"Okay! Good fight..."

"If we call in, Lao Shi's family will be finished now!"

"You deserve it! Why have you been domineering and prosperous for so many years?"

"I heard that the Lao Shi family is one of the three traitors designated by the emperor of the Zhu family. They are going to be exterminated. When Fuzhou City is conquered, they will probably have their heads chopped off one by one, right?"

"It's so lively, you have to go and see it..."

The Minjiang River bank of Cangshan Island, across the river from Fuzhou City, was crowded with people who came to watch the excitement. The Qing Dynasty was originally a country that did not know the people and the people did not know the country, not to mention the heaven and earth society and the knife society.

There have been riots in Fujian for more than a hundred years, and the social foundation of the anti-Qing movement is no less than that of Guangdong. Now the people in these suburbs of Fuzhou naturally gather here to watch the war with the mentality of watching the excitement, and they cheer from time to time.

"Huh! They are all traitors. All of them are traitors. The imperial court has supported them for two hundred years, in exchange for this kind of reward?"

On a church tower belonging to the American Episcopal Church near the shore of the Min River, two brightly dressed Chinese people, an old man and a young man, were leaning against the tower window, looking anxiously at the city of Fuzhou on the other side. The person who made the comment was a man with a face.

The round-faced young man, who looked less than twenty years old, talked about some good Beijing movies. His expression was extremely excited, and as he spoke, he turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

"Zhen'er!" The old man said at this time: "Where do you want to go?"

"Father! My son is going to Fuzhou City to fight against the rebels with his uncle! He will die for the imperial court!"

"Uncle?" The man turned around. He was a fat man in his forties, with a purple face, small eyes, slender eyebrows, and a neatly trimmed goatee under his chin.

"Who is your uncle?" the fat man asked in Hokkien.

"Jinghaihou Shide... bang!" Before the young man could finish his words, the fat man slapped him on the ear. The young man who was beaten by his father covered his face and did not dare to speak.

"Your surname is Hu and your given name is Zhenguo. You are from Taiwan." The fat man said calmly, "You have nothing to do with Shi Jinghai's family!"

Of course it is impossible not to have any relationship! This fat man is Shi Delu, the younger brother of Shi Delin, Marquis of Jinghai, who also inherited the title of Marquis of Jinghai in history. The young man is his eldest son Shi Zhen. The father and son did not stay in Fuzhou

Instead of fighting to the death in the city, they hid in this small church early under the cover of American Episcopal priest Wen Huilian.

"A gentleman's revenge will last for decades! Zhen'er, do you still remember what Pastor Wen said?"

Shi Zhen, who had changed his name to Hu Zhenguo, said word by word as if he was chewing iron: "In Europe, all monarchical countries have Republicans as the biggest threat. Royalists and Republicans are fighting fiercely. The monarchy is...

It is on the verge of collapse. However, the republican system does not usurp the title or pass it on to descendants, but creates a method of recommendation. It is almost the same as the commonwealth of the world. Looking to the future, it will definitely be replaced by monarchy..."

Shi Delu looked at his son with an unspeakably sinister expression: "Zhen'er, our Shi family is already full of loyal men, worthy of the two hundred years of generous support from the Qing Dynasty. This kindness only goes to your uncle and my generation! We have nothing to do with you.

It doesn't matter at all. Don't think about repaying your kindness. The main culprit for our Shi family to be in this situation is of course Zhu Ni or Zheng Ni, but you also have to think about who sent us to Fujian.

!”

"But daddy..."

Shi Delu waved his hand, interrupted his son and said: "The kindness has been avenged, but this revenge has not yet been avenged! The blood feud of the Shi family has not been avenged yet! This revenge belongs to our Shi family and has nothing to do with the Qing Dynasty. There is no need to take revenge.

I can only rely on you, not on the Qing Dynasty which is already the Bodhisattva of Crossing the River.

Son, you should cut off your braids now. Pastor Wen has arranged a ship for you to take you abroad, to Europe, to the United States, to see how the republic works there, and in the future you will follow the example of a cat and a tiger and go against the bright future!

As for money, I have plenty here, and it’s all deposited in HSBC Bank!”

"Deposited... in HSBC Bank? Dad, how could you deposit our money in Zhu Jishi's bank?" Hu Zhenguo stamped his feet, looking anxious.

