The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 175 Extreme Chaos

Thirty kilometers north of Tuva City, this is the burial place set by Mozibu for Balamindin.

Only after getting rid of him could Mozibu move north along the Irrawaddy River without any worries.

What Balamindin didn't expect was that all of Mozibu's plans against him could be said to be open conspiracies.

What was calculated was that Balamindin could not abandon his people and the 900,000 acres of fertile land in Mawlamyine occupied by his people.

This is a huge fortune. It is not the kind of fertile land in Luokun Prefecture that Luo Fangbai mentioned, which needs two or three years to be nurtured before it can become fertile land, but good land that can actually produce more than 600 kilograms per mu.

No one would be willing to throw away such wealth, and Balamindin is no exception.

So Mozibu only needs to use a little trick and Balamindin will be fooled.

It's not that the plan was so clever, but that Balamindin had to fall for it.

People die for money, birds die for food!

And from a practical point of view, Balamindin thought that Mozibu could not mobilize King Puran, but he never expected it.

Not only was King Puram helped to ascend to the throne by Mozibu, he also helped King Puram to establish connections with the British East India Company.

Just as Mo Zibu analyzed before, being an ally of the British is a very dangerous thing, and you will fully feel its great shortcomings and virtues.

But if you are determined to be its dog, even though the country and its people will suffer, the comprador family that is its dog can still live a good life.

King Puran was frightened by the White Elephant King and was roasted on the fire by Mozibu. Now all he could think about was how to preserve his wealth and glory, and he was studying every day how to be a dog for the British.

Once this goal was achieved, he would be able to leave Myo-U, which was so close to the White Elephant King, and become king in the safer Chittagong.

So, Mozibu may not be able to command King Puran, but the British East India Company can.

Mo Zibu did dispatch nearly 6,000 men to Yangon, under the command of Li Xianwen, who was already pretending to attack Yangon.

But these six thousand people are not the elite soldiers under Mo Zibu's command. Even without these people, Mo Zibu is confident that he can defeat Balamindin.

Because the soldiers under Balamindin's command were basically vassal troops of the Konbaung Dynasty and were considered second-rate.

If King Baixiang dares to send 5,000 imperial guards to Balamindin, he will definitely not be able to defend Xinjie and Laoguantun, so Mo Zibu can fight without worry.

"Your Highness, do you really not need our assistance in the attack?" Beside Mo Zibu stood two generals wearing blue Western-style uniforms with white edges.

This is Captain Green of the 27th Royal Grenadiers and Major Marko of the rd Dutch Army Regiment in Batavia.

These two men each brought with them two hundred grenadiers and three hundred and fifty fusiliers, as well as a small artillery battery.

"Gentlemen, this is just the appetizer. You have come from afar, so please take a rest first." Mo Zibu put on an impeccable fake smile on his face, and then rode down to give orders.

In order to kill Balamindin, Mo Zibu personally selected 2,400 people, which is almost Mo Zibu's most core force at present.

The Burmese army brought by Balamindin numbered about 4,000, and the rest were miscellaneous soldiers from the Mon, Karen and other ethnic groups. It looked like there were more than 13,000 people, but it was not known whether there were more than 3,000 who could fight.

Of course, if the British and Dutch were willing to help, Mo Zibu would be happy to do so, but he would not take the initiative to ask them to fight.

The reason is simple. If you make these Europeans feel that you have to rely on them from now on, it will be difficult to reconcile in the future.

You have to know that Mo Zibu's participation in this battle gave the Qing Dynasty hope and caused Fuheng and others to die of illness in Myanmar. This was certainly important, but the gains from the looting were also not small.

If we can't let the British and the Dutch know now that they are just here to play a supporting role, we will not be able to suppress them when distributing benefits in the future.

. . . .

The terrain of the entire Tanah Serem area is a long strip along the coast, with the tall Birau Mountains to the east and the Andaman Sea to the west. The Tanah Serem area is sandwiched between these mountains and the sea.

This land is quite flat, with occasional low hills, so there is no possibility of ambush. Therefore, Mo Zibu directly prepared to have a fair battle with Balamindin.

The further Balamindin led his 13,000-strong army toward Toungoo, the more he felt something was wrong.

It was so quiet along the way. In the territory that should have been controlled by both sides, there was no trace of the Mon and Karen people loyal to Toungoo.

When they arrived at the small town called Zedi, the surroundings were still dead silent. The only living person was a man who was hung at the gate of Zedi with his mouth gagged.

Balamindin ordered his men to put it down and took a look, and was shocked to find that it was the scout he had sent out.

The scout was already dying. Even after the cloth gag was removed, he just pointed at his mouth and couldn't utter a word.

"General, his tongue has been cut off. No wonder he can't even spit out the cloth in his mouth." The guard whispered.

Balamindin nodded without saying anything. Suddenly he saw some words on the cloth. He picked it up and looked at it. His face turned pale. There was only one line of words on it.

'Tomorrow morning, I will defeat you with two thousand men.'

"That Siamese kid is too arrogant, General. When we catch him tomorrow, we must make him feel the pain of being bitten by thousands of snakes."

The Burmese generals immediately became angry, and Balamindin slowly put the cloth ball into his pocket.

"Generals, tomorrow we will use this cloth to cover the Siamese child's face."

In the early morning, before the sun rises, a faint golden light appears behind the mountains in the sky.

Mo Zibu ordered the Hexian Regiment to be on the left and the Yicong Regiment to be on the right, and he himself led the 600-man Officer Training Corps as the central army.

This is a crane wing formation. The two wings are strong, while the center is relatively weak. It mainly launches a pincer attack.

The key lies in whether the opponent can defeat the center faster or you can double-team the two wings faster.

