The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 288 Who is the King of the Jungle

"Fuck you, you idiot, you bastard, you dead bastard!"

Liu Yaozong widened his eyes and looked like he wanted to rush over and fight with Colonel Adrian.

"Now that Luo Fangbai has caused big trouble in Pontianak, we can seize Pontianak in one fell swoop and then imprison Xingtang Lao on the island and execute him. Now you want us to retreat to Daiyan?"

Liu Qianxiang opened and closed his mouth several times, his face darkening, so he did not stop his son Liu Yaozong from cursing, but directly said to Counselor Rainier in a very impolite manner:
"Mr. Counselor, Dongwanlu is a family business built by five generations of the Liu family.

Now, without even a single battle, without even a single enemy sighted, you want me to abandon my ancestral heritage and lead my people into the jungle. Forgive me, I absolutely cannot agree to this."

"Yes, Dongwanlu has dozens of watchtowers and walls three feet high. The food stored there is enough to last for eight months. We can't just give up like that.

No, we are not going anywhere, we will have a decisive battle with the Mo family in Dongwanlu!"

Since Liu Qianxiang had stated that he would not leave, the black-hearted mine owners, big and small, who followed them also started to make a fuss.

In the eyes of these people, if you want to fight, you should do it with real guns and swords. What's the point of running into the rain forest to feed the crocodiles and mosquitoes?

Not only did the Chinese disagree, but Raja, a Dayak who came with Counselor Rainier, was also unwilling.

The middle and upper reaches of the Kun River, east of Daiyan City, are deep mountains and old forests in the eyes of the Chinese, but in the eyes of the Dayaks, they are the best hunting and fishing grounds, and are an important guarantee for the Dayaks to maintain a population of hundreds of thousands.

After the Chinese came, they have gradually lost a large number of hunting and fishing grounds in the lower reaches of the Kun River. Survival is already difficult. Now they want the Chinese to move to the middle and upper reaches?

Not to mention whether this can deal with those more ferocious Chinese. Even if it can, what if the people from Sanxingtang don't leave after we win?
Luo Ji knew who Liu Qianxiang and the others were. They were crocodiles that were good at disguising themselves as wood, and poisonous snakes that hid in dark bushes.

These people must not be allowed to enter the hunting and fishing grounds on which they depend for their survival.

Therefore, Dayakroja simply rejected Sanxingtang's proposal to retreat to the east of Daiyan City.

Counselor Rainier was not too desperate, because he knew that these people would not go to Dai Yan, so he nodded.

"Then I respect your opinions. Now let's discuss how to defend Dongwanlu."

Not wanting to hear what Counselor Rainier said, Liu Yaozong rolled his eyes and said, "How to defend Dongwanlu is not something you need to worry about, Counselor.

But we received a request from Master Silifu of the Pontianak Tianfang Sect, who hoped that General Anmin could send troops to expel the allies of the Xing Tang invaders.

I heard that your elite troops are just south of the Khun River. Please mobilize them to attack us from both sides and capture Pontianak first."

The great general that Liu Yaozong mentioned was his father Liu Qianxiang. After Mo Zibu took action, Liu Yaozong, with the support of the Dutch, proclaimed himself the great general who protected the country and the people.

"Idiot, that's just smoke and mirrors someone else's trick to confuse you. Only a fool can believe such a lie!"

Colonel Adrian, whose blood pressure had risen since he came to Dongwanlu to train the army, finally couldn't help it. He looked at Liu Yaozong's long face and cursed him directly.

Liu Yaozong was stunned by the scolding and was about to retort when his father Liu Qianxiang pulled him back.

"Colonel, we have our own ways of obtaining information and will not make rash decisions based on rumors. Please rest assured of this."

"General Liu, please believe me, no matter what channel you got the information from, I can tell you with certainty that it is all fake.

The Xing Tang Army might have already been dispatched, waiting for you to leave Dongwanlu."

After scolding the man, Colonel Adrian felt that he had been a little impulsive, so he lowered his posture and began to persuade him.

