The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 290 Lead Bullets Are Not as Good as Silver Bullets
Facts have proven that if you want to find a reason to cause a conflict, there is nothing you can't do.

Sirif did not stop the people from Sanxingtang from entering the city to buy wine. In order to prevent these guys from getting angry, Sirif, who strictly prohibited anyone from drinking according to the doctrine, even specifically hinted to those believers who had stored wine at home that they could come out and sell the wine to the people from Sanxingtang without worry.

So, just as the Muslims in Pontianak were about to begin their Mardi Gras prayer, which was the penultimate day of their five daily prayers, around 6 p.m., the conflict broke out.

Naturally, it was the Chinese who first caused trouble for the wine shops, claiming that the Muslims' wine was diluted with water or that it was short in weight.

And this is not unfair. These natives are willing to make and sell wine at the risk of violating religious rules. How many of them are kind-hearted?

They are all unscrupulous businessmen among the natives. It would be abnormal if they did not cheat on weight, sell inferior goods as good ones, and make and sell counterfeit goods.

The verbal conflict soon turned into a street fight. There were 20,000 to 30,000 natives in the city, and only dozens of Chinese had entered the city. The Chinese in Sanxingtang, who were unable to win, immediately chose to use knives.

More than ten natives were stabbed to death on the spot. This time, they would not let the Chinese from Sanxingtang leave at any cost. They wanted to catch the Chinese in the trap by closing the small gate that had just been opened in the north city.

Then a few Chinese people ran fast and actually rushed out. Then exaggerated news began to spread all over the place, and angry Chinese people continued to gather outside the north gate and make noise.

In fact, Sirif had also made some contingency plans for conflicts between the Chinese and the natives, so he immediately released the Chinese who were blocked but not killed from the city.

Then find someone to meet Liu Yaozong and ask him to suppress the rebellion.

Liu Yaozong was also very "powerful". He put on a great show outside the north gate and forcibly suppressed the anger of the Chinese in Sanxing Hall.

Seeing that Liu Yaozong was indeed sensible and nothing seemed unusual, Silifu felt relieved and began to look for someone to discuss with Liu Yaozong what to do.

After all, more than a dozen natives were killed and several Chinese also lost their lives.

Liu Yaozong took the opportunity to send people into the city to ask for the bodies of the murdered people, saying that he wanted to find out who they were so that he could comfort their relatives more accurately. As for how to deal with them, he would decide tomorrow.

Silifu had no suspicion and sent the five bodies out of Pontianak, and then trouble arose.

It’s eight o’clock in the evening.

The bodies were brought before a large number of Sanxingtang soldiers and were basically destroyed beyond recognition.

They were being beaten up by a group of people, with hundreds of people chasing and hacking them. It would be strange if they could get a few pieces of good meat. Even if there were, Liu Yaozong would not let them get any.

Under deliberate instigation, anger quickly spread throughout the army. These people were basically from the same hometown, and at least half of the more than 3,000 people were related to those who died.

Then the bosses of each branch and the black-hearted mine owners incited people. How could these thugs who usually bullied men and women and acted tyrannically tolerate this tone?

They came to Liu Yaozong's tent to ask for orders. Liu Yaozong pretended to say something about considering the overall situation until he completely aroused everyone's anger, and then he pretended to agree.

Driven by this rage for revenge, the plan to attack at dawn, which had been decided long ago, was perfectly executed.

A large number of angry Sanxingtang thugs quietly set out under the cover of night and blocked all the passages to the four gates of Pontianak.

Inside the city, Silifu and the natives were not prepared at all. They were still waiting for dawn to negotiate with Liu Yaozong.

Sirif was even a little angry. He felt that he was kind enough to meet the needs of the Chinese, but it was the Chinese who took the initiative to cause trouble, and more people died than the Chinese, so he suffered a greater loss.

According to another religious leader, this incident must be used to severely damage the prestige of the Chinese and make them establish the impression that Pontianak belongs to them.

As a result, the next day, the battle started while the natives were still asleep.

The Chinese in Sanxingtang selected brave men to climb up the city wall with grappling hooks, then opened the city gates and began a large-scale search in the designated areas.

Flames shot up into the sky, and there were shouts and cries everywhere. Anyone who dared to resist was killed.

