The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 463: The Ghost Fire Boy Kills Everyone
In Johor City, a fierce battle had just ended, and the ground was densely packed with native soldiers twisted in various postures.

Johor Temenggong (Grand Marshal) Abdul Majid was dragged by soldiers in front of Chen Lian.

Chen Lian looked at the fat black man and smiled faintly, "Abdul Maji, I warned you not to think about confronting the emperor. You don't have the qualifications. It's better to face reality."

Abdul Maji raised his head and roared angrily, "Are we the ones who want to fight? It's you Tang people who want our land. Robbers have come to our house, and we're not allowed to resist!"

"Look at you, you're anxious again!" Chen Lian sneered and said, "Who wants your land? This general just wants you to follow the Siamese nobles to Yingtian Prefecture to pay homage to the emperor.

Hundreds of years ago, your ancestors went to Yingtian Prefecture to pay homage to the Great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and were allowed to continue to rule this land.

Even the Muslim religion that you believe in was allowed to be believed by the eunuch Sanbao in accordance with the imperial decree of the Great Ming Emperor.

What's the matter? You were willing to pay homage to the Great Emperor of Ming when he was in power, but now that the Great Emperor of Yu dominated the Eastern world, you are unwilling to do so, right?

You are challenging the authority of the Great Emperor of Dayu!"

When Abdul Majid heard Chen Lian's roar, he wanted to retort, "Johor has never been a vassal of your Tang emperor, and does not need your consent!"

But when the words came to his lips, Abdul Majid did not say them out loud, because if he did, the consequences would be too serious and he might even be massacred.

"Let me ask you one more question, are you willing to go to Yingtian Prefecture for pilgrimage?" Chen Lian saw that Abdul Maji was hesitant to speak and did not dare to refute, and immediately knew that he was scared, so he asked again.

Abdul Maji was silent for a long time, but finally gave in and nodded, "I am willing to go to Yingtian Prefecture to pay homage."

"Hahaha!" Chen Lian laughed a few times, and suddenly his expression changed. He pointed his finger at Abdul Majid's face and cursed:
"It's no use being willing. Even if you are willing, I am not willing. You are just a Tian Meng Gong. What qualifications do you have to pay homage to the emperor?"

As he spoke, Chen Lian showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Okay, I understand. You, the Temenggong, are planning a rebellion. You want to go on the pilgrimage on behalf of the King of Johor, Muhammad III."

"So you are a traitor who wants to rebel!" With a loud roar, Chen Lian kicked Abdul Maji to the ground, and whipped Abdul Maji's head and body with the whip in his hand, making him roll on the ground and wailing.

"Tie him up and send him to Jiading to await trial. You've rebelled!" Chen Lian beat him while glancing at the native nobles kneeling around him.

He waited until all of them showed expressions of fear before stopping to beat Abdul Majid, who was already covered in blood.

Then, Chen Lian pointed a bloody whip at Abdul Majid's nephew Abdul Raja and asked, "Are you also going to follow your uncle in rebellion?"

Abdul Raja was very sensible and decisively knocked his head heavily to the ground, "Master Tangren, please spare me! Master Tangren, please spare me!"

"This boy is teachable!" Chen Lian finally showed a satisfied smile on his face. Although the address was still incorrect, it was at least tactful.

"Take me to the palace and find Muhammad III. He should go to Yingtianfu to pay homage. From now on, the Kingdom of Johor will be under your jurisdiction. You are now the Temenggong."

Abdul Raja's face suddenly showed an expression of incredible joy. He jumped up and immediately began to lead the way in a very servile manner.

Along the way, a large amount of gold, silver and treasures belonging to the Kingdom of Johor were taken away by the soldiers of the Xing Tang Army in carts, but Abdul Raja turned a blind eye.

Before the capture of Johor, Perak, Selangor and Dutch Malacca had already been captured.

At this point, the indigenous and European forces in the entire Malay Peninsula had basically been eliminated and integrated in later generations.

However, it is still a long way from complete control. Chen Lian discussed with Zheng Mincheng as they walked.

"Sultan Muhammad III has gone to Yingtian Prefecture and will probably never come back. The natives of Johor should be left to Abdul Raja to rule, as long as he knows what's good for him."

Zheng Mincheng nodded. Siam stabilized very quickly, and with the presence of the retired Emperor Mo Tianci, Zheng Mincheng, who was originally appointed as the Governor-General of Taiping, was able to find time to come to Johor.

This is also the advantage of Mo Tianci being in charge of Nanyang. If it were someone else, even if it was Emperor Mo's uncle, Duke Gao Chen Dasheng, or his elder brother, Duke Qiong Mo Zihuang, they would not dare to make the decision to arrange the governor of a province to be in charge somewhere else based on the situation.

