The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 103 The Meeting of Two Heroes (Part )
Zhao Hui should actually be called Chen Hui, Zhao is a symbol of status.

Generally speaking, in Siam, only members of the royal family can use the word Chao. The king’s legitimate sons are called Chao Pha, and the legitimate grandsons and illegitimate sons are called Paong Chao.

There are three more levels after that, and when it comes to the fifth generation, the royal status is cancelled.

Adding "Zhao" before a woman's name means that she is the wife of a prince or even a king (not a queen).

For example, in history, after the Nakhon Si Thammarat royal family offered their daughter to Taksin, Wang Yingzhuan changed his name to Zhao Yingzhuan.

Her brother Wang Runzhi, after being given the name Nu, could only use the title representing a minister, called Phraya Nu.

So after Chen Hui became the woman of Siamese Prince Cui, she was called Zhao Hui by the Chinese.

But this name is incorrect, because although the Ayutthaya Dynasty of Siam encouraged intermarriage between Thais and Chinese and unified Tang and Siam to strengthen the Siamese Empire.

However, the royal family was strictly prohibited from marrying Chinese women, and could only choose from Thais. In fact, only the Chinese called him Zhao Hui.

Strictly speaking, Chen Hui is Chen Lian's cousin. She came to Siam from the mainland five years ago and was immediately noticed by King Agada's legitimate son, Zhao Fathui.

Historically, this prince managed to escape a few months later and went to Ha Tien, where he was protected by Ou Tianci. He became the fuse for the conflict between the Ou and Zheng families.

Many historical books record that his name was Prince Zhaohua, which is incorrect. Zhaofa was his identity and his name was Cui.

After Zhao Facui took a fancy to Chen Hui, due to royal rules she could not bring her back to the palace, nor even give her an identity, so she was raised in the Chinese community in the outer city. As a result, she was unexpectedly captured by the Burmese.

For a woman, even if she is an old prostitute who engages in the flesh trade, being naked in public and appearing in such an extremely humiliating manner would make her want to commit suicide out of shame.

No, if it were a man, it would probably not be much different, but men still have some strength. Most people would probably choose to bleed to pieces.

Mo Zibu patted Chen Lian on the shoulder, telling him not to lose his mind, and then went forward.

The burly Burmese man stepped on the naked Chen Hui with his feet, hurling obscenities at her.

Mo Zibu's inner anger surged like waves, but he became increasingly calm.

He even waited quietly, and when the strong man felt that his scolding was a bit boring and stopped talking, Mo Zibu slowly said:

"Go back and tell your commander that I was the one who captured the city of Pyin Uyen and killed the entire family of the city's defender.

Their family enshrined a white jade Buddha statue from Yongjiya, which I smashed into powder with a hammer myself.”

Of course, Mo Zibu couldn't speak Burmese, and the strong man couldn't speak Cantonese, but he could speak Siamese, so Mo Zibu could ask Chen Lian to relay the message.

After hearing this, the strong man couldn't contain his anger.

Yong Jiya is a legendary king of the Burmese. Without him, under the circumstances at that time, the Burmese would either become slaves of the Mon people or be pushed to the front line of a bloody battle with the Mon people by the Gui family, where they would live a life worse than death.

Therefore, the Burmese worship Yongjiya like a god and will not tolerate any insult.

Even though they were three or five hundred meters apart, Mo Zibu could feel the anger. If they were not separated by several hundred steps, Mo Zibu estimated that he would have rushed over.

"You have insulted Alangpaya, a Miaoxiang person, and this must be washed away with your blood." The giant Burmese man pointed at Mozibu from a distance and shouted loudly.

I don’t know about others, but you are definitely dead!
Mo Zibu was furious, but he didn't continue to talk nonsense. Both sides didn't speak the same language, so it was pointless to continue. He just waited for the real outcome to happen on the battlefield.

Seeing the strong man lift up his leg and step on Chen Hui's leg and start walking backwards, Mo Zibu walked over quickly and took off his shirt.

