The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 125 Southeast Asia Region's Excellent Matching Mechanism

Each of them has their own ulterior motives, they are disunited and even deceitful towards each other. This is the current situation of the Burmese army besieging the city.

On the surface, it seems to be due to human nature, but at its core it is a manifestation of the commander's lack of control.

Because the most important criterion for testing the ability of a military commander is whether you can control the overall situation at critical moments and make the arrogant and powerful soldiers under you think and work in unison.

When faced with difficulties and tough problems, people do not harbor ulterior motives, but instead strive to be the first and step forward bravely.

This is also the reason why the combat effectiveness of the same army in history often varies greatly in the hands of different people.

As a result, the Chinese volunteers in the south of the city began to leave the city and cross the river, while Suki's army was still hesitating to form a battle line.

Commander Thihapodi sent several waves of messengers to urge them forward, and finally someone even came with the commander's order to supervise the battle. Only then did the Burmese army's Southern Camp finally leave the camp and come to fight.

When Mo Zibu saw that the Burmese army's flags were scattered, their formations were disorganized, their orders were inconsistent, and they hadn't even deployed a few field artillery pieces, and their cavalry was hiding behind the infantry, he knew that this battle would not be a big one.

Chen Guangyao laughed loudly and said, "The commander of the Burmese army on the other side is quite sensible. We can even save ourselves the trouble of sending a messenger."

"My lord, I suggest that we wait until they reach 500 meters, and then fire a round of gunfire, so that they will stop again." Lieutenant Colonel Bruno suggested immediately.

Mo Zibu adopted his suggestion. When the Burmese army reached about 500 meters, Mo Zibu immediately fired a round of gunfire as a warning.

The Burmese army was not hurt at all and retreated immediately.

Suddenly, besides the smoke floating on the battlefield, there was also an awkward atmosphere of tacit understanding.

"Send a signal to Li Guangcai, and have him escort the Chinese south of the city out as quickly as possible. He should also be wary of the several hundred Burmese troops stationed in the water fort south of the city who might attack."

Mo Zibu began to give orders in an orderly manner, but the Burmese army, perhaps feeling that this was too much of a joke and unable to explain it at all, only saw command flags waving and messengers shuttling back and forth, and soon the Burmese army was reorganized.

There were about three thousand people coming this time, forming five large square formations with two in front and three in the back. The front row was holding muskets, and the back row was holding swords. The formation was very strict.

However, the muskets in the front row were a mixture of flintlock and matchlock, and it was obvious that they did not have much determination and ability to fight hard.

The artillery was still at the end, with a group of soldiers pushing and shoving each other, their faces red and their ears flushed, and they were not moving very fast.

However, two or three hundred cavalrymen came out from both sides of the phalanx, as if they wanted to attack from both sides.

"Move 200 meters and prepare the artillery. Form a large square formation to guard against cavalry attacks!"

Mo Zibu quickly determined that the infantry in the front would not be the main combat force, but the cavalry might try to attack.

Because he was holding a telescope, he accurately observed the mixture of matchlock rifles and flintlock rifles among the Burmese musketeers.

As for me, Mo Dalongtou, after coming to this world, it was like another door was opened in my mind.

His intuition on the battlefield was very sharp. With only a few military books left by Grandpa Qi and the assistance and reminders of some good men and European soldiers, he began to become more and more competent in commanding the army.

And this time he guessed right again. When the Burmese army advanced two hundred meters and their own field artillery had not yet arrived, and the entire army was hesitating whether to advance or not, the artillery of Kunlun Mountain Hall opened fire.

Fifteen three-pound, four-pound, and eight-pound cannons smashed down on the enemy's front lines, leaving a trail of blood wherever they hit. After three rounds of volleys, the infantry on the front of the Burmese army began to retreat with shrill screams.

However, the Burmese cavalry took advantage of the sound of artillery fire to penetrate from both sides.

But they were obviously overthinking it. Mo Zibu ordered the military drummer to beat the war drum and commanded the 1,300 Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers to tighten the large square formation.

At this time, the spearmen wearing heavy and light armor placed their two or three meter long spears at a forty-five degree angle, the sword and shield soldiers squatted down and raised their shields for protection, and four hundred heavy matchlock musketeers fired three volleys in succession at a distance of one hundred and fifty meters.

The Burmese cavalry, who were charging forward, saw that the Chinese army remained motionless and immediately realized that they could not defeat them. They were hit by heavy smoothbore rifles at a distance of about 150 meters, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses and then fled in a hurry.

