The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 39: Not the Northern and Southern Dynasties, but the Liao and Song Dynasties

It has to be said that the people of Annan still have a strong spirit of resistance.

The best soldiers of Zheng's army marched forward in formation, holding muskets. They even shouted wildly to encourage themselves and then rushed forward.

Mo Zibu has always believed that a civilization whose lower-class people do not know how to resist or dare not resist when forced into a desperate situation is not worthy of being called a civilization.

If the lower classes do not dare to dethrone the emperor at the risk of their lives, and do not have the courage to challenge the emperor, it will be impossible to prompt the upper classes to reflect and then make changes, promote social progress and even class change.

For example, medieval Europe and a certain Eastern country, Baratheon, are typical examples of not daring to resist.

So from this perspective, Annan called itself Little China in the south without the knowledge of its suzerain country, and called all nations to pay tribute. They called the Han people Tang people and Ming people, and they called themselves Han people and Chinese people, which does have some foundation.

"Follow me, you gluttons! I'll let you eat refined rice and white flour in your next life!"

Wu Wenyong howled and rushed out first with a big flag in his hand.

"Kill the government troops!"

The rebels behind him, wearing tattered clothes and covered in mud and blood, let out earth-shaking howls with red faces and ears.

They launched a desperate charge, howling and holding broken swords, broken guns, harpoons and dung forks.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The Zheng army's musketeers were frightened by the rebels who were rushing towards them with howling sounds, and they fired their muskets at a distance of hundreds of meters.

As for current firearms, except for a very small number of rifled guns with very slow reloading speeds, they are basically lethal only within a range of 90 meters, or preferably 60 meters.

Their random shooting not only failed to injure anyone, but also caused the smoke from the muskets to block the vision of other Zheng soldiers.

Then, originally Mo Zibu wanted them to be cannon fodder, but these dirty rebels ran straight into the formation of Zheng army's musketeers and immediately entered the invincible mode.

Harpoons and dung forks flew everywhere, broken limbs and arms danced together, and the Zheng army's musketeers were killed, crying and howling like ghosts, with corpses scattered all over the ground.

Damn, these are the elite soldiers who fought in the civil war for more than a hundred years. Where are Xue Andu and Xia Luqi? Just like this?

Mo Zibu was stunned.

Nguyen Dinh Thị was probably frightened by the performance of his own musketeers. Seeing that the front army was about to collapse, Nguyen Dinh Thị quickly ordered the cavalry on the right side, which was ready to charge and break through the southern bandits, to return to support.

But the fighting has already started on the battlefield!
The cavalry began to charge slowly, and the cavalry on the right received the order to return to support.

But tragically, the cavalry on the left did not notice the drums and flags, and the messengers sent out were also confused and did not see where the commander of the cavalry on the left was.

Mo Zibu was overjoyed. This was a godsend!
He quickly moved all the musketeers on the right side of the formation to the left.

Then, the 600 cavalrymen on the left wing of the Zheng army ran into 400 musketeers equipped with two six-pound cannons and a small number of pikemen.

The cavalry was approaching quickly, and they were spread out widely, so it looked like they had something to fight.

But soon, two six-pound cannons opened fire. The violent explosions and flying projectiles quickly frightened the Zheng army's attack speed and formation and made them lose coordination.

Almost all the people and horses chose to avoid the frontal attack. They originally wanted to disperse first and then rush to the middle.

But fearing the artillery bombardment, they all began to run to both sides involuntarily, forming a horizontal figure eight shape.

If they rushed forward, they would still have some advantages. The musketeers of Kunlun Mountain Hall were not regular soldiers, and they might be dispersed. But they were the first to give in, so they couldn't blame others.

The South has never been good at cavalry, not to mention in a hot place like Annan. The horses used by the Zheng cavalry were all Dian horses that came from Yunnan hundreds of years ago.

This type of horse is not known for its explosive power. The Zheng cavalry lost their determination to concentrate and charge, and their speed became even slower after they dispersed to both sides.

At the same time, the Yue people's riding and archery skills were not to be said to be unparalleled, but they were enough to make anyone who saw them cry.

Ahem, the Zheng cavalry was not good at riding and shooting at all. When their cavalry fought, they mostly rushed forward and stabbed with lances or chopped with sabers.

