The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 67: A Telepathic Connection

Ye Fengchang certainly did not come to help Prince Adula. He brought about thirty of his fellow villagers to cause trouble.

On the battlefield, the Sudanese warriors were rushed to the front, and the muskets that had been fired once became useless. The only weapon they could rely on was the not-so-long Malay dagger.

This thing can't be compared with the short-handled axe, the Changtai sword, or even the goose-feather sword at all.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the Sudanese warriors suffered heavy casualties and were forced to retreat.

Prince Adullah's words were loud and clear, but when it came to risking his life, he had no courage at all. Before he showed any signs of defeat, he turned around and ran towards the city.

Now that he had run away, the other warriors were no longer willing to hold on. Except for twenty or thirty brave warriors loyal to the Sultan who were still resisting, the others all ran away one after another.

However, in this case, how could these warriors possibly withstand the red-coat and silver-sword soldiers led by Chen Guangyao and Pei Shichun, so they were quickly killed.

The Sultan's warriors fled all the way, shouting and yelling at the auxiliary soldiers guarding the city gate to open it.

But at this moment, a small part of the "loyalist army" that was killed and scattered on both sides also ran over in panic.

Suddenly, at least six or seven hundred people gathered together at the not-so-wide Kangar City Gate.

Ye Fengchang appeared at the most appropriate time as if assisted by God, and he saw Prince Adullah.

The prince was trapped in the crowd, but was about to escape.

Ye Fengchang immediately started yelling, not to rescue Prince Adula, but to rush out of the city with his fellow villagers, shouting in his dialect:

"Don't retreat, move forward together to defeat the enemy."

As a result, some people wanted to turn around and hold on after hearing Ye Fengchang's words, while some people were still in extreme fear and wanted to escape.

As a result, the two groups headed in opposite directions, the chaos became even worse, and there was even a stampede. For a while, no one could escape back to the city.

Taking advantage of this obstruction, Chen Guangyao and others rushed over. Faced with this chaos, the Chen family's red-coat and silver-sword soldiers wisely put away short weapons such as waist knives and instead took out a large number of long spears.

No skills are required, just line up and stab to death.

Blood flowed like a river, and in the chaos, Prince Adullah was dazed and pushed to the side of the crowd.

Ye Fengchang's eyes lit up. He looked at the stumbling Prince Adula and shouted with all his strength:
"Your Highness, come this way! Your Highness, come this way!"

The first sentence was shouted in the local dialect, and the second sentence was shouted in Cantonese.

Chen Guangyao was overjoyed and pointed to the figure of Prince Adullah in the distance to remind Brother Pei.

'Hey!'

Brother Pei picked up the javelin, took two sprints, and exhaled, just like the day when he first met Chen Guangyao and stabbed the tiger to death with the javelin.

The javelin drew a perfect parabola in the air and hit Prince Adula's back.

Prince Adula was nailed to the ground without even a scream, and the javelin pierced his heart accurately from the back.

Killed instantly!

In the chaos, everything seemed to have quieted down. Ye Fengchang and Chen Guangyao looked at each other, and everything was tacitly understood without words.

Ye Fengchang burst into tears, so naturally, and cried out with all his might: "The prince is dead, run!"

His crying was so miserable that if someone didn't know better, they would think he was Prince Adula's biological father.

"The prince is dead, run!" After Ye Fengchang burst into tears, his relatives and fellow villagers also began to cry together.

The natives who were huddled together were terrified when they heard this, and no one dared to resist anymore. The blocked city gate was finally unblocked, and they all rushed into the city.

. . . . .

"Sultan, you are making it very difficult for me!"

In the palace, Ye Fengchang was still very humble, but his words were not so nice.

"Your Highness, I've said it before, those guys are from western Guangdong, and they don't have much in common with me, a Xiamen native.

Just now, I fought with them to save Prince Adula. Now you want me to go out and ask for peace. I might never come back."

When the old Sultan, who was already in his fifties, heard Ye Fengchang mention his son Adullah, he burst into tears again.

In such a small sultanate with only tens of thousands of people, the power struggle is naturally not as fierce as that in the royal families of Siam and Annan. The old sultan still likes his son very much.

But crying aside, the matter still needed to be resolved. However, no matter how the old sultan tried to persuade him, Ye Fengchang refused to budge, as if he was afraid that he would be executed by the people from western Guangdong outside the city if he went out to negotiate.

After a few tugs of war, the old Sultan could no longer bear it because the crying and shouting outside the city was getting louder and louder.

The only remaining palace guard reported that the Qinni people who had entered the city were already demolishing residents' houses to make ladders that could reach the top of the city walls.

By the time the ladder was completed, these dozens of guards would not be able to defend the palace.

There was no other way. Sultan Muhammad Jiwasha II could only look at his trusted butler and ask him to go to the back to summon the old Sultan's beloved and the trump card to deal with Ye Fengchang.

As expected, when Princess Roxana rushed out from behind the old sultan with a fragrant breeze and the sound of jingling jewelry, Ye Fengchang was completely overwhelmed. He stared at the beautiful Princess Roxana with her big, twinkling eyes that seemed to emit electricity, as if his soul had left him.

The princess also knows what is good for her. What is her identity? She is a princess! And she is a very beautiful princess.

If the palace was broken into, the old Sultan would at most be stabbed once, but she would be tortured by hundreds of pirates for days and nights.

Rather than having such an ending, it would be better to marry the Qinni man in front of me. At least this Qinni man is good-looking and capable.

"Ye, I know this is risky, but we really have no other choice. You are the only one Shanna can rely on." As she said that, the princess took the initiative to pull Ye Fengchang's hand.

"As long as you complete your mission and come back, father will definitely agree with us."

