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Chapter 395: Battle of Fuzhou, All Traitors Died
'The Spring and Autumn Annals talked about the nine generations of hatred, and the Lesser Odes stressed the righteousness of the clan and the state. What's more, we are descendants of the gods, crawling under the yoke of dogs and sheep, with thieves hating our masters and being bullied by the enemy. This is truly a situation we cannot live in for a single day.

We are the descendants of the imperial Han dynasty, whose lineage has flourished for a long time, whose virtues and achievements have spread throughout the world. When we surrendered to the Ming dynasty, we suffered misfortune, and the tiny Donghu never took us seriously.

All the righteous men of the world, hearing of the disaster at Yangjia, were filled with grief. All the heroes of the four seas, learning of the disaster at Gengyin, were filled with anguish.

They shaved their heads and changed their clothes, destroying China, and causing the evil spirit to harm us, making it impossible to distinguish between Chinese and foreigners.

The establishment of silver as a punishment for crimes abolished the rules and regulations, allowing corrupt officials to run rampant and the people to suffer.

A large case was launched because of a single word, and thousands of scholars were blamed for nothing.

Destroying thousands of volumes to cover up the hideousness, how could one know the glorious history?

All these things, even if all the bamboo slips in Nanshan Mountain were used up to record all the obscenities on the ground, could not be fully recorded, and even if the waves in the East China Sea were broken, they could not wash away the heinous sins.

The world belongs to China, not to the barbarians.

I, Mo Zhao, the lone loyal descendant of the Ming Dynasty, have inherited the chastity of my ancestors, followed the unyielding spirit of the martyrs, and revived the Han Dynasty in the south of the world. I have won the courage of thousands of patriots and have received the mandate of Heaven. I hereby proclaim this to the world:
All the men of the Han family should surrender when they see the red flag, holding spears and swords to sweep away the dust of the barbarians, and remain heroes of China.

If you are stubborn and refuse to repent, and are willing to serve the Eastern barbarians, you will become a rat's tail and continue the evil spirit, and become a ghost enslaved by the barbarians.

A hero's fame will last forever, and he will live forever with his country!

Those who become Hu ghosts will be cursed for eternity, and their families will be destroyed!

In Fuzhou City, Shi Qi, the fifth Marquis of Jinghai, Governor-General of Fujian and Zhejiang, Governor of Fujian, General of Fuzhou, and Admiral of the Fujian Navy, finished reading Mo Zibu's Northern Expedition Manifesto to Sweep the Manchus, and holding the imperial edict that Emperor Qianlong had just issued appointing him as General of Fuzhou, tears rolled down his face.

"We are already traitors. Mo Guangzhong will not give us a chance to live. He wants to kill all the people who follow the barbarians!"

After crying, Shi Qi showed Qianlong's edict to the people from the Shi and Huang families around him.

"Qianlong was the same. He wanted us to die in Fuzhou and cut off the chance for other bannermen to bow down."

Huang Bingchun, a descendant of the great traitor Huang Wu, was stunned and let out a long sigh after a while.

"Traitor, traitor, that's exactly the right word. The Bannermen treat you as a Han Chinese, and the Han Chinese treat you as a traitor. There's really no way out for you."

"Then defend it. If you want me to die, then take all the people of Fuzhou with me. Damn it, don't even think about having a good life!"

A general officer of the Shi family shouted loudly, pretending to be indifferent, but the sobbing sounds coming from the room could not be stopped.

The northwest wind was blowing hard, and Zheng Qing, the Minister of War, stood at the bow of the third-class battleship, Prince of Ningjing, in full military uniform.

The fleet attacking Fuzhou deliberately sailed against the wind to the north of the Mazu Islands, and then took advantage of the northeast wind and the high tide to rush in from the Minjiang River.

Twelve-year-old Zheng Huaide was wearing a green robe and standing behind his father Zheng Qing. With a few hairs on his face, he was trying hard to look mature.