What's more, the elite cavalry of the Zheng army here has been taken away by Ruan Dinh Tuan's brother Ruan Dinh Huan, and only second-rate stuff is left here.

The sound of muskets blasted like frying beans, and the Zheng cavalrymen running from both sides fell off their horses one after another in the uneven sound of muskets.

Under Mo Zibu's loud curses, the artillerymen of the two six-pound cannons were busy like hamsters, their legs almost leaving afterimages, and they fired one shot faster than the other.

Four rounds of muskets, three rounds of cannons, and six hundred Zheng cavalrymen left behind more than a hundred corpses and ran back desperately. They ran a long way in one breath and lost the courage to stand as a whole team.

At this time, with the support of the cavalry on the right, the main force of Zheng's army finally defeated the thousands of rebels who rushed over.

The rebel army, which had just mustered up its courage, instantly turned from being the pursuers who were hacking and killing people to the defeated who were running back crying.

This is the most common situation for peasant uprisings, and even for ordinary armies in ancient times. Even gods and Buddhas cannot stop them when the wind is in their favor, and they will start to flee for their lives when the wind is slightly against them.

Ou Long drew out his goose-feather knife and stood at the front. Mo Zibu handed over all the command power to him. After all, he was just a keyboard warrior now.

But thanks to the more than ten years of hard practice forced upon this body, Mo Zibu became quite good at using the musket.

At this time, he was holding a Waldridge flintlock rifle, which was a flintlock rifle produced by the British in the early eighteenth century. It had a good firing rate and relatively high shooting accuracy.

"Brothers of Kunlun Mountain Hall, if a man of honor wants to accomplish great things and enjoy wealth and glory, the best way is to obtain them through swords and guns.

Now, follow me like a man. I'm in the first row. Only after I, the leader, die, will it be your turn to die.

If not, take off your pants to prove it, and I'll let you go immediately!"

Mo Zibu yelled loudly, causing a burst of laughter, which eased the tense atmosphere a lot.

All of them saw that Mo Zibu was indeed in the first row. They thought that if such a distinguished figure as Longtou was not afraid, there was nothing for them to be afraid of. Their morale suddenly soared.

Of course, the guards around him couldn't really let Mo Zibu sit in the first row. After the morale was boosted, he was squeezed out of the first row by a group of guards.

At this time, not many people were paying attention to him, as their attention was attracted by the Zheng army chasing the retreating rebels.

These cavalrymen who came back to support were the ones who killed the most vigorously just now, and they are now chasing the fastest.

Amidst the screams, they chopped down the empty-handed rebels who were running for their lives like sugarcane, but they did not notice that the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall in the distance had already formed their battle array.

"Hold your guns sideways and don't put them down. If anyone dares to put them down, I'll chop his head off with one blow. And you can only shoot when I give the order!"

Ou Long was also shouting and cursing loudly, and the officers immediately repeated his orders.

Zheng's cavalry was getting closer and closer. The retreating rebels did not dare to charge and fled to both sides. Ou Long waved his hand, and a Chen family soldier wearing a red jacket ran forward and shot the bow and arrow in his hand forward.

"Two hundred feet!" he shouted.
This long arrow with colorful tail feathers indicates the effective range. In the Qing Dynasty, one foot was 35 centimeters, and 200 feet was about 70 meters.

"Clang!" A gong sounded.

"Hua La La" all the soldiers changed their guns from a horizontal holding position to an aiming position. Although they were not in unison, they still followed the order and no one dared to make any random movements.

There was a sound of horse hooves, tap, tap. After the warhorse had galloped past two hundred feet, Ou Long suddenly swung the command knife in his hand forward.

"Fire the gun!"

"Boom! Bang! Bang!"

Thunderous explosions sounded. The explosions in the front were caused by most people firing in unison, while the explosions in the back were caused by a few guys who were a beat late.

The Zheng cavalry was struck by lightning, or more like they had hit an invisible wall of air. Countless knights and horses fell to the ground under the impact of the whistling lead bullets.

It was just one round of three rows of guns. They were not elite to begin with, and because they were chasing the Zheng cavalry who were huddled together, they were immediately stunned.

