The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 105 Uncle, You Must Be Uncle

When the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the river beach, the Burmese army had already collapsed.

The Burmese commander Wu Yue and others swam across the river holding onto the necks of their horses. A large number of Burmese soldiers jumped into the river in despair to try to escape, and countless were killed by muskets or drowned.

A part of the Burmese army fought to the end. They were the elite of the elite in the Burmese army. Although they were in desperate situations, they still shouted slogans and killed until the last man.

However, most of the Burmese troops did not have this awareness. They just knew that if they fell into the hands of the Siamese, they would basically die, so very few of them surrendered.

Many people were stabbed or shot in the back and killed while running for their lives.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Mo Zibu saw Zheng Xin for the first time.

This Thai emperor, who was famous in history among overseas Chinese and even Chinese people, had a slightly dark skin, a broad forehead and a very square face, just as the portraits left behind showed.

Zheng Xin also saw Mo Zibu and collected the same information as him.

Mo Zibu is taller than him, has a kind of honest smile, and has a very friendly temperament, which makes people want to get close to him.

However, when Zheng Xin raised his right hand and ran towards Mo Zibu, he hesitated slightly.

Wei Rikun from Hoi An was the son of his great aunt, so according to seniority, Zheng Xin should call Wei Rikun his uncle.

Mo Zibu and Wei Rikun have sworn brotherhood, so it seems that he should call Mo Zibu Third Uncle.

However, Zheng Xin immediately threw this somewhat ridiculous generational ethics behind his mind.

He held onto Mo Zibu's arms with both hands, and with the joy of having lost everything but suddenly made a comeback, he asked loudly:

"Is this Brother Abu from the Mo family? I've heard of your great name for so long! It's like thunder in my ears!"

Mo Zibu also laughed and grabbed Zheng Xin's arm. "Uncle Zheng, please don't call me brother. You are a generation older than me and a great elder of our Chinese people. I should call you uncle."

What a joke! I even want to marry your daughter. If you get into trouble in the future, I will use this relationship to win over the hearts of the people in Chaozhou and even Siam. How can I let you call me brother?

Zheng Xin is 32 years old this year, and Mo Zibu is 19 years old, which is exactly one generation difference.

However, Zheng Xin never expected that Mo Zibu would be willing to lower his generation, and he was stunned for a moment.

In terms of strength at that time, the Mo family had its own foundation and the title of King of Cambodia. Mo Zi Bu had more than a thousand strong troops and nine soft and hard sail warships. On paper, his strength was far superior to Zheng Xin.

Zheng Xin was originally worried that Mo Zibu would use Dasheng and Daen to hold him hostage, but unexpectedly, Mo Zibu lowered his generation very smoothly.

Of course, Zheng Xin was only slightly stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter, "If I, Zheng Guoying, had a junior like Zibu, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams!"

"Caught! Caught this fat pig!"

Suddenly, cheers that shook the roof tiles rang out, and Pei Changwu ran over quickly.

"Longtou, that damn Burmese officer has been caught."

Soon, Chen Lian put a rope around the man's neck and pulled him over like a fat pig.

"Xin, this beast bullied Zhao Hui!" Chen Lian's defense was immediately broken when he saw Zheng Xin. His eyes were bloodshot and he shouted loudly with gritted teeth.

Zheng Xin's expression quickly turned cold as Chen Lian gritted his teeth.

"Bring me a knife!" Mo Zibu shouted.

"Uncle Zheng, let's kill this thief together and let everyone in Southeast Asia know that anyone who dares to provoke us Chinese will be courting death."

Well, Zheng Xin did not object and accepted the title of Zheng Shishu, although he still felt it was weird.

However, Mo Zibu shouted for a knife, but Wang Wuchu smiled and handed over an iron rod.

"Don't hit the dragon head with it, it will kill him in one blow. That would be so boring. We are still waiting to get hit a few more times."

Seeing many Chinese people gathered around indignantly, Mo Zibu weighed the iron rod in his hand and ignored Yeduwen who had collapsed on the ground.

He looked at Zheng Xin and the Chinese officers who had gathered around him and said loudly:

"These Burmese have always looked down on us, probably because they are invincible in Southeast Asia and because they easily captured the Yongli Emperor of the Ming Dynasty a hundred years ago.

I, Mo Zibu, have heard the Burmese say more than once that in the past they could capture our Han emperor at will, so naturally they don’t need to be polite to us now.”

Mo Zibu's words made everyone present's eyes blaze with anger.

The fact that Emperor Yongli was handed over to Wu Sangui by the Burmese to be strangled to death had a much stronger impact at that time than what the Chinese in later generations could feel.

Although the Chinese in Southeast Asia still hoped that the Qing Dynasty could protect them and mediate the conflicts among the Chinese.

They were also very proud that even though they had a braid on their heads, they could still be regarded as Chinese citizens of the Celestial Empire.

But they were not deaf, blind, or stupid. They could still feel the discrimination against them by the Qing government and understood that the person sitting on the dragon throne in Beijing was not a Han emperor after all.

They have very complicated feelings towards the Ming Dynasty, including nostalgia, resentment, and regret.

Although the Ming dynasty was not very kind to the Chinese in Southeast Asia, they still had some feelings and were able to provide some support, unlike the Qing dynasty who were full of disgust and ignored them. However, due to the high pressure from the Qing government, some of them were afraid to be too deeply involved with the word "Ming".

But the less you want to be involved, the easier it is to compare.

