The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 221: Zhennan Xingtang
Ah Gang lit a fire bomb with a grim smile, then walked over with a swagger.

The soldiers from the fifth battalion who were gathering for dinner looked at Agang with confusion as he had a strange smile on his face and his hands behind his back.

It was dinner time, and dozens of soldiers from the five battalions gathered together to enjoy the delicious food that they could only eat when they were on the battlefield.

At this time, people's vigilance is the lowest.

Therefore, although the soldiers of the fifth battalion felt that something was wrong with Agang, no one stood up to question him.

At this moment, Agang turned his hands behind his back and threw them lightly.

"Boom!" The fire bomb, filled with black powder, icing sugar, potassium chlorate kneaded by King Mo himself, and mixed with broken porcelain shards, was extremely powerful.

The soldiers from the Fifth Battalion who were holding their bowls were hit in the middle of the explosion, and their faces were blown off before they could even react. The soldiers from the Fifth Battalion who were around them were almost driven to mental collapse by the whistling broken porcelain pieces.

A few unlucky ones were even shot blind or had their aortas lacerated.

None of them dared to resist, everyone was running for their lives, and then several more fire bombs were ignited.

Lei Ahu and Huang Silang stood shoulder to shoulder, stabbing wildly with the daggers in their hands, easily killing a large number of panicked soldiers from the Fifth Battalion.

The same thing happened in other directions. The soldiers who sneaked in either threw bombs at the soldiers from the Fifth Battalion who were eating, or simply opened the door curtains of the tents and threw fire bombs inside, blowing the soldiers from the Fifth Battalion who were resting into a panic.

In terms of actual combat results, not many people were killed in the explosion, only a few dozen at most, but the panic caused was too great.

Even Song Fuqia and Ruan Taidong didn't know whether someone attacked them or it was an accident in the camp.

Just as the two of them were about to go out and let their personal guards suppress the rebellion, Major Marco saw the fire and heard the explosion, and immediately ordered 700 of his men to attack from northwest to southeast.

At this moment, hearing the dense sound of muskets and cannons, Song Fuqia and Ruan Taidong finally realized that someone was coming to attack.

In the ancestral hall, Chen Guangyao jumped up, extremely excited, and the hundreds of Chen family members who were defending inside felt like they were reborn.

"Brother Dali, you stay behind to guard the ancestral hall." Chen Guangyao drew his long sword and swung it forward. "Let's charge out too. It's time for revenge."

Song Fuqia looked around. Although he had 10,000 people, the core group was only 2,000, and the rest were just a mob. Just by hearing the dense and orderly roar, he knew that many of the people who came had bad intentions.

So Song Fuqia shouted loudly, mounted his warhorse, took his confidants with him, and fled south in shame while the army was still in complete chaos.

Mr. Ruan originally wanted to resist, but when he arrived at Song Fuqia's tent, he couldn't even see Song Fuqia's horse's butt. He cursed angrily and ran away with his men.

Just like that, watching as Song Fuqia's army, which had a total of 10,000 people and camped for several miles, was directly attacked by Wu Wenyong's 100 people, and was then attacked from both sides by Marco and Chen Guangyao, it collapsed directly with only 200 to 300 casualties.

Jiading City, garrison.

The Han clan leaders and elders of the Jiading South Eighth Battalion, who were so excited that they walked with the wind, sat on the left and right sides of the main hall of the garrison office.

They are now electing a new garrison commander.

Originally, the one that everyone preferred was Wu Shizun, the most prestigious hermit in Jiading. However, Wu Shizun moved his hands like he was shaking a flower, so he would definitely not sit in this position.

Because his reputation as a hermit was built on the fact that he did not hold an official position. If Tao Yuanming had bowed down for a few pieces of silver, would he still be Tao Yuanming?

Obviously not.

Now that Sima Hui has become the prefect of Nanyang, can he still keep the reputation of Mr. Shuijing?

Obviously not.

Moreover, Wu Shizun knew very well that the defense of Jiading must be under the command of Mo Zibu, it was just that it was not convenient for him to do it himself now.

If they choose, they will definitely choose a puppet, and it is impossible for them to really let you take the throne.

But the others were not fools. If Wu Shizun refused to do it, then naturally the others would not do it either. So they pushed the responsibility back and forth, and no one dared to take over.

Mo Zibu took a look at this group of old sly guys. It seemed that the Han noble families like Wu Shizun, Huang Zhongxin, Ruan Shanquan, Wu Hanzhu, etc. would never be the first to take action.

So, Mo Zibu could only give a wink to his uncle (granduncle) Pei Hengren.

Pei Hengren immediately coughed twice and stood up. "Everyone, please don't embarrass Shizun. He has always been indifferent to fame and fortune."

Wu Shizun nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, uncle is highly respected and of high seniority, why don't you do it!"

Do it, do it! Pei Hengren glared at Wu Shizun fiercely.

"How can an old fool like me sit on this great throne?" Pei Hengren immediately said modestly:
"However, my nephew has already raised an army in Hexian and will arrive in Jiading soon. The position of garrison commander should still be his."

Everyone immediately looked at Mo Zibu, and then quickly turned their gaze away. They also remembered that Master Mo Wu had a father who was an old horse in the stable.

Moreover, it seems that there are still some things that the Mo family father and son have not reached a consensus on.

When Mo Zibu saw that his uncle Pei Hengren had exposed the truth, he stood up and said:

"This position of garrison commander was actually created by the imperial court to oppress and discriminate against us. In my opinion, it is inappropriate to continue using it now.

How about changing the title to "Prime Minister of Jiading Finance, Grain, Criminal Law, Foreign and Han Affairs," or simply "Prime Minister of Jiading."

