The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 66 Loyalty, unspeakable loyalty
On the top of the Kangar city wall, if Sultan Muhammad Jewasa II had not been by his side, Ye Fengchang would have almost jumped up.

From where he stood, he could clearly see the Chinese troops charging the natives, as easily as using a hot spatula to scoop out lard.

About three hundred people easily defeated nearly two thousand people.

Ye Fengchang, a Xiamen native from Tongan, felt for the first time that the identity of being Chinese was so useful.

With these strong fighting compatriots around, he believed that in five years at most, he would be able to become a more influential figure in the Sultanate of Kedah than Sultan Muhammad Jewasa II.

"Adula and my warriors are still here. As long as they launch an attack, the battle will turn out well!"

The frightened Sultan Muhammad Jiwasha II began to chant in despair, placing all his hopes on Prince Adullah and more than 200 Sultan's warriors who were leaving the city.

Ye Fengchang also suppressed his excitement and continued to observe nervously.

After all, among these more than 200 Sudanese warriors, there are 200 self-fired muskets, which can greatly make up for the lack of military force.

But Prince Adullah, who was highly expected by everyone, suddenly became very nervous.

Because he already knew that both sides' troops had been defeated, he believed that before long, the Qinni people who were chasing the troops on both sides would turn around and attack him.

Prince Adula even had the urge to return to the city, but in front of everyone, he really couldn't allow himself to appear so incompetent, so he had to bite the bullet and move forward.

"Prince, let's line up here!" Adjutant Maju reminded in a low voice. In fact, these warriors had not fought a war for a long time.

A few years ago, when the Acehnese came to attack, they were blocked by militia at the Glass Port. The two sides fought for a few days. When the Acehnese saw them coming with hundreds of flintlock rifles, they immediately and wisely chose to retreat.

And it was not actually the Sultanate of Aceh attacking the Sultanate of Kedah, but a fight between fishermen from both sides over fishing.

None of the Sultan of Aceh's warriors showed up, so it couldn't be considered a battle at all.

But today, looking at the scene, it's going to be a head-on collision!

When Prince Adullah heard his 'experienced' adjutant's request to form a battle array, he immediately agreed.

Chen Guangyao couldn't help but chuckle, "Good fellow, we're only five or six hundred meters away, and you're already forming a battle line. Are you so cowardly?"
"Guangzu, let's scare them. Hurry up and draw your bows and arrows and shoot them hard." Chen Guangyao immediately made arrangements and ordered his cousin Chen Guangzu to take out the bow and arrow.

What can I say now? The accuracy of smoothbore guns is not as bad as people in later generations thought. Most of the ballistics are indeed unpredictable, but those are common products from factories. Some smoothbore guns carefully made by skilled craftsmen still have very good accuracy.

Even if it is a common product, as long as the user is a very experienced veteran with a certain degree of talent, he can become a sharpshooter after practicing hundreds or thousands of times.

However, such conditions are certainly not available to the indigenous people of Southeast Asia.

So even though the warriors of the Sultanate of Kedah had more than 200 flintlock rifles in their hands, these guns were usually locked in the Sultan's treasury.

The so-called warriors' practice with flintlock rifles was only a pitiful five shots in a month.

With this level of training, their accuracy and range are definitely not as good as those of elite archers.

Does Chen Guangyao have any elite archers around him?
Have!
Among the fifty or sixty people behind him, at least ten were quite elite archers.

These people are either descendants of Chen Shangchuan's former personal soldiers.

Either they are descendants of the Guanning soldiers under Wu Sangui, or the elite troops of the Chuang Army and the Dashi Army who went to Southeast Asia after the Three Feudatories Rebellion was on the verge of failure.

It is not uncommon for such a family background to pass down some archery skills and leave behind a few fine copper-framed, iron-backed bows.

Chen Guangyao personally led the way, together with Pei Shichun and Pei Daxiong, and rushed forward with the Chen family's elite soldiers wearing red battle jackets.

