The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 65: Are there still grenadiers? (First order, please support)

Ye Fengchang was still a little worried.

After all, there were only about 300 Chinese people outside, and they were leisurely and not in a hurry. As a result, the natives actually gathered nearly 2,000 people in more than an hour.

Add to that the two or three hundred warriors of the Sultan in Kangar City, and the consequences of this fight would be unpredictable!

You should know that the Sultan's warriors were equipped with the new type of Spanish spontaneous-fire muskets, which was the guarantee of the establishment of the Kedah Sultanate. It was only a few years ago that they repelled the attack of hundreds of people from the Aceh Sultanate.

"Hahahaha, this Sultan's subjects are coming so fast!"

Sultan Muhammad Jewasa II was no longer weak in the knees. He looked at the 2,000-strong "loyalist army" coming from the upper and lower reaches of the Glass River, that is, from the left and right sides of Kangar City, and he was immediately overjoyed and his confidence increased greatly.

"Father, please let me lead the warriors in the city to fight!" Prince Adula was also very excited. In his mind, he began to imagine that he would kill the invading Qinni people, and then his father would hand over the 20,000 fleeing tribesmen to him, and then he would occupy the tin mine of the Qinni people next to him.

As for that incomparably beautiful half-sister Roxana, such a pretty flower should naturally stay at home so that he can admire her more and hear her nightingale-like singing all the time, but she cannot get married.

Sultan Muhammad Jiwasha II waved his hand happily, signaling his son Abdullah to go down and command the battle immediately.

But as soon as Adula walked down the city wall and had not yet led the warriors out of the city, the people who had gathered on the city wall to watch the battle immediately cried out in surprise.

It turned out that Chen Xu and Wang Wubing had already taken action. The one hundred and thirty people were like tigers out of a cage. They didn't care about the formation and rushed forward with swords, spears and spears in their hands.

Thousands of laborers and fishermen coming from the left were still laughing and playing. The village chief who was in charge of organizing them could still scold them with a stern face at first, but later he could not help but chat loudly with each other.

Although these villages are close to each other, they generally do not visit each other frequently.

There are more than a thousand young men in this scene. Even the weddings and funerals of the village heads are never so lively.

People are always easily deceived by the collective atmosphere, just like these thousand natives. When they looked around, they saw that all they saw were courageous young men from the surrounding area, and those who led them forward were also the leading figures in the surrounding area.

When there are so many people around, it is easy for them to enter a state of inexplicable confidence.

They didn't think any enemy could defeat them, so let alone military appearance and discipline, they didn't even have a formation.

Laughing and scolding were considered restrained, and some people even teased and chased each other.

As for those who have grudges against each other, it is common to see them glaring at each other and then starting to curse and spit.

On the other hand, in Kunlun Mountain Hall, the Xianyou pirate Chen Xu was a ruthless character who dared to climb over the wall and kill bullies in the middle of the night when he was only twelve years old.

All the brothers under his command are relatives of the Chen family from Xianyou. They have experienced the nine-month siege of Rong City together. It is no exaggeration to say that they are veterans of hundreds of battles.

Wang Wubing comes from a family with a profound knowledge of military affairs, and Mo Zibu believes that he still needs to grow because he has not experienced a major battle with a regular army. He has not even experienced the kind of battle that Mo Zibu fought with the Beizheng army outside the city of Rong City. He only has rich experience in public security warfare, so he still needs to grow.

But this thing in front of him is a security war! It happens to be Wang Wubing's strong point.

Chen Xu and Wang Wubing rushed to the front without using muskets, because they wanted to disperse these civilians. The muskets had great killing power but were slow, and the impact was far less strong than that of cold weapons.

"Javelin!" Chen Xu shouted, and the Chen brothers immediately raised the short javelins in their hands, and then took advantage of their speed to throw them out.

A short javelin is of little use when fighting against elite troops in a large formation, but it is a powerful weapon when fighting against a mob.

A village chief was cursing and forbidding the young men in his village to escape.

Because they were in the front, the civilians behind them were still having a lively conversation, but some of them were frightened by the hundreds of "murderers" rushing towards them.

But just after he cursed a few times, a short javelin flew towards the village chief. The village chief was caught off guard and was stabbed in the abdomen with a bang. He screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch!" The village chief screamed loudly. Perhaps the rapid secretion of adrenaline temporarily concealed the severe pain.

