The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 627 This is a day belonging to Han and Tang

(This chapter is a bit risky, I replaced Aqi with Archer)
Dong Jinfeng adjusted the phoenix-wing helmet on her head and wiped off the dust on her chest's bright armor.

This kind of Ming Guang armor is slightly different from the Ming Guang armor in history. It borrows the overall plate armor technology from Europe, so that the chest guard and heart guard on the chest are basically integrated into one, which in fact becomes a plate armor.

But in fact, this kind of equipment is not applicable. It is too heavy and not very flexible. It can withstand blunt objects and may withstand long-range lead bullets, but it certainly cannot withstand close shooting and bombs.

In other words, in the current era, all armor is rapidly losing its effectiveness.

Take the current Dayu army as an example. The only ones equipped with armor are the cuirassier cavalry. The whole piece of plate armor can help them resist stray bullets when charging.

At the same time, the Ministry of War also stored tens of thousands of sets of cotton armor, chain mail, etc., which were specifically used to fight against certain areas where cold weapons were still the main weapons.

For example, the Ainu people, the Ahom rebels, and some wild Tatars in Outer Northeast who are still hanging out with Fukangan.

With its usage area so narrow, the importance of armor naturally declined rapidly, and now it has almost become a form of formal wear.

As for formal wear, Ming Guang armor, phoenix-wing helmet, etc., look much more stylish than cotton armor, especially now that the Manchus have used cotton armor on a large scale, which has given the cotton armor a layer of Tartar attributes.

Therefore, the current popular trend in Dayu Dynasty armor is to use high-quality steel to create a set of armor with a cool appearance from the Tang and Song dynasties, such as the one worn by Dong Jinfeng.

"General, there are indeed Arab soldiers in the city. They are trapped on the hill west of the port and have sent people to surrender.

They said they would pay a ransom of one hundred silver dollars for each of them if we would let them go.”

Dong Jinfeng smiled cunningly, "Do they have cash?"

"No, but the leader is very loyal. He is willing to take his men and stay here, and let a few officers go back to the Arab world to raise money."

"Well, I don't agree. It's too far." Dong Jinfeng, who had originally wanted to defraud the ransom first, shook her head and then said to Huang Renyong beside her:
"Take ten field guns and knock these bastards down. I'm going to use their heads to place on the top floor of the Jingguan."

After saying this, Dong Jinfeng grinned and said, "When I was in the northwest, I wanted to do this, but His Majesty disagreed, saying that the 28 provinces on the mainland cannot do this.

Since Sumatra is not one of the twenty-eight provinces, or even within the imperial province, there shouldn't be any problems."

The commander of the army was a Han Chinese, and naturally most of the staff and other officers were also Huang Han. Some of them seemed a little worried.

But it’s not about worrying about the bad impact, but.

"Commander-in-chief, we are Han people for many years. I am afraid that since the late Tang Dynasty, there have been very few such great victories in conquering foreign lands and building Jingguan. We are inexperienced. Don't let the soldiers below fail to do the job well and let the building collapse halfway."

"Yeah, there are hundreds of thousands of heads involved. It's going to take a while for this to work without some experience!"

Dong Jinfeng nodded and sighed heavily, "Since the fall of the Tang Dynasty, China has entered a period of decline. The glory of our ancestors has faded, and after Jiashen, the more than one hundred years of rule by the Eastern Tartars have been even more devastating.

"Now, we have even lost the ability to build Jingguan. When will we be able to restore the glory of the Han and Tang dynasties?"

"Don't worry, General Dong. Haha, I have a nephew who is studying in the Department of Architecture at the Tiangong Academy of the Jiading Imperial College. I have called him and his classmates over."

The one who was limping over and laughing loudly was Wei Da, a man from Xin'an. Because of his lame leg, he couldn't go to the battlefield, so he followed the army to do other work.

The reason why Wei Da is so concerned about this is that his head follows his butt.

Where is it most likely that Huang Han, or even such extreme Huang Han, will appear?
That is the area other than the four core provinces of Jiangnan, Lingnan, Huguang, Sichuan and Shaanxi, and Shanhe.

It’s not that there was no imperial Han ideology among the people in these major provinces, but after they were freed from the slavery of the Qing Dynasty, they did not have many opportunities to face the threat from foreign races.

Now is the upward period of economic recovery, and everyone is busy accumulating wealth for their wives, sons and daughters.