For a time, blood flowed everywhere. The natives were less organized than the people of Sanxingtang, and their fighting power was far inferior to these strong fighters. They did not organize much resistance at all.

He wanted to rush out, but all four doors were blocked and there was nowhere to escape.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the simple temple where Sirif and his core believers were defending was captured. Sirif's entire family and hundreds of Arab mercenaries from Yemen were all killed.

Pontianak fell into the hands of Sanxingtang.

. . . .

At the same time, Chen Lian also began to act. His 800 people had a good protective color, that is, Chaozhou people.

The Jusheng Company founded by the Chaozhou Chen brothers has business in the area from Sankouyang to Dongwanlu, and their Chaozhou people also often operate in this area.

Even Liu Qianxiang of Sanxingtang had someone persuade them at the beginning, and Chen Da and others did not make a clear statement until Queen Zheng Shishi sent someone to come before they took sides.

These factors, coupled with the fact that Sanxingtang's spies had been keeping a close eye on Sanfa's Xingtang Army and saw that they had indeed not made any major movements, finally led Liu Qianxiang and others to completely ignore Chen Lian's troops who had landed in Sankouyang.

Chen Da even helped Chen Lian to instigate some members of Sanxingtang and accurately grasped the incident of Sanxingtang sending troops to Pontianak.

Chen Lian's quick attack tactics also shocked many people.

It is imagined that Chen Lian should have led 800 warriors and fought to the end with thundering force, and finally broke through the blockhouses and passes of Samsung Company along the way and reached Dongwanlu.

But actually it’s not.

Qishengtu is less than ten kilometers away from Dongwanlu. From the mountain of Qishengtu, you can directly see the city of Dongwanlu located in the river valley. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the last line of defense.

What Chen Lian held in his hands was not two sharp Thai knives, but a piece of yellow silk cloth and a piece of snow-white paper.

The silk cloth is the decree of my King Mo, and the snow-white paper is actually the land deed.

He basically passed the previous levels in this way, and only one or two places and a few people were killed.

"Brother Liu, the king's title is extremely precious. It's not just a symbol of trust, it's also a guarantee. Since King Rende founded his kingdom, no one who has received a title or councilor's position has ever been punished in anger, except for unforgivable crimes."

Chen Da's face was so full of smiles because since this thing was done, his title was also guaranteed. In addition, his second son was given a title in Chumphon, and his third son went to Hue to follow the king. The Chen family was very prosperous.

"And this manor, right next to yours, is the manor of the family of Wu Changzun, a great scholar from Jiading. In the future, your descendants will be truly cultured and educated people."

The guy called Brother Liu by Chen Da hesitated for only two or three seconds, then knelt down in front of Chen Lian with a thud.

"King Rende is one of our Mingxiang people. Prime Minister Liu Qian has committed many evil deeds and is ungrateful. I am willing to turn from evil to good."

If Liu Qianxiang saw this scene, he would surely be so angry that he would have a heart attack and die. The person who said that he had done many evil things and was ungrateful was none other than his most trusted nephew.

Liu Qianxiang and the father of this "Brother Liu" are cousins with the same grandfather.

After Brother Liu got over the initial embarrassment, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

With such generous conditions, it would be foolish not to surrender. If King Mo had told me earlier that he was so willing to do so, I would have given up resistance long ago.

Especially since I, King Mo, am not the king of a foreign country, nor am I the king of the Qing Dynasty, I have no psychological burden to join a Mingxiang family like the Liu family.

With Qi Shengtu's surrender, Chen Lian paved the way with money, and the defense line carefully arranged by Sanxingtang in the north of Dongwanlu facing Sanfa was easily broken through.

Dutch Colonel Adrian also estimated that the blockhouse pass of Sanxingdang would not be able to withstand the attack of large-caliber cannons and mortars, but in fact there was not much fighting at all.

. . . .

Liu Qianxiang woke up from a nightmare with sweat all over his forehead. He dreamed that his ancestor was wearing mountain-patterned armor and roaring at him, asking him why he cooperated with the red-haired devil to harm people.

Then, before Liu Qianxiang could explain himself, the scene changed again. He was taken to a place that looked like a palace, surrounded by yakshas holding knives and axes, who were about to stab him to death if he didn't listen.

