The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 300 Mission Impossible: The Legend of the Clamp
In the northern city of Hue, Song Fusheng walked into a temple carrying a load of rice cakes, but two minutes later, he went straight into a courtyard through a secret passage in the temple.

The sun had already set, but there were almost no lights in the yard, and it was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of falling leaves.

"It's finally time to take action. If I stay any longer, I'll go crazy!"

Suddenly, a few people came out from the corner, took the rice cakes from Song Fusheng's hand, and couldn't help but speak excitedly.

A few candles were lit intermittently. It was an extremely spacious room with more than thirty strong men sitting or standing inside.

These people are the elite among the noble families in Hue, with the Song family having the largest number among them.

Because Song Fuqia of the Song family was originally the commander of the five battalions of the Jiading army, he died when Mo Zibu entered Jiading, but many of his sons and daughters who followed Song Fuqia south still ran back.

After Mo Zibu entered Hue, he retaliated against the Song family. Many of the military farms of the three guards of Hue were taken away from the Song family's properties.

This made the hatred between the two sides even greater, and the Song family was the family that wanted to kill Mo Zibu the most among all the noble families in Hue.

Rice cakes rolled with big fat meat and pickled vegetables are considered the most luxurious delicacy even among the rich and powerful. Therefore, they would only be willing to prepare such delicacies before taking action.

The strong men gathered in a group, eating voraciously. Even the sentry at the door was attracted by the smell and seemed a little absent-minded.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the backyard, and the three-foot-thick wall collapsed with a bang, leaving a hole as wide as two or three people.

There was a sound of footsteps, and before the dust from the collapse had settled, countless torches poured in from the backyard.

"Oh no, we've been discovered!" Song Fusheng howled, picked up the dagger beside him and was about to rush out when he heard the sound of bows and crossbows firing. Countless arrows shot through the paper-pasted doors and windows, making the people in the house scream in pain.

"Asheng, hurry up and go to the front yard and light the warning fireworks to notify the people at Tianmu Temple!"

Someone pushed Song Fusheng. Tianmu Temple was where their main force was located. If it was discovered, it would be disastrous.

Hearing the whizzing sound of arrows shooting, Song Fusheng quickly bent his waist, crawled through several secret passages like a mouse, and sneaked into the ground.

I don’t know where it was exposed. Could it be that Tianmu Temple was exposed before them?
In great anxiety, Song Fusheng pushed open the entrance of the secret passage, but suddenly a strong force came, and he was unexpectedly lifted up by the head and pulled out from inside, just like pulling a mouse out of a hole in the ground.

A heavy punch hit Song Fusheng's chest. The severe pain made him give up all desire to resist. He could not get rid of the pain until he was tied up.

"It's him! He knows where the two tunnels in Tianmu Temple lead to!"

Song Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling extremely guilty. It turned out that there was something wrong with his line of work, because the person who spoke was his cousin who was responsible for buying food for him.

Catering for hundreds of people is no small matter. It would be easy to be exposed if no one was covering it up. Therefore, Song Fusheng also selected several trusted relatives to help him.

"You beast, you actually helped the northerners to deal with us southerners. They came to Hue to occupy our land and steal our women.

If we don't drive the northerners away, we southerners will become their slaves. Why don't you understand this?"

Looking at his cousin who was standing in the house like a quail, Song Fusheng was extremely angry. He did not feel the fear of being caught at this moment, but only the resentment of being a good person and the anxiety of not being able to drive away the northerners.

"Brother Asheng, the king is not from the north. The government said that the land occupied by the eldest son's family must be returned to us."

The younger brother spoke in a low voice, and there was even a glimmer of light in his eyes when he mentioned that he could take back the land occupied by the eldest son's family.

Within these aristocratic families, even if they have the same ancestor, there is still oppression.

The most common practice is to use the excuse of building ancestral halls and worshipping ancestors to forcibly merge the land of side branches into the clan at a low price and make it public land.

Song Fusheng wanted to refute immediately, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly didn't know what to say. After being stunned for a while, he closed his eyes angrily.

"You spineless, weakling! I won't say anything, just kill me!"

"Oh, you're quite tough. I like your character." Seeing Song Fusheng's fearless look, a strange Chinese voice sounded.

Song Fusheng studied in a private school of his clan when he was young and could speak good Sino-Vietnamese, which is the Jiaozhi Chinese dialect which is almost becoming a dead language, so he could barely understand what was said on the other side.

