The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 285 Just tell me whether it’s faster or not

The Sultanate of West Borneo is actually different from the Sultanate that later generations imagine, with territory, government offices, and a standing army.

Before Islam was introduced into this area, the indigenous people of West Borneo were actually very primitive.

For example, the Dayak people are basically in the period from the end of primitive society to the early stage of slave society.

Except for the Dayak-Awa people living in the west by the sea, the rest are still at the stage of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

The western coastal areas began to enter a civilized era in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty due to the arrival of Chinese.

After the Ming Dynasty closed its sea borders, they gradually began to accept the Islamic religion brought by Arab merchants.

With the hands-on teaching and even direct colonization by these sea merchants, their society and culture were quickly influenced by Islam, and their own sultans began to emerge.

However, this cultural and institutional model could not completely change the economic base and superstructure determined by productivity. Therefore, the Sultans of West Borneo at this time were still very primitive.

They had no concept of territory; the territory came from the villages that actually came under his rule.

In other words, this village belongs to the Sultan of Samfa, so this is the territory of the Sultan of Samfa, and the village next to it belongs to Pontianak, so it is the territory of the Sultan of Pontianak.

In such a small area, five or six sultans, a dozen tribal elders and local kings, as well as a large number of small leaders of various kinds, live together in a scattered manner.

Each other's territories are inlaid on the earth like spots, truly achieving the goal of "you in me and me in you".

Therefore, when the Xing Tang army arrived in West Borneo, they not only defeated the three sultans, but also wiped out a large number of various local kings.

They basically did not put up much resistance, and the most fierce battle came from Sanfa Town.

As the trump card of northwest Borneo, the Sultan of Three Kingdoms summoned more than 2,000 young men and prepared for the battle.

They had about five hundred muskets, among which were a large number of crudely made matchlocks of various kinds, and I don't know whether there were thirty flintlocks.

The rest of the weapons were varied, even including a stone spear with a long, sharp stone tied to a wooden stick.

The vanguard officer, Colonel Louis Cullen, took one look and lost interest in fighting them.

“Huang, let your company go up, I will have the other companies flank you from the left and right to assist you.

Remember, if they collapse directly, fire less. These people are still competent as cattle and horses for transportation, so don't waste them."

Huang Silang received the order and ran to his company in two steps.

His company belonged to the Second Hakka Regiment. Except for him, the captain, and a few elite soldiers, all the soldiers were Hakka people with big hands and big feet. They had high morale and the number of soldiers was reduced and replenished quickly, so they were very suitable to be the vanguard.

"Our company will lead the attack, firing a volley every thirty feet, then charging directly forward to cut down the enemy. The two companies of the Wuding Regiment will flank from the left and right."

"What can you hit at thirty feet? Are you trying to capture him alive, Commander Bai?" a team member asked loudly.

"You're the only one who talks too much. Your team will carry their own ammunition and food later." Huang Silang rolled his eyes at him and waved his hand, "March in step!"

The Sultan of Sanfa was pregnant and wearing a silk robe from China. He had an ugly expression on his face.

Once there are more than ten thousand people, there is no limit.

In fact, two or three thousand people is a lot. They gathered together noisily and formed a huge crowd.

But the more people there were, the more uncomfortable Sanfa Sultan felt, because he did not feel any sense of security from these people.

He knew that these young men were very good at eating his spicy porridge and fried bananas, and one person could do the work of three people.

But when fighting, especially against the Tang and the Dutch, three people may not be able to be used as one.

"We can't fight, we can't fight, father. This war can't be fought. These Tang people are more ferocious than the Dutch!"

The eldest son of the Three Sultan came back shaking his head. He was so scared that his face was covered in sweat and he shook his head so fast that his head almost fell off.

The Three-Fa Sultan saw that his son, who usually acted so brave and was better than anyone else at bullying men and women, was frightened and knew that the war would definitely not be won.

Because among the more than 2,000 people here, only the hundred or so people under the eldest son are real warriors.

Normally, when fighting with the Tang people, other sultans, and local kings, they would just watch over the hundred or so people. If they said they couldn't fight, then they definitely couldn't fight. The sound of drums came from afar, and the Sultan personally took the telescope hanging from his eldest son's chest and looked.

In the distant fields, I saw a team of people wearing red robes and red iron helmets, marching in an orderly manner, guided by the sound of drums.

