The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 50: Raising a tiger will eventually bring trouble

No matter how hard Wang Runzhi and his men tried to rush back, it was too late because Ziad Ali had already made plans and Luokun City was almost taken in one fell swoop.

The biggest reason is that Wang Chunfa, the Lord of Luokun City, was too cruel in exploiting the natives.

Even if there were no religious conflicts, this kind of rule that drains the pond to catch all the fish would not last long.

As the capital of Nakhon Si Thammarat Province, Nakhon Si Thammarat City may sound impressive, but it is just a castle with earthen and stone walls no higher than two meters.

Of the four to five thousand residents in the city, more than half are Chinese, but there is also a certain proportion of natives who do dirty and tiring work and serve as servants.

This time, Ziyad Ali arrived and within just a few hours he had already mobilized the 40,000 to 50,000 indigenous people around Nakhon Si Thammarat who had been oppressed for a long time. There were also insiders in the city who opened the city gates in the early morning.

By the time the Chinese and Buddhist natives in the city reacted, Ziyad Ali had already rushed into the city, and they had hundreds of muskets in their hands, thus doubling their combat effectiveness.

By the time Wang Chunfa was awakened, it was too late. He could only leave dozens of people to defend his Zhaomeng Mansion, and run to the port with his wife, children, gold, silver and treasures.

For a time, the city was in chaos. The natives under Ziyad Ali began to kill and burn people wantonly. Countless Chinese and Buddhist natives who did not have time to escape fell under their knives.

Ziyad Ali stood outside Zhaomeng Mansion holding a long knife, feeling high-spirited but also gritting his teeth in anger.

According to his original plan, he was to concentrate his forces to attack Zhao Meng Mansion, but once he entered the city, he could hardly control his men.

These peasant soldiers recruited from the fields had extremely poor discipline and began to rob and kill people as soon as they entered the city.

Their main target was not Zhaomeng Prefecture, but a Buddhist temple far away from Zhaomeng Prefecture.

Who says that Theravada Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism both like to make money? With those magnificent temples and golden Buddha statues, even a fool would know who to rob.

As for Zhaomeng Mansion, it is as solid as a bunker. One must be very desperate to attack it at this time.

Ziad Ali looked behind him and saw that his most fanatical confidants also showed greedy expressions.

Suddenly, Ziyad Ali knew that he could not defeat Zhaomeng Prefecture. These confidants gained nothing from following him, while the peasant soldiers who were instigated to rob people were not conducive to his winning over the hearts of the people.

But Ziad Ali still refused to give up.

"Each of you go and capture a hundred people. We must capture Zhaomeng Mansion.

Don't worry, all the wealth they rob will be sent to me for fair distribution. I will definitely not let you suffer any loss."

This was half true and half false. It was impossible for Ziyad Ali to take all the looters' property, but the sentence "I will definitely not let you suffer any loss" gave them peace of mind.

. . . .

At half-dawn, Wang Chunfa, escorted by a dozen servants, arrived at the port of Luokun.

The port had already been in chaos. The natives who were forced by him to split the wood were attacking like crazy with swords that they had come from nowhere.

Chinese shipbuilders and sailors gathered together, holding swords and tools and desperately resisting. People were being chopped down everywhere.

Behind Wang Chunfa, the screams of terror grew louder and louder, and countless Chinese people were running away crying, without even their clothes intact.

The little girl, her face covered in blood, struggled to get up. She looked around and saw nothing but running legs, but no sign of her mother.

Not far away, the mother, holding another girl in one hand, was also crying and searching in the opposite direction of the crowd.

‘Poof! ’

She was suddenly knocked over by the panicking crowd, and the girl in her hands slipped out of her hands involuntarily and disappeared among the countless legs in an instant.

Someone tried to reach out and pull the mother up, but she was quickly knocked to the ground.

The crowd was instantly blocked by this pause, and countless people fell down. Some people hardened their hearts and stepped over the fallen people, and soon others followed suit.