"My son, do you know why His Majesty asked us father and son to recover Fuzhou?" Zheng Qing turned around and looked at his son Zheng Huaide and asked very seriously.

Zheng Huaide immediately replied loudly, "Your Majesty wants us to avenge our ancestors and exterminate the Shi and Huang families, these two traitors!"

Zheng Qing laughed. "Well said, my son. From now on, no matter who asks you, you must say so, and you must believe it in your heart."

Zheng Huaide heard the hidden meaning in his father's words and asked cautiously, "Father, are our family really descendants of King Zhongwu of Min?"

Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, "Only if you ask me will I tell you, it's probably yes, but it's also possible that it's not.

Because I only heard from your grandfather, Zheng Gonghui, that my grandfather was Zheng Gonghui Kepei, the grandson of King Zhongwu, and that he went south to Jiading to serve as a vanguard for the Zheng family. But apart from a jade pendant whose authenticity is difficult to distinguish, there is no other evidence to support it.

"But if someone asks me, I will definitely say that my family is indeed the heir of King Chungmu, absolutely true!

My son, do you know why?

After hearing this, Zheng Huaide showed a look of disappointment on his face. He didn't expect that someone was spreading the word that he was the father of King Chungmu's descendants when he actually had no certainty at all.

However, upon hearing his father Zheng Qing's question, Zheng Huaide, a gifted intellectual and a great writer in Mingxiang history, immediately had a gleam in his eyes and replied:
"Because Lord Huitang knelt down, his descendants even begged for food among the Eastern Tartars, showing no shame.

However, Koxinga and King Zhongwu of Fujian are heroes of the world and symbols of the Han people's unyielding spirit against the Eastern Tartars.

The descendants of the Zheng family in Beijing are acting like this, which makes the Han people all over the world lose face. Therefore, there must be a brave and unyielding descendant of the Zheng family."

At this time, Zheng Keshuang had no descendants, but his brother Zheng Kehan still had descendants. The leader of this branch of the Zheng family was Zheng Xianji, the grandson of Zheng Kehan.

Qianlong expelled so many Han army bannermen but left the descendants of Zheng alone. One reason was to show his magnanimity, and the other was to insult all Han people in the world. The descendants of Li Dingguo, King of Jin, and Liu Wenxiu, King of Shu, also made the same mistake as Zheng.

Mo Zibu naturally could not bear such an insult. Let alone the descendants of King Li Jin and King Liu Shu, Mo Zibu's line had little to do with the remnants of the Dashi Army.

Zheng is different. His great-grandfather Mo Shiping and maternal grandfather Chen Shangchuan were both subordinates of the Dongning Zheng family.

"That's right!" Zheng Qing smiled. "I can also tell you that the recovery of Fuzhou was deliberately arranged by His Majesty. Once it's accomplished, my family will be granted the title of Marquis of Yanping."

Zheng Huaide was stunned, with a look of surprise on his face, but he kept saying, "The reward is too generous, the reward is too generous!"

"Yes, although my father has made great contributions to the emperor, it is far from the level of being worthy of being made a marquis, even the title of earl is too much.

So, Your Majesty, besides what you said about preserving the continuation of the Han Chinese under heaven, it is also because of Japan."

"Japan?" Zheng Huaide was very confused.

"It's Japan. The descendants of Tagawa, the younger brother of Prince Chunmu, are still in Japan.

Now that China is revived, Your Majesty is discussing the great principles of righteousness, loyalty, and treachery, and abandoning the debate between Chinese and barbarians. Therefore, the previous system of tributary vassalage can no longer be used, and the Joseon Dynasty and the usurping emperor, Japan, should no longer remain isolated."

How can we describe Guoxing's success at this time in Japan? He was an absolute superstar.

Fifty years ago, the Japanese playwright Chikamatsu Monzaemon wrote three Joruri plays: "The Battle of Koxinga", "Koxinga's Later Battles", and "News of the Current Koxinga Brought by a Chinese Ship".