Then the battlefield became quiet again. Only dozens of unlucky Burmese soldiers were wounded, but not dead for the time being, and were crying and groaning in the wilderness.

Some of those who were still able to move were still crawling step by step towards the Burmese army camp.

The battle had completely lost its meaning at this point. Mo Zibu aimed his gun at the pontoon bridge in the distance, but he did not fire at it to destroy it, for fear of pushing the Burmese army into a corner.

The Burmese army knew that the Chinese in the south of the city were retreating, but they did not send troops across the pontoon bridge, for fear of provoking the Chinese army to advance further, which would force them to fight.

Mo Zibu could only order the soldiers to take turns to rest, drink water and eat dry food and dried fruits to replenish their physical strength. At the same time, he sent Jinshantang's civil servants such as Wu Shiying to go and meet and settle the Chinese coming out of the south of the city.

Four hours later, at two o'clock in the afternoon, after about five hours of evacuation, the Chinese in the south of the city had almost been evacuated.

But Mo Zibu knew that this was the moment when danger was coming.

Sure enough, just as General Suki of the Burmese Army's Southern Camp was waiting for Mozibu to withdraw, he immediately went to the south of the city via the pontoon bridge and seized the credit for capturing Ayutthaya.

The Burmese commander Thihapodi suddenly led 500 personal soldiers without raising any flags and rushed to the Southern Army camp, and immediately took control of General Suki.

Then Thihapati took out the sword left to him by the White Elephant King and ordered General Suki to attack the Chinese army immediately, otherwise he would be escorted to Ava City and handed over to the White Elephant King for disposal.

Of course, Suki was also blamed for letting the Chinese in the south of the city go and kill and injure thousands of Warriors.

Tihabodi looked at Suki coldly, "You little brat, you still want to steal my credit? Do you think I'm stupid or blind?"

Suki and a group of senior Confederate officers were blocked by Thihapodi's personal guards. For the sake of their future and lives, they had no choice but to surrender and temporarily hand over their military power.

With his sharpness and ruthlessness, Thihapati fully demonstrated why the White Elephant King, who was far away in Ava, was able to quickly choose him instead of promoting Suki and others after the death of the commander-in-chief Maha Arata.

After five hours of fierce fighting, the Burmese commander, Thihapodi, transferred his trusted confidants and elite troops from the East and North Battalions, totaling 6,000 men, to the Southern Army. Once Mozibu was driven away from the position threatening the floating bridge, they would then attack Ayutthaya from the south, now that it had lost the protection of the Chinese.

General Suki's Southern Camp Army was forced by military law and the Supervisory Team to come and expel Mo Zibu and others.

When Mo Zibu saw through the telescope that there were at least four or five hundred cavalrymen standing ready in battle formation in the distance, he tactfully refrained from ordering the artillery to fire at the pontoon bridge.

It was obvious that if Mozibu dared to fire his artillery to disrupt the victory of Thihapati's conquest of Ayutthaya, it would be a fight to the death, and these four or five hundred cavalrymen would immediately rush up to teach Mozibu a lesson.

On this side, the Burmese Army's Southern Camp finally used their signature skills, mixing field artillery among the infantry.

When Mo Zibu's formation was not scattered, the cavalry honestly guarded the infantry's flanks, and the elite flintlock soldiers were finally no longer mixed with the arquebusiers.

When the Burmese army marched three hundred meters, nearly a thousand men in the front row, armed with swords and even sticks, suddenly howled miserably and then rushed over.

These people did not belong to the Burmese army, but were Ahmedan, or serf soldiers. During wartime, they were often drafted as farmers for transportation, and were also used as cannon fodder during combat.

Mo Zibu stopped the artillery from launching an attack, as the artillery's output could not be thrown to these cannon fodder. He ordered the flintlock soldiers to fire continuously when the Burmese cannon fodder ran about 60 meters.

In the rising smoke, a large number of Burmese cannon fodder were knocked down. Of course, many of them rushed up desperately. The spearmen immediately lowered their spears to the sound of drums and cooperated with the sword and shield soldiers to stab them to death one by one.

At the same time, the Burmese flintlock phalanx behind the cannon fodder also quickened its pace and rushed forward during this gap.

Mo Zibu's vision was blocked by the smoke and he could not see the situation in front clearly, but he ordered his personal soldiers to ride the few war horses available and use flags to send back information to mark the artillery.

Therefore, despite the smoke, the artillery still exerted a strong attack power. Mo Zibu ordered a fierce bombardment of the Burmese army's right wing.
Because the Burmese army has at least 5,000 people, and they are attacking from the left and right, one of them must be paralyzed first.