Especially in those provinces where life is relatively better, most people will say a few words and it's okay, but no one will really take it as a career.

But apart from these provinces, other places are the bases of the Huang Han people. At least they highly advocate this system and are willing to put it into practice.

This was because these provinces either had sharp religious and cultural conflicts, or wanted to colonize and occupy other places, or the five newly conquered Eastern provinces had some convert fanaticism.

They have practical interests and spiritual needs to be an emperor.

What? You asked Wei Da, a Yao ethnic group, why he wanted to be a Huang Han?
Of course he would. First, he now considers himself Han Chinese, and also believes that all Zhuang and Yao people are Han Chinese.

A phrase they often say is that their Wei family is the maternal family of Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty, and Emperor Xiaozong is the grandson of the Yao people.

Second, this Huang Han will not hurt Dang Wei Da at all, but will bring him benefits, because Huang Han is aimed at outward expansion, not engaging in ethnic struggles at home.

Their demands, in fact, were that all under heaven was the king's land, all the people in the world were the king's subjects, all the places where the rivers flowed and the sun and the moon shone were the Han's subjects, etc. These were all clichés.

Huang Han's strong desire to expand territory and his plan to kill all the natives in the colonized provinces and leave the future to his descendants are almost completely consistent with Wei Da's interests.

If Wei Da doesn't become an emperor, he would be a fool.

"Hahaha, you, Xin'an Jun, are smart. Let's get started." Dong Jinfeng said with a wave of his hand.

"Order all troops to destroy all temples inside and outside the city. Except for women between the ages of twelve and thirty-two, leave no one alive. Chop off their heads and pile them up like a Jingguan!"

Damn, Wei Da couldn't help but feel numb on his face. There are differences between the emperor and the Han people. General Dangkou, you seem to be a little too cruel!
Of course, the person who was even more troubled was at the back. Wei Da's distant nephew would never have dreamed that he had come to his uncle's house to see the world, feel the beauty of being a noble, and show off to his classmates that he had a very powerful uncle.

Who would have thought that he would be dragged to the battlefield to participate in the construction of Jingguan.

Well, what we learned in the Department of Architecture is to build fortresses with building materials, not to build Jingguan with human heads, ah!
But since they were already here, they didn't have the courage to run away. The fat general who was suppressing bandits was simply a murderous devil. Don't provoke him, or he would turn around and kill you with a knife.

So, a group of students aged sixteen or seventeen were forced to rack their brains and use all the knowledge they had learned in their lives to measure, draw and design, for fear that there would be omissions that would lead to the collapse of the Jingguan.

More than 40 years later, Wei Xiaozhi, who had retired from the position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Communications, wrote a memoir, recalling in detail the event that influenced his life.

'I still remember it to this day. It was a morning. The sun was a bit dazzling. The salty, wet sea breeze with a fishy smell blew on my face. It was warm but a bit nauseating.

But later I realized that the reason I felt like vomiting was because it was not the sea breeze at all, but the bloody wind!
I saw with my own eyes my uncle, a lame imperial noble, pick up a musket and kill a rebellious native with one shot.

Then he ran over at a speed that was very disproportionate to his limp, took out a short-handled axe from his waist, and chopped off the native's head with three axes. Finally, he threw it to me, laughing and shouting: "Wow, it's still a small headman, put this head higher!"

I will never forget that black and fishy smell.

And this was just the beginning. I was almost scared to death on the spot.

Because countless "construction materials" were transported here by soldiers in wheelbarrows, and then dumped on the ground at random, like useless garbage.

The Grand Duke Dong of Shi State, who was a Lieutenant General of the Army at the time, laughed and praised me, "You are a man who can accomplish great things!"

The reason for this was that I was the only one among my classmates who did not vomit. Everyone else vomited, and the worst one even almost vomited out his gallbladder.

We built a total of five Jingguans. In order to complete this task, I was so tired that I could fall asleep by spreading a blanket on the ground full of heads.

At the same time, the sounds of killing in the city never stopped. The soldiers blew up a large number of temples in the city, including the Yala Temple, burned thousands of scriptures, and countless high-ranking monks were dragged out and stabbed to death with bayonets in the blood.

Blood was flowing everywhere, so much so that the river running through the city turned completely red. The soil was soaked with blood, and when you stepped on it, it made a crackling sound and was so slippery that it felt like walking through a winter paddy field.