Balamindin was also a veteran. Seeing Mo Zibu's formation from a distance, he was immediately furious. Not only were there over two thousand of them, but they also deployed a Crane Wing Formation. Was this a deliberate attempt to expose their weaknesses, just to gamble that Balamindin couldn't penetrate them?

"Minmintuo, I will give you four thousand men, two thousand local soldiers, and two thousand Moubowa warriors. Within an hour, I want to see you cut down the flag of the opposing commander."

Balamindin was humiliated yesterday and stimulated today, although he felt that Mo Zibu might have deliberately lured him here for a decisive battle.

But it doesn't matter. With six times the number of enemies, Balamindin doesn't think he will lose.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Burmese general Min Mintuo led 5,000 elite soldiers to the middle road and headed straight for Mo Zibu's central army.

At the same time, Balamindin, with his back to the small town of Zedi, which had some wooden fences, arranged the remaining 8,000 people in a fan shape, waiting for the 1,800 people on Mozibu's two wings to come and attack.

Under Mo Zibu's deliberate provocation, the coaches of both sides were ready to fight to the death.

It all depends on whether Min Min Tuo will first penetrate Mo Zibu on the hill, or whether Chen Guangyao and Chen Lian will first defeat Bala Min Ding who is backing up against Zedi City.

Mo Zibu smiled proudly. After three years of development, his artillery had become a very powerful artillery in Nanyang. The shotgun shells he had been longing for had also been equipped. It was time for them to show their power.

Seeing the Burmese army marching in formation and shouting loudly, Mo Zibu waved his hand and said, "Order Wang Wuchu and Li Quan to lead the hunting troops forward and show the Burmese some of our strength first."

At that time, light infantry were still called hunters, which sounded very impressive, so Mo Zibu naturally wanted to organize one.

However, due to the backwardness of rifled guns at that time, especially in loading, it was impossible for an expert to fire one shot in one minute. Therefore, the number of hunters was not large, only about forty or so.

Wang Wubing and Li Quan received the order and each led twenty people, armed with Minin muzzle-loading rifles purchased by Mo Zibu from Batavia.

The Burmese army was not well trained. As a second-rate army, it was only equipped with less than 30% of flintlock rifles, so Min Min Tuo put the flintlock riflemen in the front.

At the same time, these flintlock men had more training and could barely march in neat formations. They were at the front and could control the formation to a certain extent.

However, in order to maintain a strict formation, the Burmese army had to stop and reorganize every ten or so steps to the sound of drums, otherwise the formation would begin to become disorganized.

At this time, the artillery was at its best. Mo Zibu concentrated fifteen field guns, arranging five in the front and ten in the back.

The landing points of the shells have been carefully tested, and it is impossible for two shells to land in similar areas.

Jean-Jacques had been promoted to major. He commanded all of Mozibu's artillery. When he saw the Burmese army on the opposite side stop after taking a dozen steps, he immediately ordered all the artillery to aim at the center and bombard it.

The whistling shells kept hitting the Burmese army's formation. Lacking field artillery, they could not get artillery support during the march.

Those old and bulky cannons pulled by elephants could only start bombarding when Mo Zibu's army moved forward.

Mo Zibu's field artillery can maneuver around the battlefield and is very fierce.

The Burmese army's central force received special attention, and there were whirring and spinning shells everywhere, bouncing around in the crowd.

People kept falling down crying, and even watched their bodies turn from intact to broken.

However, the Burmese army's 5,000-man front line was very long, and the middle part was heavily bombarded, but the two wings were basically safe.

Under the fierce bombardment of artillery, even the officers were frightened, and gradually the Burmese army began to lose touch.

By the time they had walked from about 300 meters to 200 meters under the artillery fire, they had already retreated due to the casualties.

The two wings were still intact, but the formation was in disarray, and they were still moving forward in a noisy manner.

Wang Wubing and Li Quan's hunters were already in place at this time. From a safe position of two hundred meters, they fired bullets like rain, taking away seven or eight people with each round of shooting.

A Burmese army officer wearing a Burmese tall hat was urging the soldiers to move forward when, with a bang, his skullcap was blown open along with the hat.

The surrounding soldiers collectively trembled, and another officer immediately took over with a roar.

But the next second, a lead bullet with a slight buzzing sound suddenly penetrated the substitute officer's chest.

He stretched out his left hand in disbelief and touched it, and bright red blood dripped from his fingertips.

Bang!

The saber in his right hand suddenly fell, and the substitute officer staggered twice. He seemed to want to turn around and run back, but finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

When the soldiers saw that all the officers were dead, they immediately turned around and ran away, fearing that they would stay any longer.

But they didn't run far before the supervisors patrolling outside the formation immediately noticed them and ran towards them with swords in hand, roaring.

Those who turned around and ran away suddenly stopped and joined the nearest queue.

Then, the team next to them became even more bloated. The officers who were able to control their men were squeezed by these guys and looked around in confusion.

Grass!
All around him were frightened faces, both familiar and unfamiliar, while his own soldiers were barely visible in the distance.

Suddenly, there was a roar like the sound of thunder and the sea coming from somewhere, followed by the crackling sound of gunfire.

The officer looked around anxiously, but the rising smoke obscured his vision and the deafening sound of gunfire hindered his hearing.

He could not hear orders from higher-ranking officers, nor could he give orders to his own soldiers, and he could not see clearly what was happening in the distance.

Did the enemy come up or not?

"Charge! Charge!" Another roar.

Under the temptation of this wave of people, the officer looked at the soldiers on both sides who he hardly knew, and could only helplessly raise his knife and shouted:
"Go! Go!"

Well, since everyone is shouting like that, we must be very close to the enemy.

(End of this chapter)