Amid the roar of artillery fire, the Burmese army's line infantry formation on the right wing quickly caved in, with screams emanating one after another.

The small infantry phalanx at the front could not withstand the pressure and quickly collapsed.

The next one came up from behind, but after only walking a dozen meters, dozens of people fell in the concentrated bombardment along the way. The casualties soon exceeded 10%, and the soldiers did not dare to move forward.

After a while, the officer sent by Thehapodi to supervise the battle was killed by artillery fire, and the soldiers quickly dispersed.

Then a smart Burmese officer thought that since the Chinese artillery was so powerful, it would be better not to advance in a strict formation, but to disperse.

Well, do you think that the army under your command is a modern national army?

As soon as the Burmese army dispersed into small squares and heard a few artillery shots, most of them fell to the ground, pretending to be injured or pretending to stagger, but they did not move forward much.

In this era, if you want soldiers to fight to the death without supervision, you either have to be like the thousands of elite soldiers raised by the White Elephant King using the essence of Myanmar.

Similarly, Emperor Qianlong could have done the same by raising 20,000 to 30,000 elite Eight Banner soldiers with the blood and sweat of nearly 200 million Han, Zhuang, Miao and other ethnic groups.

Or you can learn from Mo Zibu and brainwash and support people while being penniless, and still promise a rosy future.

Either you have to be one of the current first-class guards in Britain, France and the Netherlands, or the Emperor's old guard that emerged after the revolution in the old revolutionary districts of Paris.

As for other ordinary armies, you have to use officers and formations to keep a close eye on the soldiers, leaving them no room for choice, otherwise they will dare to start marching on the spot.

The Burmese army's right wing suffered heavy casualties and made a fool of itself under the artillery bombardment, but the left wing that was not hit by the artillery began to approach.

Mo Zibu could no longer leave the artillery position. He had a premonition that the Burmese cavalry might come to attack, but it was unrealistic to call on the infantry to come for protection now.

Therefore, he, as the leader, had to work together with the remaining one hundred or so staff officers and the Guards Flintlock Company to resist nearly three hundred Burmese cavalry, otherwise Mo Zibu was afraid that they would collapse.

Chen Guangyao was extremely anxious at the moment. He was very worried about Mo Zibu's safety, but reason told him that he could not split his troops now. He had to defeat the approaching left wing of the Burmese army first before he could go to rescue Mo Zibu.

Of course, Chen Guangyao did not engage in close-range shooting this time. He was obviously forced to attack the Burmese army, so there was no need to risk his life at such a risk.

One hundred meters away, the Burmese army's left wing musketeers were in front, advancing in formation. Chen Guangyao ordered the heavy musketeers to open fire, knocking down a large number of them in an instant.

The Burmese soldiers who were forced to move forward heard the firing from the opposite side and quickly pulled the trigger.

The black powder created a large amount of smoke and dust, and both sides could hardly see each other for a while, and could only shoot at the place with the most black smoke.

The smoke and dust grew thicker and thicker, and the two armies seemed to be fighting a devil in the fog. They could not see the enemy, and the enemy could not see him. There were only figures falling to the ground one after another.

Three minutes later, the sound of gunfire became sparse, and a cold wind suddenly blew away the smoke. Chen Guangyao then discovered that the left wing of the Burmese army had retreated, leaving behind dozens of corpses, and the supervising officers were forcibly suppressing and reorganizing the troops.

"Flintlock soldiers, move forward. Pikemen, swordmen, and shieldmen, get ready. If the Burmese retreat again, we'll close in and attack them.

Grenadiers, prepare the batteries, heavy riflemen, prepare to reload, and prepare your long swords, we are about to strike the Burmese on the right flank."

Chen Guangyao took advantage of the opportunity and immediately made arrangements. The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall quickly prepared according to the military order, and the officers also took control of the team.

Just as they were getting ready, the Burmese army's left wing came up again.

This time Chen Guangyao was not polite. The flintlock soldiers fired a volley every 80 meters and once every 60 meters, and then the hand-to-hand combat soldiers went straight up and hacked the Burmese soldiers until they screamed in pain. Even the supervising officers could not stop them from retreating.

At the same time, the Burmese right wing also came up in full force, but they were hit by a round of heavy musket fire, and then were bombarded from above by the grenadiers of Frederick's Guards, and retreated again.

But at this moment, Chen Guangyao only heard the sound of horse hooves, and nearly three hundred Burmese cavalrymen rushed towards the artillery position where Mo Zibu was.

(End of this chapter)