The woman in the mud curled up into a ball, her small body trembling constantly. She buried her head in her hair and mud, as if she was dead.

Mo Zibu gently wrapped her in his clothes, then carried her in. Under the escort of Chen Lian and Wang Wuchu, he quickly walked towards his team.

"Chun, send her to the Treasure and help her wash up." Mo Zibu handed Chen Hui to Pei Shichun.

Pei Shichun didn't want to go at first. She wanted to stay by Mo Zibu's side to protect him, but seeing Mo Zibu's serious expression, she didn't dare to say anything. She could only obey the order silently and turned to walk towards the beach.

At this time, most of the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall had disembarked, including the Wang family soldiers and the Hakka people, who had already lined up on the shore, with a total of 1,300 people.

They looked at Mo Zibu, who was naked and covered in mud, and also looked at Chen Hui, who was being carried to the boat by Pei Shichun like a kitten, and wondered what they were thinking.

But Mo Zibu would not miss such an opportunity. He carried a thick-backed broadsword, walked back and forth in the team for a few steps, and finally chose a large protruding rock.

At the officer's signal, the surrounding soldiers slowly gathered around Mo Zibu.

"Now you know what the weapons in men's hands are used for, right?

That is the guarantee that you can become a man. With him, you can ensure that your mother, wife, sister and daughter will not be insulted like this.

Anyone who dares to insult your family will first be questioned about the weapons in their hands."

As he spoke, Mo Zibu suddenly pointed in the direction of the Burmese army and said, "Why do those old Burmese dare to insult us?
It's because we didn't let them taste the power of the sharp blades in their hands, so they think they are invincible in Southeast Asia and regard themselves as the heavenly soldiers of Southeast Asia.

They still don't understand. They don't understand that when they meet Chinese people like us, they should tuck their heads into their crotch.

It’s not their turn to be heavenly soldiers yet!”

"This time, we have to fight a powerful enemy. They are very strong, but I want to tell you that it is precisely because of their strength that we deserve this bloody battle.

Because once you defeat them, immense wealth and prosperity will be yours."

‘Crack! ’

Mo Zibu stuck the ghost-head sword into the ground and said, "This battle will make us famous, and each company should fight bravely.

I will give fifty taels of silver as compensation to those who died in battle. For those who are injured and cannot move, I will ask the King of Siam for three thousand Siamese women. I will give three to each person according to the treatment given to A Biao and others.

If you win, each person will be given twenty taels of silver.

"Those who have made contributions will be rewarded according to their merits, according to their military ranks. Houses, land, wives, whatever you need, I will give you double. Do you want to do it? Do you dare to do it?"

Mo Zibu suddenly roared, waving his right fist in the air, looking very excited.

"Go! Go! Go!" Without anyone's encouragement, the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall responded with thunderous cheers.

If someone else made such a promise, they would worry about whether it could be fulfilled, or even if it could be fulfilled, whether the money would be delivered to their families after they died in battle.

But no one has ever worried about this problem with Mo Zibu, because Mo Zibu always does what he says.

"What if the King of Siam doesn't give us women?" someone asked after the cheers.

"Then I will lead you to Ayutthaya and defeat you until the King of Siam is willing to surrender." Mo Zibu answered loudly.

"What if the King of Siam was abducted by the White Elephant King?" someone else asked.

Mo Zibu laughed heartily and stood up, looking meaningfully in the direction of Zheng Xin. "Siam will always have a king. Whoever is the next king of Siam will have to give it to him!"

"Hahahaha!" The soldiers all laughed out loud. As men, this thing is often more useful than giving money.

If you give them a hundred taels of silver, they might still remain calm.

But when she thought of A Biao's happy life, especially the soldiers who had visited A Biao's house, Mei's eyebrows almost flew up.

"Wu Shixiu, please call the military judge!" Mo Zibu shouted to liven up the atmosphere.

