The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 53 Specialization in the art industry

The total number of the scattered natives was about 10,000, while the Kunlun Mountain Hall had only about 1,000 soldiers. After all, some people had to be left to protect Mo Zibu.

When pursuing an enemy that is ten times your size, it is definitely impossible to achieve perfection.

But the officers of Kunlun Mountain Hall were very experienced. They commanded their soldiers to drive the enemy in the same direction, so that they only had to chase the largest group and there was no need to worry about the personnel being dispersed.

In panic, after chasing for more than ten miles, the natives saw that they could not shake off the pursuers, so they gathered on a small hill and had another head-on confrontation with the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall.

The result was even worse. The natives had lost their muskets and less than half of them had weapons. After hundreds of them were killed, they had no choice but to turn around and run again.

This kind of constant entanglement and pursuit is actually very common in cold weapon warfare, especially when both sides are almost a mob, or both sides are elite soldiers.

Although the natives could not be considered elite soldiers, they were numerous, while the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall were on the road to progressing from a mob to elite soldiers, so the difference in level between the two sides could barely be considered big.

Finally, the natives ran to a village that usually belonged to them. There were dozens of earthen houses built here. This was also the retreat route reserved by Ziad Ali.

One was to distribute the supplies here after the looting, and the other was to guard against the return of Wang Runzhi and others who had been lured away from the mountain. Unexpectedly, this would have some effect.

The soldiers from Kunlun Mountain Hall who were pursuing them also had a hard time running. The army of about a thousand people was spread out for seven or eight miles.

Seeing this situation, Li Xianwen wisely did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, he immediately asked the officers to gather and count the number of people, and the cooks to quickly boil water and cook.

The elite troops who were still able to move were arranged to set up outposts in all directions to monitor the actions of the natives in the village.

In the village, Ziad Ali quickly made a fire and cooked, and even gave a pretentious speech.

Seeing that not many people paid attention to him, he immediately pulled out a few imams who had not yet escaped from the army, and led everyone in praying and chanting scriptures. Only then did the morale of the people recover a little.

The two sides recovered for about an hour, and the natives actually began to take the initiative to attack to the sound of war drums. The remaining three to four thousand people formed a fairly neat formation. Most of them were Ziyad Ali's confidants brought from the Ali Tianfang Temple. They looked quite interesting.

But the bearded Wu Wenyong immediately ran excitedly to the temporary commander Li Xianwen and said, "Master Zhong, the bandit leader must be escaping. He is the one who sent these people to their deaths."

As a natural war maniac who joined the rebel army at the age of twelve or thirteen, Wu Wenyong immediately saw through Ziad Ali's tricks.

Li Xianwen raised his eyebrows in surprise. Great minds think alike. This Annan man is quite capable. No wonder Longtou wanted to take him away from outside the city of Rong City.

"I'll give you three hundred men. Go hunt down the bandit leader now and make sure you capture him!"

"Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? I can just lead the fifty men of my own unit!"

Ziyad Ali did run away quietly. The land of Central and Southern China is so big that he could hide in any sultanate and live a life of ease and comfort with his ability.

So when he saw that the attack on Luo Kun had failed, he immediately chose to abandon the main force and ran away with only a dozen followers.

But suddenly, a very ominous feeling enveloped his heart, and a sense of vigilance that he could not get rid of grew in his heart.

Ziyad Ali gritted his teeth and ran into the deep mountains and dense forests. Since these soldiers came from the northern empire, I will go into the dense forests in the south and see how you can catch up with me.

Hehe! Wu Wenyong sneered, and dozens of rebel soldiers from the dense forests of Annan followed him.

They moved freely in the dense forest, as if they had returned home. They even deliberately stepped on dead branches to make noises and stir up the morale of Ziad Ali and others.

A quarter of an hour later, Ziad Ali could no longer run and stopped by a stream, panting heavily.

Behind him, screams continued to be heard. Those were the screams of his trusted confidants who were being killed one by one.

An Annan rebel grabbed a vine and, using the branches as cover, quickly leaped onto the branches around Ziad Ali, aiming the blowpipe in his mouth at him.