"We still have too few people coming here. I really hope we can unify the country right away so we can have an endless population."

Zheng Mincheng sighed. Nanyang is so big, let alone 200,000 or 300,000 people a year, even a million a year would not be too many.

"So now we still have to rely on the locals to rule. We were able to conquer such a large territory, but there are not enough Chinese to occupy it. Zheng Gong is about to become the governor of Johor. Do you have any good ideas?"

Zheng Mincheng thought for a moment, "There's no good solution. All I can do is restrict the natives to their current range of activities, prevent them from migrating, and seal off more land for future Chinese to develop."

"This is a good idea, very good!" Chen Lian's eyes lit up. Anyway, these natives are lazy enough and don't like to open up the land, so let them continue to live a lazy life and leave more land that can be opened up to future Chinese.

"However, the Bugis people cannot be left alive. Those who are willing to surrender will be incorporated into the fleet, and all the unruly ones will be taken away." Zheng Mincheng made a gesture of cutting his neck.

In the Sultanate of Johor, the natives were generally in charge of the army, while the Bugis were in charge of the navy. They originally came from places like Sulawesi and were very good at naval warfare.

"I understand that only the Chinese Empire can own a fleet in Southeast Asia." Chen Lian immediately asked the staff officer beside him to find the Dutch Rear Admiral Peter Melville.

"The Bugis are vicious dogs bred by you Dutch. Now they have begun to bare their teeth at their masters. Major General, I order you to deal with them properly."

Major General Peter Melville nodded without any hesitation. Although he was not a native white man in Batavia, he had received a commendation from the Chinese Emperor.

The emperor promised that he would be granted the title of Baron of Muscat after he defeated the English fleet in the Indian Ocean.

For a Dutchman who admired aristocracy but was born in a republic, such conditions were completely irresistible to Major General Melville.

He crossed his arms in response, imitating the Chinese, the military salute of the Dayu Army and Navy. "Yes, Your Excellency, Lieutenant General. I will take care of it now."

After arranging for Major General Peter Melville to do the dirty work, Chen Lian gave another order, ordering Andai's four major vassals of Jeddah, Xin Gaozhou, Songcheng, and Taogong, and a dozen viscounts and barons to send a total of 400 samurai to Johor to obey Zheng Mincheng's orders, and then left.

The reason why the fleet wants to take down all the remaining forces on the Andai Peninsula at this moment is because they have nothing else to do.

Although steam engines had appeared at this time, they were far from being able to drive sailing warships, so sailing on the ocean depended entirely on ocean currents and wind direction.

It was winter and there was no monsoon. It was basically impossible for a third-class battleship weighing more than 1,000 tons to pass through the Strait of Malacca without wind.

Not to mention such a large warship, even the Siamese nobles who went north had to row small boats to Jiading and then travel north by land.

Therefore, the fleet had to wait until the southwest wind picked up at the end of May before it could pass through the Strait of Malacca and reach the Andaman Sea.

Only after leaving the Andaman Sea and finding the northeast monsoon of the Indian Ocean could they reach the southern tip of the Indian Peninsula and deliver supplies to the Kingdom of Mysore.

Of course, Mo Zhengcun originally planned to send the supplies to the Kingdom of Mysore first.

Small boats of 2 to 3 tons, with plenty of oarsmen, can still make the crossing. While the spring monsoon isn't the right wind, the ocean currents are. In winter and spring, the Andaman Sea is lower than the Strait of Malacca, and the water from the Strait of Malacca flows into the Andaman Sea, causing currents to reach - knots per hour.

However, Vice Admiral Sufran, the fleet commander who had extensive experience in dealing with the Mysore people, rejected this proposal.

He knew very well that if he sent the supplies at this time, it would be difficult to expect the Mysore people to cooperate and assist in the battle.

At the same time, if only small-tonnage armed merchant ships were sent to the Indian Ocean, there would also be a risk of being intercepted by the British.

Therefore, it would be better to take unified action at the end of May and reach the Indian Ocean in early July.

By the time they arrived, the Mysore Kingdom had already gone to war with the British. That was to say, it was the Mysore Kingdom that needed the help of the Chinese Empire, not the Chinese Empire that needed the help of them.

Therefore, the Combined Fleet, which had nothing to do, after asking for permission from the retired emperor and Prime Minister of Nanyang, Mok Tien-chi, took over the very conspicuous Sultanate of Johor.

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Yogyakarta Province, Yogyakarta Province (Java Island, Yogyakarta Special Region)

With a loud bang of a cannon, a gap was blasted open in a Javanese town with an earthen wall almost two meters high.

The collapse was still continuing and dust was everywhere, but the hundreds of young men from Guangxi and some Guangdong who had been waiting for a long time could not wait any longer.

