
Ma Zijian understood that by raising the banner of Taiping instead of the banner of the Han or Qing people, he wanted to draw the enemy's hatred onto himself. We can go deep into the mountains and forests and sacrifice our lives for a way out, but most Chinese people will still choose to be patient. .
Two big words were written on the blood-stained white cloth with the blood of the enemy, "Peace". The flag was finally erected. The veterans gathered around the flag with tears in their eyes.
"Open the warehouse, share food with everyone, replenish your strength...collect all weapons, we don't have much time, there will be patrols from other rubber plantations tonight, and we will definitely be exposed by then."
The veterans were resting and organizing their armaments, while the ordinary people who were a little more relieved quickly buried pots to make rice. The cured fish and bacon in the warehouse, snow-white rice, and various wild fruits in the rubber plantations were all collected.
No one knew if this was the last meal. Everyone cherished the food in front of them and tried to eat as much as possible to build up their strength. However, at this moment, bursts of sound came from the distant land. The sound of horse hooves.
"What's going on? The stewards of the rubber plantation usually don't do their inspection until after four o'clock in the afternoon. Why did it come earlier today? Everyone is preparing for war... and the people are evacuating to the rubber plantation."
The frightened people began to evacuate into the jungle, and fifty veterans were scattered to guard the intersection. The defensive position looked loose but was extremely practical.
The muskets were loaded with ammunition, daggers and parang knives were held in their hands, and sharpened bamboo spears were placed on the ground. Everyone was ready for a bloody battle.
"Kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one... Let each of you settle on your destiny."
The camp fell into silence. Regardless of his injuries, Luo Gou climbed onto a leafy coconut tree and looked in the direction of the horse's hooves. Everyone was nervously waiting for the moment when the enemy would arrive.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. No one was afraid. The veterans began to gently move the muscles of their ten fingers. They were making preparations for the battle.
At this time, Luo Gou above his head suddenly screamed, "Ah... Kingdom of Heaven... every day... the flag of Heaven, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Luo Gou let out a loud cry.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Ma Zijian stood up and stared at the end of the road in the distance. Sure enough, a bright yellow flag was fluttering in the wind. When they got closer, everyone saw the four familiar characters, Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
Everyone is crying, they are howling like crazy, these four words are their spiritual support, even if it is the enemy's trick to lure the enemy, they can't care about it. Only those who are thousands of miles away from home can understand that in their bones. The flag is important because it is their soul.
Three tall Arabian horses burst into people's sight. Such precious horses rarely appeared in the countryside of Southeast Asia. When the Taiping Army was fighting, only top generals were qualified to ride such powerful horses.
There are three tough warriors on horseback wearing blue military uniforms. The leader is a tough guy with a bald head and no military cap. The patent leather big-brimmed hat becomes a fan in his hands. The tall black horse cannot be controlled with hands at all. The reins and the strength of the legs made the horse run honestly.
Behind the bald officer, one of the two flag-bearers held high the bright yellow flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and the other held high the brocade zodiac flag with the national emblem of Ryukyu as the base. The two flag-bearers made a hunting sound in the air.
The clothes of the two flag-bearers were soaked with sweat. The ropes of their patent leather hats were tightly tied to their chins. Sweat beads were dripping down their cheeks. But whoever dared to shout "Hot" must have this ability. Majestic.
"Damn, it's so hot... How can our brothers survive in this damn place, and we're all fed mosquitoes... Damn, how far is it?"
The four stewards of the rubber company, who had pale faces, sweaty backs and shivered with fear, including a second shareholder, were all waiting behind the three soldiers. There were even six Dutch colonial policemen at the back of the team carefully escorting them. .
"Ahead, ahead is the small rubber plantation. General, this way... this way, please."
After a group of angry people rushed to the gate of the rubber plantation surrounded by bamboo fences, everyone present was stunned. At the gate stood a flag written in blood, with the word "Peace" still bleeding on it.
Fifty veterans knelt on the ground. Behind them, inside the fence gate, the bodies of more than twenty indigenous guards lay in a pool of blood.
The stewards of the rubber plantation were dumbfounded. They did not expect it to be such a bloody scene. The Dutch policemen behind them subconsciously wanted to take out their guns, but the leading officer raised his hand and cursed, "I, Tietoutuo, am here. I'll see who dares to make a mistake without my order."
The person who came was none other than Tietoutuo, the first Tietoutuo who pretended to be a magician in Tanggu. He was not a real monk. His identity was actually an intelligence agent in the Taiping Army.
Tietutuo spurred his horse forward and said coldly, "I am Tietutuo. I was a soldier in the Taiping Army back then. Many people don't know me, but I know that the veterans of His Royal Highness should have heard of me. When I was in Fujian, I I gave several pieces of important information to the King of Servants..."
"Who is the leader here? Come out and see me..."
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