The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 127 The Future Chinese King

Outside Ayutthaya, in the Chao Phraya River, Li Guangcai tried several times to approach the fortress guarded by Luang Chatut, but was bombarded back by the Burmese army's guns and artillery.

He only had five fast crab boats and no more than a hundred soldiers, so he had no way of breaking through the blockade.

Luang Jadu saw this from the fortress and knew that he could not escape. He put the suicide note he had written long ago into oil paper, wrapped it with fish bladder, tied it to an arrow, and shot it into the river.

Li Guangcai ordered his sailors to salvage the body and found out that Luan Zha was unwilling to implicate them and was determined to die for his country.

When Luan Zhadu saw Li Guangcai retrieve his last letter, he immediately felt relieved.

In addition to what he wanted to say, the last letter also included the hiding place of his family, and he asked Zheng Guoying to take care of them for him.

Until this point, Luang Chadu also thought that it was Taksin who sent people to rescue him at the risk of their lives.

Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with saying that.

After doing all this, Luang Jatut first bowed three times to the north towards his father country, then bowed three times towards the direction of the Ayutthaya Palace, and said to his left and right:

“My ancestors were originally from one of the Nine Zhaowu clans. In the late Tang Dynasty, they followed Bohai Prince Gao Pian to recapture Annan, and later settled in Chaozhou, Lingnan.

My great-grandfather's family fell into poverty and he could only make a living by fishing on Nan'ao Island. He didn't even have his own fishing boat.

Fifty years ago, my grandfather could not bear the poverty and went to Siam alone.

Fortunately, he was trusted by King Thaisa and married a Siamese noblewoman, which enabled him to rise to prominence and eventually obtain the title of king. His descendants enjoyed wealth and prosperity for fifty years.

Today is the day for me, the historian, to repay King Taisha for his kindness."

Everyone around was moved to tears. In fact, there were relatively few Chinese people in Siam who actually served as soldiers. Most of them were civil servants or engaged in trade.

Those who are still holding on now are all those whose ancestors received great favors from the King of Siam.

Just as Luang Chatu said, his ancestors were just poor fishermen in his hometown, but when they arrived in Siam, they were treated as aristocrats. This favor is indeed very important.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

In the river, Li Guangcai bowed in greeting and then led the fleet to retreat.

After he left, the Burmese army began to storm this last fortress outside Ayutthaya.

Without the Chinese volunteers in the south of the city to restrain the Burmese army, the fortress quickly fell, and Luang Chatu, two hundred Chinese soldiers and a small number of Thai soldiers all died for their country.

(Luang Chathu is recorded in Bila Sricharalalai's book "The History of King Taksin". Another French missionary recorded him as Xianshi, which is probably Shixian. He was hit in the head by a lead bullet from the Burmese army and died before the fall of Ayutthaya.)
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On the right bank of the Chao Phraya River, Mo Zi Bu ordered Li Guangcai to send two fast crab boats downstream, and notified the two boatmen who stayed in Thonburi, Zhou Yuanquan, to quickly prepare a large amount of medicinal materials and repair the houses in Thonburi City in preparation for the arrival of the retreating Chinese.

While trying their best to send the elderly, weak and wounded among the retreating Chinese onto ships for recuperation, the rest, including women, had to walk as long as they were able to walk.

Of course, Mo Zibu is also walking now.

About 3,400 Chinese people were rescued this time, and the only ones who were completely unharmed were children.

Most people were tortured beyond recognition in the last ten days or so. Many people were lucky enough to be able to keep up, let alone walk faster.

Therefore, the marching speed was extremely slow, and Mo Zibu could only ask the soldiers to be as vigilant as possible and slowly cover the retreat.

But after leaving Ayutthaya for a day and walking about 20 kilometers, a large number of injuries began to strike violently.

He was still able to hold on, but once he realized he was out of danger, the strength he had held on to was instantly gone.

Some people can still hold on in the morning, but start to have a high fever and talk nonsense at night, and completely lose the ability to walk.

An even more serious problem is the lack of food.

At this speed, walking more than ten kilometers a day, it will take at least seven or eight days to reach Thonburi City. The current food is only enough for everyone to eat for two days, and if they save a little, it will only be enough for about three days at most.

This is a huge test for Mo Zibu.

The first thing that was tested on him was his coordination ability. At this point, almost every Chinese person was injured, and everyone wanted to send themselves and their loved ones onto the ship.

This way, at least you can ensure that you will not be abandoned while you are still alive.

Then there is the problem of distributing medicines and food, especially medicines, which are already scarce. Some people seem to be beyond help, and the medicines can be saved for other people with milder conditions, but their relatives will definitely not do that.

This is completely different from fighting a war. When facing the enemy, you just use guns and knives, simple and rough.

But it is really difficult to do when facing your own people, a group of people who are struggling to survive.

On the second day, they only traveled a dozen kilometers, but Mo Zibu estimated that the Burmese army would not catch up, so he quickly released all the fast crab boats, transferred the wounded out as soon as possible, and at the same time transported food and medicine up.

Despite Mo Zibu's best efforts to treat the sick, by the third day, over 300 Chinese had died from various illnesses. The main causes were wound infections, high fevers and panic attacks caused by various factors, which ultimately took their lives.

The medical level of this era is so exaggerated.