Compared with his third son Liu Yaozong, Liu Qianxiang actually still has a little bit of conscience that has not been completely lost.

Of course, this conscience did not prevent him from exploiting the Chinese who came here. Liu Qianxiang did not consider these people to be his compatriots.

The only thing that made him feel guilty was his cooperation with the Dutch, which made him feel a little sorry for his ancestors.

Hearing his terrified cry, his wife came in a moment later, holding a tung oil lamp. "Master, did you have a nightmare? Have some hot tea to calm your nerves."

Liu Qianxiang looked at his wife with some doubt. Ever since he started to favor his third son Liu Yaozong, his wife rarely came to his room and usually ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures next door.

Liu Qianxiang's eldest son, Liu Yaoliang, was born to his old wife, and his third son, Liu Yaozong, was born to his fourth concubine. For a while, Liu Qianxiang even wanted to make his fourth concubine his legal wife.

Later, because his eldest son Liu Yaoliang had some people supporting him, especially his wife's family was also a well-known family, Liu Qianxiang finally gave up.

However, due to the recent conflict with the Mo family, the eldest son Liu Yaoliang has completely lost all support and is still imprisoned in the ancestral hall.

After taking the hot tea and drinking two sips, Liu Qianxiang felt much more stable.

He thought that his wife had been paying so much attention to him recently with a subtle attempt to please him, and that she wanted Liu Qianxiang to release his eldest son, Liu Yaoliang.

Although Liu Qianxiang disliked Liu Yaoliang, he was still his son, and he had no intention of doing anything to Liu Yaoliang, but he couldn't let him out now.

"Don't think too much about Aliang's matter. After this period of time, he will admit his mistakes and will be released naturally."

The old wife looked at Liu Qianxiang with a neutral look. "What will happen to Aliang? The Buddha will protect him. But you, my Lord, have violated our ancestral teachings and even brought on a powerful enemy like King Xing Tang. Aren't you worried about yourself?"

"You have long hair but little knowledge. You know shit!" Liu Qianxiang couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Aliang was corrupted by you. Instead of thinking about how to protect the five-generation ancestral property, he was willing to give it to the Mo family in exchange for wealth. That is against the ancestral teachings of my Liu family.

Ah! Someone come here! "

Liu Qianxiang was raging with joy, but he was suddenly startled because when his slightly presbyopic eyes adjusted to the dim light of the tung oil lamp, he suddenly discovered that there was a strong man standing behind his old wife.

This strong man is none other than my wife’s nephew and the strongest supporter of my eldest son Liu Yaoliang.

"Uncle, there's no need to shout. The king's soldiers have already entered the city. Dongwanlu cannot be destroyed in the hands of people like you."

"Okay, you traitor!" Liu Qianxiang cursed, and then he was shocked again, "How did you come back from Sangkouyang? Could it be..."

"That's right. Jusheng Company has taken refuge with King Rende. Not only the people of Chaozhou, but also the gatekeepers from Sangkouyang to Qishengtu have taken refuge with the king, and so has your nephew Liu Yaoxing."

Liu Qianxiang felt dizzy and suddenly sat back on the bed, but suddenly got up and wanted to run.

Then with a thud, my wife's nephew knocked him to the ground with a stick and quickly tied him up.

"Second Aunt, take his key. You lead the way and release Aliang. I'll go open the city gate and let King Rende's heavenly soldiers into the city!"

Liu Qianxiang was lying on the ground holding his aching thigh and screaming loudly. Although it was really painful, he could actually bear it. He just wanted to use this method to attract attention from outside.

But he was disappointed in the end. Although there were shouts and cries of killing outside, the big bronze bell of the Dongwanlu Guandi Temple also began to ring.

But after two quarters of an hour, the shouting and screaming stopped, and the eldest son Liu Yaoliang walked in with a pale face.

"Father, you forced me to do this. Not only have you and A Zong done so many unscrupulous things, but you also colluded with the red-haired demons to deal with our Tang people's own king. The Liu family cannot be destroyed in your hands."

"Fourth son!" Liu Qianxiang did not look at his eldest son Liu Yaoliang, but looked outside, screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted immediately.

Outside the bedroom door, his fourth concubine, Liu Yaozong's mother, was lying in a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)