Gu Song was still wrong.
Because the Ming army had a specialized military medical system.
Disinfect with alcohol and suture the wound.
More than a hundred people were not hit critically.
Or maybe the Chinese musketeer who had his hands and feet broken finally saved his life.
So get rid of the ones who run away.
This time, a total of 1,821 young and active Chinese were captured.
Thirty taels of silver ransom for the lowest-ranking soldier.
Officers are paid separately according to their rank.
And that Dutch lieutenant Vestergaard, this guy must have paid one or two thousand taels of silver.
Calculate it this way.
That’s almost ninety thousand taels.
According to the habits of Cantonese people.
Zhu Daohua planned to ask for a ransom of 88,888 taels of silver.
88888, hair hair hair hair.
Looking for good luck?
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"Master Liu, Master Lin, we really can't defeat him! This Ming army is really too fierce!"
Ma Sanbiao, who was released for ransom, knelt in front of Liu Qianxing and Lin Guoliang.
Tears burst into tears.
The braid on the back of his head was gone, revealing his bald head.
Everyone present frowned.
The one with furrowed brows was Liu Qianxing.
If you lose, you will give money to redeem someone.
This is the rule of Nanyang.
After all, the Chinese population in Nanyang is small. If we really let the killing go, I'm afraid they won't be able to suppress the local indigenous people.
But I heard asking for money.
Liu Qianxing suffered from liver pain.
Where can he come up with the money now?
"How much does Ni...Mingwang cost?"
Liu Qianxing no longer dares to call the traitor directly.
"I want 88,888 taels of silver. If the money is available, King Ming will release more than 1,800 of our brothers, as well as the Dutchman Vestergaard."
"More than 80,000 silver?!"
Liu Qianxing's expression changed drastically.
Even if he sells the Liu family, he won't be able to pay for it!
He looked at Lin Guoliang.
Lin Guoliang remained silent now, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
The Lanfang regiment's trainer is the Liu family. If they win, it will be the Liu family who will benefit the most.
Now the fight is lost.
Naturally, it was the Liu family who paid the price.
Liu Qianxing originally wanted to ask.
Can the Qing court reimburse this money?
Seeing Lin Guoliang's appearance, he knew there was no chance.
He is considered a "lone minister".
He had no connections at all in the Qing Dynasty.
If we really have to send someone to collect the account, I'm afraid we won't be able to afford it.
Now I can only pay for it myself.
But I really can’t give you this money...
Under the change of expression.
Liu Qianxing became furious.
"Come on! Push out Ma Sanbiao, who has shaken the morale of the army and escaped from the battle... and kill him!"
As soon as this statement came out.
Ma Sanbiao's expression changed drastically.
"Liu, please don't do it! You don't do things according to the rules!!!"
"Rules? It used to be Nanyang's rules, but now it's Qing's rules!!"
Liu Qianxing held his hands to the north and said coldly.
"Bullshit Qing Dynasty rules!! Can the Qing Dynasty defeat the Ming Dynasty's soldiers? Dear Jia Tai, don't be stubborn. You have all seen how powerful the Ming Dynasty's heavenly troops are. With only ten thousand people, they control Nanyang. If there are tens of thousands It won’t be a problem to get a Guangdong, right?”
“The roots of your tribes are still in Jiaying Prefecture!!”
Ma Sanbiao's words made the faces of the Lanfang clan leaders present change greatly.
The Jiaying Prefecture clans here in Lanfang all moved from Jiaying Prefecture.
Many of them are still in contact with their families in Jiaying Prefecture.
Liu Qianxing heard Ma Sanbiao say this.
His expression suddenly changed.
"Shaken the morale of the army! His heart must be punished!! Pull him out and kill him!!"
"No! You can't cut it!!"
"The two armies are fighting without killing the envoy."
"Yes, yes, yes, King Ming is our Han people, Queen Ming is our Hakka people, and the future Prince Ming will also be our Hakka princes. They are all members of our own family, so why make it so ugly."
