The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 676 You guys are hurting me (real)
Vultures circled and wolves howled.

The horse-drawn cart was laden with corpses strewn all over the place, attracting vultures circling in the sky. And on both sides of the cart, the killing was still going on.

But now it is not the disciples who are being killed, but the Kazakh traitors and the traitors from Hami and Turpan.

Groups of rebels were divided into small groups and gathered on the roadside, and Borot Khan's men were brought in for identification. Every time a core rebel was found, he was stabbed to death on the spot. No one knew better than Borot Khan who were the traitors of the Great Juz.

As time went by, killing began to become boring.

Originally, some people tortured people in various ways, but later the soldiers became numb to killing. They would simply stab the people in the chest or abdomen with their bayonets, then throw them to the side of the road and wait for them to bleed out before being pulled away on carts.

Almost all the people were killed, and Li Xianwen also rushed over from Dihua. On the one hand, he had to organize a cleanup, because Luo Siju only brought a few thousand people to pursue, and many scattered rebels along the way were not cleared out in time.

On the other hand, although the disciples were blocked in Tianshan this time and at least more than 10,000 people were killed, there were still more than 60,000 people left. What should they do? Should they continue to kill them all?

"Your Majesty, I don't think there is any need to continue killing." Surprisingly, the first person who stood up and denied continuing the killing was Mao Xiangxin, who had the title of God of Killing and killed more than a hundred rebels alone under the city of Xining.

"Your Majesty, I have been in the Junggar for five years, and my only feeling is that there are too few people who can understand Chinese, and as for true Chinese people, there are even fewer.

Although the Han people we brought with us can marry and have children locally, they will inevitably be influenced by their significant other after living there for a long time.

Being far away from the Central Plains is very dangerous, as it will make the next generation feel less connected to the country and the court."

Another reason why Mao Xiangxin did well was that he was studious and had long since gotten rid of the label of illiterate. He could be considered an educated person among the senior officers of the Northwest Army.

"These disciples who escaped are actually religious Han Chinese. Once they take off their little white hats, they are not much different from us.

In the Central Plains, these people were nothing, but now in Zhunbu, they have adapted to the local climate and soil, and they are a very valuable resource.”

Li Xianwen certainly understood how valuable a Han Chinese who had adapted to the local climate and soil was in the Junggar tribe. He was just a little worried.

"Among the disciples in the northwest, those who could be reformed have already stayed in Hexi and Longyou and become citizens of Dayu.

There are some rebellious ones among the thirty-six surnames of Huiliang, and those who followed Qi Shouyi are quite stubborn. Can they still be used? "

"Yes!" Mao Xiangxin made a very confident definition, "Because the most stubborn among them have died, and the remaining 60,000 people were abandoned by them during the retreat.

Most of these people are women and children, and a small number of young and strong people also want to protect their families and are unwilling to continue working for Qi Shouyi and others.

These people have been abandoned time and time again. No matter how devout they are, they should have some remorse. And even if they don't repent, we don't treat them as our own people.

I suggest that we select young and strong men and have them convert to the White Lotus Sect, detain their wives and children and stay in the Junggar tribe, and let them follow us to fight against the Hui tribe.

Those without male offspring were all given Han wives, and children under ten were also assigned, while those over ten were raised in the royal palace.

Li Xianwen nodded and looked at Liang Kexing on his left, the eldest son of Liang Wenying, the Governor-General of the Two Souths (Guangnan and Rinnan).

Liang Wenying was a major general under Li Xianwen in the past. He married Li Xianwen's only sister, so Liang Kexing was Li Xianwen's blood nephew.

Liang Kexing nodded to his uncle, the king, and said, "I agree with Mao Zhenshou's opinion. The warriors in the army are like swords. Besides being constantly sharpened, they must also be used sparingly.

Killing too many people will eventually lead to boredom, so there is no need to let them kill women and children.

If we are going to kill people, we should kill more people from Bukit Bek, as they are the main culprits and the biggest threat.”

Seeing someone speak, another Hui people leader surnamed Gao, who came from Yansui, northern Shaanxi and was a fellow villager of Li Xianwen, also said:

"I agree. We now have over 400,000 Hui people, but there are more men than women. If we can absorb this group, correct their bad religious habits, and marry them off, then we'll have wives and children, and a warm home. That would be a great success."

Li Xianwen now had a clue of what was going on. Besides providing normal advice, these guys also had other things to say!
They were heading towards devouring these tens of thousands of disciples, women and children.

