The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 123 The Big Boss
When Chen Guangzu, Wang Wuchu and others broke through the Burmese water fort under the cover of naval guns and rushed into the south of the city, this was the scene they saw.

A sturdy bearded Chinese man looked at them warily. Chen Guangzu knew that there must be many soldiers armed with sharp blades hiding in these broken walls and ruins.

These Chinese no longer have their guns, but they are still determined to fight hand-to-hand.

Chen Guangzu quickly searched his body, and then a white sun flag with a red border and a blue background appeared in his hand. Chen Guangzu held it high.

The strong man didn't know the meaning behind this flag, nor did he know what kind of flag it was, but he knew that the White Sun Flag was the favorite flag to be hung by the people of Ou Jia Mingxiang in Hexian.

He had also vaguely heard of the name Mo Zibu.

Tears streamed down the eyes of this battle-hardened warrior. Then, from the ruins appeared many figures with blood on their faces, exhausted but still courageous.

"Mingxiang people, Chen Guangzu, the captain of the first company of the Hexian Regiment under the command of Lord Rende Mo, the leader of Kunlun Mountain Hall, has been ordered to arrive in Ayutthaya City to rescue our compatriots!"

Chen Guangzu shouted it out in not very standard Mandarin, which was Mo Zibu's request.

Hearing the familiar local accent, the Chinese who had been holding out in the south of the city came out like sardines. After a second of silence, thunderous cheers rang out.

"People from our homeland are coming! Our Tangshan brothers are here to rescue us!"

"Master Mo Wu is truly a hero!"

"It's saved! It's saved!"

"May Mazu bless us, people are coming from Tangshan!"

If these Teochew people hear Mandarin and Cantonese on weekdays, they will definitely look at them carefully to see if you are coming to their territory to make a living.

But now, when they heard these words from their homeland, it was like listening to the Buddha's teachings, and their hearts were so happy that they were about to burst with joy.

For the first time, they felt how important their identity as a Chinese was.

The Burmese army also saw someone breaking into the south of the city, and of course they also saw the warships peering outside the water fort.

They can't do anything about the water, but they can still take care of things on land.

There was a sound of gongs, and the Burmese army quickly mobilized hundreds of elite soldiers, who came to attack with guns and swords, and many people followed behind them in the shadows.

But Mo Zibu had already taken this into consideration when selecting his men, and the more than 30 people he selected were all elite soldiers.

The military officers were either from a family background of martial arts like Chen Guangzu, or martial arts masters like Wang Wuchu.

Even the soldiers were Annan mandrills who had just emerged from the Shura Field of Rong City and veteran pirates who had gone to sea since they were teenagers.

Seeing that the Burmese army had indeed moved out, they quickly entered the position of the Chinese Volunteer Army. Before the Burmese army got close, they were beaten down by these elite soldiers.

Their more than thirty flintlock rifles were loaded extremely quickly. A master like Wang Wuchu could even fire a terrifying record of three rounds per minute.

You have to know that this is the era without cardboard-loaded ammunition, and the amount of gunpowder to put in depends entirely on your feeling.

Therefore, this speed is quite outrageous. Most soldiers cannot achieve this data during training, let alone on the battlefield.

This is the true gift from the ancestors, he was born to do this.

Although the remaining officers and soldiers were not as good as Wang Wuchu, they could basically fire two shots per minute.

As for the Burmese army, they had already gotten used to the Chinese volunteers' lack of muskets and the fact that they could only engage in street fighting and hand-to-hand combat for almost a month.

Therefore, apart from firing a few shots from a distance to intimidate, the people who rushed over were quite concentrated.

As a result, Chen Guangzu boldly attacked them until they were about 60 meters away before attacking again. Thirty-five flintlock rifles fired non-stop like a torrential rain.

Even though the ignition rate was only 70% to 80%, it still fired an astonishing statistic of over 230 rounds in three minutes.

The Burmese army was completely stunned. Out of the four or five hundred soldiers who came up, seventy or eighty were killed in three minutes. This terrifying killing power, coupled with the fact that they were not interested in entering the city for hand-to-hand combat, caused them to quickly retreat.

After going down, the Burmese commander still did not give up and organized hundreds of people to attack. This time Chen Guangzu simply did not organize the shooting.

When the Burmese soldiers walked to within a dozen meters tremblingly, he suddenly shouted and led the crowd in a volley of fire. With a bang, more than 20 Burmese soldiers were immediately knocked down. Then he threw the grenades he was carrying on their heads, blowing the Burmese soldiers out of their wits.

Before the explosions had stopped, the Chinese volunteers and Chen Guangzu and others rushed out. The Burmese army was suddenly hit and had no choice but to flee in panic.

This time it was even more tragic. More than 400 Burmese soldiers left behind fifty or sixty corpses without firing a single shot.

The effect was obvious. After the Burmese army retreated, the commander of the opposing Burmese army finally stopped organizing soldiers to attack.

