The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 51 Can the Ming Dynasty come back?

"Wuwuwu!" Wang Chunfa burst into tears.

"Our ancestors went to Southeast Asia in the third year of the Yongle reign of the Ming Dynasty, and it took them three hundred years to gain any territory. Now that I have lost everything, how can I still live in shame?"

"Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying all this!" Wang Qingfa exploded and shouted angrily.

He had not agreed to let Ziad Ali go in the first place. He should have found a reason to lure him into the city and killed him with a knife.

But his elder brother Wang Chunfa was always hesitant because he was worried about the reaction of his subordinates, and finally caused the tragedy of letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

"Don't forget that we still have Phrayada. With him, the Wang family will eventually recover."

He was angry, but he couldn't change the current situation, so Wang Qingfa could only persuade him in a low voice.

Seeing that the time was right, he looked at his son Wang Yingzhi. Wang Yingzhi's eyes were red and he cried out in pain. He took his uncle Wang Chunfa's arm and walked towards the boat.

Ziad Ali saw it clearly from a high place. He jumped onto a tall rock and roared.

"My brothers, Zhao Meng, who exploited you, is about to escape. He's going to flee with the treasures of several generations of yours. Charge in and don't let those Qinni ships set sail!"

“Allah will bless us!”

Ziad Ali's words immediately ignited the anger of the natives, and they began to attack with roars.

After the blasts of muskets were heard all over the mountains, the natives, waving their swords, rushed into this small port by the thousands or even tens of thousands like a flood.

Due to the shortage of weapons, dozens of Chinese were immediately knocked down by muskets. Although they tried their best to resist, they were eventually cut into several small pieces by the impact and could only fight back desperately.

Even Wang Chunfa was affected. A small group of natives rushed to the dock and quickly dispersed the guards around Wang Chunfa.

Only a small number of the warships docked at the dock have been completed and launched, and even if they are launched, they do not have sails installed, making it difficult to drive them in a short time.

The most dangerous thing is that the paint on these ships has not yet completely dried, making them much more likely to ignite than warships that sail all year round.

Ziad Ali laughed wildly. He seemed to see Wang Chunfa's terrified and trembling expression when he was captured in front of him.

I heard that the third daughter of Lord Zhao Meng is a famous beauty. I will have to enjoy her before killing her.

But suddenly, Ziad Ali, with a smile still on his face, stopped and rubbed his eyes violently.

On the sea in the distance, as if suddenly refreshed, countless tall sails appeared one after another from the end of the sky and the sea.

And it doesn't look like a merchant ship, but more like a warship.

Not long after, people on both sides of the fighting in the port screamed, apparently they had discovered the approaching fleet.

Ziad Ali widened his eyes. The ship leading the way seemed to be a Western warship, as evidenced by its swollen soft sails.

Wang Chunfa was also stunned. Western warships rarely went beyond Johor to reach Southeast Asia, unless they were envoys from Western countries, or treasure ships departing from Manila to transport gold and silver taxes to the Portuguese royal family.

Both sides were extremely concerned about this uninvited guest, and even the intensity of the fight was reduced a lot.

Because such a huge fleet would have to bring so many people, not to mention that the people on the fleet must be regular troops. Whether it is the Wang family or Ziyad Ali, they are all at the level of bandits and will be doomed if they encounter regular troops.

In short, if the red or blue soldiers with muskets from the West came, neither of them could defeat them together.

Ziad Ali frowned and quickly thought about who might come here at this time.

Wang Chunfa was muttering to himself, and he didn't even know what he was expecting.

Finally, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the sea, Wang Chunfa saw in the sparkling waves that there was a 10-foot-long flag standing in front of the leading Western warship. The flag had a red border and a white sun in the middle on a blue background, which was very eye-catching.

Wang Chunfa was so shaken that he almost thought time had gone back hundreds of years. He even pinched his thigh hard before he realized that this was reality. "Ming Dynasty, how could the general flag of the Ming Dynasty appear here?"

His nephew Wang Yingzhi jumped up suddenly. He didn't hear everything clearly, but he heard the word "general".

Since he is the general, who else could it be? Someone from the imperial court, or the government troops!
"The imperial court has come to rescue us. The imperial court has sent heavenly soldiers to rescue us!" Wang Yingzhi shouted and laughed wildly.

It seemed that in an instant, he no longer cared about the natives. If the imperial court could support these scoundrels, there would be no place in Southeast Asia that would not belong to the Tang people.

Wang Chunfa also suddenly reacted. At this time, no matter what flag he hung, he was a Bodhisattva who came to save people from suffering.

"Shout, shout! The imperial court is here to rescue us!"

In an instant, cheers exploded like thunder. Nearly 10,000 Chinese people in the port, regardless of gender, age or status, injured or not, all burst into huge cheers and endless energy at this moment.

The court has come to save us, the cheers of "The court has come to save us" resounded throughout the harbor.

All Chinese people, regardless of gender, fought bravely together and even beat back the natives who had already cut off and surrounded them.

Ziad Ali staggered and almost rolled down from the height. His face was covered in black sweat and his calves began to tremble with fear.

When I think about how the few people from my Great Qingliu group have beaten these natives badly, if they really start to support us with all their strength, who can resist?

For a moment, Ziyad Ali was in a state of panic and almost ordered a retreat.

Fortunately, Raman behind him calmed him down, "Ali, they are not necessarily from the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty does not care much about these Qinni people."

However, just as Raman finished speaking, he saw the huge Western warship, pushed by the strong wind, smoothly drew a semicircle, and then turned its side to face the port.

"Boom!" A deafening roar echoed as nearly twenty six- to eight-pound cannons fired back and forth. The immense recoil even caused the battleship to stagger on the sea.

A large number of shells gushed out in the orange-red flames.

The port of Nakhon Si Thammarat was built at the bottom of a slope, so the inside of the port was low and the outside of the port was high. After being pushed back by the Chinese, the indigenous people were squeezed onto the slope.

As a result, it became the best target for artillery fire. There was no need to correct the shooting trajectory. All the artillery was used to bombard the slope.

It was destined that these Chinese people were not doomed to die. A strong north wind suddenly came in the early morning, allowing the fleet to arrive early.

After a round of shelling was completed and the trajectory was corrected, the battleships Treasure and Red No. 1 arrived and began bombarding again with more than fifty guns.

The lethality this time was much higher than the last time. I don't know if they were scared or what, but many natives gathered together, and there were many cases where seven or eight people were killed by a single artillery shell.

Raman wanted to say something, but Ziad Ali had already run away.

This may be the disadvantage of being educated!
Raman, whose only thought was about his own little piece of land, Nakhon Si Thammarat, could not comprehend what the great empire in the north was like.

But Ziad Ali, who came from an intellectual family and had received a few years of education before falling into poverty, knew what this meant.

When he saw that the warships had begun to lower small boats and soldiers in red battle jackets began to go ashore, Ziyad Ali had already determined that the Qing Dynasty had sent troops. He was so scared that he didn't care about anything else.

When they saw their coach had run away, the natives, who were already a motley crowd, looked at each other for a while, and then scattered among the broken limbs and arms scattered on the ground by the artillery fire.

. . . .

In the slightly dazzling sunlight of the early morning, Wang Chunfa squinted his eyes. He looked at the soldiers wearing red jackets and holding silver swords, and felt that his three views were shattered.

"Could it be possible that Daming can come back?"

(End of this chapter)