Without waiting for the second round of firing, the four or five hundred cavalrymen abandoned dozens of their comrades who were wailing on the ground and turned and fled. "Forward!" Ou Long shouted again.

At the same time, the first three rows of soldiers quickly shook their guns downwards to clear out the residue inside.

After clearing the residue, bite open the gunpowder bag, pour the gunpowder into the powder pool of the firing port, then pour gunpowder into the barrel, then the lead bullet, and finally pull out the cleaning rod under the muzzle to tamp the gunpowder and lead bullet.

At this time, the soldiers in the last three rows had already lined up and moved forward. They passed through the smoke that had just formed and continued to move forward with a fearless attitude.

On the opposite side, the Zheng army's musketeers had just recovered from being hacked and killed. They hadn't even formed a complete formation when the Kunlun Mountain Hall's musketeers appeared from the smoke.

Some of the Zheng army musketeers at the front, whose faces and bodies were still covered in blood, screamed in fear and turned around to run. This caused hundreds of people in the front row to scream in fear, and more people began to retreat.

But then, with a flash of cold light, the Zheng army's supervising team came forward, hacked and killed the fleeing soldiers, forced them back, and stabilized the situation.

However, by the time these guys came back to gain their footing, the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall had already approached to within two hundred feet.

The soldiers in Shantang raised their guns, but the Zheng army's musketeers had not even loaded their guns, and some of them didn't even have their muskets.

"boom!"

This time, the gunshots were extremely neat and dense. After the previous round, everyone's adrenaline secretion surged, and they became calm and cruel.

"Boom! Boom!" Six rows, one hundred men in each row, six hundred musketeers fired two rounds in a row. Twelve hundred lead bullets whizzed and hit the Zheng army that was huddled together. A large number of Zheng soldiers were knocked to the ground and struggled in pain.

"Mom, Mom!" A Zheng army melee soldier wearing fine leather armor twisted in pain on the ground, rolling back and forth.

His eye was hit by a lead bullet, and the white eyeball and eye fluid were squeezed out of the eye socket. The eyeball was completely shattered, and blood flowed down his cheek.

What happened next to him was even worse. A soldier was hit in the mouth by two lead bullets at the same time. The huge impact force almost completely shattered his jaw.

The wounded soldier could no longer speak and could only let out strange screams. His hands were like spasmodic chicken claws, leaving streaks of blood on the ground as his body swung, but this still could not reduce his pain even a little bit.

As for those who were hit in the legs, they were jumping and struggling desperately, and those who were hit in the abdomen were holding the wound and screaming in fear.

In this era, if a firearm doesn't hit a vital point, the person won't die immediately, but it's precisely because of this that it seems particularly cruel.

"Kill them all!"

Before the smoke cleared, Mo Zibu jumped out with a thick-backed broadsword in his hand.

Beside him, Pei Daxiong held a big axe in one hand, and Pei Shichun held a big red flag in one hand, and followed Mo Zibu to rush forward.

Li Xianwen, Huang Zhongtong, Li Guangcai and Chen Guangyao, who had returned at some unknown time, also drew their weapons and rushed forward with Mo Zibu.

The smoke and screams caused most people to lose their clarity of mind and the ability to discern direction immediately after entering this hellish battlefield.

The same goes for Mo Zibu. He held a big knife, as if he had entered a cruel first-person perspective game in later generations.

A Zheng soldier shouted at him desperately with a musket in his hand. Mo Zibu leaped high, bounced halfway up, and slashed down with a knife.

With a snap, the butt of the musket was chopped off directly. Mo Zibu's sword was not yet fully moved, so he slightly deflected the sword and chopped into the neck of the Zheng soldier.

Zheng Jun tilted his head, tears on his face and blood on his neck spurting out.

He was not dead yet. His twisted and dark face seemed to be begging for mercy and cursing. His two hands were holding the sharp knife tightly, as if he was afraid that Mo Zibu would pull out the knife and he would die.

Mo Zibu showed no mercy, and on the battlefield he had to be prepared to be killed at any time.

He kicked in the chest and pulled his hands back, and the big knife and several fingers were pulled back together.

Zheng Jun stopped crying immediately, fell to his knees with a thud, and covered his neck with his two broken hands as hard as he could. After a while, he fell headfirst to the ground.