In a daze, I heard the Grand Duke of Shiguo scolding the Lord of Jingshan (Timor Island), who was the governor of Yamaga at that time.

Because the prince used the magic gun to smash the head of Sultan Archer, the most important head, which was to be placed on the top of the Jingguan, became incomplete and extremely ugly.

Of course, Jingshan Junhou Shanshang Gong explained that it was not the magic gun that broke it, but it was smashed by the indignant soldiers.

Because everyone knows that we are here to avenge the loyal vassal Srivijaya of the Ming Dynasty and the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty treasure ship stationed in Archer, so we kill without mercy.

Finally, in order to make up for this regret, the warriors of the Yangwu Army used cannons to blow down the Arabs in the west of the port, executed them all, and placed their heads at the highest point.

However, just as I was cleaning up the heads of these Arabs, I heard the most miserable cries I had ever heard in my life. Even from a distance, it made people shudder.

Later I learned that the mass graves had already been dug. The soldiers made the prisoners digging the mass graves throw the headless bodies in first, and then drove the prisoners in with bayonets.

All of this was too shocking and horrifying for me, leaving me completely numb and unable to tell whether this was immoral or not.

When I was almost done with my task, my uncle sent me a beautiful Archer girl and about four hundred silver dollars, saying, “This is the reward you deserve.”

I thought that the girl would hate me very much because I might have just piled the heads of her father, brothers, uncles and aunts on the Jingguan with my own hands.

But what was surprising was that she didn't hate me. Instead, she thought that if it weren't for me, she would probably have been beheaded and buried in a memorial.

She regarded me as her savior.

In the days that followed, I felt the gentle service from the opposite sex for the first time. She took care of everything for me, even putting on my shoes did not require me to do it myself. The meals she cooked were much better than the hodgepodge pig food served in the army.

The evening was a great time for us to enjoy ourselves. Even when I recall that tenderness now, it is still filled with sweetness, and the corners of my mouth curl up unconsciously.

Unfortunately, two years later, this girl whom I could never forget died in a hurricane in South Jilin Province and left me forever.

This girl is very important to me, not only because she is my first love, but also because the cultural attitude she represents has profoundly influenced my cognition.

It was then that I realized that not all ethnic groups possessed the Han people's rebellious spirit of "Are there any kings, princes, generals, or ministers of the same race?" and the unyielding spirit of "Even if there are only three households left in Chu, Qin will be destroyed by Chu."

Minister Wei's memoirs were not published at the time. Even if they had been published, they would not have caused much stir in that fanatical colonial era.

However, two hundred years later, in 2030, this memoir was accidentally posted online, causing an uproar. Many people wrote articles criticizing it, and it caused a sensation.

But that's all there is to it, because in 2030, not only the Archer people, but even the name Archer has long disappeared in the long river of time. Without searching on the Internet, many people don't know where Archer used to be.

When the news spread, the descendants of the eighth prince, King Mozhan of Qi, came out to refute it. The authorities of the precarious Confederation Qi government explained that this was because Minister Wei was young and exaggerated everything he saw.

The army did punish the Archer Sultanate, but only killed a few thousand rebels. There was no Archer Massacre.

The culprits who ultimately caused the tragic disappearance of the Archer people were the English. After the Chinese army had completed its punishment and withdrawn, they sent ships from India to take advantage of the situation and massacred the city of Archer.

The English were almost angry to death. They refuted this view one after another, but their voices on the Internet were too small and soon disappeared without a trace.

Naturally, when the next hot news came out, the memoirs of Minister Wei, which had been discussed for nearly a month, quickly lost their popularity.

Just like the countless small splashes of water in the era of fast entertainment, they fell back into the water, causing ripples, but were quickly forgotten by the public.

. . . .

January 1788, 1 AD, was the 21th year of Emperor Guangzhong's reign in the Great China, originally the th day of the th lunar month in the rd year of Emperor Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty.

Dong Jinfeng's army massacred the Sultanate of Acher. The Sultanate of Acher, which had a population of 800,000, must have had more than 100,000 people killed. The exact number is no longer possible to count.

And these 100,000 people are not the elderly, the weak, women and children, but basically young and strong people. In other words, at least half of Archer's young and strong men are gone.

The rest of the captured strong women numbered 60,000 to 70,000. Archer’s foundation was directly eradicated!