"Understood!" Wu Shixiu answered loudly, and then the drummer struck the big drum.

Amidst the sound of drums and music, forty military judges, wearing Ming Dynasty red lacquered helmets with the word "Yong" written on them but with the brims painted white, walked in unison, holding large swords with ghost heads wrapped in white cloth on the handles.

"If you delay, kill!"

"The order does not stop, kill!"

"Come out of the Yue army and kill!"

"If you shrink back, kill!"

"Deserting in battle, the entire team will be killed! No one will be spared!"

"If an officer retreats, the officer will be killed. If a non-commissioned officer retreats, the non-commissioned officer will be killed.

If the soldiers are unable to stop the retreat, all officers and soldiers will be killed!"

In an instant, all the soldiers and generals clenched their buttocks, including the European scum of the Boxer Rebellion.

Although they didn't understand, they knew the military laws by heart, and they knew Mo Zibu's style of killing without mercy.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The rapid drumbeats sounded, reminding the troops to quickly return to their positions.

Amidst the sound of light music, the recognition flags of each company were raised one by one, and the soldiers quickly formed into horizontal rows at the brief commands of the company officers and a small number of non-commissioned officers.

At this time, the line infantry formation in Europe had begun to change from a rigid horizontal formation to a flexible and changeable vertical diagonal tactics.

But Mo Zibu certainly didn't know, and neither did his group of third-rate European officers.

In other words, even if they knew, with the current strength of the Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers, they would not be able to do it.

In fact, it would be difficult for Mo Zibu to line up and shoot the thousand or so people under him.

If we were to say what is the cruelest way of fighting for soldiers in the world, firing squad would be second only to the others, and few would dare to claim it as the cruelest way of fighting.

In the previous era of cold weapons, people were protected by armor. Although the stabbing of iron cans was bloody and cruel, at least they were close to each other and there was not much fear before the adrenaline started to rush.

In later generations, missiles, bombs, and drones were used. Even rifle exchanges were mainly based on faith shooting.

Often the enemy is barely visible, or you see the enemy and before you know it, everything is over.

The only option is to line up and be shot. This thing requires you to watch the other side holding a gun that can definitely kill you, and then you have to line up and shoot each other under the order of the officer.

Especially the first row, the horror is so great that it is hard to describe. Even if you kill an enemy, the next enemy will want your life. The death rate is extremely high.

This fear of moving step by step towards death is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Forget about being lined up and shot. Just imagine lining up and throwing stones at the other side. The fear of getting hurt is something that most people would find difficult to remain calm about.

So in order to barely carry out the line-up execution, Mo Zibu directly used the supervision team.

It's not just for ordinary use. The supervision team is between each company. If they see someone shrinking back or lying down pretending to be dead, they will immediately go up and kill him with a knife.

Not to mention being separated from the team, a knife would pierce your stomach and make you wail in agony for hours or even days before you die.

"Ayao, you are the one fighting this time. I think the Burmese, relying on their numbers, will definitely deploy a large horizontal formation in an attempt to overwhelm us.

I'll give you the Guard Company of the Staff Officers' Corps. You put them in the front rank and get within 50 meters before you attack!

Even a tough guy like Chen Guangyao couldn't help but look embarrassed when he heard Mo Zibu's request.

At this time, the flintlock rifle had a very good killing power within 90 meters. At 60 meters, there was basically nothing that could stop it, and anyone hit would be fatal.

At 50 meters, you can almost see the other side's nose and eyes clearly, and the hit rate is quite high. Few people can hold out until this point before opening fire.

"Boss, if we fight like this, we will definitely suffer heavy casualties, and those who die are all our relatives." Chen Guangyao didn't even call him Longtou or Ren Degong, but directly called him Boss.

"I know." Mo Zibu patted Chen Guangyao on the shoulder.

"Go tell my uncles and brothers that we are few in number and that we have a chance of victory only if we attack fiercely at close range and defeat the Burmese with courage.

But this task cannot be assigned to people with other surnames. Only our Mo family and Chen family can do it.

