The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 52 The Pleasure of Imperialism

This battle went so smoothly that even Mo Zibu felt a little dazed.

He seemed to have found the pleasure that European imperialism would experience a hundred years later in Southeast Asia and even East Asia.

There is no need to make careful arrangements. Just park the warships across the harbor, bombard the harbor with artillery fire, then lower the small boats and let the infantry land on the beach.

The natives of Luokun fled so quickly that before Mo Zibu even got off the boat, he could only see the smoke and dust from their escape.

This is really unreasonable!

Mo Zibu was very dissatisfied. He glanced at the bearded Wu Wenyong beside him. To catch these indigenous monkeys, of course the stronger Annan monkeys would be the best.

"Wu Wenyong, I'll give you one hundred elite soldiers from Jinshan Hall and Qilian Hall, plus your three hundred men. Give them a relentless pursuit and make sure you catch the bandit leader!"

"Understood, sir!" Wu Wenyong raised his hand and immediately led hundreds of people to chase after them, shouting and yelling.

Hearing the heavy breathing and eager expressions coming from behind them, French officer Jean Pierre and a group of Japanese people in Hoi An could no longer wait and simply gave orders to give chase.

After arranging the order of attack, Mo Zibu, under the protection of Pei Shichun and his sister, and surrounded by civil servants such as Wu Shiying and Mo Guanghai, waited until the Lucky was completely docked at the pier before landing.

Wang Chunfa was wearing a thin pair of pajamas and shivering in the cold morning sea breeze.

Looking at Mo Zibu, whose face was almost covered with the title of "Mo Deng, the Imperially Bestowed General of Leizhou Town of the Ming Dynasty," he naturally knew who was coming.

Hexian Mo family.

Miserable!

When Wang Chunfa received the letter from Songkhla Wu Rang sent to Ha Tien asking the Ha Tien Mo family to seek justice for him, he thought Wu Rang was crazy.

Because even if there was no powerful Teochew group in Siam, how could Ou Tianci, a man from western Guangdong, get involved in such matters?

But the fact is, not only did they come, but they could also be said to have saved the Wang family's life.

And at this time, Wang Chunfa no longer had any ability to resist. What to say and what to do was all up to other people's decisions.

Wang Chunfa was about to kneel down while trembling, and he shouted, "Wang Chunfa, greetings to Master Mo Wu."

It's about playing the victim and using the miserable situation to shut other people up. Mo Zibu is very familiar with this.

In his later life, he had seen too many Lin Daiyu on the bus and Ma Chao in the square dance competition.

Mo Zibu stretched out his hand and supported Wang Chunfa before he could kneel down.

Then, he naturally squeezed Wang Yingzhi who was beside Wang Chunfa and immediately pushed him away. He pinched Wang Chunfa in his hands and said in a relatively standard Chaozhou dialect:
"Uncle Wang, I am an elder. How dare I accept your generous gift? Come with me and see how the warriors of Kunlun Mountain Hall avenge my uncle."

. . . .

The natives did not collapse quickly. After Ziad Ali ran for a few hundred meters, his lungs began to bellow due to lack of oxygen and he had to stop. However, reason overcame his fear of the northern empire.

He drew his knife and killed any natives who dared to retreat. In the end, he managed to gather another seven or eight thousand people at the west gate of Luokun.

They occupied the city gate, and the musketeers could hide behind the city wall and shoot slowly. By the time the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall caught up with them, they had already formed their battle formation.

Li Xianwen sneered. He had seen many rioters of this level. Even their Li family evolved from such rioters.

He knew that those musketeers, with only their heads exposed behind stones behind the earth wall, looked difficult to deal with, but in fact they had no fighting power at all.

Because they are cowardly and afraid of being attacked.

Moreover, with the hand-to-hand combatants in front and the musketeers in the back, this battle is simply impossible to fight. By the time the hand-to-hand combatants are defeated, the musketeers will most likely not have the courage to stand there and fire and then reload.

So he waved his hand, and several musketeers from the mountain hall came forward one after another, and started firing with a burst of muskets.

Suddenly, a large number of natives who were still standing there waiting for their musketeers to fire fell down in a disorderly manner.

Who can stand being beaten like this?

Ziyad Ali finally realized that all his musketeers had run behind the city wall to hide, with only a few heads showing. How could he fight them?

He roared in rage, immediately ordering his musketeers to fire. But just as Li Xianwen had guessed, after hearing Ziad Ali's order, the musketeers looked at each other, hesitating and unwilling to act.