These three dramas are called the Koxinga Trilogy, which tells the story of a group of Japanese samurai who successfully led the Koxinga army to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.

This trilogy is unprecedentedly popular in Japan, and it is absolutely true that everyone knows it, including women and children.

What does this resemble? It's a bit like when China just started to reform and open up in the 1990s, and suddenly an American president whose mother was a first-generation Chinese immigrant suddenly appeared, which caused a sensation.

It is conceivable that if such an American president had appeared in the 1990s, he would probably be touted as a god.

At this time, the status of Guoxingcheng in Japan was such that even the Tokugawa Shogun would mention him as a hero when giving examples. Historically, after China's decline, this trilogy was further expanded by the Japanese who came up with the theory of Huayi perversion.

In the expanded drama, the Japanese samurai who successfully adopted the national surname were able to establish the shogunate system on the mainland, which is another typical example of continental expansion thinking.

But it was not there at this time, so the descendants of Zheng at this time were actually the sharpest dagger that Mo Zibu had inserted into the Japanese mainland.

"Boom!" A huge roar sounded, and after the warships rushed in from Mawei, the 36-pound naval guns bombarded Fuzhou City intensively.

Before the warships passed through Mawei, the Marines had already reached the shore in small boats and cleared the few artillery batteries at the mouth of the Minjiang River.

Ye Mingyue was holding a flintlock rifle. After hearing the warships open fire, he waved his hand and more than a thousand elite members of the Xiaodao Society lurking in the city raised the red flag with a golden sun and moon and began to attack the Governor's Office of Fujian and Zhejiang.

The yamen runners and city foxes and rats in Fuzhou also began to respond immediately. They opened the three city gates on the east and north sides of Fuzhou.

Outside the city, the Han men organized by big families like the Houguan Lin family, wrapped their heads with red scarves, held spears and earthen guns, and rushed in with roars.

Soon, more than a hundred soldiers guarding the Fujian and Zhejiang Governor's Office were killed, and the remaining Green Camp soldiers either surrendered or fled.

Subsequently, the two regiments of the army commanded by Chen Lian, surrounded by Zhangzhou and Quanzhou militia, arrived in Fuzhou City and began to besiege the entire city.

Chang'en was a cavalry soldier of the Plain White Banner, but by his generation, he had neither horses nor armor, and was no longer a soldier. He was just a useless man who lived a life of idleness and waiting to die in the city.

The sound of gunfire continued. Chang'en, who had only been out of the city a few times in his thirty years, opened his eyes wide and looked at the outside world. He was not very scared, but felt it was very novel.

Because the Manchu city policy of the Qing Dynasty was not protection for ordinary bannermen, but torture and imprisonment.

According to regulations, bannermen in the city were not allowed to leave the city easily without the approval of an official above the rank of commander-in-chief.

If he leaves without permission, he will be flogged five times the first time, fifteen times the second time, and put in shackles and put on display in public. The third time, he will be beheaded.

Chang'en touched the long scar on his back, and the piercing pain seemed not to have subsided yet.

"Boom!" A 36-pound naval gun roared from afar, and a shell larger than a human head slammed into the city wall, as if a god had descended from the heavens and struck it with a giant hammer.

A huge hole was smashed in the high-quality blue brick wall, and the soldiers above were directly knocked flying. They screamed and fell from the sky like raindrops, and then fell onto the city wall.

One of them fell in front of Chang En. He looked closely and suddenly cried out: "Fu En, oh, Fu En!"

It turns out that this unlucky guy is Chang'en's younger brother Fu'en.

When Fuen was knocked into the sky, his internal organs were already displaced. When he fell from the sky, his waist hit the battlements of the city wall heavily. Suddenly, only blood came out of his mouth and nose, and his eyes could move.

"You one-cent man, I'll fuck your grandma!" Chang'en burst into tears. He touched the musket in his hand, wanting to load the gunpowder but forgot how to use it.