When the Chinese volunteers in the south of the city saw how skilled Chen Guangzu and his men were in fighting, they cheered loudly. They seemed to have endless motivation after being half full. . . .

In the south of the city, Chen Guangzu and others, surrounded by a large number of Chinese volunteers, headed for the temporary command post. The south of the city, which was full of ruins and corpses along the way, gave them a great shock.

Countless Chinese women and children saw their figures and cried out like orphaned children seeing their parents come back to life.

A large number of wounded soldiers lying there waiting to die seemed to suddenly have the motivation to live. They tried their best to get up to prove that they could still move, for fear of being abandoned.

When they passed by the group of big-headed kids outside the command post, everyone couldn't help themselves any longer and distributed the dried fruits and dry food they carried with them to the children.

Chen Guangzu's eyes turned red when he heard these five or six-year-old children whimpering like puppies protecting their food.

He poured a full bowl of sugar water from his kettle, which was made by mixing coconut milk, sugar and a small amount of liquor, into the bowl for the young woman who was holding the blue and white peony bowl.

When the woman saw the young officer in front of her, it seemed as if his whole body was shining with the light of Buddha. Suddenly, a pool of clear tears flowed from her eyes which had long been dry.

The baby in her arms, who was only a year old, suddenly drank the sweet syrup. His eyes, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened slightly and he made a slight choking cough for the first time in many days.

When they entered the command post and saw the red eyes of Chen Guangzu and others, even a cunning and tycoon like Huang Wenzhe couldn't help but burst into tears.

Luan Zhen walked over quickly, looked at Chen Guangzu and said, "Although I have never met Lord Ren De in my life, the name Liu Xuande of Nanyang is still well-known.

Today, Lord Ren De saved me. I cannot thank you in person, so please hang this flag on the wall so we can kowtow to it."

This is what decency is. Luan Zhen had indeed heard that Mo Zibu called himself the Duke of Ren De, but he just smiled and talked about it with the people around him at that time.

"Mo Wu is not even twenty yet, yet he dares to call himself a lord. Does he understand the meaning of benevolence and virtue?"

The name of Liu Xuande of Nanyang was what his elder brother spread everywhere, but he was not speaking in support of Mo Zibu, but was making fun of him.

But today, he Luanzhen is surrounded, thousands of Teochew Chinese are about to meet with danger, and among the millions of Chinese in Southeast Asia, only Mo Zibu personally leads the troops to rescue them at the risk of his life.

Regardless of success or failure, it is a great favor. Now it seems that the words "benevolence" and "virtue" are indeed worthy of people's lives.

All the teasing he had done in the past was like a boomerang, hitting him in the face.

If you want to be decent and want to take back your past nonsense, then now is the best opportunity.

Of course Chen Guangzu would not refuse. He and Wang Wuchu stepped forward in an orderly manner and hung the former Ming Dynasty naval flag, now the flag of Kunlun Mountain Hall, in this dilapidated temporary command post.

Luan Zhen and his entourage bowed three times formally to the flag.

At this moment, Huang Wenzhe, who had just fallen into an intermittent coma, suddenly woke up again. He looked at the people around him and the white Japanese flag with a red border and a blue background on the wall and suddenly said something.

"Isn't this Liu Xuande rescuing Kong Rong from Beihai?"

"How many people are still in the city? How many are injured? How many are the elderly, weak, women, and children? How many are unable to walk? Your Majesty, we need an exact number now."

After Luan Zhen finished his three bows, Chen Guangzu immediately asked.

Because there was a very realistic problem, that is, Mo Zibu only brought three large ships for combat and also for power reasons.

Therefore, even if all the soldiers on the ship disembarked, there would only be four or five hundred passengers that could be accommodated. You couldn't possibly drive all the sailors and gunners off the ship.

Then, most people in the south of the city must follow the large army of Kunlun Mountain Hall and retreat on foot.

Even the supplies were not sufficient, because the fleet could not carry a large amount of rice.

Even if we ignore the Myanmar army, this is still a dangerous retreat route.

“No need to count. There are only about 2,000 people with minor injuries. There are no more than 1,500 people with no problems with their legs and feet. Please ask this young man to take them away.

The rest of you, just stay with me and don't drag everyone down." Huang Wenzhe still insisted.

Chen Guangzu shook his head, "Now that we are here, if we only save the young and strong, how can we be considered benevolent?
We Han people have never had the tradition of abandoning the elderly, the weak, women, children, the sick, and the disabled to escape. Hurry up and make a count. Duke Rende will launch an attack in two days to help us escape the city."

Huang Wen Ze looked at Chen Guangzu and then clasped his fists. As long as there is a possibility of survival, who would want to die? Even he would definitely still hope to survive.

"Then let's go together. Mr. Huang, take out the last of the food and firewood, so that everyone can have two full meals. We can break out in two days."

Luan Zhen gritted his teeth and shouted with hope in his eyes:
"If we want to go, we go together. If we want to die, we die together!"

(End of this chapter)