But there are already hundreds of thousands of Huiliang people, who have eaten tens of thousands of women and children, and are preparing to capture a large number of Bukit Bek women. What are they planning to do?
"Luo Tianxiang, tell me, what are you going to do?" Li Xianwen pointed his hand and asked the fat elephant, who was the worst at disguising, to speak out.

Luo Tianxiang scratched his head, looked at his former king with some awe, then looked at his colleagues who had constipated looks on their faces. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't tell a lie, so he made up his mind and told the truth directly.

"My lord, we have been following you since the beginning of the war to quell the rebellion in the northwest. We have traveled thousands of miles westward, and I have always felt a pang of regret. I want a definite answer."

Li Xianwen understood that these people wanted to take root in the Western Regions. He himself had indeed felt this trend, but he did not pay much attention to it.

Because who is he, Li Xianwen?

He was the real shareholder of the Dayu Dynasty, a prince with his own government, a son-in-law of the emperor, and the chief minister of the empire, which is now the prime minister.

A person of his status would only choose to stay in a quasi-tribe if he is full!

Is it that the millet in Guanzhong is not nutritious, or that the glamorous world in Jiangnan is not fun, or that the barbecued pork in Guangdong is not delicious?
He is so bored that he becomes the king in this desolate land. What's so good about it? It's not as comfortable as being the King of Zhongshan in the Dayu Dynasty.

However, with so many people following him, Li Xianwen, working for him, and risking their lives for him, it is impossible for Li Xianwen not to consider their needs.

"Your Majesty, it is very difficult for us, the Northwestern officials who followed you, to return to the imperial court. The imperial court's system is simply not suitable for us."

Mao Xiangxin had long sensed Li Xianwen's retreat, so he immediately blocked Li Xianwen's retreat before Li Xianwen expressed his position.

"Moreover, Hexi and Longyou are national territory, the birthplace of the Han Dynasty. It is definitely impossible for them to be governed by the Ningxia Palace for a long time. It is only a matter of time before they return to the normal provincial model.

Only for the Zunghar and Hui tribes, Your Majesty would definitely be willing to follow the example of Mu Ying, King of Qianning, and use blood relatives as princes to guard and educate the local people.

I also suggest that Your Majesty not send the Junggar but move here instead." Mao Xiangxin pointed directly at the map in the tent.

“The Fergana Basin is the Guanzhong Plain of the Western Regions. It is not prosperous at present because the Bujibeks are incompetent.

They controlled such a precious land, but they couldn't even repair the water conservancy facilities, so that floods occurred when the ice and snow melted in the summer, and droughts made it difficult for people and livestock to get water in the winter.

If this place were given to us Han people, it would immediately become our natural fortress in Transoxiana and the Western Regions.

At that time, we will clear out all outsiders in this basin, leaving only a few hundred thousand Han people, so that we can reproduce and thrive here.

Once they enter, they will guard the border for the country, so that there will be no more worries about demonization in Hexi and Longyou.

When he left, he would restore the Nine Zhaowu Surnames, selecting the surnames Bai, Shi, Mi, Cao, Kang, An, and Xue to bestow upon the local people, and educate them under the title of Xia Jun.

"You, ah, you are going to make me suffer!" Li Xianwen sighed, his face full of reluctance.

This is not being pretentious, but this is what Li Xianwen thinks. With his status, coming here to be the king of the borderland is definitely not worth the loss, and it can indeed be called a disaster.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on us. We have been fighting all our lives, and when we get old we must find a good place to settle down.

There are millions of barbarians in the river. Without a backbone like you, we can't accomplish anything!"

Who said that the fat elephant has no brains? He has many brains. Following Mao Xiangxin's words, he started moral blackmail.

But what he said was also the truth. There were so many people in the Northwest Army, and many of them were experienced killers, a kind of star-studded group. Without Li Xianwen in charge, they couldn't even come up with a plan for the distribution of benefits. They might even have to fight each other first.

As soon as Luo Tianxiang started this half-persuasion, half-moral blackmail operation, the others immediately rushed up and hugged Li Xianwen's thighs and cried loudly.

The only ones who remained unmoved were Luo Siju and Liang Kexing. The former was a member of the imperial court and had a promising future after leaving the Northwest Army. The latter, as his nephew, would be slapped in the face by Li Xianwen if he dared to act like this. "Alas!" Our King Li felt bitter. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, he still couldn't escape. He knew he had to agree, because this was no longer the Han and Tang dynasties.