Everyone understood that this official position covered everything except the military, so they all responded in unison, "That's exactly what should be done!" Mo Zibu continued, "Since the garrison commanders are no longer needed, the battalion commanders below them shouldn't be used either. I propose that all the battalions be renamed counties, and their chief officers be called prefects."

The Chen family's Longmen Town was restored and renamed Longmen County, with Chen Dali as the prefect.

The vassal state of Bianhe, Zuoying, was renamed Bianhe County, with Wugong as the prefect.

The camp north of Bianhe was established and renamed Xining County, with Pei Heng as the prefect.

Pingshunying was changed to Pingshun County, with Ruan Shanquan as the prefect.

Phan Chit Province was renamed Phan An County, with Huang Zhongxin appointed as the prefect.

Among these people, Wu Gong was the son of Wu Shizun, and the rest were patriarchs of high-ranking Han families.

Wu Shizun understood that Mo Zibu had dismantled the original eight battalions of Jiading and changed the original five battalions of the temporary guards into five counties, allowing these aristocratic families to serve as county governors, but not be responsible for military and political affairs.

The rest was directly governed by the Mo family, and the land was connected to Hexian. Mo Zibu's father, Ou Tianci, was sent to guard it as the Mo family's base.

Moreover, since everyone was a prefect, their interests were tied together. Even if it was considered a rebellion by the Hue court, it would not be a rebellion by the Mo family alone, but a rebellion by everyone.

"As for myself." Mo Zibu decided to explain it more clearly so that some people wouldn't be confused about the situation.

"My original intention in coming here was to advocate for my maternal grandfather, the Chen family, and to be close to the Han nobles, to punish the corrupt officials who levied heavy taxes, so that the Hue court would no longer dare to look down on us. Now that my goal has been achieved, I should retreat.

Unexpectedly, a rebellion took over Qui Nhon, blocking the North and South. This created a sudden change, and we could only temporarily act on behalf of the people and stabilize the situation.

Yesterday, Mr. Mo sent an envoy to the north to meet with Prince Ding and request that he set up a headquarters in the southern eight camps of Jiading with the priority of protecting the territory and the people.

We all come from Tangshan, and we are charged with the important task of promoting Han culture and educating the barbarians. Therefore, we should be called the General of Saving the Nation and Protecting the People, and the name of our new government office is "Zhennan Xingtang Prefecture."

"What do you think?"

"Of course, if Prince Ding disagrees, I will withdraw my fiefdom as soon as the order arrives."

Haha, all the Han nobles sneered in their hearts. Prince Ding's order to abolish the feudal system would probably have to send a large army to capture Jiading before it could be conveyed.

Mo Zibu added, "Now that we have the Xingtang Prefecture in Zhennan, we naturally need the Xingtang Army. I propose to establish three additional regiments. I would appreciate the support of all the seniors and elders!"

Everyone understood that this was to incorporate the armed forces in their hands. Of course, this was not a bad thing. It was equivalent to using the collective money to support their armed forces.

For example, after the more than 1,000 people from the Bian and Wu families joined the Xingtang Army, all their supplies came from the public treasury, saving a lot of money.

This seems to be out of control, but the people are still from the Bian and Pei families. If you really want to pull them away, you can still do it.

Moreover, there are five local tyrants here, but only three regiments are given to them. It is bound to be that some people will suffer losses and some will benefit.

Wu Shizun was too proud of his reputation to speak out, but he gave his standing son a look.

Wu Gong immediately walked to the main hall and knelt before Mo Zibu like a man trying to topple a golden mountain and a jade pillar. "Your Highness, I, Bian He Wu Gong, would like to thank the General for his appreciation!"

It's stable! Mo Zibu laughed and pulled Wu Gong up, "Brother Shi is older than me, how can I accept your kowtow!"

Everyone understood that Mo Zibu only said that they could not accept his kowtow, but he did not say that they were not allowed to pay homage, so they all hurried over to pay homage.

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Mo Zibu smiled and accepted everyone's worship, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

It seemed that he was invincible with 6,000 soldiers, but in fact it was still a battle of a snake swallowing an elephant.

The Chen family, which Mo Zibu can really rely on, can only mobilize around 50,000 people. Even if all the people of Mingxiang support him, there are only 70,000 to 80,000 people.

On the other side there are more than 300,000 people and 600,000 to 700,000 "savages".

The Mo family was only one of the eight camps in Jiading, only the size of two or three counties, but what Mo Zibu had swallowed up now was almost one-third the size of Hunan Province.

As for the power given away, that’s not a big deal. This is not like establishing aristocratic families on the mainland.

If Mo Zibu did not have the support of the mainland, the noble families in Jiading would be a real threat. With the mainland, he would only need the Red River Plain, which would be a minor problem.

As long as they have gained a firm foothold, they will be put under the shackles of the Republican Parliament and their power will be divided among the Republican members of parliament in their own lands. This will only add five more elders to the Zhaogong Court.

When you have achieved success and sat on the throne, whether it is moving the fiefdom or changing the land, it will be just a simple matter of a word. Now the most important thing is to gain a firm foothold.

Not long after, while the discussion in the hall was still heated, the guards outside came to report.

Before the main force arrived, Song Fuqia's army was defeated, Song Fuqia was captured while fleeing, and Ruan Taidong disappeared.

In addition, General Mo's father, Ou Tianci, personally led 5,000 Hexian soldiers and has arrived 30 kilometers west of Jiading. They will reach Jiading City tomorrow.

Hahahaha, Mo Zibu burst into laughter. Ou Tianci has arrived and Song Fuqia has been captured, so the trial can begin.

If someone can share Mo Zibu's power, naturally someone will have to bear his anger.

(End of this chapter)