Tell them that if they die in battle, I, Mo Zibu, will build temples and erect monuments for them so that they can be worshipped forever. Those who survive will become members of the royal family and can become princes.

Mo Zibu now has about three hundred relatives and descendants from the Mo and Chen families, and it is estimated that only fifty or sixty people will survive in the future.

Nanyang is so big that Mo Zibu can afford to give away fifty or sixty princes and nobles who own their own territories.

Chen Guangyao looked at Mo Zibu, gritted his teeth, and suddenly asked, "Is the Chen family also a royal family?"

According to general rules, the Chen family is only Mo Zibu's uncle's family. After Mo Zibu established his own business, the Chen family is not even considered as a relative, so Chen Guangyao asked this question.

“Yes, all of Duke Zhongzheng’s descendants are kings. The descendants of Duke Zhongzheng’s brothers are like county princes. Duke Zhongzheng’s relatives are all considered royal family members.

After this matter is settled, you go back to Jiading and ask my second uncle to choose a cousin for me, a cousin who is not related by blood within three generations, and I will marry her as my imperial concubine.

And you, Guangyao, have been my biological brother since we first met at the age of five."

Mo Zibu also took a gamble and even said such words to the imperial concubine.

And "Lord of Loyalty" is the private posthumous title given to Chen Shangchuan by the Mo and Chen families.

After hearing what Mo Zibu said, Chen Guangyao didn't say anything else. He gritted his teeth and walked over.

. . . .

Chen Chengshan and a group of relatives gathered around Chen Guangyao, and Chen Chengshan nodded first to express his opinion.

"This can be done. Abu can see that it can be accomplished. Our Chen family is not shedding blood now, but after Thirteenth Aunt passes away, it is hard to say how much of the incense will be left.

Chengji, isn't your sister fourteen years old this year? We were brothers in our great-grandfather's generation, so we're almost five generations apart. Your sister is just the right age to be a concubine."

Chen Chengji took a deep breath. Although their family was not closely related to the family of Duke Zhongzheng Chen Shangchuan, their branch was very fertile and could give birth to boys, so they had a high status in the Chen family.

Among the Royal Guards Flintlock Rifle Company, an officer corps formed from the Chen family's Red Coat and Silver Sword Soldiers, more than 30 of them are from Chen Chengji's family. He is the eldest son of the family, and he is both civil and military, and very prestigious.

Chen Chengji took a deep breath and felt the cold air rushing into his lungs, which made his face seem numb. However, he really couldn't resist the temptation of becoming a royal prince.

The Chen family was almost squeezed out of Jiading by the Ruan family of Guangnan.

They pay the heaviest taxes, perform the hardest labor, and are the ones who suffer the most when they have disputes with all the surrounding ethnic groups.

Even Chen Dading, the patriarch of the Chen family, felt that he could not bear it any longer. So one can imagine the pressure on the distant relatives like Chen Chengji.

To put it bluntly, Mo Zibu's sudden rise is the last hope for people like Chen Chengji.

"No matter how old I am, even if I have a short life and little fortune, my parents, sons and grandchildren can always become princes and no longer have to endure the bullying of the Ruan family. Let's do it!"

"Well, if I end up lying here, those who are still alive must remember to ask Longtou to go back and get Jiading.

Let those bastards like Zongshi Yong and Song Wenkui spit out everything they've eaten from us over the years!"

Another prestigious person, Chen Jiawei, also shouted loudly.

Chen Guangyao sniffed, and the surrounding Mo family members also gathered around him. Since the Chen family was willing to do it, the Mo family members of course had no choice.

"The leader asked me to tell all my blood relatives that when Emperor Gaozu of Han started his rebellion, our comrades in Pei County finally achieved great success.

When Emperor Taizong of Tang ascended the throne, everyone in the Tiance Palace was promoted.

Emperor Hongwu restored China, and the Huaixi people were able to rise.