During the Han and Tang Dynasties, Guanzhong was the richest place in the world, and Hexi and Longyou were also considered good places. In order to keep the land worth thousands of gold, the families of the military officers in Guanzhong and Hexi and Longyou had to send their extra sons to the Western Regions to serve the court.

At the same time, serving in the Western Regions is also a very profitable business.

Because the Silk Road was flourishing at that time, the money earned in the Western Regions could be brought back home through caravans.

Even though the court took a cut and officials took advantage of the situation, one could still take home at least forty copper coins for one silver dollar. If a family had some influence, they could even take home up to sixty copper coins.

But now, Guanzhong is almost marginalized, not to mention Hexi and Longyou, and there is a shortage of people everywhere in the country, so the Western Regions are really unattractive.

As for the Silk Road, that is all outdated information from thousands of years ago.

Without the communication of the Silk Road, no matter how much wealth the soldiers made in the Western Regions, they could only carry it on their own. Not to mention how much they could bring home, if anything happened to them, the wealth would simply go to others or be buried in the sand.

This is what Luo Tianxiang said about being unsure. Now the 40,000 soldiers of the Northwest Army and tens of thousands of Hui people are very eager to put the benefits they have gained into practice.

Then, there would be no better way to protect their interests than to let Li Xianwen change from the Prince of Ningxia who was in charge of Hexi and Longyou to the King of Xia who was in charge of the Western Regions.

Therefore, Li Xianwen had no choice. If he did not become the king of the borderland, although he would not be unable to command the army immediately, the combat effectiveness of the army would definitely drop significantly.

The benefits I gained through hard work are impossible to realize, so who would still work for you?
So, after a moment of silence, Li Xianwen nodded in the eager eyes of all the middle and senior military officers.

Immediately, cheers rushed from inside the tent to outside the tent. After learning what had happened, cheers of "Long live the Majesty" and "A thousand years of life for the king" rang out one after another.

Li Xianwen smiled bitterly, thinking that many of the generals who were accused of being domineering and having ill intentions in history had faced a situation like his, where they seemed to have a choice but actually had no choice.

Fortunately, Li Xianwen faced a different situation, because the emperor had long wanted him to be a vassal in the Western Regions, but he felt that his brother-in-law had already driven him too much, so it was difficult to speak up.

Now that I have taken the initiative to write a letter requesting a title, I think the emperor must be very happy.

At the same time, the physical condition of the Dayu Dynasty would not allow Li Xianwen to have any possibility of surpassing his master.

Because the real combat effectiveness of the Dayu Dynasty does not lie in thousands or tens of thousands of strong soldiers, but in the coal and iron in Jiangnan, Lingnan, and Liaoyang.

"You, Mao Xiangxin, seem to have been planning this for a long time, so tell me how this vassal state should be established?
I will submit a memorial to Your Majesty. Whether or not I can be enfeoffed here is not up to me, but Your Majesty. I must have a plan to impress Your Majesty."

Mao Xiangxin nodded. He was indeed the mastermind. It was normal for the king to vent his anger on him. He would be afraid if he didn't vent his anger.

"I suggest that the land where Your Majesty is enfeoffed should not include the Junggar.

Because the area north of the Tianshan Mountains is rich and home to many ethnic groups such as the Torghut, Khoshut, and Western Bai, many Han people have migrated there over the years, creating conditions for direct jurisdiction by the imperial court.

If the king fights for it, His Majesty will definitely be unhappy, and Prime Minister Luo in the outer court will also stop him.

The Hui people are different. They need a strong vassal to suppress them. At the same time, I have already chosen the Fergana Basin as the base for the king.

Later, he was enfeoffed in these two places, with royal palaces built in Andijan and Kashgar respectively, and he toured around to suppress the rebellion.

Moreover, I learned from the New Book of Tang that Khotan, south of Kashgar, was once a loyal vassal of the Han Dynasty. It had a king named Li Shengtian. After the Celestial Empire lost Hexi and Longyou, he still held on to the Han Dynasty and regarded himself as the nephew of the Central Plains.

Now that Princess Fu Ning is at the Crown Prince's side, Your Majesty will also have a nephew-uncle relationship with the royal family. Furthermore, your surname is Li, so you are simply destined to be the King and rule here!"

Although he was almost fifty years old, Li Xianwen was still overwhelmed with emotion when he heard it. He thought that it would not be a bad idea to be a lonely and independent King Mu Ying of Qianning in the frontier of the Western Regions.

