The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 102: Meeting of Two Heroes (Part )
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A cannonball hit Zheng Xin directly. The bouncing and spinning projectile flew at high speed, making a series of strange whistling sounds.

The surrounding Siamese militiamen couldn't help but scream loudly, until they saw Zheng Xin motionless, they barely calmed down.

Zheng Xin waved his hand again, and everyone hid behind various obstacles, because the Burmese army would open fire after the artillery bombardment.

Sure enough, only half a minute later, gunshots rang out in unison, like frying beans. Lead bullets hit the Siamese militiamen, splashing up clouds of dust. Some of those who were unlucky were shot directly and soon began to wail and struggle on the ground.

A few frightened people got up and ran, then soon shook violently as if they had been electrocuted and fell heavily to the ground.

This was the first time that the Siamese militia were brutally beaten by the elite Burmese Guards, and their minds were almost completely destroyed. Those who were able to hide behind obstacles with Zheng Xin and others were considered very brave.

Zheng Xin's Chaozhou soldiers, who had been baptized by war, had secretly held their swords, waiting to engage in close combat with the Burmese army when they attacked this small village.

Under such extremely unfavorable circumstances, the Chaozhou soldiers relied entirely on hand-to-hand combat to fight back again and again until it got dark.

Of course, while killing a certain number of Burmese troops, their casualties were also quite heavy.

In the evening, Pai Jingyin, Pi Tongshuai, Luan Siwarakhan and other close relatives gathered around.

During the fighting in the past few days, Zheng Xin's troops were reduced from 3,000 to more than 600, and almost half of his confidants were gone.

If Zheng Tai's troops were included, the situation would be even worse. Of the 2,000 people in Zheng Tai's army, only less than a hundred people were left around Zheng Tai's son, Pijaya Raja Zheng Mincheng.

"Xin, the Burmese army's attack tomorrow will be even more intense. The Burmese artillery has almost reached the village entrance, and the range we can move in is getting smaller and smaller. We must make a decision."

Luan Siwarakhan whispered that he knew very well how much the Chaozhou compatriots and Nazhen people had bet on Zheng Xin.

Even though more than 2,000 people have been lost, there are still at least 150,000 Teochew people in Siam, and most of them are young and strong.

As long as Zheng Xin can stay alive, the current losses can definitely be tolerated.

"Deserters have started to appear. Just now, young men from two villages sneaked away." Tong also came over and whispered.

The Burmese army did not surround and kill Zheng Xin because they hoped that Zheng Xin would retreat so that they could pursue him with cavalry.

Zheng Xin couldn't help but clench his fists. Tong knew him best. Although he was gentle and polite to others, he actually had a very hot temper. He could not tolerate others abandoning him after coming to him.

Others did not notice this because they had not been embedded in Zheng Xin's life for a long time, such as decades.

Moreover, Zheng Xin has strong self-control and can control this small flaw in his character, so it is impossible for him to know if he is not close to her.

Only Tong, who has been with him since he was five or six years old, knows what kind of person Zheng Xin is at heart.

So, hearing Tong say this, Zheng Xin quickly nodded.

"Wait a little longer, hold out until tomorrow night. If Yi Lian still doesn't bring reinforcements, we will retreat."

. . . .

The next day, the dazzling red sun slowly rose. Zheng Xin's troops, who were surrounded in the village, were extremely exhausted. The Burmese army had not given them an easy time last night.

In addition to occasionally firing artillery at the village to disturb their rest, there were also several waves of elite troops who came directly up and harassed Zheng Xin and others until they were exhausted.

Zheng Xin himself hardly slept a wink all night.

The Burmese army began to act before the sun rose. By the time the sun rose, they had completed their preparations and were ready to launch an attack.

This battle was more fierce than Zheng Xin had expected. The Burmese army, with teams of almost 100 men each, launched continuous and flood-like charges.

The Siamese army was badly beaten, their outer strongholds were lost one after another, and their range of activities was further compressed to the middle of the village.

Zheng Xin couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If only he had broken through last night, it would have been great. But now, he didn't know if he could hold on until night.

After a while, Tong's younger brother Chuzhi, who was the second king of the Chakri Dynasty in history, Sura Singhana, came crawling over, with tears on his bloody face.

Although Chu Zhi was brave, he was only fifteen years old this year and was still a child who had not grown up. This battle was also the most terrifying battle he had ever experienced, and he looked a little scared.

"Brother Axin, the commander died in battle. The east of the village can no longer be defended." Chu Zhi covered his mouth tightly, tears falling from his eyes.