There was a clattering sound, and Song Fusheng couldn't help but look up, and saw that the ugly-looking but somewhat honest man took out a thing made of poplar wood, more than three feet long, with four or five pieces, connected by iron bars and ropes in the middle.

Someone pulled Song Fusheng's hand, pried open his fingers and stuffed them into the gaps of the poplar sticks. Then the strong man opposite smiled evilly and gently pulled and twisted them.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh my god!"

A feeling of extreme pain spread rapidly from his hands to Song Fusheng's whole body like an electric shock, and then suddenly gathered at the top of his head.

This extremely rapid and piercing pain made him unable to bear it. Song Fusheng's body twisted into a pretzel shape on the ground, and he even started to talk nonsense. The severe pain almost made him collapse.

"Boy, now you know how powerful I am, are you still tough?" Fortunately, it didn't last long. The ugly man stopped and asked Song Fusheng with a smile.

Song Fusheng sobbed and was about to answer, but he felt that he might not be able to continue to be a hero.

But the man on the other side took his sobbing as a provocation and his face suddenly changed.

"Good boy, you won't cry until you see the King of Hell, right? Come on, give him a blow!"

There are actually two types of clamps, one for the hands and one for the calves.

Especially the calf clamp, which uses thick round logs and iron bars to create torque, thereby squeezing and twisting the shins. It is the epitome of ancient punishments. In the hands of a master of torture, it is more painful than the tiger bench of later generations.

Song Fusheng couldn't bear the pain to begin with, and now he clamped his hands and legs together, and was attacked from all sides. How could he resist it?

He let out a scream, feeling the pain reaching the deepest part of his soul, and then suddenly radiating back. The severe pain made his brain suddenly lose control of every part of his body.

He was crying and shouting incoherently, and feces and urine were gushing out like a flood. Tears and snot were mixed together, almost covering his entire face.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything! Oh, my legs, my legs! Master, spare me, spare me!"

When the pain subsided a little, Song Fusheng stopped pretending. He was afraid that the other party would misunderstand him again, so he cried out with his last bit of strength.

Vaguely, Song Fusheng heard someone praising him, "Brother Yuan's family background is indeed remarkable. The king has ordered me to rebuild the Jinyiwei. I wonder if you are interested?"...

"What? Commander Wu Qian wants me to surround your regiment?" Chen Guangdong was really confused about the intentions of Wu Wenchu, the commander of the Yanqing regiment who sneaked into his tent at night.

"Captain Chen, there must be someone in the Yanqing group who is connected to Ruan Wenhui, but I'm not sure who it is, so I'd like to ask for your help."

Wu Wenchu looked at Chen Guangdong with a pleading look on his face. This flag captain (battalion commander) was a core member of the Jiading Chen family. He had direct access to the emperor's ears and was the best partner.

Seeing Chen Guangdong's hesitation, Wu Wenchu continued, "I know General Pingbei must have left Captain Chen with a backup plan. Now there is a huge fortune in front of us.

As long as you lead your troops to surround the Yanqing Regiment, you can capture all the traitors within, pry open their mouths, and then Xiangyun Ruan and those thousands of elite soldiers will be trapped."

Chen Guangdong took a deep breath and carefully observed the expression on Wu Wenchu's face, not missing any details.

"In other words, if we can't find the traitor in the Yanqing group, this expedition will be in vain, right?"

"We won't return empty-handed." Wu Wenchu shook his head, "But the credit won't be too great, because the other party is a local tyrant, and the master's elite soldiers are very good at escaping into dense forests.

If a traitor leaks the news, we might be able to catch some of them, but we definitely won't be able to catch the most important ones."

"How do you know that the news of our arrival has not yet spread?" Chen Guangdong suddenly asked.

"Because the traitors in the Yanqing group were prepared by Nguyen Van Hue for future use, not for this rebellion.

The king had not planned to mobilize the Yanqing regiment beforehand, and now they have been suddenly dispatched, and they haven't had time to spread the news yet."

"Then why didn't you report to General Pingbei, but came to me now?" Chen Guangdong continued to ask without giving Wu Wenchu a chance to breathe.

"Because I want to make a name for myself and don't want to be untrustworthy all my life." Wu Wenchu's face suddenly became ferocious.

"If I had told General Pingbei early on, but I wasn't sure who the traitor was, and if I couldn't find anything, not only would I not have achieved much credit, I would also be suspected of not being able to suppress my subordinates.

And now, after all this journey, Wu has basically confirmed who it is. However, to be on the safe side, I need Captain Chen's assistance. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future."