Screams and cries of pain resounded throughout the port of Nakhon Si Thammarat.

"Fire, fire!" The cries of fear became louder. The natives who had been prepared began to set fire to the harbor. They knew that these ships were the only means for the Chinese to escape.

Wang Chunfa was in tears, stamping his feet and sobbing uncontrollably.

"This is all my sin, this is all my sin!"

"Master, get on the boat quickly. As long as the mountains are green, there will be no shortage of firewood." Several relatives carried Wang Chunfa and were about to let him get on the boat.

Wang Chun moved his legs, but soon hesitated.

If all the Chinese in Luokun were killed and the stockpiled supplies, especially the warships, were destroyed, what would be the point of Wang Chunfa keeping his life?

Where are the green mountains? There won’t even be a single earthen slope!
He looked up at the huge statue of Mazu on the distant mountain and waved his hand fiercely.

"No, no ...

We have thousands of men in Luokun City. I don't believe we can't defend a port. Runzhi and the others should have realized that this is a decoy and they will be back soon."

At the most critical moment, Wang Chunfa maintained the last dignity of the lord of Zhaomeng City. He ordered people to raise flags and beat drums and gongs to gather the men who were rushing from Luokun City to the port.

Seeing Wang Chunfa standing firmly on the high ground, the crowd that was in the midst of collective collapse gradually began to feel less frightened.

Those who were willing to stay and fight were given a wooden stick or other weapon, while women and children boarded the boat first. Wang Chunfa did not stop those who wanted to escape among the women.

The Chinese now had a backbone and began to fight back desperately at the port. They usually ate better than the natives, were taller, and much stronger.

Moreover, they went to Southeast Asia in groups of fellow villagers, so their organization level was naturally higher.

Therefore, even though most people only had calf shorts and wooden sticks in their hands, they quickly beat the natives back.

But at this moment, bursts of screams came from the city. It turned out that the indigenous thugs had captured the Buddhist temple in the city. After looting, they set fire to the temple.

Wang Chunfa and more than a thousand Chinese people around him looked pale. Countless people thought of their houses in the city and the large amount of property they had not taken away.

The women and children on the boat were also crying miserably, and almost everyone noticed that their loved ones were missing.

. . . .

In Zhaomeng Mansion, Ziyad Ali's face looked even worse. He gathered thousands of people to attack Zhaomeng Mansion which was guarded by only dozens of people, but he could not get in. The Qini people inside put up a very fierce resistance.

The people Wang Chunfa left behind were all elite servants who were very skilled in combat. In addition, the castle was sturdy and the passages were narrow, so it would be impossible to rush in in a short time unless there were cannons.

"Go to the port and leave two hundred people here to watch over the Zhaomeng Mansion. We'll deal with them when we come back."

Ziad Ali glared at Zhao Mengfu fiercely and led his men towards the port.

At this time, under the leadership of Wang Chunfa, the Chinese had driven more than a thousand natives out of most parts of the port.

But everyone's brows were furrowed, because they knew that these port coolies were not the main force behind the unrest.

Sure enough, just when everyone was anxiously trying to hold on, the sound of war drums began to sound.

Everyone looked up and saw a group of natives, holding sharp swords and a large number of muskets.

"The armory, the armory is lost, their weapons were taken from the armory." Someone exclaimed.

This time, the situation was reversed again. The natives who only had a few broken swords and the natives who had a large number of sophisticated swords, guns and muskets were completely not on the same level as the opponents.

Wang Chunfa's face also showed obvious fear. After his passion subsided, the thought that it was better to live a miserable life than to die began to occupy his mind again.

"Brother, most of the women and children are already on board. You should take Yingzhi and the others with you. We must leave some bloodline for our Wang family."

Wang Chunfa's cousin Wang Qingfa whispered, gritting his teeth, knowing that in this situation, only if Wang Chunfa left could the Wang family retain its last bit of vitality.

(End of this chapter)