The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 747: Return to Han after many twists and turns

Luo Tianxiang sat with his horse and sword in hand, and beside him stood a long white flag with four large black characters written on it:
'There is death but no life'

His thousand men came to support Mao Xiangsheng on the mountain. Because they were stationed on flat ground, they were targeted by the Red Head Army. The commander of the Red Head Army allocated at least more than ten thousand men to attack.

"General, the soldiers have fought seven bloody battles in just one day and one night, with more than two hundred casualties. Some of them can't hold on any longer!" Several Huiliangren officers looked at Luo Tianxiang with some fear, but still couldn't help but remind him.

"I can't hold on any longer, hahahaha." Luo Tianxiang stood up and shouted in a loud voice like a bell: "I'm waiting for the day when you can't hold on any longer!"

"I tell you, the Great Yu Kingdom will be the most powerful dynasty in the world, and in the future it will become a great empire that controls the entire universe. There are countless people in the world who want to rely on the Great Yu Kingdom to become the masters.

The reason why I, Luo Tianxiang, was able to go from being a pirate doing hard labor to where I am today is because I followed the right people. But you, in the past, believed in the lies of the evil monk and committed endless sins. It is no exaggeration to say that you have brought disaster to the country and the people.

Today, the fact that we have a head is a testament to the mercy of Heaven and the wisdom and benevolence of Your Majesty."

Luo Tianxiang bowed to the void, a playful smile on his face. "But I see you shameless people still want to be the best of the best. You want at least a hundred acres of fertile land, a large house with three entrances, wives and concubines, and sons and daughters."

The soldiers and generals around couldn't help but chuckle when they heard what the usually arrogant and cold Luo Tianxiang said.

Hui Liangren has suffered a lot in the past eight years, but compared to those who were directly wiped out by the court, it is still much better. At least he is still alive and his family is still there.

And now, just as Luo Tianxiang said, they are all waiting for the end of this battle, when everyone will receive the emperor's reward and live a good life like those Han vassal states.

"Since you haven't given up yet and don't want to be a bitch for the rest of your life, then you have no choice but to fight to the death." Luo Tianxiang said in a low voice.

“You have no choice, so I deliberately set up camp here, because the more difficult it is, the more your value can be demonstrated.

Be prepared for half of you to die. The remaining half will be able to enjoy eternal wealth. Please write your suicide notes. I will ask the military judge to keep them for you.

This way, even if you die, your reward will be passed on to the person you designate, and your parents will be able to leave their household registration with Hui Liangren."

Who said Luo Tianxiang was a reckless man? He was very smart because the emperor had already verbally agreed to allow the Hui people to shed their citizenship and become Han people again, or to be more precise, become citizens of the empire.

The imperial court needed the Huiliang people who had converted to the White Lotus Sect to reproduce and thrive in the river. Huiliang people also gained recognition from the whole empire again because of their performance.

But these Hui people didn’t know this, because Luo Tianxiang was fortunately from Yuan Cong, so he had the channels to know some things.

Therefore, following Luo Tianxiang's statement, the Huiliang people under his command, and even another Huiliang Brigadier General Ma Jinyuan, all showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

After years of atonement, I can finally redeem myself today.

"Everyone, young and old, General Luo has said this. Let's fight it out. Life and death are up to fate. If you live, you will enjoy wealth and honor in the world. If you die, you will return to your hometown of Zhenkong and continue to follow the Ming King!"

Ma Jinyuan sighed, he could finally take off his beloved's hat, and the ceiling above his head could finally be broken through.

"If the father and son are in the army, the father goes to the back row; if the brothers are in the army, the elder brother goes to the back row; if the only son in the family is in the back row, he also goes to the back row.

I think these Qarlugs will collapse sooner than we will. The battle will be over in half a day at most. Fight with all your might. Once you are done, you can seize their fertile land, large houses, wives, concubines, and sisters."