“Brigadier General Reinstein participated in the Seven Years’ War in Europe, a war that involved all the European powers, so you can’t treat him as an ordinary officer.

Likewise, the Xing Tang Army is a very powerful regular army, far more powerful than any enemy you have encountered. To defeat such an enemy, you must be extremely cautious."

Liu Qianxiang laughed after hearing this, with endless sarcasm in his eyes, "Colonel, the European powers you mentioned are not even half as many as the people of the Qing Dynasty.

As for war, we Chinese have been summarizing it thousands of years ago, while you have only risen for a hundred years. We know how to fight."

"Damn, damn Oriental arrogance!" Colonel Adrian was very angry. The arrogance of this old Chinese man could be compared with that of some old European aristocrats who were proud of their bloodline.

He was about to continue his persuasion, but Counselor Rainier suddenly stopped him, "I agree with General Liu's plan. Let's coordinate the time for the attack on Pontianak."

Counselor Rainier's words finally made the Liu family father and son smile, and then they began to discuss.

Colonel Adrian, who was full of anger, just turned away. He found a dessert shop outside the Liu family's old yamen and sat there. He waited until Counselor Rainier came out of the old yamen before he hurriedly followed him.

Counselor Rainier looked at this officer, who was less than 30 years old but already a Colonel in the Colonial Army and had a promising future, and explained patiently:

"Adrian, I know what you're going to say, but I'm telling you, these people are beyond saving.

They won't listen to us, so there's no point wasting any more energy on them.

I think your battle plan is very good. Since King Xingtang will not choose to directly conflict with us now, we might as well take the opportunity to capture Pontianak.

Pontianak is located near the mouth of the Kun River on the north bank. Without these foolish landowners, we can still hold on by relying on the Dayaks and the natives of the Bangalore Sultanate."

As he spoke, Counselor Rainier sighed deeply.

This most diligent and capable governor in history for a hundred years until the dissolution of the Dutch East India Company in 1799 had already felt deeply despair about the future of the entire Dutch East India Company.

Because even if we can stop King Xingtang's attack on West Borneo this time, what about next time? What should we do next time?
. . . .

"Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!" The call of the cuckoo suddenly appeared in the rainforest.

A few furtive Dayaks looked up, somewhat bewildered, trying to identify the direction of the sound. These Dayaks belonged to a relatively civilized tribe, generally known as the Iban.

Living in a vast area from Pontianak to Sampham, they will continue to migrate north in the future and mainly settle in the Sarawak region in northern Borneo.

The calls of the great cuckoo became clearer and clearer, which made the Iban people even more confused.

Their leader, a middle-aged man with all kinds of strange tattoos all over his body, raised his head cautiously from the bushes.

The chief had a little bit of awe on his face, and his eyes kept searching around the treetops in the dense forest above his head.

There are no great cuckoos living in Borneo, so the sound of this bird is very unfamiliar to them, and even has a little bit of divinity.

Because these Iban people are one of the very few indigenous people in Borneo who have not been conquered by the teachings of Islam, among these ethnic groups who believe in all spirits and have the cruel custom of headhunting.

Among the seven gods they worship, there is a god that comes from the top of a tree, looks like a bird, makes strange calls and makes predictions for the Iban people.

"Pucuk, pucuk kayu." The chief vibrated his cheeks cautiously and made a strange cry. This was the name of the god from the treetop.

And just after he made the sound, his 'God' responded to him.

With a crisp bang, a fine steel crossbow arrow shot out from a distance.

The leader was knocked sideways by the huge impact of the crossbow arrow. Then he looked at his chest in horror, and blood suddenly spurted out.

It was probably because it pierced the aorta, so blood spurted all over his face.

The remaining Iban people were extremely experienced. When they saw that their leader had been ambushed, they immediately scattered and ran away.

But it was too late. Several scouts of the Xingtang Army, dressed in green tights and covered with branches, quickly appeared from all directions and chased in all directions.