We don’t know who among these three hundred of us will eventually become a king or a prince, but in the future, each of us will be remembered in history.”

. . . .

At this time, the Burmese army was about one kilometer away from the Kunlun Mountain Army, and both sides could even see each other's flags.

At this time, the Burmese army's deployment was to use cavalry to block the entrance of the village where Zheng Xin's troops were located. There were about 300 cavalrymen, and they were less than two kilometers away from the main infantry of the Burmese army.

At a distance of two kilometers, there are two narrow but deep rivers blocking the way, preventing the cavalry from galloping at high speed. This shows the limitations of the Nanyang terrain on the use of cavalry.

Ever since Mo Zibu brought Chen Hui back, both sides began pre-war mobilization, but Mo Zibu's speed was much faster.

He is now in a period of great prosperity. The whole army is united, rewards and punishments are clear, and officers and soldiers are relatively equal, so the speed of assembly is very fast.

At the same time, Mo Zibu is the supreme commander of this army. He can quickly mobilize the soldiers' desire to fight by granting official positions and making wishes.

Even if he offered a reward two or three times higher than usual, it was just a matter of his words and he had the final say.

However, the Burmese army commander Wu Yue was only the commander of the cavalry beside the White Elephant King, and a senior officer among the imperial guards. However, this identity was far from that of a ruler.

The infantry and artillery under his command were temporarily transferred to him and he could not control them as he pleased.

Of course, there is also the reason that the Myanmar army has just retreated from the offensive and it will take some time to regroup.

Therefore, while Wu Yue was still mobilizing troops and boosting morale, Mo Zibu had already completed everything. Guided by the military flags, the soldiers moved quickly to seize favorable terrain.

This is one of the two small rivers between the Burmese infantry and cavalry. This river is relatively deeper and narrower, and the water can flood the horses' bellies, making it difficult for the cavalry to pass quickly. At the same time, there is a slope beside the stream that can be used as a geographical advantage.

This is a slope similar to a "︹" shape, but the side facing the Burmese infantry is long and gentle, while the side facing the Burmese cavalry is short and steep, and the river is below.

Wu Yue didn't expect Mo Zibu to move so quickly. By the time he finished gathering, Mo Zibu had almost set up his formation on the slope.

Although the Burmese cavalry saw Mo Zibu seizing key points and blocking their way back.

However, the order the cavalry commander received was to attack Zheng Xin's troops. Without receiving any orders from Wu Yue, he hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to obey the order and did not turn back to try to drive away Mo Zibu's troops.

Of course, even if he dared to turn around and attack, more than 300 cavalrymen would not be able to deal with more than 1,000 flintlock rifles.

However, even though Mo Zibu took the lead, Wu Yue did not care. Even if the cavalry could not return to support from this slope, it would only take a dozen minutes longer to go upstream.

Secondly, in Southeast Asia, even in Myanmar, it is similar now. Cavalry is expensive and the training cost is also very high. After all, not everyone can ride and shoot on horseback.

The most important thing is that the time period for use is short, which is the few months when the temperature is around 20 degrees.

Therefore, even though the area north of the Irrawaddy River in Myanmar is the only place in Southeast Asia where horses can be raised, there are very few cavalry in the Myanmar army, with a total of only about three or four thousand.

Many are still developing in the direction of dragoons, focusing on short-term mobility and speed.

If the elite Eight Banners cavalry were here, Mo Zibu would dare to line up on such a slope that looked like a fight with his back to the river.

They only need to coordinate with the infantry from above and below to rush over, and it is estimated that two or three waves at most will be enough to take away Mo Zibu and his gang.

But the Burmese cavalry was no match. In history, they were even beaten many times by the mountain cavalry of the Wa people riding Yunnan horses. Therefore, there was still a small gap between them and the elite cavalry of the Qing Dynasty.

It was precisely because of this consideration that Wu Yue did not choose to recall the cavalry after seeing Mo Zibu occupy the key point. Recalling them would not be of much use, so it would be better to let them continue to watch Zheng Xin.