He was smart enough to know that he couldn't shout out loud at this moment, so he tried his best to lower his voice.

Taksin shuddered violently, although he sometimes disliked his commander's alienation from the Najin Group and his blind loyalty to the Ayutthaya Dynasty.

But the commander was still a hero worthy of Zheng Xin's respect, a brave and angry Chaozhou man.

He was one of the few Tang people and Nazhen people who had no distinguished family background. He started as a freeman and rose to the title of Pi (Marquis) by relying on his martial arts and loyalty.

"My brother, Zheng Guoying will not let your death be in vain." Zheng Xin suddenly drew out his two swords and said to Chu Zhi:

"Gather our thirty bravest warriors. I've just discovered the Burmese commander's location. Once the Burmese army enters the village, we'll charge through here and head straight for the commander on the other side."

Zheng Xin was ready to fight to the death, which was also a helpless choice after the gap in strength was too huge.

But just as Zheng Xin finished saying this, the sound of Burmese army's gunfire suddenly faded away, the shouting and killing sounds gradually disappeared, and the world became strangely quiet.

Chu Zhi bravely stuck his head out from behind the earth wall. His face suddenly turned from pale to red, and he jumped up in ecstasy.

"Brother Ashin, the Burmese soldiers are retreating! The Burmese soldiers are retreating!"

Zheng Xin also slowly stuck his head out and saw that the Burmese soldiers within his sight were indeed on guard cautiously, and then they took turns slowly retreating from the village.

This is so strange. The Burmese army could obviously attack the core immediately and defeat these two or three thousand of our own people in street fighting, but these Burmese soldiers did not do so.

Zheng Xin looked around in confusion, and suddenly, on the distant sea, the scene he had imagined countless times appeared.

A number of typical Cantonese-style fast crab boats, mainly driven by oars, were approaching rapidly.

"The Ha Tien soldiers are coming, the Ha Tien soldiers are coming!" Zheng Xin's face showed an ecstatic look, and he roared with all his might.

At this time, Mo Zibu's influence naturally could not be compared with the Hexian Ou family as a whole.

Because in Southeast Asia at that time, before Taksin became king, the title of Khmer King held by the head of the Ha Tien Nguyen clan and Nguyen Thien Ci was the only crown among the nearly two million Chinese in Southeast Asia.

This influence is far greater than Mo Zibu imagined.

That's why Zheng Xin didn't shout that Mo Zibu or Kunlun Mountain Hall were coming, he shouted that the Ha Tien soldiers were coming.

Tong, Chuzhi, Luansiwarakan, Zheng Mincheng and other Teochew people or Nazhens with Teochew ancestry all gathered around.

The ecstasy of escaping death made them forget everything and start cheering.

But then, even louder cheers rang out.

"The Tang soldiers are coming! The Tang soldiers from China are coming!"

"The Tang army has arrived, the Tang army has arrived!"

"The Burmese will definitely not be able to defeat the Heavenly Soldiers. We are saved!"

At this time in Southeast Asia, the term "Han" was actually not very popular. Han was actually the most popular term in the north, while Hua and Tang were popular in Southeast Asia.

The reason is very simple. Hua naturally refers to civilization and culture.

And what about Tang?
That’s because for the two major countries in Southeast Asia, Annan and Siam, the Tang Dynasty is the one they are most familiar with, and even has close ties with them.

The Annan people became independent from China during the Tang Dynasty. Their last deep impression of the Central Plains dynasty was the Tang Dynasty. To this day, there are still many traces of the Tang Dynasty in Annan's political system.

The main ethnic group of Siam came from Yunnan in the south. They were mainly Tai people who had been assimilated into Thailand, mixed with a certain number of Zhuang, Dong, Yi, Wa and a small number of Bai people.

They moved south during the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties. Unable to bear the oppression of the Dali Kingdom established by the Bai people, descendants of the indigenous Chu and Han nobles in the Central Plains, they chose to move south.

Even the Burmese, their ancestors the Pyus, only broke free from the control of the Bai people and regained the title of Pyu King after the Tang Dynasty attacked Nanzhao fiercely and Gao Pian and others almost defeated Nanzhao. They were then able to continuously annex other ethnic groups in the Irrawaddy River Plain to form the Burmese.

Therefore, in Southeast Asia, the memories of the Central Plains dynasties by the indigenous peoples of Southeast Asia basically come from the Tang Dynasty. This is one of the important reasons why most Chinese in Southeast Asia call it Tang instead of Han.

Because when the natives see the Han people, they naturally think of the Tang people.