Although there were only more than 200 of them, they were marching forward with an indomitable momentum in such two thin rows. The sharp bayonets made the three-shot Sultan feel nervous.

Then people on the left and right also screamed, and the two companies of the Wuding Regiment completed the detour at a rapid speed.

A detachment of Dragoon Hussars also galloped back and forth across the field, like a company of lions selecting their target from a herd of buffalo.

"These are the imperial soldiers from the Tang Dynasty. Let's go, let's go!" Sultan Sanfa looked to the north, and a trembling feeling came from the bottom of his heart. He left behind thousands of young men and ran away with more than a hundred warriors.

He was not stupid, and neither were his men. They knew where the situation was, and when they saw the Sultan turning around and running towards Sanfa City, they also called their friends and scattered like birds and beasts with a bang.

"I'll support you." Huang Silang held his breath. This was his first battle after becoming a general, and he wanted to show off and win a big victory.

Damn it, I’ve won now, but I haven’t even started fighting yet. I’m still forty or fifty feet away.

"Chase, chase quickly, don't let these people run away!" Huang Silang was stunned for five or six breaths before he reacted.

Then his soldiers came to their senses as if awakened from a dream, and immediately began to chase with howling.

Two hours later, when Wang Wubing arrived at Sanfa Town, he saw Sultan Sanfa and all the male members of his family, kneeling outside the town gate with their shirts taken off.

Items such as the scepter and feather crown, which symbolize his right to rule, are also neatly placed on the ground around him.

"Sir, the Three-Four Sultan has already kowtowed and surrendered. He has agreed to all our conditions and only hopes that we will allow him to continue to rule this place."

Wang Wubing is now the left assistant minister of the Five Military Commandery, in charge of military discipline and training. He is usually assigned as a deputy to the expeditionary army, so Louis Cullen calls him "Lord Assistant Minister".

This also shows that Mo Zibu's Five Military Commandery should actually be called the Privy Council or the Grand Commandery, except that the Privy Councilor/Grand Commander was personally held by Mo Zibu.

Wang Wubing looked around and found no casualties among the soldiers. Even the battlefield was clean. Not to mention a fierce battle, even a battle should not have taken place.

Apart from the officers and soldiers having gloomy faces and looking a little unexcited, there was nothing unusual.

Louis Cullen knew what Wang Wubing was wondering about. "There wasn't any fighting. We were just exhausted after chasing for more than ten kilometers.

The Sultan was wise and knew what to do and when to do it.

God knows how many powerful people have 'trained' him and his ancestors before we came."

Wang Wubing was completely speechless. "We asked for the conscription of 4,000 men as laborers and the provision of 1,000 dan of grain and a batch of mules and horses, and he agreed to all that?"

"Everyone has agreed, and the people have been sent here now." Colonel Louis Cullen pointed into the distance.

Two hours ago, these people were here to stop the soldiers of the Xing Tang Army, but now, they have become huddled together like quails, civilian laborers who can be used at will, or even slaves.

Wang Wubing didn't know what to say. He just said that such an obedient surrenderist could help him appease the emotions of the natives. No matter who came, he would not touch such a person.

"It's true that chickens don't pee, everyone has their own way!" Wang Wubing sighed, "Go into the city and spread the news of our landing on the three launch vehicles.

This local king, let him... Let him take charge and cooperate with us first. The final decision will be made by the king after the war is over."

January 1774, 1, the 7th day of the th lunar month, the th year of Emperor Qianlong’s reign in the Qing Dynasty.

Mo Zibu appointed Brigadier General Reinstein as the commander-in-chief and Wang Wubing, the left assistant minister of the Five Army Headquarters, as the chief of staff.

The Imperial Guard's Yulin Regiment, the Zhenjun's Wuding, Longqi, and Gonghe First Regiments, the Hakka Fourth Regiment, and 2,000 volunteers, a total of 8,000 people, set out from Jiading.

When Mo Zibu was appointed a general in Jiading, he announced that he was sent to West Borneo to seek justice at the request of his compatriots, so this expeditionary force was called a righteous army.

The volunteers did not choose to land in Singkawang, nor did they choose to go directly to Pontianak. Instead, they first captured Natuna Island, then occupied Sanfa, and first gained a foothold in the northwest corner.

Then Reinstein began to publicize that he had completed the assembly of his army and would immediately march south to attack Dagang, Dongwanlu, Gaoping and other places, deliberately creating the illusion that a storm was about to come.

(End of this chapter)