The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 153 Dimensionality Attack

Manjimaloye roared, and he took a long whip and whipped the lord and elephant slaves who were responsible for organizing the attack, making them scream.

"No elephants this time. The musketeers will be in front, and the warriors with swords will be behind. Charge forward and overwhelm them."

Soon, the Tuva people organized a second attack. A large number of musketeers were scattered far apart, and a large number of hand-to-hand combatants stood beside them.

But after only advancing a few dozen meters, the Tuva people's line was completely scattered.

They gathered around their familiar fellow townsmen, cheering each other on, and waited for the musketeers to fire before rushing forward and engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

Wang Wubing arranged the musketeers of five companies in a fan shape, and the heavy musketeers were placed next to the artillery.

They shoot slowly and cannot be equipped with bayonets, so they can be protected by Wu Wenyong's swordsmen and shieldmen, while at the same time forming uninterrupted firepower with artillery of the same range.

. . . .

Crab is a strong Tuva man. His family owns several small plots of land and a fishing boat that can be used for near-shore fishing. He is considered a wealthy man among the Tuva people.

But the crab was still not satisfied, because in the eyes of a strong Meng person like him, the income from farming and fishing was very limited, and only looting could bring rich rewards.

As the Towai people advocated integration into the Burmese, they have gained some benefits over the years. The White Elephant King often recruited them to attack Arakan and even Bengal.

Crab reaped great benefits. The two women in his family who were used as tools for sexual gratification and serfs were snatched back from Arakan.

Looking at the motionless Chinese soldiers in the distance, Crab licked his dry lips. He knew that these Chinese were not easy to fight and were very fierce.

But at the same time, he longed to have a Chinese female slave, even a mixed-race one would be fine.

Because they can cook delicious meals, grow rice, raise chickens and ducks, make the most fitting clothes, and even go fishing.

Much more useful than the Arakanese or Bengalis, those women are always a bit silly.

At two hundred meters, the lords gave orders loudly, and Crab and other musketeers immediately began to reload. When they were within a hundred meters, they could open fire.

But at this moment, four eight-pound field guns began to roar. The artillery was most fond of the relatively dense formation of the Tuva people.

Looking at the orange-red flames coming out of the cannons on the opposite side, the crab thought of the cannons on the top of Tuwa City, which could also make such a loud noise and emit flames of the same color, but they were too heavy and could not be transported here.

A cannonball spun and hit the crab not far away. It made a loud buzzing sound and then created a huge hole in the ground.

The few soldiers who were standing here just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, until a broken leg fell not far from the crab's eyes.

A faint blood mist with a fishy smell covered the crab's face. He even felt that many tiny particles had penetrated into his neck, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

The bullet did not stop after hitting the ground, but instead flew up close to the ground, breaking the ankles of several soldiers nearby who had no time to run.

Then it jumped and flew away to who knows where. The crab only heard bursts of crying and screaming coming from behind.

"Don't be afraid. They only have four cannons and we have three thousand men. Let them fight. We can win if we just charge in."

There was a person shouting nearby, and Crab recognized him. This was the lord of their village, who was very prestigious.

Many people from the mountains and other villages would come to him with gifts to mediate when they had conflicts with the villagers. As long as he spoke, everyone would be convinced.

Hearing his voice, Crab immediately felt much more at ease. Such a powerful figure said that everything was fine. It seemed that the Chinese army really had nothing to be afraid of. No matter how fierce they were, could they be more fierce than the lord?
But at this moment, "Woo!" Another shell hit, but this time it didn't hit the crowd, but hit not far in front of the crab.

Seeing the black mud splashing up, the crab suddenly had an idea and lay down. In this lightning moment, the shell flew past his head, howling like a ghost.

There was a snap, like the sound of sugarcane being chopped, and then something fell on the crab's back.

A warm feeling instantly spread throughout his body, and something scattered and sprayed all over his head.

The crab got up in horror and saw that all the melee soldiers following him were gone. Then he threw down the thing hanging on his back, which turned out to be a set of broken limbs and arms.

Only the part below the pelvis was intact, while the upper body was completely shattered.

The crab touched his neck uncomfortably, and then smoothly touched out a section of large intestine, which looked just like a pig's. It emitted a foul smell, and yellow and green things were falling from both ends of the large intestine.

"Ugh!" The crab couldn't hold it in any longer and started vomiting madly.

Although he had killed people before, this was the first time he had seen such a horrifying scene.

"Crab, you fool, are you still a warrior of our village? Is this frightening you? Stand up and charge with me!"

The little lord ran over, grabbed Crab by the collar, and ordered him forward while punching and kicking him.

The crab's face flushed with shame. He remembered his reputation as a warrior and stepped on the large intestine that he had thrown to the ground with some anger. He wiped the blood mist off his face and prepared to attack forward.

But at this moment, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the little lord standing in front of him trembled as if he had been electrocuted, then turned his head strangely to look at the crab.

The crab was horrified to find that there was a huge bloody hole on the little lord's forehead, which was covered with red and white.

And the lord didn't turn his head to look at him, but his neck was broken, so he had to lean to this side.

Seeing the lord who was like a god die so silently and tragically, Crab could no longer bear it. He got up and ran to the back.