Zheng Xin looked at the white Japanese flag with a red border and a blue background, which was becoming increasingly prominent on the sea, and listened to the Tang characters shouted by the Siamese people beside him.

At this moment, the education that I received from childhood, that Teochew dialect is the Tang dialect, seemed to have loosened a little.

Mo Zibu, who was on the Lucky, saw this from afar and couldn’t help but grimace.

These Burmese troops retreated too quickly. After hearing the retreat horn, they did not hesitate at all. Two thousand people retreated smoothly in less than ten minutes, and they took turns to cover each other's retreat.

All this proves that the approximately 3,000 Burmese troops on the opposite side are definitely the elite among the elite.

On Mo Zibu's side, due to unfamiliarity with the hydrology, the sailing warship did not dare to dock at all. It could only drop anchor one or two hundred meters away from the shore, and then use fast crab boats to carry soldiers ashore.

Even if it was a fast crab boat, it could only land anywhere. Mo Zibu asked Tanka Er to personally lead the water ghost team to explore for a long time, and they found that the only place they could land was a little in front of the village where Zheng Xin was besieged.

So when Mo Zibu arrived near the coast, he immediately ordered the entire army to raise the flags and sail the ships as close to the sea as possible. The gun covers of the warships were removed and the gun barrels were pushed out of the gun ports.

The bet was that the Burmese would not be able to figure out where he came from and would not dare to rush up and stop Mo Zibu in such an inconvenient place as the beach.

Fortunately, Mo Zibu succeeded again.

Wu Yue, the commander of the Burmese Guards Cavalry, looked at the more than ten warships on the sea, and of course, the most important thing he saw was the hundreds of black cannons.

He had never seen it before, but he could tell at a glance that it was very high-end and not a white sun flag with a red border and a blue background that some indigenous king could design.

In other words, Wu Yue felt very familiar with it, but couldn't remember the history for a moment.

Out of caution, he did not order his soldiers to block the attack on the soft beach.

If the enemy's large ships could get closer, and the elite guards musketeers were forced to line up and be bombarded on the beach where it was inconvenient to move, the White Elephant King would chop off his head.

Mo Zibu was overjoyed and immediately ordered his soldiers to start landing.

Now, due to the restrictions on the landing area, the situation between the two sides has become that the Burmese army is in the north, Mo Zi Bu is in the middle, and Zheng Xin is in the back.

It was not a straight line but a < shape, with Mo Zi Bu at the top in the middle and the Burmese army and Taksin at the two ends.

Moreover, Wu Yue had a very sharp sense of smell. When he saw three or four hundred Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers landing, he immediately ordered the Burmese infantry to bring up the field artillery.
Because Mo Zibu's men had also landed at this time, the large ships one or two hundred meters away did not dare to fire at will.

The Burmese cavalry blocked the entrance to the village where Zheng Xin was, preventing Zheng Xin's hundreds of exhausted Chaozhou soldiers from coming out.

The first to land were the two flintlock companies of the Ha Tien Regiment and the First Grenadier Company of the Yi Cong Regiment. Both were considered the elite troops on Mo Zibu's side.

When Chen Guangyao saw the Burmese army coming from the north, he blew the whistle in his mouth without hesitation.

The soldiers of the three companies quickly formed a line, and the six drummers immediately beat the drums to signal the approaching of the densely packed enemy troops. The officers and a small number of non-commissioned officers also shouted loudly.

The smell of solemnity and discipline quickly spread.

"General, I know who they are!" Suddenly, a young officer next to Wu Yue, the commander of the Burmese Guards Cavalry, shouted.

"The group of Siamese Myo Xiang people we are chasing are not the ones who attacked Pyay City. These are the ones with large sea ships."

Wu Yue suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise, recalled the military report about the attack on Pyin Uyen, and nodded slowly.

"Yes, they are most likely the Myo Hyang criminals. After attacking Pyay, they were able to evacuate quickly across the Irrawaddy River. They must be very skilled in naval warfare."

Wu Yue pointed at Zheng Xin's troops, who were beaten to a pulp, and said, "If they had large ships like these, they wouldn't be unable to break through our blockade on the Chao Phraya River."

Hearing Wu Yue's words, the surrounding officers were overjoyed. One of the giants shouted loudly:
"General, we have always been Xin Xin Piao's most ferocious henchmen, but now everyone else is busy attacking the Thai capital, while we are here catching petty thieves.

Now that the Buddha has sent these criminals who plundered our hometown here, we should let them all go ashore.
Defeat them, capture them, don't let any of them escape, and make their descendants our slaves!"

The giant officer's cry was immediately echoed by everyone.