What Mao Xiangxin said was correct. Whether from the perspective of the court or personally, he, Li Xianwen, should be in charge here, guarding the border for the country and educating the people.

"You all may proceed as planned. I will immediately submit a memorial to His Majesty regarding this matter."

. . . .

Just when Li Xianwen initially agreed to move the fiefdom and allocated two thousand cavalry to his second son Li Xingtai to assist, the battle of Korla had already ended.

Li Xianwen was worried about his son's safety, but he didn't know how talented his son was at fighting.

Li Xingtai knew that the other party was confused by false information, and Dayu's long-standing timid strategy also gave the enemy an illusion.

So he simply went with the flow and did not let the elite troops guard Korla City. He took everyone away and only left the local Hui people, Turgut people who were loyal to the court, and a small number of Manchu bannermen stationed in the Western Regions in Korla.

This made the Governor of Kokand, Mohammed Omar, more certain of his judgment that the newly born Dayu Dynasty was a purely agricultural regime. Without the terrifying cavalry of the Qing Dynasty, they would not be able to gain a foothold in the Western Regions.

So Muhammad Omar intensified the attack, and divided 50,000 people into ten teams, attacking day and night. Not only were guns and gunpowder free, but the logistics of rice, flour, meat and vegetables were also continuously supplied.

It was as if they were going to take down Kulongle and Karashar (Yanqi) immediately, capture Urumqi before the Great Yuzi people, and eat the biggest piece of fat meat.
It’s a pity that Mohammed Omar thought Dayu was a disabled person with a lame leg, but the people in the city knew it very well.

Therefore, they had no intention of joining Muhammad Omar and could only fight to the death.

The battle lasted for four months, and Mohammed Omar suffered heavy casualties before he finally captured Korla. Li Xingtai only sent a few hundred cavalrymen to help part of the defenders retreat before the city was broken.

Afterwards, he still did not defend Karashar, also known as Yanqi City, but instead hid his cavalry in the depths of Lake Bosteng and continued to paralyze the Kokand people.

The Kokand people had no doubts at all and continued to attack Yanqi. Their morale was even higher, and they put Yanqi in danger several times.

Li Xingtai was still not in a hurry. He just sent a few hundred cavalrymen to continuously attack the Kokand supply lines. He was waiting for the moment when the Kokand people's food was almost eaten up.

Some soldiers and generals below could not bear it any longer and came to find Li Xingtai, but the Second Prince Li just chuckled.

"The Hui tribe is not like our Central Plains. In this vast and sparsely populated place, the most valuable thing is people.

It is better to kill ten of their men than to take ten of their cities. We will do the same this time. No matter if they are strong gates or natural barriers, as long as we have the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the Kokand, we can give up everything else."

In this way, Li Xingtai hid in Lake Bosteng for four months, until the cold wind blew and the Kokand people's logistics line, which had already been riddled with holes, was completely unable to support it.

The governor from Kokand, Muhammad Omar, was so anxious that he sent all his personal guards up there, hoping to break through Yanqi as soon as possible to obtain supplies and stabilize the situation.

At this time, Li Xingtai took action. He personally led 6,000 cavalrymen, set out from Lake Bosteng, ran nearly 60 kilometers in a day and night, and suddenly appeared on the left side of the Kokand army camp.

At this time, the Kokand Army had been fighting for eight consecutive months and had been running low on supplies for almost three months. They had not yet brought enough winter bedding and clothing, and could be said to be cold, hungry, and tired.

In this situation, they were suddenly attacked one morning by extremely elite cavalry, so how could they withstand it?

Li Xingtai rushed to the front line, going in and out of the Kokand army seven times. His cavalry were inspired by him and each of them was able to fight ten enemies with one.

The local vassal army in Yanqi also took the opportunity to go out of the city to attack. It took only a little over a morning, by 2 pm, the 50,000 Kokand troops mixed with a large number of farmers were completely defeated.

The army was defeated in an instant, and Li Xingtai chased them all the way for more than 400 miles, chasing the Kokand army from Yanqi to the vicinity of Luntai County in later generations. Their corpses were scattered all over the field, and the scene was tragic beyond words.

Finally, outside the ancient Luntai City, Li Xingtai's 3,000 cavalrymen defeated the remaining 9,000 soldiers of Kokand, killing more than 2,000 in battle. The Governor of Kokand, Muhammad Omar, was captured alive. In one battle, almost all of Kokand's military forces in the Hui tribe were wiped out.

(End of this chapter)