The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 58: Severe Punishment for Rebellious Soldiers
Wu Rang came, and he came very quickly. It only took him a day and a half to run from Songkhla to Nakhon Si Thammarat.

According to Chen Guangyao's grinning narration, Wu had his boatmen break several oars along the way, and the centipede boat was running faster than the crocodiles on the beach.

The day Wu Rang arrived was the Lunar New Year. The sadness of more than 20 days ago had faded from Luokun City and it began to become somewhat cheerful.

Mo Zibu was looking at Wu Rang who had just gotten off the boat.

Wu Rang was also looking at Mo Zibu.

Mo Zibu was wearing a Taoist robe and a square scarf on his head, looking like an ordinary Confucian scholar from the Ming Dynasty.

Although there were ferocious and ruthless people like Chen Xu and Wu Wenyong standing behind him, he himself did not appear to be aggressive.

Wu Rang was a tall and thin man, with a build not much different from Mo Zibu's, but he was much thinner and darker, and his eyes were bright and lively.

Most people might not think anything of Mo Zibu at first glance, but Wu Rang was different. This guy was very superstitious about physiognomy when he was in his hometown. He always believed that extraordinary people must have extraordinary appearances.

He felt that Mo Zibu was just such a person.

One of them was still wearing a Taoist robe and a high bun in Nanyang. He was obviously a desperate criminal who could kill people, but he chose to dress like a weak scholar.

The troops under his command come from such a complex background that they can even form two mahjong tables, but he can manage them.

In Wu Rang's view, this is the sign of an extraordinary person.

So, when the two were about twenty steps apart, Wu Rang suddenly stood up straight, then pushed the golden mountain and overturned the jade pillar, knelt on one knee with a bang, and raised his fists above his head.

"Wu Arang from Yunxiao Hall has come to apologize to the Fifth Young Master."

The characteristics of the Chinese in Southeast Asia at this time were somewhat similar to what was later jokingly called "bulk Jiangsu", where the place name could be as small as possible.

Yunxiao Hall is Yunxiao County of Zhangzhou City in later generations. If Wu Rang was not afraid that Mo Zibu didn't know the place, he wouldn't even mind dividing it into villages.

Mo Zibu did not immediately go to pull Wu Rang up, because when the truth gradually surfaced, this guy was far more ruthless than Mo Zibu had imagined.

At first, Mo Zibu and Wang Chunfa all thought that Wu Rang wrote to Ou Tianci because he was really bullied to the point of having no other choice.

But judging from the evidence Mo Zibu has now, this is not the case at all, or it only accounts for a very small part.

Wu Rang's biggest intention in writing to Ou Tianci was actually to use Ou Tianci to endorse him.

The real meaning of the letter was, you see, I, Wu Rang, am innocent. I was bullied by the Wang family to the point that I had to seek help from the Mo family from western Guangdong, which shows how excessive the Wang family is.

Since we have been bullied to this extent, I acquiesced to the Sultan of Pattani sending weapons to the Wang family rebels, and even secretly encouraged them to divert the Wang family's misfortune to themselves.

It was really out of necessity, so it can be forgiven.

Look, is there a fuel-efficient lamp?

In history, Wu Rang actually used this reason to greatly reduce the anger of his fellow villagers in Chaozhou.

Even the kings of the Chakri Dynasty after Taksin Hoa were quite nice to Wu Rang, an outsider from the Hokkien language family.

But for Mo Zibu, who was treated as a background board, this feeling was not so pleasant.

So, after Wu Rang knelt on one knee and made an act of apology, Mo Zibu took a few breaths before pulling Wu Rang up from the ground.

"Since Brother Wu is here, let's talk later. Let's just sit at the dock for a while. I'll take care of some things, and then we'll come back to have a drink with Brother Wu and Brother Wang Shi."

Well, Wu Rang is more than a generation older than Mo Zibu, and he also called himself his younger brother when writing to Mo Tianci, but this time, Mo Zibu directly lowered his generation.

After arranging Wu Rang and Wang Runzhi to sit at the dock, Mo Zibu began today's big show.

Just below the high platform where Wang Runzhi and others were sitting, flags were fluttering, and all 1,486 of Mo Zibu's troops were in line.

Mo Zibu rolled up the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, and his whole demeanor changed. He walked back and forth a few steps, then chose a place in the middle of the crowd and stood still.

"Since the founding of our Kunlun Mountain Hall, I, the leader, have told everyone that this Kunlun Mountain Hall is not here to seek wealth and honor for me, Mo Zibu, alone.

Instead, I want to give it to the good men who are willing to follow me, so that we can build a peaceful country with industry and marry beautiful wives.

I, Mo Zibu, am not building a pirate den, but working with all my brothers to build a foundation.

Such a foundation cannot be built by stealing, fighting, or quarreling. There must be rules!