At this moment, he glanced sideways and saw a young man of the Han Army flag huddled in a corner. He was a descendant of the Chen Han Army who had rebelled with Geng Jingzhong and then turned against the enemy.

Chang'en ran over with his back bent, and started punching and kicking the young Han soldier, making him scream in pain.

"Fuck you, you penny-wise bastard! My brother is dead, and you're still hiding? Get up, take this gun, and kill the southern bandits outside."

The boy was used to being bullied and didn't dare to resist at all.

The snot mixed with tears and blood on his face made him look blurry and as if he had no face.

This bird gun was produced at least twenty years ago and was already very worn out. The young boy sobbed and took a long time to reload it. Well, he probably didn't even know whether he had loaded it or not.

Chang'en squatted with his back against the city wall. When he saw that the boy had finished loading, he kicked him hard again.

The young man cried out again, raised his gun tremblingly, and at the same time raised his blurred head and poked his head out from the city wall.

Ye Mingyue lightly pulled the trigger, and the Flying General rifle in his hand fired the hot bullet over a distance of more than a hundred meters.

The boy shook violently, and half of his skull was pierced directly. The light pink brain matter flew up and splashed all over Chang'en's body and face.

Chang En screamed, and felt a warm sensation in his crotch. He was frightened and fainted, as if he had been hit himself.

The city of Fuzhou was very solid, but unfortunately, no matter how solid it was, it could not withstand the bombardment of 36-pound naval guns and the explosion of coffin black powder.

Soon, the east and west sides of the city collapsed at the same time. Huang Bingchun howled and directed the Huang family members to fill the gap.

But although they were a little braver than the Eight Banners of Fuzhou, they were still no match for the Xing Tang Army.

The Huang family pushed two mountain-splitting cannons, intending to use shotgun shells to harvest lives when the Xing Tang army came in through the gap.

But the Xing Tang Army was well prepared. They had practiced countless times and were not the kind of Green Camp soldiers who only trained once every ten days.

The Huang family pushed the mountain-splitting cannon forward, but the vanguard of the Xing Tang Army first climbed up the city walls on both sides of the gap, and then dropped bombs from above.

Huang Bingchun wailed, tears streaming down his smoke-blackened face. Amid the fierce explosion, his cousins, including his younger brother, brother-in-law, and nephew, were blown to pieces one after another.

Unable to stop it, Huang Bingchun was completely desperate and suddenly thought of the other people in the city.

"Sai Lianmu, my Huang family is all dead, so you guys won't have an easy life either!"

Suddenly, this descendant of a traitor who was forcibly thrown into Fujian by Emperor Qianlong and whose mind was completely overwhelmed by the pain of his close relatives dying in battle, ran towards the inner city of Mancheng.

It was unknown how long it took before Chang'en slowly woke up. He subconsciously took the boy's loaded shotgun and ran home.

Then, he saw a scene that horrified him to death: his mother and wife were hacked to death at the doorstep, and his most beloved son was curled up in blood with his brain burst.

His entire family, except for his daughter who hid behind the door, covering her mouth and daring not to cry out loud, is gone.

Chang'en let out a terrifying cry and rushed out the door like a madman.

There were also shrill cries coming from next door. A group of guys with braids and wearing Green Camp soldiers' uniforms were killing and burning everywhere like crazy.

Chang'en saw their leader, a tall man with a crazy look, who seemed to be from the Huang family of Haichenggong.

"Fuck your grandma!" Chang'en picked up the shotgun, took out the flintlock, and lit the fuse in an instant.

"Pah!" The frantic Huang Bingchun shuddered violently, his hands twitching as he grabbed at the air twice before falling to the ground.

On the tenth day of the third month in the second year of Guangzhong (1778), Fuzhou was recovered, and all the bannermen in the city and more than a thousand traitors were killed!
(End of this chapter)