Chen Guangdong looked at Wu Wenchu, thought quietly for a long time, and suddenly walked to the corner of the tent and took out a few bombs.

"I'll go with you. If I tell even a single lie, my captain will die along with the officers of your Yanqing Regiment."

Wu Wenchu looked in horror at this young officer, whom he believed had climbed up the ladder through nepotism, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"I have no objection, but if we all go, who will be responsible for besieging the Yanqing group?"

Chen Guangdong smiled faintly, "Don't worry about this, someone will naturally take care of it."

The reason why Chen Guangdong was so confident was because Wang Wuchu had already arrived.

The three companies selected from the Yulin Guards were controlled by Wang Wuchu himself, otherwise Chen Guangdong would not be able to control those veterans of the Guards.

The sky was just getting light, smoke was rising, and the army was going to head straight for Xiangyun after breakfast, so last night Wu Wenchu ordered his younger brother Wu Wensheng to lead the personal soldiers to patrol strictly, and not a single bird flew out.

In the commander-in-chief's tent, Wu Wenchu sat in the main seat, Chen Guangdong sat on the left, and Pan Wenlin, deputy general of the Yanqing regiment, sat on the right.

Not long after the officers sat down, Wu Wenchu's brother Wu Wensheng was brought in tied up. Everyone looked at Wu Wenchu in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Yesterday I ordered General Wu Bai to patrol the night, but at three o'clock in the morning, he became lazy. The night patrolmen even found a place to lie down and sleep without permission. They treated military law as a joke. What do you think is his punishment?"

The officers were even more confused. What was he going to do? Did General Wu Qian want to sacrifice his own brother in order to rectify military discipline when the war was about to start?
After a long pause, several military officers who were on good terms with Wu Wensheng came out to plead for him, and even the deputy general Pan Wenlin said a few words.

Seeing the officers like this, Wu Wenchu suddenly burst into laughter.

"However, he has done well to break the military law! It was because he was lax that some people thought they had an opportunity. Little did they know that General Pingbei had a brilliant mind and had arranged all this long ago."

After Wu Wenchu finished laughing, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves and the noise of people outside, as if many people were approaching the Yanqing group’s base.

Pan Wenlin's face changed drastically. He was about to stand up when Wu Wensheng, who seemed to be tied up behind him, suddenly attacked him and knocked him to the ground with a pounce.

Almost at the same time, a captain sitting below Pan Wenlin suddenly jumped up, but just as he was drawing out his dagger, Wu Wenchu raised his hand quickly, and with a bang, the captain's head shook violently and he collapsed.

These changes happened so quickly that the other officers had little time to react. Chen Guangdong took the opportunity to jump onto the long table in the tent, holding up a fire bomb and roaring.

"Whoever dares to move, I will make him die without a trace."

"Wu Wenchu, the three generals have been so kind to you, yet you dare to turn against them when the time comes!" Pan Wenlin shouted loudly on the ground.

Fuck you!

Chen Guangdong was sweating profusely. No wonder Wu Wenchu, as the captain of the Yanqing regiment, couldn't handle the subordinates and needed his help. No wonder he didn't dare to confess to Chen Guangyao and had to take credit for it.

It turned out that this bastard was a traitor who just defected temporarily. Without the credit for annihilating the Xiangyun Ruan family and their elite troops, he was afraid that his life would be in danger.

"We are bandits by birth, and it is common sense that the victors are kings and the losers are bandits. What do you mean by 'a debt of gratitude as heavy as a mountain'? Isn't it enough that I have risked my life for the Ruan brothers?"

After Wu Wenchu finished speaking, he immediately ordered his men to control Pan Wenlin and the officers he did not dare to drag into the rebellion, and then bowed deeply to Chen Guangdong.

"Captain Chen, I have no choice. Please forgive me!"

Hearing the soldiers of the Yuancong Regiment outside entering the Yanqing Regiment’s base and the sound of galloping horses of the Longxiang Guards Cavalry Battalion, Chen Guangdong felt a cold sweat breaking out, thinking that the situation was already under control.

"Can the Yanqing group still complete the mission?" Chen Guangdong took back the bomb and looked at Wu Wenchu fiercely.

Wu Wenchu was overjoyed. As long as he could get past Chen Guangdong first and get the credit, it would be easy to talk to General Chen Guangyao of Pingbei.

"Don't worry, Captain Chen. Pan Wenlin has only captured a hundred or so people. The rest of the officers and soldiers are unaware of this. Now that this has happened, I'm afraid they will fight even harder!"

(End of this chapter)