The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 55 Filial piety, be filial to me!

"Dragon Head, the Wang family has a head servant who is quite talented and a good general."

The chaos finally subsided and the pursuit ended. Li Xianwen returned to the city with a large army, Wang family servants, and some other Luokun Chaozhou people who had rushed back after hearing the news.

However, the first thing Li Xianwen did when he arrived was not to report the battle situation, but to quickly point to a bald man and remind Mo Zibu that he had discovered a talent.

“The Wang family’s retainers, the three hundred who returned, are quite capable. Whether they were going to suppress the rioters at the Ali Tianfang Temple or cooperating with me after returning, they all had the spirit of a battle formation.

I also heard that the dozens of people who protected Zhaomeng Mansion and prevented the rioters from breaking in were also trained by this person."

The person Li Xianwen strongly recommended was naturally Wang Wubing, a captain of the Wang family's household.

Mo Zibu took a look and nodded slightly. Li Xianwen had traveled all over the country, fought against the Green Camp, the navy, and pirates. He was one of the people who knew the most about military affairs.

Since he recommended it so much, he must be a capable person. I have to find an opportunity to get him from the Wang family.

While the two were talking, Wang Chunfa's eldest son Wang Runzhi walked over quickly. Even when he was more than ten meters away, he suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed loudly.

Mo Zibu was shocked and quickly stepped forward to support Wang Runzhi, "Brother Shi, please don't do this. We are equals, how can I accept your kowtow!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Runzhi was very stubborn and insisted on kowtowed three times to Mo Zibu, saying with gratitude: "Although we are of the same generation, the Fifth Young Master is my great benefactor!

If the Fifth Young Master had not arrived, my parents, wife, children, and more than 40 people in my family would have certainly not been spared.

This is a favor as great as the heavens and the seas; a few kowtows are nothing compared to it."

Mo Zibu felt a little relieved. Although Wang Runzhi's ability was average, he was actually much more sincere and grateful than his father Wang Chunfa.

With someone like this around, it will be much easier to talk to Luo Kun in the future.

"We are both Tang'er, and we both followed our fathers to guard a region. Today you save me, and tomorrow I save you. This is the norm from now on. Don't take it too seriously.

Now that my brother has returned, these rebellious dogs are all servants of the royal family. I would like to ask for your advice on how to deal with them."

"No!" Wang Runzhi waved his hand firmly. "These people are the Fifth Young Master's captives. How to deal with them is up to the Fifth Young Master!"

Seeing Wang Runzhi's resolute attitude, Mo Zibu realized that he really needed this power, so he immediately stopped refusing. He stepped forward and said loudly in front of everyone:
"The rioters are committing crimes against their superiors, and their crimes are unforgivable! There is nothing to say. Those who injure others will pay for their crimes, those who kill others will be put to death, and those who rape and plunder will be punished double the amount!"

"That's exactly right!" The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall shouted in unison.

The Luokun Han people were stunned for a moment, then all shouted in unison.

The captured natives began to tremble, and many of them even cried out loud, sounding like ghosts crying.

The next step is easy. Many indigenous people kill people in public and cannot deny it.

Nakhon Si Thammarat is not a big place, and the Chinese and the indigenous people often meet each other, so they basically know each other, and there is no possibility of anyone slipping through the net.

So in just a short while, more than two hundred natives were pulled out of the crowd and beaten to death with clubs outside the west gate of Luokun. Then the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall went over one by one and chopped off their heads like meat.

For a moment, screams and cries echoed throughout Luokun City.

"Longtou, this bastard ruined my sister and almost killed her with a hemp rope. Please, Longtou, help me!"

A man rushed over and shouted curses at a dodging native among the group of captives.

Wow! Mo Zibu was impressed.

You guys have only been in the city for a little over two hours, and you've been fighting with the Chinese all the time. In this situation, you still have time to think about dirty things. Even Teddy is not as hungry as you.

Mo Zibu tilted his head, and the new thug Wu Wenyong stepped forward and pulled the native out. Then four Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers grabbed his hands and feet and pulled down his pants.

The offending native was so frightened that he collapsed. He twisted and roared wildly, with snot and tears running down his face.

Wu Wenyong walked over without mercy, dragging a sledgehammer used to hit stones. This sledgehammer cannot be used as a weapon, but it is terrifying when used for execution!
With a "hi" sound, Wu Wenyong hit the native's vitals with a hammer.

"Ah!" An extremely high-pitched, inhuman scream reached the sky, making people's ears numb.

A bloody mess!
Hiss! All the men present, even Mo Zibu, collectively gasped and squeezed their buttocks together, their backs tingling.

Those natives who had also committed the crime of adultery were basically so scared that they collapsed to the ground, and some of them even had their stools and urine flowing.

Not long after, another twenty or so idiots who were dominated by their lower bodies were found, and all of them were executed by the egg crusher Wu Wenyong.