On Mo Zibu's side, he encountered another Zheng soldier holding a knife. When the two knives collided, Mo Zibu cut off the broken knife with one knife, and then stabbed him hard in the stomach.

"Kuji!" It was like being plunged into a bag filled with water. Along with the blood, a suffocating stench gushed out.

Mo Zibu gripped the knife handle and twisted it hard before pulling it out, making the hole even bigger.

"Mom, Mom!" Zheng Jun threw away the broken knife, screamed in pain, covered his stomach, and staggered around aimlessly.

Then with a bang, he was hit on the head by a hammer from someone unknown, and red and white liquid mixed with an extremely disgusting fishy smell splashed all over Mo Zibu's head and face.

Mo Zibu looked up and saw a pirate dancing with a pair of bone flowers, screaming and shouting as he rushed past him.

In the distance, Chen Guangyao's two swords danced like a halo, and the enemies fell down in front of him like grass being mowed.

Farther away, Pei Shixuan planted a big red flag on the ground and was waving a big hammer with both hands.

In front of her, a group of Zheng soldiers who were trying to cut down the flag fell down. There seemed to be about twenty or thirty of them.

"We win, we win, we win!" Suddenly, there was a roar like thunder and lightning.

Mo Zibu looked up and saw that the Zheng army had been defeated and had lost all their armor. Countless dark-skinned figures were fleeing for their lives, and flags were being thrown on the ground.

Is this a victory? I have less than a thousand men, and I defeated the 10,000-strong Zheng army?

Mo Zibu found it hard to believe for a moment, but a sense of heroism rose in his heart. He wiped the brain matter off his face, picked up the knife and started chasing after him, shouting and screaming.

Rumble, a sound of footsteps was heard. Mo Zibu couldn't help but look back. It turned out that the rebels who had been like stray dogs just now were chasing after him again.

. . . .

Half an hour later, seven or eight miles away, the Zheng army, having lost its camp, could no longer run.

Nguyen Dinh Thị personally wielded his sword to kill the rebels and gathered more than 6,000 men. However, before he could organize his troops, Mo Tzu Bu caught up with him and the two sides engaged in another chaotic fight without any formation.

As expected, hundreds of Zheng's troops were killed and they collapsed and fled again. The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall continued to pursue them. The corpses of Zheng's troops were scattered for several miles, and countless people were trampled to death.

A quarter of an hour later, Zheng's army was blocked by a river, which was Zihe River, a tributary of Lanjiang River. The water volume was not small and Zheng's army had no boat to cross the river.

By the river, thousands of Zheng troops were roaring in despair.

Mo Zibu felt something was wrong. He quickly found his personal guards who were also killing madly, and started beating the gong desperately, and ordered them to shout "Stop" with him.

The Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers, who were already running out of breath and weak in the pursuit, woke up from their frenzy.

After all, they had been training for more than a month, and the most important part of the training was obeying orders. Although they didn't know why the leader ordered the troops to withdraw, most of them still followed the order.

But the dark rebels didn't care. They rushed forward and then ran into Zheng's army. After their desperate resistance, they were immediately killed back.

At this time, Ou Long, Li Xianwen and others also chased here, and Mo Zibu pointed his hand.

"Second brother, let your people go up and try."

Li Xianwen led hundreds of people and rushed forward with deliberate shouting. The Zheng army burst into desperate shouts again. Everyone huddled together, but they were not scared and it was obvious that they were not in a state of total collapse.

Ou Long pointed at the smoke and dust rising from the upper and lower reaches of the Zi River in the distance and said, "Dragon Head, don't chase after a desperate enemy!

The Zheng cavalry didn't cross the river either. If the Zheng commander calls them back, I'm afraid we'll have to fight to the death. They have ten times more people than me!"

Mo Zibu nodded and said, "Form a battle array, withdraw the troops, and send someone to tell them to leave all their money and property behind. I will spare their lives."

(I just discovered a bug, so I adjusted the timeline of this book from 1763 to 1765.

This chapter is 5000 words long, and I'll only update it once today. Next, Tiger needs to write some extra chapters for Hanhai Tang'er Gui, which has been delayed for a long time.)
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