They are the most elite troops of the White Elephant King. They are not afraid of Western countries such as Britain and France, or the Qing Dynasty in the north.

"Okay, send someone to deliver the declaration of war.

No, send them the beautiful woman we just captured and tell them to come ashore if you are a man!"

Wu Yue quickly agreed, because he knew how much the White Elephant King hated the Miaoxiang people who had attacked Bimiao.

Because he not only captured a city, they also robbed the White Elephant King's captured artillery and killed the White Elephant King's relatives.

Yes, the defender of Pyin Uyen City who was hacked to death by Mo Zibu was the younger brother of the White Elephant King’s favorite concubine and his brother-in-law.

Moreover, King Meng Bo of White Elephant has been on the throne since he ascended the throne.

He defeated Shalian and subdued the Meng people.

The Arakanese (Rakhine) were beaten to their knees and begged for mercy.

They broke through the important border town of Manipur and killed dozens of British soldiers who were helping Manipur.

They also went north to fight the Qing Dynasty's vassal chieftains, who paid tribute every year, and now they can destroy Siam immediately.

It can be said that in this small piece of land in Nanyang, it has always been the White Elephant King who has the right to fight others.

Mozibu penetrated hundreds of miles deep into the enemy's territory and captured Beimu, snatched away the White Elephant King's slaves, and killed the White Elephant King's brother-in-law.

This is simply the biggest stain on the glorious conquest journey of the White Elephant King Meng Bo. It is an obvious and difficult-to-remove filth on the White Elephant King's huge tusks, and it must be destroyed!
. . . .

In the salty and humid sea breeze, Mo Zibu stepped on the beach and jumped lightly twice.

Chen Guangyao had already set up the first line of defense and occupied a slope at the end of the beach, thus gaining a foothold.

Seeing Mo Zibu approaching, Chen Guangyao quickly saluted and reported, "Lord Ren De, they didn't attack me when I landed. It seems they intended to let us go ashore."

Mo Zibu smiled faintly, looking at the group of French big-nosed men around him, and he understood something in his heart.

"This group of Burmese soldiers is not simple. Judging from their discipline and formation, they should be the White Elephant King's imperial guards. They may have recognized us."

"Did you recognize us?" Chen Guangyao and Wang Wubing beside Mo Zibu were a little stunned and didn't understand what it meant for a moment.

Mo Zibu did not explain that he had been trained for ten years in the military war zones of Tieba and Zhihu.

In fact, I have developed a character that says I would rather let the world down than let the world let me down. As a keyboard warrior, how can I do anything wrong? Even if I do, it was others who provoked me first, so I deserve it.

This kind of mentality is exactly the mentality of the White Elephant King who is self-centered at this moment.

In addition, Mo Zibu was also the king at this time, so he naturally understood the White Elephant King's thoughts better.

If Mo Zibu were the White Elephant King, anyone who dared to slap him like this would be crushed to dust.

"Miaoxiang people, who is your leader? Let him come and see if he recognizes this woman.
If you don't know her, I can tell you that this is the concubine that your Miao Xiang people gave to the Siamese prince.

You damn ghosts, you have your own homes but you don’t stay there. You have to run around the world and send your women everywhere.

But the Siamese prince is not so lucky. She is mine now. I, Yeduwen, have tasted her. She is not very pleasant and cannot compare to our Burmese women.

Now, the magnanimous Wuye Duwen will return her to you. You thieves who are destined for the reincarnation of animals, take this bitch we don’t want and leave with your tails between your legs.”

A giant-like officer dragged a naked woman with disheveled hair by a rope towards Mo Zibu and the others.

"Zhao Hui? Is it Zhao Hui? How did you get captured?" Chen Lian was shocked and looked at the woman coming from a distance in disbelief.

When the woman heard Chen Lian's shout, she suddenly began to struggle. She didn't want to get to Chen Lian, but she didn't want to be pulled here by this giant Burmese man.

"Hahahaha!" The giant Burmese man became even more proud when he saw this. He pulled the rope and pulled the woman in front of him like pulling a puppy. He also reached out and rubbed her bruised body twice in a lewd manner.

Then he slapped the struggling woman twice, knocking her to the ground and dragging her forward.

There was nothing else along the way but the sobs of a woman whose self-esteem was completely shattered.

Chen Lian's eyes were blazing with fire, and the two swords in his hands were already unsheathed.

Mo Zibu grabbed Chen Lian. There were flames in his eyes, but his mind was very clear.

"The Burmese are trying to provoke us. They are afraid we will run away."

"Fuck you, you're dead!"

(End of this chapter)