"Nonsense, where can I deposit it if I don't deposit it in HSBC?" Shi Delu glared at his son, "Should it be deposited in Daqing Bank? Can I withdraw it in the future?"

…

It was when Shi Delu and his son were preparing to run away to save the revolutionary fire for the future Chinese republican movement. The bloody battle in Fuzhou City continued, and the entire city had been riddled with holes. Most of the barricades once guarded by the Qing army were in tatters, and corpses were scattered everywhere.

Stacked together, there were Ming officers and soldiers in gray military uniforms, as well as officers and soldiers of the Shi family wearing Qing army uniforms. Many corpses were still struggling together, maintaining the posture at the last moment of their lives, as majestic as life.

Fires broke out everywhere in the city of Fuzhou. At first, the desperate officers and soldiers of the Shi family set fire to burn the city and perish together with the Ming army. As a result, the wind direction was unfavorable (the Ming army started fighting from the southwest, it happened to be summer at this time, and there was a strong southerly wind), and the fire

They burned the barricades occupied by Shi's army, burning a large area of ​​the city.

It became a white field. The Shi troops who were guarding there were either burned alive or shot to death by the Ming army's explosive bullets fired from rifles and 9-pound cannons on the plains without cover. A small part of them retreated to Wushi Mountain to the north. There.

It was the location of Shi Delin's Central Army and the last stronghold of the Qing Army in Fuzhou.

Three divisions of the Ming Army's Fourth Army have already entered the city, and there are about 20,000 "people's troops" cooperating with them. The latter are disciples of the rebellious Fujian Tiandi Hui, Xiaodao Hui, and Guangdong's "Hong Bing"

Almost. After this battle is over, they will all be dismantled and reorganized. The Shi family's large land in Fujian and the Fujian garrison eight banners are just right.

It is used to place meritorious officers and soldiers of the "civilian army", so these people's fighting will is quite high now. And the Shi family army has a small number of people. If the city wall is still there, it may be able to rely on it to hold on for a while. But now, it is defeated by several times the opponent

Encircled in Fuzhou City and fighting in a melee, what chance of survival is there? They just need to find a piece of land belonging to the Aisin Gioro family to die.

The final battle started at Wushi Mountain. This is the commanding heights of Fuzhou City and is considered a dangerous location. There are also many temples and ancestral halls, all of which are solid buildings. Now they have become strongholds for Shi Jun’s stubborn resistance. The Ming army has already advanced to Wushi Mountain.

Come down and surround this small hilltop. Don't be busy attacking now, but

It is to allocate troops to clear out the sporadic Shi troops in the rest of Fuzhou City to prevent them from setting fire to the city again - what was burned before was mainly the houses and shops near Mancheng in Fuzhou Mancheng, which were the property of the original Fuzhou banner people. If they were burned again, they would

Just burn the houses of the Han people, and when this war is over, there won't be many more refugees to resettle?

Liu Jiong strode over in a gray military uniform, surrounded by staff guards. He was the actual commander of the Fuzhou siege. He had been commanding on the front line and followed the vanguard all the way to the foot of Wushi Mountain. Although

The victory was already certain, but his face still looked a little ugly, because the casualties in the Battle of Fuzhou were really unexpected!

Although the number of Shi's troops is small, their weapons are very good and their will to resist is firm. They are stronger than all the Qing troops they have encountered before! So far, they have not captured many prisoners, and none of them are named Shi! Of course it is clear that

The army was also furious. Wherever they saw Qing troops wearing uniforms, they were either volleying with guns or using cannons to greet them. No one wanted to persuade them to surrender. Anyway, Zheng Hong had given an order not to take prisoners!

"Junmen, this is the last stronghold of the Qing Tartars in Fuzhou! We are finally done!" an officer loudly reported to Liu Jiong.

Liu Jiong glared at him: "I know! Damn it, hundreds of my brothers are dead! I just want to see what this Shi Delin looks like? How can he be so cruel as to lead his clan to fight to the death with us!" "

Another officer reported loudly: "At the military gate, the commando team is ready. A total of 800 brothers will attack the mountain in four routes. The staff department will personally lead the team to attack the south route."

Liu Jiong glanced at the officer, and it turned out to be Shi Dakai, the commander of the 9th Regiment of the 9th Division. This young commander, who was not yet twenty years old, also had gauze wrapped on his head. He was obviously injured in the battle.
Chapter completed!