After the war, the Nanyang Prime Minister Zheng Miao left Dong Jinfeng as the governor of Sumatra's military and political affairs, and asked him to continue to stay in Sumatra and eliminate the rebels, which was clearly intended to kill them all.

Minangkab Paul Jayaram was walking outside the city of Archer when a cold wind blew and a foul stench hit his face. He suddenly knelt down and vomited violently.

In the distance, bits of sunlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds. The maggots in Jingguan's head felt the warmth of the sunlight and crawled out one after another.

Even huge amounts of quicklime cannot completely suppress these little creatures. Some carnivorous birds are afraid to approach because of the lime and can only watch the meat rot.

But now, when the maggots and the wind had reduced the amount of lime to a minimum, they happily came over to peck at the worms, and occasionally picked up a little bit of meat from the heads that had not yet completely rotted.

Raja Alam of Minangkabau just vomited, but the other indigenous chiefs of Sumatra were so scared that they almost wet their pants.

At this moment, the arranged soldiers frantically beat the gong at the Jingguan, which was more than ten meters high. In an instant, countless birds flapped their wings and filled the sky with black clouds, as if some monsters had come out of the Jingguan.

Under this gloomy sky and in the cold and foul air, this scene was extremely creepy.

"Inspecting Assistant Minister of War, Lieutenant General of the Army, Commander-in-Chief of the Xing Tang Yangwu Army in the Capital Camp, Superintendent of Sumatra's Military Affairs, Taxation, Criminal Law, and other important matters concerning the Han and foreign peoples, General Dong, has arrived!"

Well, there is no Jianxiu system in Dayu now, but the title of Jianxiu is used as an additional title.

The acting assistant minister of the Ministry of War would receive a little more salary and then go to the Ministry of War to do work. Others could only wait outside the door, but Dong Jinfeng could go to the private room inside the house to enjoy a cup of tea and a plate of cakes.

With a loud noise, all the natives knelt down. They were really scared. They knew that Dayu was not only good at colonization slowly, but also could carry out murderous colonization like the Europeans, and was capable of doing even more drastic things.

Looking at the group of natives kowtowing madly on the ground, Dong Jinfeng sneered. It was true that the Diyi people feared power but not virtue. He had been too gentle to them before. His Majesty should have accepted the advice of Lord Chen long ago.

"Sultan Archer is guilty of treason and rebellion. His crime is unforgivable. You must remember this and be careful not to suffer the same fate as him."

The native chiefs were paralyzed with fear and kowtowed one after another. Minangkabau Jayalamu even said that he would hand over his land and people and then go to Tangshan to become a rich man.

Dong Jinfeng waved her hand, "That's not necessary. Starting today, each of your fiefdoms will be designated as a trading ground. From now on, the human trafficking in these areas will be permitted."

All of you chieftain families can be considered Chinese and receive some of the same treatment as Chinese."

Minangkab Paul Jayaram immediately understood that this would give some benefits to those above them, but would bring disaster to those below them.

Allowing human trafficking sounds like it is mutual, but in reality, those being trafficked are definitely the natives.

Otherwise, how could you, a native, dare to buy and sell things from the Chinese in your territory?
You want your whole family to die, right?
And the word buy and sell sounds mild, but in reality it is not mild at all.

Because no one would be willing to be bought and sold as a commodity, there would definitely be a large number of Chinese slave-hunting teams using threats and inducements to force a large number of serfs to sell themselves.

However, Aram Raja sighed. If he disagreed, his head would immediately appear at the highest point of the Jingguan. It was said that General Dong was dissatisfied because Sultan Acher's skull was broken and looked ugly.

Forget it. If I agree to them, at least from now on, my family can be Chinese. After a few generations, they will become authentic Han people.

As for the people below, most of them were slaves originally, so it didn't matter who they served.
While Dong Jinfeng continued to oppress the natives of Sumatra, Mao Xiangsheng had already been appointed as the explorer of Zhanzhou.

The Prime Minister of Nanyang, Zheng Miao, gave him three thousand captives and one hundred serious criminals from Tangshan, and allowed him to recruit two hundred strong men. After he had figured out the route, he would immediately go to Zhanzhou to establish a colony.

As long as he can accomplish these, his rank will be promoted to brigadier general after he returns, officially joining the ranks of generals and achieving a class breakthrough.

(End of this chapter)