"Long live! Long live! Long live!" The Huiliang army generals below cheered like thunder, and all the fatigue from the continuous battles was swept away.

The news even reached Mao Xiangsheng's troops guarding the mountain, and these Hui people were also very excited.

Judging from their appearance, or in other words, most of them were originally Han Chinese. Now as long as they have removed their Huiliang native place, who would know who they were originally? Their descendants can rest assured to be Han Chinese.

Amid cheers, the Persian coalition launched its eighth attack, still consisting of thousands of Bukhara soldiers, a small number of divine warriors, and two hundred red-headed soldiers supervising the battle.

This time, Luo Tianxiang took off his coat and started doing his old job, artillery.

He used to be fat and could not run during the charge, nor could he do delicate work like loading rifle ammunition. He was regarded as a waste by the army and was almost demoted to a civilian several times.

In the end, it was the use of artillery by Mo Zibu's army, which was then called the Xing Tang Army, that saved his life.

This guy is extremely strong. As long as he is not allowed to run back and forth, his strength is equivalent to five people. He is the best ox-horse artillery.

During the most dangerous times, Luo Tianxiang could serve as five artillerymen by himself. To fire a cannon, he only needed a gunner to ignite it, and the cannon would be combat-ready.

And now, fifteen years later, Luo Tianxiang, formerly nicknamed the Fat Elephant, has finally returned to his old job.

He was extremely skilled in loading the ammunition. The five or six kilogram shells seemed weightless in his hands, so his cannon fired very quickly.

On the battlefield, the Huiliang people who had received Luo Tianxiang's promise increased their combat effectiveness to the maximum. They were originally the elite among the Huiliang people, and each of them had experienced hundreds of battles. Now they were not afraid of death and fought hard. The Bukhara people who were forced to be cannon fodder could not be defeated at all.

With more than a thousand smoothbore guns, two hundred rifled guns, and eleven large and small cannons to support them, the Bukhara people suffered heavy casualties as soon as they met.

The front row, unable to bear the casualties, retreated in panic, but were quickly pushed back by the divine warriors behind them.

Ma Jinyuan sneered and tore off the green battle flag that symbolized volley fire, allowing the soldiers below to fire freely.

Without the unified coordination required for a volley, lead bullets were fired like crazy. The already frightened Bukhara cannon fodder could not withstand it and they retreated crying.

This time, there were more than a thousand people fleeing, and they quickly led the large army. The seven or eight hundred divine warriors mixed in the army were unable to stop these fleeing soldiers and were also swept away and ran back.

Ma Jinyuan shouted loudly and ordered 600 vanguards to charge forward with bayonets. The hand-to-hand combat was more frightening to the Bukhara cannon fodder than the shooting. Now they completely collapsed and no one resisted at all.

However, the Red Head Army's supervisory team was very experienced. They fired arrows from a distance, and then beat drums, which quickly calmed the panic of the fleeing soldiers.

In fact, most of these fleeing soldiers were not injured and did not even see the enemy. They simply fled because of mass panic.

The divine warriors who were being forced to run away also came to their senses and helped the supervisory team to reorganize. After two or three minutes, the formation was basically organized again.

However, what they didn't see was that the Huiliang army had approached them to only eighty or ninety meters. At this distance, Ma Jinyuan waved a small flag and six hundred muskets opened fire at the same time.

The gunshot was like thunder, shaking the roof tiles.

Six hundred lead bullets swept across the Bukhara cannon fodder like a rainstorm, killing and wounding hundreds of people instantly, with screams everywhere. These thousands of people gathered together, as if they were specially made to be targets.

At this point, no one could control these people. More than 3,000 people cried and ran away. The few supervisors who wanted to stop them quickly disappeared in the terrified crowd. Thousands of feet trampled over them, and they were silent in an instant.

However, the Huiliang army did not pursue them. Instead, after hearing the horn, they retreated in an orderly manner, waiting for the next enemy attack.