Western medicine based on modern science had barely taken off. Although they had barely gotten past the stage of bloodletting and amputating hands and feet, they were in an era where opium and its derivatives were regarded as panaceas.

The technology of Traditional Chinese Medicine is actually better. After all, it has been passed down for thousands of years. It may not be very good at performing surgeries, but it can still regulate the body and treat basic diseases in most places.

But this is Siam. Western medicine is useless, and Chinese medicine has no herbs or doctors. Often a high fever can take away a life.

Wait, Western medicine?
Mo Zibu was suddenly stunned. He suddenly remembered what he did. He was a college student before he traveled through time!
I'm still a college student majoring in chemistry.

Although the applied chemistry major is a huge pit, damn, getting an undergraduate degree is almost the same as not learning anything at all. You need at least a master's degree, no, it would be best if you get a doctorate to be able to know a little bit about it.

Then he went out to look for a job. Well, other PhDs started at 18,000 or 20,000 yuan, while applied chemistry started at 11,000 or 12,000 yuan. Mo Zibu even saw a PhD earning 9,000 yuan.

But now, right now, in the mid-to-late eighteenth century, a half-baked undergraduate is a future scientific giant, okay?
However, immediately afterwards, Mo Zibu encountered an even more headache. It seemed as if all the knowledge he had acquired in high school had vanished into thin air, and he could hardly remember much of it.

University, university is not DOTA, Warcraft, or DNF. You can cram for exams.

My goodness, Mo Dalongtou has almost forgotten all his chemical knowledge.

But he secretly made a note in his heart that after rescuing this wave of Chinese, he would put aside the battlefield and quickly lock himself up to see how much chemical knowledge he could remember that would be useful in this era.

It seemed that Lavoisier was only in his teens or twenties at that time. If he could think of something useful, it might play a huge role when the delegation went to France.

While people were having wild thoughts, on the third day, more people began to fall ill, especially the elderly and children who were weaker, who began to fall ill in large numbers.

Mo Zi Bu called the officers together for a discussion, and they all felt that the Burmese should be in a hurry to besiege Ayutthaya and would not send troops to pursue them.

For the Myanmar army, a very painful fact is that if they send too few troops, they will not be able to win the battle, and if they send too many troops, it will delay the siege.

Moreover, at this critical moment called breaking the city, no officer or soldier was willing to be sent out.

So Mo Zibu decided to stop at an abandoned town by the river. If the sick children and the elderly continued walking, the fatigue and wind and rain on the road might take their lives.

At the same time, the people who were able to walk followed the fleet downstream to Thonburi as quickly as possible, leaving their food rations for the sick elderly and children.

A Chaozhou man looked at the cooked porridge, swallowed his saliva, held his sister's hand tightly, and started walking away resolutely without looking back.

Those of them who still had the strength to eat had not eaten a single bite and had to travel through mountains and rivers for a whole day before they could get anything to eat when they were near Thonburi City.

But he had no complaints, because this was not only the best solution at the moment, but the soldiers under Mo Zibu also adhered to this rule. Except for the soldiers who had to operate the ship, the other soldiers did not bring any dry food.

Huang Wenzhe lay on the wooden board, feeling much better than when he was in the south of the city.

This old guy is over 50 years old, but his body is more resilient than that of the average young person. He was able to survive a high fever for three days.

He felt quite emotional as he watched Mo Zibu arranging soldiers to stand guard while arranging women and children to move into the house.

Huang Wen Ze said to Luan Zhen, "When my father was alive, he was such a person. No matter how big or small the matter was, as long as he was involved, he would arrange it properly.

No matter how unruly the clerk or the shopkeeper was, as long as they worked beside him, they would behave themselves.

When dealing with people, even when giving alms, one can make the recipient feel as comfortable as spring breeze and not feel embarrassed at all.

Therefore, within fifteen years, he was able to build up a huge family business in Siam. But unfortunately, my father was good at literature but not martial arts, and he had no family background, so he ended up becoming a merchant.

But this man, the descendant of a hero, is both civil and martial, and possesses both benevolence and righteousness. I believe that in the future, his achievements will be even greater than Zheng Guoying's. If Ah Zhen needs to rely on him, Mo Longtou is better than Phraya Da.

Luan Zhen nodded and said, "There is no place for us on Zheng Guoying's side. He has too many new folks around him. The more aid he receives, the more he will have to repay in the future.

On the other hand, although Mo Longtou is not from Chaozhou, he built the foundation of his own life, and his subordinates are clearly distinguished by their importance. Although he may not have much reputation now, his foundation is much more solid. "

Huang Wenzhe and Luanzhen have the same surname. Although they are not blood relatives, they are definitely related by blood two or three hundred years ago. The two also fought bloody battles together and forged a deep friendship.

Huang Wen Ze saw that Luan Zhen thought the same as he did, and nodded slowly.

"Ah Zhen, there's something you must keep in mind. Although these two are father-in-law and son-in-law, the age difference is not that big, and their ways of doing things are quite similar. They both have the support of prominent Nanyang Chinese families, so there's no telling whether there will be conflicts in the future."

"I don't need to!" Luan Zhen had a strange smile on his face, "After this ordeal, I actually feel that a true king will emerge among us Chinese.

I think only a true king of the Chinese can bring all Chinese closer together and bridge the gap.

Our Chaozhou people's classification of ancestral home, fellow villagers, blood relatives, principal wife, and concubines should end now! "

(End of this chapter)