Ye Fengchang's eyes were intoxicated, and he put on a look of lust. After a few deep breaths, he pulled up the princess's white and tender little hand and took a big bite of it, then walked out of the room without looking back.

However, when Ye Fengchang stepped through the door, the excited look on his face completely disappeared. Several of his brothers crowded around Ye Fengchang, trying their best to suppress their joy and said:

"Congratulations, brother! If you marry Princess Roxana, we can save a lot of taxes every year."

"Superficial!" Ye Fengchang chuckled, "If I marry Roxana, I'll be a member of the royal family, and all the tin mines upstream and downstream of the Glass River will belong to us.

We only have a few hundred or so fellow villagers in Kedah now, which is too few. Once stability is achieved, you can go back to Tongan and tell your fellow villagers that I am the king in Nanyang and trick them into coming here.

If we can attract 10,000 or 20,000 fellow countrymen within a year, we will have the final say in this country in ten years."

"Yes!" Another cousin laughed excitedly and said, "I heard that the leader of Kunlun Mountain Hall, Lord Mo Wu, is a benevolent and righteous lord like Liu Xuande, and he has the Five Tiger Generals to assist him.

My brother is the fan of Kunlun Mountain Hall and the Sultan's son-in-law. In Kedah, who can compare with our Foling Ye family? It's not a lie to say that he is the king."

. . . .

Five days later, Ye Fengchang met Mo Zibu. More than 10,000 indigenous men came with Ye Fengchang.

The Sultanate of Kedah suffered a great loss this time. Not only did it have to return nearly 20,000 of Ziad Ali's former subordinates, but it also had to conscript a large number of men to help Mozibu transport supplies.

Of course, the most tragic thing was the death of the eldest son Adullah in battle.

Sultan Muhammad Jewasa II has more daughters than sons, so Abdullah is almost the most suitable candidate. The second son is only seventeen years old this year, and it seems that he will never be a match for the smart and capable Ye Fengchang in front of him.

Upon seeing Mo Zibu, Ye Fengchang immediately prostrated himself on the ground. "I am Ye Fengchang, the fan-bearing master of the mountain hall, and I pay my respects to Lord Rende, the dragon head. This time, I have brought 11,000 men to help Lord Rende transport his supplies."

"Get up quickly!" Mo Zibu quickly pulled Ye Fengchang up.

"Ye Zhishan has worked hard on this journey. I will definitely give you a generous gift at the wedding."

Ye Fengchang was also overjoyed. "Although the Sultanate of Kedah is a small country, it is not poor. Their family has ruled for thousands of years. That old man wanted to hide something, but he didn't know that we had found out everything about his family property."

Mo Zibu and Yuan Kaidao and others behind him burst into laughter when they heard this. Sultan Muhammad Jiwasha II still wanted to pretend to be poor, but he had already been sold out by Ye Fengchang.

Mo Zibu extorted more than 50,000 taels of silver from the old Sultan, including gold and silver objects, pearls and jade, which just emptied about 65% of the Sultan's treasury. This was the bottom line that the old Sultan could accept without destroying everything together.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is not much meaning for Mozibu to kill the Sultan of Kedah now.

What he wanted was for Port Bolivia to be his retreat after going to Myanmar, and by the way, to support Ye Fengchang and let this guy slowly control the Sultanate of Kedah from within.

After all, the Sultanate of Kedah has 110,000 people, and it is not known whether there are more than 1,500 Chinese. Killing Sultan Muhammad Jewasa II now will only benefit others. It is better to keep this favor and give it to Ye Fengchang.

Ye Fengchang certainly understood that this time Mo Zibu could be said to have let Sultan Muhammad Jiwasha II off lightly because of his face.

Therefore, not only did he make the fan very skillfully, he also arranged everything else.

"Construction of Boli Port has begun. I've asked my cousin Shunchang to take charge. There are already over 800 young women cleaning and washing for the army. Duke Rende can rest assured."

The young woman who sweeps and cooks as mentioned by Ye Fengchang is just a nice term. In fact, she is mainly used to solve the physiological problems of the soldiers under Mo Zibu.

The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall are not good people. Mo Zibu suppressed them with harsh punishments a few days ago, which solidified the image of Khorne as an unyielding and ruthless leader in their minds.

But this alone cannot completely win their favor. Things will turn against each other when they reach their extremes. If you suppress them too harshly, it is possible that some ruthless guy will shoot you in the back on the battlefield.

Therefore, the military judges that Mo Zibu promoted first were all from the Mo family and Li Xianwen, because for this position, problems were bound to arise with such a makeshift team.

Letting one's own people serve as military judges can, firstly, show closeness and promotion, and secondly, there will be much less trouble after killing.

If Mo Zibu killed people from the Wei family, Hui'an Mingxiang, or even people from his maternal grandfather's Chen family at Luokun Port, there would be chaos. However, the Mo family and the Li family would be much better off.

Therefore, at this point, he could no longer strictly control this newly formed gang, which had a slightly higher level of military discipline than the pirates, but had to let them have some benefits.

Since ancient times, the sweet things that soldiers have enjoyed are nothing more than money and sex, or in other words, all the enjoyments that humans have enjoyed throughout history cannot escape this.

But Mo Zibu really couldn't make the decision to directly condone their rape and looting, and that would destroy the army's military discipline and law at the root, unless Mo Zibu only intended to use them as pirates.

So, using the excuse of sweeping and cooking, he asked the Sultan of Kedah to send some young women, and gave them some money. Finally, he controlled the soldiers and didn't let them do anything too outrageous. This was the limit of what Mo Zibu could do.

Is this civilized? Not civilized.

But as for whether it is uncivilized or not, it is the best choice for all parties involved.

(End of this chapter)