Therefore, although the village chief was scared to death, he did not feel how seriously injured he was. He groaned softly and actually grabbed the short spear that almost pierced his abdomen and pulled it out.

Wave!
Kuji!

The javelin's rapid withdrawal caused a massive hole to appear in his stomach. Air, driven by atmospheric pressure, rushed in frantically, and combined with the weight of his internal organs, instantly forced a section of his large intestine out of the hole. Along with the large intestine, countless colorful objects mixed with blood and water also emerged.

"Ugh!"

“Gee!”

The few young men who were closest to the place couldn't bear it anymore and started bending over and vomiting violently.

But their nightmare had just begun. At this moment, dozens of short javelins flew towards them like raindrops.

The village chief had just pulled out the first one when he was hit by two more.

This time, even adrenaline couldn't save him. Intense pain suddenly rushed from the wound to his brain. He let out a shrill scream and twitched on the ground, and soon he was breathing in less and out more.

However, Ding Zhuang, who was bending over and vomiting, was lucky. He did not suffer as much pain as the village chief. Instead, he was directly stabbed in the neck by a short javelin, and the aorta was pierced instantly. He lost consciousness in ten or twenty seconds, ending his pain.

At least twenty people were hit by this wave of javelins. If they were not killed, they would be seriously injured when such powerful and heavy things flew over. Moreover, the Chen brothers threw not one but three waves.

This is the secret weapon used by the Chinese from Fujian and Guangdong to gain a foothold in Southeast Asia.

During the Tây Sơn Uprising in Annam, Li Jiting, a native of Huizhou, formed an alliance with the Tây Sơn Nguyen brothers. He selected tall Chinese from Fujian and Guangdong, stripped them to the waist, wrapped red headbands around their heads, and equipped them with broadswords and javelins.

Whenever the Northern Zheng army came to attack, Li Jiting's troops would shout and yell wildly and rush to be the first. They would throw out three waves of javelins in an instant and then rush forward to chop fiercely. They would repeatedly defeat the larger force with a smaller one and make the Northern Zheng army howl in pain.

Brother Chen Xu was also proficient in this style of fighting. The three waves of javelins were fast and fierce, causing heavy casualties to the natives. The front team quickly collapsed and ran to the back crying.

But it’s not over yet, because Wang Wubing and others came up.

The wailing natives in the front row charged back at their own team. Their terrified expressions and the blood on their faces instantly caused panic among the natives behind them, and they huddled together on the path beside the river.

Most people wanted to run away first, but there were also some brave ones who pushed and shoved desperately to go forward and see what was going on, but ended up causing even greater chaos.

At this time, Wang Wubing commanded the Wang family's grenadiers to move forward.

It really is a grenadier!
A black pottery jar the size of a grapefruit was tightly packed with yellow mud, leaving only a fuse. The jar was filled with a large amount of gunpowder, broken porcelain pieces, etc.

This kind of primitive grenade is not uncommon in Southeast Asia. There is an arsenal in Hexian that specializes in producing this thing.

But the power was not very great. After all, the quality of gunpowder in the hands of the Chinese in Southeast Asia at that time was just that.

A grenade the size of a grapefruit might kill one person unless the opponent holds it in his hand and watches it explode. Otherwise, it is a dream to expect to cause large-scale casualties with it.

Therefore, its greatest use is actually intimidation, using the terrifying sound of explosions and flying ceramic pieces to scare the enemy into unconsciousness.

And now is the best time to use it!
The violent explosion frightened the natives so much that their calves cramped, and the flying ceramic fragments cut their skin. Blood spurted all over their bodies, making the natives unaware of how badly they were injured.

In this dense crowd, panic instantly spread to the largest, farthest, and fastest extent.

Countless natives threw away their weapons and fled in all directions like termites whose nest had been destroyed.

The rest was easy. Chen Xu and Wang Wubing each led half of the men, rushed into the crowd and killed indiscriminately. In just a quarter of an hour, they had dispersed the natives who were still gathered together.

Although only less than a hundred of the more than a thousand indigenous people died, the country was completely collapsed.

The situation was similar with Wu Wenyong. Although we later contemptuously called them Annan monkeys, that was relative to the Republic.

In Southeast Asia, these Annan monkeys are the dominant species.

They had extensive experience in beating up the jungle natives of various ethnic groups in Southeast Asia. They were ruthless and quick in their attacks, and in an instant they killed and injured hundreds of the natives on the right side.

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