The confidence of Wu Yue came from its 2,600 infantrymen, all armed with flintlock rifles and six four-pound and six-pound field guns.

Of course, Wu Yue decided not to recall the cavalry, but Mo Zibu had to be on guard.

He handed over the main force to Chen Guangyao, and he himself led 300 Luokun soldiers and the coalition forces assigned to him by Wu Rang, Ye Fengchang and others to guard the north, a total of 500 people, to guard against the Burmese cavalry returning for support.

Chen Guangyao arranged the eight main companies of Kunlun Mountain Hall into two large horizontal rows, stretching for a hundred meters.

Between the two rows of horizontal formations were deployed all of Kunlun Mountain Hall's artillery, including four eight-pound cannons, nine four-pound cannons, and three Austrian three-pound cannons that moved very quickly.

The sound of drums and the rumble of cannons accompanied the Burmese army's initiative to fight. Wu Yue left behind a reserve force of about 600 people, and the remaining 2,000 Burmese troops also formed a large horizontal formation, but divided into four rows.

They were located in lowland, unlike Chen Guangyao's side which was a steep slope, so the shells could fly over the heads of the infantry below, so they could use infantry to support artillery.

The Burmese army could only disperse part of its artillery on both wings and push part of it to the middle of the formation to bombard Chen Guangyao.

Although both sides learned from European armies, they could only learn second- or third-rate tactics, personnel, and equipment from Europe.

Therefore, neither side had any hunters who could skillfully use the rifled rifles that were as powerful as a siege weapon at that time.

The artillery was slowly approaching, and the whistling shells kept hitting around the two armies, but overall, the artillery of Kunlun Mountain Hall had a great advantage.

Although the two sides had similar numbers of field artillery, Kunlun Mountain Hall had the advantage of geographical location, which allowed it to concentrate its artillery and easily take advantage of concentrated firepower.

Moreover, when a shot is fired, because it is fired from high altitude and low altitude, the shell can bounce and sweep among the Burmese army.

The Burmese army attacked from above, and the shells often made a hole when they hit the ground and could not bounce very far.

Under the fierce gaze of three military judges holding sharp swords, Guard Jacques howled madly and gave orders. The surrounding artillerymen also held their positions tightly, firing one shot faster than the other.

All the artillery, under the command of Jacques, concentrated on bombarding the left wing of the Burmese army.

It is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten fingers. This is especially true for artillerymen whose accuracy and power are limited at this time.

The effect was very good. The Burmese artillery was deployed in a scattered manner and failed to form a combined force.

Although the Kunlun Mountain Hall's formation was bombarded continuously and screams were heard one after another, each shot only took out two or three people, and there were two rows of large horizontal formations to share the damage.

As a result, more than 20 people were sacrificed, but it did not cause a great blow to morale.

But the Burmese army was in a miserable state. The left wing of the Burmese army was bombarded by sixteen field guns. The shells were spinning at high speed, leaving a bloody streak with each hit. A bullet would fly everywhere, and if it hit someone, the bones would be broken at best, and the person would be killed on the spot at worst.

And there were about 400 of them, four rows in total, who were enduring all the bombardment.

In just a distance of two or three hundred meters, sixty or seventy of their men were killed by artillery shells. They were slow to move along the way and had to reorganize at least three times before they could keep up.

No, they didn't keep up and were clearly dozens of meters behind the other Burmese troops.

As a result, the Burmese army's formation was somewhat disorganized before it even reached combat distance.

Soon, the distance of 150 meters was reached, and the artillery's firepower was temporarily reduced due to overheating and too much residue in the barrel.

The moment for the infantry to fight to the death and be shot in line is about to come.

　I just got home. My son is going out for lunch, and my wife wants me to go shopping with him. So I have to seize the time and rush to write. I know that Hanhai Tanger Gui is not finished yet. Please forgive me, I will definitely finish it next week.

　　
　
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