They will not die immediately, but will howl miserably in excruciating pain for several hours to several days, and then die miserably.

Ziad Ali was at the front of the crowd. He had completely lost the high spirits he had held a few days ago. He had begged for death several times but to no avail, and was on the verge of collapse. When Mo Zibu approached him, Ziad Ali sobbed and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

Mo Zibu dragged the guy out and brought him before Wang Chunfa. "Uncle, this is your traitor. You must punish him."

He said that Wang Chunfa should be punished, but Mo Zibu did not give him any room for choice and directly handed Wang Chunfa an axe with minced meat on it.

Wang Chunfa looked at Mo Zibu, his hands twitched unnaturally, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The Wang family is not a newcomer to Southeast Asia. They have been in Southeast Asia for hundreds of years and have taken root in Nakhon Si Alam for decades.

Wang Chunfa has been trained in sufficient political skills and intrigues, and is also a flexible character.

That is why, after the old Chaozhou faction gradually declined, he wanted to go out and join Zheng Xin, a clever plan to escape and then borrow troops to fight back.

But Wang Chunfa had never been exposed to fighting and killing since he was born. He ordered his servants to teach disobedient natives a lesson, but he never commanded them personally, let alone killed anyone.

The moment he mustered up the courage to raise the flag at the port a few days ago was the peak of his courage and the most cruel situation he had ever witnessed in his life.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Chunfa took several deep breaths and finally mustered up the courage to take the axe. He held it with both hands and looked at Ziad Ali who kept kowtowing on the ground, but he couldn't chop it down.

Killing people, or rather killing people with cold weapons, actually requires a lot of courage for most people if they do it for the first time.

If you don't believe it, let alone killing someone, even if it's a big fish or a big goose, most people have to prepare themselves mentally before they can do it for the first time.

Mo Zibu had seen a man who was learning to kill a pig for the first time before. He stabbed the pig five or six times randomly but didn't dare to stab it hard in the vital parts. The pig was fine, but he was shaking all over and screaming until he was almost exhausted.

This is what happened to Wang Chunfa. Under the pressure of all the Chinese people's gazes, he hesitated for a minute or two before he mustered up the courage to chop down with the axe. Unfortunately, his eyes were still closed.

It's off! Mo Zibu curled his lips.

The axe brushed past Ziad Ali's ear, cutting off half of it, and then the axe landed heavily on his shoulder, but it didn't even sink in.

Ziad Ali felt the pain and got up to run, but was suddenly grabbed by Chen Guangyao.

Wang Chunfa heard the shrill screams and smelled the stench of Ziad Ali's feces and urine. He trembled all over and the axe fell to the ground. He no longer had the strength to pick it up.

"Alas!" All the Chaozhou people couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

Mo Zibu bent down, picked up the axe, walked slowly to Ziad Ali, and then signaled Chen Guangyao to let him up.

The force on his back suddenly loosened, and Ziad Ali screamed, got up and tried to run.

Mo Zibu sneered, and after he had run a few steps, he strode forward and chopped his left foot with an axe.

Ziad Ali let out a terrifying scream, his entire left foot was almost cut off, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Zibu was injured and raised his axe, one axe, one axe, and another axe!

Each time he didn't hit the vital parts, he only aimed at the hands and feet, and almost chopped off everything that could be chopped.

Gradually, Ziad Ali's screams of pain turned into crying and illogical shouting.

Mo Zibu stopped at this moment and handed the axe to Wang Runzhi, "Brother Shi, now it's your turn. You must chop this thief into a pulp."

Wang Runzhi glanced at Mo Zibu, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and walked forward, also raising the axe with both hands, again and again, although he didn't turn Mo Zibu into meat paste, it was almost there.

After a while, Wang Runzhi, covered in pieces of flesh, came back with Mo Zibu.

Wang Chunfa collapsed on the ground, looking at his eldest son, whose temperament was completely unfamiliar to him, and nodded hard.

"My son, you will be the one who makes the decision about Luo Kun from now on. I will go to Wangge to live out my old age!"

Wang Runzhi did not refuse and nodded slightly woodenly. This was the best ending.

Even if he didn't answer, his father would not be able to control Luo Kun. However, he did not retreat, but said lightly:

"The Burmese are about to invade. Siam is in danger of collapse. Mong Kok might be affected. Ha Tien is rich and safe. Father should go to Ha Tien."

As expected, those who understand do not need to be taught. Mo Zibu laughed heartily.

"My men, chop off the heads of all those who deserve to die, and build a Jingguan for me outside the west gate. Those who don't deserve the death penalty will all be made serfs!"

"Understood!" A thunderous response came. No matter whether they were soldiers from Kunlun Mountain Hall or Han people from Luokun, including Wang Runzhi, they all agreed!

(End of this chapter)