Just as he was running back, many people in the distance who could not bear the bloody stimulation began to retreat.

But at the same time, not everyone is running, there are still some people moving forward.

But some had already fled, and those who were advancing under the leadership of the lords and officers were also very frightened. Wang Wubing saw it through the telescope and waved his hand without hesitation, ordering the infantry to advance 30 meters.

At this time, the Tuva people had already walked about 100 meters, and the Chinese army moved forward 30 meters and immediately came within the range of the attack.

The sound of musketry, which was more frequent than that of heavy smoothbore rifles, rang out, and seventy or eighty of the two thousand Tuva people who had bravely stepped forward immediately fell in the volley.

They bravely walked another ten meters, and then were hit by another round of volleys of gunfire, and another forty or fifty people fell.

Now, no lord or officer could control the people below, and everyone just regretted that their parents had not given them two more legs.

Wu Wenyong scratched his head. What was he still chasing for?

They were only dozens of meters away, and he couldn't catch up. Besides, Wang Wubing didn't let them go, so he could only continue to watch the musketeers reap lives.

The crab ran very fast and soon surpassed its shorter companions and ran to the front, but unfortunately it was running in the opposite direction.

Then, he charged in the opposite direction and soon saw the bright flash of a knife.

These were the overlord's trusted guards. They were dressed in brocade clothes and held fine steel knives as they rushed over and started hacking and killing the retreating soldiers.

Because the crab was tall, it noticed something was wrong at the first moment, so it suddenly changed direction and went to the back row again.

His comrades were still fleeing in terror. Since they could only see the backs of the people in front of them, and they were terrified, they immediately became the targets of law enforcement and were chopped to the ground.

The supervising team was very experienced and chopped down some of the fleeing soldiers from a distance, quickly stopping the retreat.

Then these supervisors stepped forward to the first row and acted as officers, using long swords to force the defeated soldiers to form a line, and then moved forward again.

This time, Crab no longer had any ambition to catch a Chinese woman. He just felt his head buzzing.

My feet were moving forward mechanically, but my body was getting softer and softer, and my whole face seemed to be numb, as if I was being pricked by dense needles.

With every step, the crab's bladder felt more and more bloated, and he felt extremely nervous.

One hundred and fifty meters, artillery fire.

One hundred and twenty meters, heavy smoothbore rifles fired in bursts.

Crab was horrified to find that his comrades around him were huddled together in fear, as if the feeling of huddling together could make them feel safer, but in fact it made it easier for the Chinese army to concentrate their fire.

The fierce-looking war supervisor was also the same at this moment, huddled together with them in a state of great tension, no different from the others.

The further they went, the more the team looked like an onion with its layers peeled off. A few were knocked down, while most were lying down pretending to be dead.

Then they were discovered by the supervising officers behind them. Those who were stabbed died on the spot, while those who were punched and kicked followed quickly.

"Boom!" The sound of the volley of gunfire was like thunder, and the comrades around him fell to the ground trembling one after another. Crab didn't know how many meters away he was, and no one told him what to do.

In panic, Crab lit the match and fired a shot blindly at the shadowy opposite side.

The comrades around him also opened fire one after another, and many of them lost their fire and were sweating profusely in anxiety.

After the shot was fired, according to normal practice, he would have drawn his knife and chopped the guy to pieces, but Crab hesitated and didn't want to move forward.

Suddenly, he was pushed from behind. It was not strong enough to cause him to fall, but the crab fell down as if he had been shot.

There were shouts and sounds of footsteps in the extremely chaotic atmosphere. It was not known whether there were more than a thousand of the three thousand Tuva soldiers who had the courage to launch a charge. As the numerical advantage continued to narrow, it disappeared in an instant!

The crab heard footsteps coming from behind. He was stepped on several times and was afraid that it was the supervisory officer coming, so he quickly got up.

Then he saw his terrified comrades charging towards him in the opposite direction like a tidal wave, and the supervising officer ran faster than anyone else.

This time the crab was more careful. He planned to run to the back so that he would not be chopped to death by the supervisor behind him.

But just as he was waiting, a strong bearded man emerged from the smoke, as if he had emerged from hell.

This is the Chinese Army!

The crab mustered up his courage and was about to draw his knife.

But suddenly the bearded strong man opposite roared, and the crab seemed to be frozen in place, his hands and feet weak and unable to pull out the long knife that he could have easily pulled out.

That feeling was like when I was a child going into the mountains with my grandfather and being stared at by a tiger with yellow eyes.

That day, Crab lost his grandfather, and a few days later he only found his broken body, but he survived.

Today, the crab suddenly found himself flying high up. He was looking down at the earth like an eagle. Just below him, a familiar headless corpse was spurting blood.

It's all over, Crab comforted himself, and then everything went black.

Wu Wenyong kicked down the staggering headless corpse in front of him, roared and continued to chase!

"Trash, even more trash than the Jiading Fifth Battalion soldiers in Guangnan!" Mo Zibu spat in disdain.

"Sound the horn. Tell Wang Wubing and the others not to chase too far. Retreat back to the city and let them attack. Don't fight too hard or scare them away.

We have two thousand people but we can't fight a war of annihilation against fifteen thousand people!"

(End of this chapter)