Huang Renyong from Haiyang County, Chaozhou (Chao'an District, Chaozhou City) jumped up.

He was five feet four inches (one meter eighty) tall and weighed over one hundred and eighty kilograms. Holding a thick-backed ghost-head sword in both hands, he rushed in through the gap like a human tank.

As soon as he passed through the dust-covered area, Huang Renyong saw three natives holding short spears, grinning and roaring at him, like three teddy bears barking at people.

Huang Renyong shouted loudly and swept the big knife in his hand. As soon as it made contact, the big knife weighing fourteen pounds knocked the three short spears off course.

Taking advantage of the moment when the three natives staggered, Huang Renyong took another big step and rushed within half a meter of the three people.

He twisted his waist and, using the force of the previous knife, quickly drew a semicircle. The sharp steel knife easily cut open three bellies.

In an instant, undigested green chyme and blood gushed out. The three natives fell to the ground with screams, but they did not die immediately.

But Huang Renyong no longer cared about them. He shouted again and rushed forward like a wild boar, slashing left and right among the natives with his big knife.

Next to Huang Renyong, Luo Asheng, a Hakka from Jiaying Prefecture, held a rattan shield and a waist knife. His main task was not to charge into battle, but to protect the giant Huang Renyong.

Luo Asheng is short, only about 1.6 meters tall, but his muscles are as strong as a lump of iron.

He stayed beside Huang Renyong with his back bent, acting like a perfect wingman.

A spear came from the side, aiming at Huang Renyong's waist and ribs. Luo Asheng used his rattan shield with his right hand to knock the spear off the side. He jumped along the spear and stabbed the attacker to death with a lightning-fast strike of his left hand.

Almost at the same time, someone attacked Huang Renyong from the right. Huang Renyong had no time to dodge and could only kick the attacker, knocking him down.

Luo Asheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He roared and leaped over like a toad, stabbing the native twice. Then he followed Huang Renyong closely and continued to rush forward.

Seeing that the two killers had finally left, the injured native was about to move when three more people came up from behind.

The three of them were relatively thin. The leader was Hu Quan from Pingnan County, Guangxi, and he was followed by two young Zhuang brothers.

These three people only do two things: one is to guard against sneak attacks from behind, and the second is to finish off the enemy.

Whenever they saw a native lying on the ground, they would go up and stab him in the heart, then chop off his head with a short axe and tie it around their waist as proof of their meritorious service.

There were many five-person groups like them on the entire battlefield, and roars in Zhuang, Yao, Jiazhuang and Hakka languages echoed everywhere.

In a short time, at most a quarter of an hour, the natives were completely slaughtered. They retreated deeper into the city through the breach, shouting and yelling.

But the will-o'-the-wisp boys kept chasing them and soon drove them out of the town center.

Outside the city was a dense forest. The last hundred or so remaining native men ran into it desperately, hoping to use the dense forest to stop the evil teenagers from chasing them.

But they were wrong. Most of these bad boys came from Guangxi. They were used to going into the jungle and were not unfamiliar with the rainforest.

Because of better nutrition and training, they can even run faster than the natives in places like the jungle, which are full of obstacles.

As the sun was setting, the officers sounded the drums for assembly. Huang Renyong and his companions, with heads of people hanging around their waists, reluctantly retreated.

But just as they reached the city gate, they heard words that made them extremely angry, "Boss, those Yao people have robbed our house!"

The so-called "our houses" were marked before we rushed into the city, indicating which houses belonged to which people.

Huang Renyong was furious when he heard this. With bloodshot eyes, he rushed over with his brothers like a gust of wind.

It just so happened that several Yao and Han people from Hechi in northwest Guangxi were robbing the indigenous women and food in the area designated by Huang Renyong and his team.

"Catch the mother!" Huang Renyong roared and rushed forward with his brothers.

When a few Hechi guys saw the real boss coming, although they felt a little guilty, they still refused to back down. The two sides immediately started fighting.

Of course, they were still very sensible and only fought with fists and feet, and did not dare to use weapons.

Even someone as strong as Huang Renyong met his opponent. Opposite him was a sturdy man of similar build who had also practiced martial arts since childhood. The fight was a close one.

The fight was so spectacular that many people around were very excited and cheered loudly, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Beep!" A sharp copper whistle sounded, and several military judges wearing white flying saucer helmets ran over, and the two groups of people who were fighting immediately stopped.

The Hechi people were preparing to flee in all directions, but the military judges were already prepared. They surrounded them from all sides and blocked all escape routes.

"Oh no, this is bad!" someone started to make a fuss, while Huang Renyong and others laughed.

These guys are brave in battle, but they also frequently engage in internal fights. You can see several of them after every war, and everyone has become accustomed to it.

(End of this chapter)