It is easier to imagine that the Ming Dynasty is still there, or even the Zheng family of Dongning. If the Guoxing clan succeeds, they can even recover half of the country and establish a Southern Song Dynasty. The living environment of the Chinese in Southeast Asia will be much better.

The event that marked the complete failure of the Ming Dynasty to recover was the capture of Emperor Yongli by the Burmese and his handing over to Wu Sangui. This is a tragic past event that all Chinese people do not want to mention.

Of course, Mo Zibu didn't expect that just by saying a few words, his followers would follow him in shouting "overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty," but it was always a breakthrough point and an introduction to uniting the Chinese people.

Common hatred is sometimes the most powerful weapon that unites people.

So after saying this, Mo Zibu looked up to the sky and sighed, "If only the Ming Dynasty still existed, it would be great. Why would we Chinese be looked down upon so much?"

After saying that, Mo Zibu took the lead and slammed the stick onto Yeduwen's shoulder. The "fat pig" screamed in pain and there was no longer the arrogance and lewdness he had a few hours ago. He only cried and begged for mercy.

Zheng Xin took the iron rod from Mo Zibu's hand and hit Ye Duwen's other shoulder with all his strength.

"My Lord, why do you always come to trouble us who have left our homes?
If the Ming Dynasty is gone, even half of Siam will be taken away!"

Indeed, for someone like Taksin, he had lost his fatherland on the mainland, and now even his motherland had been conquered by the Burmese. Along the way, he had only more than 500 confidants and fellow villagers left out of the thousands he had come across.

It's quite good that he has been able to hold on until now without being exhausted.

The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. They attacked with sticks and punches, and soon the stupid Burmese officer was beaten to death, and then almost turned into a pulp.

. . . .

At nightfall, the results of the battle were counted, with a total of more than 800 Burmese soldiers' bodies and 270 prisoners.

It is estimated that there were as many as five or six hundred bodies in the river that were not recovered or washed away by the water.

If the Burmese cavalry and those killed by Zheng Xin's troops in the beginning are counted, the Burmese army suffered at least 1,400 casualties.

Including the more than 200 captured, the number of people who finally escaped with commanders such as Wu Yue was probably less than a thousand.

In terms of ordnance, the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall collected six intact field cannons, the damaged ones have not been counted yet, 900 flintlock rifles of various types, more than 3,000 kilograms of gunpowder, more than 20,000 lead bullets, and countless other miscellaneous items.

It can be called a great victory, the biggest victory since the establishment of Kunlun Mountain Hall.

But the losses were also very serious. One hundred and fifty-six soldiers were killed in the battle, and more than fifty were seriously injured with broken hands and feet.

As for why there were so few serious injuries, it was because given the medical conditions at the time, people hit in the chest or abdomen by lead bullets would definitely not be saved.

Even being hit in other parts of the body is very dangerous, and most people will die from lead poisoning and suppuration in the wound. Therefore, this kind of serious injury is directly counted as death in battle.

Among the 156 people who died in the battle, there were 61 people from the Mo and Chen families in the first row, including many of Mo Zibu’s blood relatives within three generations.

Therefore, Mo Zibu did not discuss it in detail with Zheng Xin, but personally presided over their cremation and funeral ceremonies, and urged Jinshantang to quickly calculate the merits and pensions.

The same was true for Taksin. He lost more relatives in the battle than Mo Zi Bu. More than 700 of his fellow villagers from Huaburi were killed in the battle. It was a serious blow, and he also needed to comfort and encourage his subordinates as soon as possible.

On the second day, Zheng Xin came to visit Mo Zibu early in the morning. Mo Zibu also rested in the village where Zheng Xin had defended last night. The rooms of the two were very close.

Facing the rising sun, Zheng Xin saw Mo Zibu coming out from next door, and he felt very emotional. At least Mo Zibu was completely confident in him.

"Zi Bu, can I put all the wounded on our warships? There are quite a lot of injured this time." Zheng Xin made the request first.

"Of course, we are all Chinese, so we should help each other. Uncle, please make all the arrangements. I have some medicine on board, so we can use it together."

Mo Zibu agreed immediately and continued, "Uncle, you can actually retreat with the fleet. I'm afraid the Burmese army will pursue us, so it's safer to board the ship."

Taksin looked at Mo Zi Bu and smiled, declining the offer. "Sail away, while certainly safe and fast, the Burmese invasion is like a raging storm, and the people are terrified. We're afraid Ayutthaya won't be able to hold on. We need someone to step forward and show them that Siam hasn't completely surrendered."

Mo Zibu understood what Zheng Xin meant. If he left by boat now, it would look like he was escaping.

But if we can raise the flag, demonstrate our strength, and march south in a mighty force.

Publicizing the victory of this battle would not only boost morale, but also allow Zheng Xin to gain a huge amount of reputation.

"Uncle Shi is truly an exceptional person, to have even considered this.

Why not send all the wounded aboard? I have some uniforms for officers and soldiers. Let them wear them and march south with Uncle Shi's troops, demonstrating our might."

Zheng Xin looked at Mo Zibu in surprise. I, Mo Dalongtou's enthusiasm, made him feel a little unreal.

This is not the way to help someone in need. Does he really have no intention?

"Uncle, why are you being so polite to me? We are all Chinese, so we should help each other.

Uncle Shi, this time, in order to help, not only people like me from western Guangdong came, but also the Minnan people and Hakka people from Zhangzhou, Quanzhou and Xiamen also actively participated. We call this the great unity of the Chinese in Southeast Asia."

Is that so? Zheng Xin was even more confused, and couldn't help but fantasize.

(End of this chapter)