As they ran, they deliberately shouted and screamed, pretending to attack with all their might. Chen Guangzu and the other nine also quickly advanced. After counting their steps, he estimated that he had reached about a hundred steps and then stopped immediately.

Led by him, nine people pulled the bows inherited from their ancestors and shot arrows at the Sultan's warriors like meteors.

If it happened on the mainland, once the enemy's cotton armor was penetrated, it would be hard to say how much damage this kind of heavy arrow shot from a stone bow from a hundred steps away would cause, and it might not necessarily hit the enemy.

But this was in Southeast Asia, and the Sudanese warriors had no armor at all, and they had little experience, so they foolishly formed a horizontal formation early on.

As these waves of thirty or so arrows came down, the Sultan's warriors began to scream, and seven or eight of them fell down, causing the army formation to shake.

Adjutant Maju's heartbeat suddenly accelerated when he heard the screams. He knew that he should order the warriors to march forward in unison to the opposite side so as to shoot, but he was afraid that if they moved, the formation would be broken up.

Fortunately, the other side seemed to have stopped shooting, giving the adjutant a chance to catch his breath.

But suddenly, the enemy troops on the opposite side shouted at the same time and rushed over violently. They also raised all kinds of weapons in their hands high, as if they were going to rush in front of them in the next second.

Adjutant Maju felt as if breathing had become difficult, his hands and feet became tight, and his lower abdomen where the bladder was located began to swell and ache slowly.

But he still had a string in his heart, knowing that he couldn't open fire too early, otherwise he would not hit anyone.

But he could control his own hands, but he could not control the hands of the other Sultan warriors. Just now, Chen Guangzu and others rubbed their sore arms and shot the last two waves of arrows.

Arrows were falling from the sky, threatening his life at any moment. The tough guys on the opposite side were running towards him, shouting and screaming. The arrows were about to hit his face, and the Sultan warrior, who was about to pee, could not hold it in any longer.

In extreme panic, he pulled the trigger, and an inconspicuous spark came out of the wiper. With a bang, a flash of fire appeared, and smoke suddenly rose.

He opened fire!

The Sudanese warriors were already very nervous and were almost on the verge of opening fire. When they heard someone opening fire, they could no longer hold back and opened fire one after another.

My goodness, this flintlock rifle formation requires unified command and relies on instantaneous and coordinated firepower to inflict maximum damage to the enemy.

However, the firing of these Sudanese warriors was not even slightly unified. It took nearly 20 seconds for all 230 muskets to finish firing.

As for Chen Guangyao, his tactic was to lure the opponent into opening fire first, and then rush in and kill as many people as possible.

Therefore, when he heard the first gunshot about seventy or eighty steps away, he immediately stopped and squatted down.

Seventy or eighty steps is about one hundred and twenty meters. At this distance, the smoothbore rifle has little killing power. Chen Guangyao and others were very clever and squatted down. The Sudanese warriors fired from the front and back, so no one was shot at all.

When the gunfire stopped, it was time to charge. While the Sultan's warriors were completely blinded by the smoke rising from the flintlock rifles, Chen Guangyao and Pei Shichun rushed forward first.

About thirty meters away, before they emerged from the smoke, a wave of hatchets and small hammers were thrown over, directly opening a gap in the formation of the Sudanese warriors.

Then fifty or sixty people followed the gap and sneaked into the group of three hundred warriors. They stabbed and chopped with swords and clubs, making the Sultan's warriors scream in pain.

The warriors who were still reloading quickly threw away their flintlock rifles, drew the daggers at their waists and fought back desperately.

On the top of the city wall, Ye Fengchang knew that the situation was safe, and he quickly bowed to the Sultan, whose face was pale.

"Your Highness, the situation is critical. Please allow me to bring people to support the prince."

What a loyal minister! Sultan Muhammad Jiwasha II was deeply moved and immediately agreed to let Ye Fengchang go to assist in the resistance.

He hurried to the palace with the help of several guards. There were one or two hundred servants and guards in the palace, so he could still make do with some of them after being armed.

(End of this chapter)