Lesoman Khan was already numb. He had more than 30,000 men against the enemy's 2,600 men. It seemed that they had an advantage in numbers, but in fact they could not win at all.

But it doesn’t matter. Although the Bukhara people suffered four or five thousand casualties, the Taohuashi people on the opposite side can’t hold on any longer.

Their lead bullets and gunpowder could only withstand two of his attacks at most. As for the third attack, his elite troops would charge directly and engage in hand-to-hand combat, and they would be drowned even with a large number of people.

But at this moment, thunderous cheers suddenly came from the opposite side. Lesoman Khan looked through the telescope and felt a chill in his heart.

The endless Taohuashi army, carrying flags of various colors and wearing red, black and other colored uniforms, filed in from behind Jiazi Mountain.

The few outposts built by Lesoman Khan in front were destroyed in an instant after they only had time to raise the red warning flags.

"Retreat, retreat, the main force of Taohuashi is coming." Lesoman Khan's military literacy was still good. He did not hesitate at all. While the Taohuashi army was still two or three miles away and there was no contact on the battlefield, he decisively chose to retreat.

However, even if he wanted to run, Mao Xiangsheng and Luo Tianxiang would not let him escape easily. Therefore, as soon as they saw the Persian coalition forces move, Hui Liangren began to charge.

On the battlefield, the situation suddenly reversed. The Hui people began to attack and the Persian coalition forces slowly retreated.

Some of the wounded and seriously injured who were left behind, and the Bukhara cannon fodder who had lost their organization and had no one to collect them were directly captured by the Hui people and then hacked to death on the battlefield.

Twenty minutes later, the main force of the Dayu West Army arrived at the battlefield. The entire army of 30,000 was deployed according to plan and attacked together.

Leisoman Khan also arranged two thousand people to block a key stream, but they did not even see the main force of the Dayu West Army and were quickly defeated by the Huiliang people.

At the same time, on the other side, Yang Fang's Yulin Guards and Luo Siju's troops also began to counterattack, and the 20,000 Persian coalition forces besieging them had no choice but to retreat.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate. Dayu deployed Mao Xiangsheng, Luo Tianxiang, and other Huiliang people as the vanguard of the left army, while Yang Fang and Luo Siju served as the vanguard of the right army. They pinned down the retreating Persian coalition forces, preventing them from leaving and continuously picking off any stragglers or troops used to block their advance. Under immense pressure, even though the Persians retreated early, their disorganized and disorganized forces still caused widespread panic and casualties.

After more than two hours of fighting, when the Persian coalition finally broke away from contact with the Dayu West Army, they had lost more than 4,000 people. Half of them were killed by the Dayu West Army during the retreat, and some fled into the mountains.

Li Xianwen immediately stood high up, looking at the green army of the Persian coalition on the opposite hill fluttering in the wind, and said to the generals around him with a chuckle:

"It seems that this is where the decisive battle will take place. The Persian king is quite capable. He chose this place to take advantage of his numbers."

At this time, the battlefield was very open, seven or eight kilometers long and about three kilometers wide, enough to accommodate a confrontation of more than 100,000 people.

In the middle, an unknown stream lay across the two armies, but the water was not deep, only knee-deep. The Persian coalition had set up artillery on the opposite hill, waiting for the Dayu Western Army to cross the river.

“The Persian cavalry has not moved. Although their fighting strength is not very good, they still have 20,000 to 30,000 men.

Now that Chen Huacheng hasn't spotted any cavalry attacking the main camp, I'm certain they're behind this hill, ready to strike us hard at the most critical moment."

Li Xingtai pointed behind the mountain and said loudly to Li Xianwen that not only did the Persian coalition cavalry never show up, but he also thought that such a scene was too suitable for cavalry combat.

“Although this river is not deep, it is not easy for artillery to cross it, so our advantage in firepower cannot be fully utilized immediately.

To cross the river, we must brave enemy fire and suffer certain losses." Dingxi General Dong Jinfeng also continued.