Therefore, Laozi formulated military laws and regulations to let everyone change their habits of stealing and robbing and strictly discipline themselves.

But some people just turn a deaf ear to what I say.”

Mo Zibu glanced to his left as he saw dozens of bound men, their faces ashen, being brought forward. When the first man's gag, bound with red cloth, was untied, he immediately began to kowtow to Mo Zibu.

"Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle! I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to redeem myself and make meritorious contributions."

Mo Zibu looked at him fiercely, "You beast! I have repeatedly warned you not to steal spoils on the battlefield or keep them for yourself.

The soldiers below can obey the rules, but you, as a military judge, actually broke the law knowing it!"

The man who cried and begged for mercy was named Mo Zhengfang. It was a nice name, and he was the military judge selected by Mo Zibu, but he dared to embezzle a small golden Buddha on the battlefield. He was so bold.

"Fifth uncle, please spare my life!" Mo Zhengfang almost collapsed to the ground when he saw Mo Zibu signaling Wu Wenyong to bring the execution instrument - the sledgehammer that had smashed the roots of dozens of indigenous people.

Mo Zibu took the sledgehammer in his own hands, looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes reddened. He said to Wu Wenyong:

"Twist his jaw off. I don't want to hear him call me Fifth Uncle anymore."

Wu Wenyong took the order and stepped forward, pinched Mo Zhengfang's chin, pulled and twisted it, and with a click, Mo Zhengfang's jaw was dislocated.

In the distance, Ou Long, who brought Mo Zhengfang here, burst into tears and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Longtou, please show some mercy. Zhengfang is your grandson within the fifth generation of mourning."

"Huh!" Mo Zibu let out a long sigh, "If I show mercy today and you show mercy tomorrow, how can we form an army?

Stop talking, military law is ruthless. If you, Ou Long, dare to commit a crime, I will execute you too!"

Then, Mo Zibu took one last look at Mo Zhengfang and raised the sledgehammer in his hand high.

"I hope that when you reach the underworld, you'll have the nerve to face Zheng Yan, who died heroically in Rong City!"

Then, amid everyone's screams of fear, Mo Zibu raised the sledgehammer and smashed it down on the head!
With a bang, Mo Zhengfang suddenly shrank three inches, and red and white things splattered all over the ground.

The second-ranked person was so scared that he peed his pants. He sobbed and kowtowed wildly.

Mo Zibu walked forward dragging the bloodstained sledgehammer. Before taking action, he looked back at Li Xianwen beside him.

This military judge was a close confidant of Li Xianwen. It was said that his ancestors were relatives and personal soldiers of Liu Tichun.

Li Xianwen stood straight and slowly turned his body and face to the other direction.

"Your ancestor was an unyielding Han man. The Tartars surrounded him on a mountain thousands of feet high in Kuidong, where he ate tree bark and grass roots, slept in caves and cliffs, and refused to yield even when attacked by swords.

Stop kowtowing and save some face for your ancestors!"

"Dragon Head, can you let me scratch his face?" Yuan Kaidao, the fourth-generation grandson of Yuan Zongde, said with a bow from a distance.

Mo Zibu nodded. According to what some people said at that time, if his face was scratched, his ancestors would not be able to recognize him.

Yuan Kaidao walked up and slashed the military judge's face with a dagger.

A shrill scream rang out, and Li Xianwen trembled all over with heartache, but he never made a sound.

When Yuan Kaidao finished his strokes, Mo Zibu suddenly turned around and smashed it with a hammer, like cracking a watermelon.

The third one was even more of a heavyweight. This white Frenchman actually left the team without permission during the pursuit, dragged a lone Chinese girl into a corner in the city and raped her.

In the end, he even wanted to kill the witness to silence her, but was caught on the spot by a military judge.

"Go to hell, you scumbag! Your body is only fit to feed crocodiles!"

Mo Zibu didn't say much. He had someone hold down his hands and smash them into minced meat, then his legs, then his waist, and finally his head.

It took more than ten hammer blows to kill the garbage, which made the little girl's parents tremble all over.

The fourth one, or should not be called the fourth team, was three Japanese people. They hid several large pieces of silver in a private house, but were reported.

Mo Zibu was a little tired and was not ready to take action, so he signaled Wu Shixiu, who was in charge of military law, to step forward.

Wu Shixiu immediately opened the military law book and gave his opinion on the trial - hang from the mast.

The three Japanese had already collapsed on the ground, almost being dragged away like dead dogs. The scorching sun and sea breeze of the South China Sea would surely dry them out perfectly.

The death penalty is complete, and the rest are just some minor matters such as cowardice and stealing. Those who deserve to be beaten will be beaten, and those who deserve to be put in solitary confinement will be put in solitary confinement.

Wu Shixiu tried them one by one. For a while, the sound of beatings and cries of begging for mercy were endless.

(End of this chapter)