"Yes, yes, Liu Jiatai, I think you should follow the rules. If you follow the rules, it will be easier for us to meet each other in the future."
"Yes, yes, it's better to follow the rules. Liu Jiatai, if I think we can't continue the fight, just surrender. The soldiers under the command of King Ming are all our Hakka soldiers. Isn't it better to go to King Ming than to the Qing Tatars?"
All of a sudden.
Everyone who was doing it started shouting in Hakka dialect.
Lin Guoliang came from Hunan to Guangdong to serve as an official.
Cantonese vernacular is barely understandable.
He was really confused by this Hakka talk.
However, when he saw that these Lanfang unscrupulous people were looking at him with a hint of murderous intent, he also had a premonition that something was not going to happen.
These wallflowers no longer seem reliable.
Lin Guoliang was planning to run away.
But Liu Qianxing couldn't escape.
His face became increasingly ugly.
What a bullshit Hakka prince.
You guys can surrender, how can Liu Qianxing surrender?
If nothing unexpected happens.
The Liu family will definitely regard it as the chicken that King Ming killed to scare the monkeys.
But if you can’t surrender, can you fight?
I can't fight anymore...
Seeing that people's hearts are about to fall apart.
Forced into battle.
I'm afraid the fight hasn't started yet.
All the people under his command had to go to the Ming army.
You can't fight.
Can't vote.
Then we can only withdraw first.
Liu Qianxing had no choice but to say: "Everyone, please be patient. I have obtained the court's promise that when this war is over...the court will allocate funds to compensate for your losses."
He squinted at Ma Sanbiao.
After all, I didn't dare to take action.
"Ma Sanbiao, go back and tell...Mingwang, just 88,888 taels of silver. Can you please extend some time?"
Ma Sanbiao breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Said: "King Ming said that the ransom can be delayed first, but you have to pay for the food first... Give 6666 taels of silver first as food expenses for the heroes!"
Ma Sanbiao was also shaking now.
There is the Ming King Hu Might.
It seems that Liu Qianxing doesn't dare to kill himself for the time being.
"What did you say?"
Liu Qianxing's temples were pounding.
What the hell is food expense?
Before he could speak.
The leaders of the Lanfang tribes started discussing.
"Ming Wang Renyi."
"That's the truth. The ransom can be delayed, but the food expenses cannot be withheld."
"People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry."
"That's right, King Ming is benevolent and righteous. We can't be unbenevolent and righteous."
"Liu Jiatai, these 6,666 taels are worth it."
Liu Qianxing gritted his teeth.
Staring at Ma Sanbiao.
Ma Sanbiao is not afraid now.
I almost walked through the gate of hell just now.
The tears and snot are still on my face.
But now he has his hands behind his back and his head raised with a proud look on his face.
Liu Qianxing was silent for a long time.
Finally gritted his teeth.
A word came out.
"Give!"
6666 taels of silver.
Just a few hundred kilograms.
On the next day, Ma Sanbiao came out of the Liu family's barracks and drove more than 6,000 taels of silver pulled by a buffalo back to the Mingwang camp.
Zhu Daohua, who received the prisoners' food expenses, smiled.
"It seems that the Liu family can no longer control their people."
Hearing this, Gu Song said: "The soldiers and horses under the Liu family were originally coaxed. Now that the war is going unfavorably, the morale of the army will naturally be weakened."
"Okay, let's get 6,666 taels of silver first. After the Liu family is defeated, the remaining 88,888 taels of ransom will have to be paid by those Lanfang rich people!"
The local tycoons in Lanfang are really rich. After all, they all run gold and silver mines, so they must have money on hand.
First it was 6666, then 88888.
Zhu Daohua, who is from Guangdong in this life and his previous life, is quite satisfied with this number.
Good luck.
"Get ready to attack the camp of the native soldiers!!"
Zhu Daohua pointed at the sand table.
Target.
It was the military base of the Borneo indigenous soldiers ten kilometers away.
Zhu Daohua was still a little distressed when he killed the Chinese.
Kill the natives.
That means there is no psychological burden at all.