Another Annan rebel army galloped down the mossy slope as if it were flat ground, cutting off Ziad Ali's retreat. What a joke! The Annanese, a mixed Han-Baiyue people of the Great Southern Kingdom, who call themselves "Little China," have been constantly subjugating tropical natives in this dense forest for hundreds of years.

In the jungle, they really have some tricks up their sleeves.

Wu Wenyong walked forward leisurely, but his eyes began to shine. If he captured the leader of the thieves and returned to the leader, he would definitely be rewarded.

He walked up and skillfully dislocated Ziad Ali's hands and knocked his jaw out of socket. He put a rope around his neck and led him away like a mule or a horse.

. . . .

The situation in Luokun City was indeed a bit miserable. Mo Zibu supported Wang Chunfa as he walked from the port to the city. It seemed like he was supporting him, but in fact he was there to let him see the tragic situation with his own eyes.

Wang Chunfa completely collapsed. From the port to Nakhon Si Thammarat, the road was littered with the bodies of Chinese people.

There were men and women, young and old, some died in battle, some were trampled to death by their own people, and some were killed by the natives. A preliminary look showed that there were no less than four hundred people.

These are all living people!
The sons of the Wang family in Lok Sum all shed tears secretly. There are not many Chinese in Lok Sum, and they are all Chaozhou people.

Many of them are from the same hometown up and down Huanggang Creek in Raoping, and almost everyone has some distant kinship with them.

"Uncle, why did it have to be like this! If you had something to do, you should have come and said hello instead of resorting to such a bad idea!" Looking at the devastation all over the city, Mo Zibu said with some heartache.

Wang Chunfa looked at Mo Zibu and knew what he was talking about. Now that he had failed to divert the trouble to the east, he had instead caused a backflow that destroyed the Dragon King Temple. He was too embarrassed to argue and could only say miserably with his old lips trembling:

"The Fifth Young Master is from western Guangdong. I am a native of Chaozhou, so how dare I bother you?"

Mo Zibu was waiting for these words. Seeing the weeping Luokun people and the Wang family servants gathering around, Mo Zibu stood up straight and said loudly:

"Uncle, you are so wrong! What about western Guangdong? What about Chaozhou people? What about Zhangzhou people and Quanzhou people? Does it mean that if we are labeled with these names, we are no longer Tang people, no longer Han people?
This Central and Southern China area is full of malaria and epidemics, and survival is extremely difficult. Our ancestors started moving south since the Song Dynasty. Didn’t they rely on mutual support?
When eunuch Sanbao went south, was he only there to protect his fellow countrymen in Nanzhili?
This place is thousands of miles away from our homeland. Everywhere we look are foreigners with ill intentions and Western barbarians who are eyeing us covetously. If we Chinese do not have a united mind and work together, will we still have a place to stand in the future?

For example, today, I saved the Chaozhou people of Nakhon Si Thammarat, and tomorrow I, Ha Tien, am in trouble. Can you still sit back and do nothing?"

"Of course not. The Fifth Young Master saved me today, and I will repay you in the future, even in the face of danger and fire!"

I don’t know what they are thinking, but in this situation, everyone naturally wants to speak out big words.

"Well said, if we all act like this, then everyone in Southeast Asia will feel at ease. Today you save me, tomorrow I save you, and only then can our family business be stable.

I, Mo Zibu, swear here today that if anyone in Nanyang is in trouble, whether they are Cantonese, Fuzhou, Zhangzhou, Quanzhou, Chaozhou, Qiongya, or Hakka, as long as they bring a message, I will go to them rain or shine and I will never break my promise!

"Fifth Young Master Gao Yi!"

"Fifth Young Master is kind and righteous!"

When the Chaozhou people below heard what Mo Zibu said, they immediately burst into loud praise.

They also began to feel that Tang'er's Han Chinese identity seemed to be much more useful than simply being a Chaozhou person.

In the past, Wang Chunfa would have scoffed at Mo Zibu's words, but reality taught him a lesson. He ignored the objections of his nephews and brothers and insisted on bending over to give Mo Zibu a big gift.

Mo Zibu stood tall and accepted it calmly. This was what he deserved for saving thousands of lives.

And this is just the beginning. Starting from Luo Kun, he wants to promote this brand.

(End of this chapter)