"Then let's send a small number of elite soldiers across the river and show them the bravery of our Dayu men. This will also render the artillery deployed by the Persian king useless.

As for using cavalry to charge our line infantry formation, well, I think they'll come alive but die!"

In this era, cavalry, especially when facing an army of the quality and fierce firearms of the Dayu Western Army, could no longer have a huge impact on the battlefield situation.

Li Xianwen immediately gave the order to attack. It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and half a day was enough to end the war.

On the hill, King Agha Muhammad Shah of Persia stared at the river.

His plan was exactly as the Western Army generals had predicted. Behind the hill were 20,000 cavalrymen who had never been deployed. The artillery on the hill had been set up long ago and could directly bombard the river bank.

It can be said that the Persian king used all the advantages his army could bring out. If he still couldn't win, it would only mean that the gap between the two sides was too big.

"Your Majesty, the Peach Blossom Stone Man has crossed the river, but..." Beside Agha Muhammad Shah, Donbali Khan Hussein Kuli seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The Donbali people are a branch of the Turkic Kurds. They currently have a semi-independent khanate, the Khoy Khanate, and Hussein Kuli is the Khan.

The entire Khanate of Khoy was considered a member of the newly joined Red Head Army, so more than 3,000 people were mobilized to join the expedition. Hussein Kuli was also a general whom the Persian king highly valued.

"The Peach Blossom Stone Men are really tough to deal with!" The Persian king also said this resentfully, because the number of Western troops crossing the river was very small, only about two thousand people, and they were scattered over a kilometer long.

This made the cannons set up by the Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah on the hill useless. The population was so scattered that using cannons to attack them would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

"Should we send out the cavalry? One charge can drive them into the river." Dunbali Khan Hussein Kuli suggested.

Agha Mohammed slowly shook his head. "It's pointless. Let Lesoman lead 10,000 men. Don't use the Bukharans this time. Use the God Warriors and his own men to drive the Peach Blossom Stone People back."

It really is meaningless. Agha Mohammad Khan emptied his family fortune to fight this war, just to become a demigod of the Red Army.

This meant that if he failed to win this battle, everything would be in vain, so there was really no point in driving thousands of people across the river.

Lesoman Khan had just retreated from the front and immediately received the task. He felt a little numb after receiving the order.

Is my uncle the king still asleep?

The battle reports of the past five days have all been sent back. When he had 30,000 men fighting against the enemy's 2,700 to 2,800 men, he had to rely on human wave tactics. Now he is leading 10,000 men to fight against the 2,000-odd people who are crossing the river on the opposite side.

Moreover, I had just retreated and ran all the way. Although I didn’t lose many weapons, my morale was almost gone. How could I possibly complete this mission!

Of course, he didn't know that the Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah, who insisted on going to the river to make this all-in gamble, actually felt that he might lose this crucial war.

Under this extreme anxiety, my brain is not working as well as usual.

There was nothing Resoman Khan could do. He was a member of the Qajar royal family and had a part in the first unified Persian country in hundreds of years.

Therefore, Lesoman Khan had no choice but to take out his own private treasury and give a wave of rewards to the selected people. After barely raising the morale, he began to attack the Western Army that crossed the river.

This time, Lesoman Khan suffered a great loss, because he was not facing ordinary Western Army soldiers, but two thousand soldiers of the Right Guard of the Jinwu Army, who were waiting for Lesoman Khan to come.

The Jinwu Right Guard was divided into three companies, including two light infantry companies and one grenadier company. The grenadier company was also equipped with a Jingwei one-pound cannon weighing 126 kilograms and capable of firing canister shells, and two tiger squat cannons.

This one-pound gun can be fired by one person and easily moved by two people. It is the best supplement to the insufficient firepower of line infantry and is specially used for fighting this kind of small and medium-scale contact battle.

As a result, the 10,000 soldiers of Lei Soman Khan suffered a great loss. They naturally could not use 10,000 people to besiege three companies. They also had to disperse their forces in order to prevent the Western Army from continuing to cross the river.