A quarter of an hour later, the last Dayak Iban was captured, or rather, killed.

Because his neck had been almost completely cut off, only a little skin and flesh remained stubbornly connected to his head.

Li Bao pulled out his fine steel crossbow from the chest of the Iban leader, whose eyes were wide open, and quickly took away all the strange objects on their bodies, and then dragged the bodies to the river.

In the middle of the river, several pieces of "dead bark" have been waiting for a long time. Even when they see Li Bao, they will immediately take off their disguises and swim over happily to wait.

Farther away, there were several crocodiles lying on the river bank after eating their fill, basking in the sun contentedly.

The buzzing sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings came again. Li Bao frowned in disgust, quickly took out the cooling oil, and began to apply it to key parts of his body.

"Everyone, check yourselves. If you suddenly feel chills or fluctuating between hot and cold, report to me immediately. There's tonic water back home that can save lives."

The team members nodded, and a sergeant from Guangyi Prefecture, who was not very fluent in Chinese, raised the bottle of cooling oil in his hand and shook it.

"Don't worry, with this, mosquitoes won't bite, it will refresh your mind, and you can kill another hundred barbarians without any problem."

. . . .

In Sanfa City, there was a festive atmosphere everywhere. In every barracks, people were slaughtering pigs and cattle, steaming glutinous rice, and frying spring rolls. It was very lively.

However, the atmosphere in Reinstein's coaching room was completely different from that outside. Dozens of staff officers and commanders of various regiments and companies were discussing together with serious expressions.

"After ten days of clearing, the jungles from Sanfa to Dongwanlu are basically under our control.

The people of Sanxingtang thought the Dayaks were the masters of the jungle, but they were completely wrong. We, armed with cooling oil, allicin, and Hexian Stone Powder, are the most terrifying hunters in the jungle."

A smile finally appeared on Reinstein's face, because the carefully selected Jungle Special Operations Battalion completed the mission very well.

The soldiers of the special battalion had a hiding time that was several times longer than that of the Dayaks, and flexibly applied their primitive beliefs to kill these guys, whom the Dutch called jungle rangers, in a crushing defeat.

In ten days, at least more than two hundred elite Dayak soldiers were killed in the jungle, and now they dare not come in again.

When Wu Xing heard what Reinstein said, he shook his head proudly, "Even without the cooling oil, these Dayaks would not be our opponents.

Because the southern Han people have been fighting the indigenous people in the jungle for thousands of years and have long since mastered their tactics."

The southern Han people that Wu Xing mentioned are actually the Annan Han people. It must be said that they are indeed very experienced in these aspects.

"General Chen is here!" The guard's announcement sounded at the door. Reinstein quickly stood up and took the officers in the room to greet him.

Chen Lian, dressed in a tight outfit and with his hair tied up in a short style, walked in quickly, carrying two long Thai swords.

"General Rui, I have fulfilled my mission and arrived just in time. The 800 task force members are ready and can be deployed at any time."

Reinstein laughed twice and quickly stepped forward to shake Chen Lian's hand. He had specifically applied to King Mo Zi Bu to transfer Chen Lian from Hue to West Borneo.

That’s right, Reinstein was indeed throwing a smoke bomb. He wanted to take advantage of Liu Qianxiang going to attack Pontianak to suddenly launch a sneak attack on Dongwanlu.

At the same time, Reinstein also knew that there must be many Samsung Hall spies near Sanfa. If the army was dispatched, Samsung Hall would definitely get the news in advance.

Therefore, Reinstein simply did not mobilize any soldiers from Sanfa, but instead made an additional application to Mo Zibu.

The request was made to allow the fierce general Chen Lian, who was known as the Broken Sword Phraya, to lead the Yuan Dynasty Guards and 800 elite soldiers selected from the Siamese Guards to arrive secretly.

These 800 men of Chen Lian were the surprise force that captured Dongwanlu in a surprise attack, which was beyond anyone's expectation.

(End of this chapter)