Are you kidding me? That's a line of execution! Without joining the army and being beaten and kicked by a bunch of devilish scumbag officers for a few years to develop a conditioned reflex, few people would have the courage to come up and do it directly.

Ziyad Ali was so angry that his nose was crooked. He was ready to go to the back and order these musketeers to come forward quickly.

Amidst the rising smoke, Li Xianwen rode on one of the few war horses in the mountain hall. When he saw a man who looked like the leader walking backwards, he immediately seized the opportunity.

"The enemy general is retreating, attack with all your forces!"

On this side, Ziyad Ali had just taken a few steps when he heard heavy footsteps and the sound of drums charging from the opposite side.

He was debating whether to go back and command immediately, but the natives who had been shot four or five times saw that their commander had run away, so they decided to go back and fight!

With a roar, there were seven or eight thousand people!
In just that instant, everyone dispersed in unison.

Ziad Ali was in tears. He felt that he had not even demonstrated his full potential and the team had fallen apart.

Even he himself was buffeted by the violent waves of people. Only under the protection of a dozen or so confidants did he stumble and fall with the crowd into Luokun City.

Within an hour or two, the situation was completely reversed. Previously, the natives suddenly rushed into the city and the Chinese fled in panic. Now, the Chinese launched a fierce attack and nearly 10,000 natives collapsed directly.

The origins of Kunlun Mountain Hall’s soldiers are very complex, including bandits, mountain bandits, pirates, European scum, and Japanese who have lost their country.

However, no matter how complicated their origins are, they are all ruthless people. Therefore, in this kind of pursuit battle, they are much better than the natives who were robbing everywhere just now.

The natives seemed to be chasing and killing people, but they were more focused on how to rob property, and they didn't kill many people.

But the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall were not like that, because Mo Zibu had formulated very strict rules, including how to determine merit and how to distribute spoils, each of which was detailed and reasonable.

Who told me, Mo Dalongtou, to have a profound family background in learning? My uncle Chen Dasheng asked Chen Chengshan, the commander of the Red Coat and Silver Sword Battalion, to bring him a new book on Jixiao, which was annotated by my maternal grandfather Chen Shangchuan himself. Mo Zibu almost tore it to pieces with it.

This is the result of Grandpa Qi's hard work. On Mo Zibu's side, there are three people who are relatively knowledgeable about military affairs, Li Xianwen, Ou Long, and Chen Chengshan. After all, the ancestors of these three people were all officers, so there is a legacy.

With their assistance and generous teaching, combined with the scattered military knowledge that Mo Zibu had acquired before his time travel, he was able to start acting as a commander in chief.

Especially logistics supply and personnel organization are Mo Zibu's strengths. Back then, he also managed dozens of the most cunning and deceitful West African black guys.

A soldier in a red coat and wearing a silver sword chopped a native to the ground with two strikes. The native screamed, and a handful of silver cakes he had robbed fell to the ground with a clatter.

But the soldier in the red coat and the silver sword did not dare to pick it up because there was a special loot collector behind him.

During the last battle of Rong City, a pirate from Li Xianwen's army hid a gold bar in the valley. It was eventually found and directly hung on the mast to be dried into salted fish. He cried and wailed for three days before dying.

It was Li Xianwen who did it himself, and it is still hanging on the bow of the Red No. 4 ship and has not been taken down yet.

An Annan volunteer blocked two natives. The natives were so scared that they knelt on the ground and begged with tears on their faces. One of them took out a fist-sized golden Buddha from his clothes and offered it to them.

The Annan rebels suddenly widened their eyes and reached out their hands, but they were surprised by a roar beside them.

"Don't kill everyone!"

According to the laws of the Annan rebel army incorporated into the Qilian Hall, if one person in a group of ten secretly hides the spoils, the entire group will be punished.

Such a big golden Buddha is enough to send their entire team to the mast.

What's more, these Annan volunteers eat well and sleep well here with Mozibu. They have brown rice with salted fish and bacon every day. Although the golden Buddha is tempting, one share for ten people is not enough for them to live a life without worries about food and clothing. It is really not worth it.

Huo Chang snatched the golden Buddha away, and several Annan volunteers stabbed the native to death.

Just then, a military judge with a red cloth tied on his head ran by, and the fire chief hurriedly went up to present the golden Buddha.

The military judge laughed approvingly and said, "You guys have captured quite a bit of loot. After the battle, we'll count it and give you a bigger share of the profits."

This is also the rule. When a large amount of spoils is captured, soldiers can often get a bigger share.

(End of this chapter)