Therefore, the combat unit composed of three companies (nearly 300 people) of the Western Army basically needs to face one or two thousand people. This ratio is not enough to pose a threat to the Western Army.

When Lesoman Khan's infantry was still two hundred meters away, they were bombarded by more than two hundred Moye 1793 rifles and Jingwei one-pound cannons. After they finally rushed to seventy or eighty meters, the grenadiers deployed on both wings of the Jinwu Right Guard threw another wave of bombs.

Amidst the chaos, the guards of the Jinwu Right Guard only needed a single charge to defeat them.

Seeing this, Lesoman Khan immediately decided to abandon the other Jinwu Right Guards and focus on attacking the three most critical points.

But he never expected that the Jinwu Youwei would gather together very quickly. Before he completed the troop deployment, the Jinwu Youwei officers in other places saw through his intentions and directly joined in to prevent the divine warriors from escaping easily.

The result was that amid the deafening sound of gunfire, it was not the ten thousand divine warriors who attacked the two thousand Jinwu Right Guards, but the two thousand Jinwu Right Guards who surrounded the ten thousand divine warriors and beat them up.

Every time gunfire rang out, a large number of divine warriors were killed. Even though they shouted religious slogans and launched desperate attacks again and again, even though they were not cowardly, they still could not make up for the gap in weapons and combat capabilities.

Lesoman Khan was shocked. He looked at his ten thousand men in disbelief. He saw that they were divided and surrounded by two thousand people and were about to be eaten.

So he didn't care about anything else and could only transfer another 10,000 troops from the troops he could still deploy.

Li Xianwen saw it clearly on the other side of the river, and he immediately ordered the veteran general Zhu Shedou to lead 2,000 cavalrymen across the river.

You don't want to send out the cavalry, right? I'll send out the cavalry first.

The battlefield was already chaotic, but the situation changed immediately with the arrival of Zhu Shedou's cavalry. Most of these cavalry were from the Jinwu Right Guard and Longxiang Left Guard cavalry of Daibei. They were equipped with cavalry-specific carbines and pistols, and their firepower was quite strong.

Although Zhu Shedou was over sixty years old, he was in excellent physical condition. As soon as they crossed the river, they rushed towards the weakest link of Lesoman Khan's army.

He first fired carbines, killing and wounding hundreds of people, and then swept back and forth in the crowd, slashing with pistols and sabers, killing the divine warriors and making them cry out.

"Stupid, so stupid!" Agha Mohammad Khan on the hillside cursed angrily, "What is Lesoman doing? How could ten thousand people be surrounded by two thousand?"

"Your Majesty, please send out the main force. We cannot just watch Lesoman Khan's troops being wiped out!" Dunbali Khan Hussein Kuli suggested.

"Fire, fire indiscriminately!" Agha Mohammad Shah shouted loudly in a somewhat crazy tone. Then, more than 20 artillery pieces on the hillside began to bombard the river bank, a completely indiscriminate bombardment.

At the same time, the Persian army that had been lined up on the hillside began to slowly descend the mountain, entering the plain from the two or three kilometers wide hillside. There were as many as 60,000 of them.

Li Xianwen also knew that the time for a decisive battle had come. He used flag signals to order the Longxiang Right Guard and the Guards Cavalry who had crossed the river to quickly break away from the Persian coalition forces and form a formation to escort the army across the river.

On the right side, General Mo Gongleng, who was in charge of the Western Front, led a detachment of 9,000 troops and also started a war with 25,000 Persians.

However, on this side, the Persians' military advantage was not that great. Unlike the main force, which had 60,000 troops and 20,000 hidden cavalry, a total of more than 80,000 people were fighting against Dayu's 37,000 troops, so they fought quite aggressively.

Mo Gongleng wanted to get rid of these Persians as soon as possible and then support the main battlefield from the side.

The final decisive battle finally begins.

(End of this chapter)