The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 687: Eliminating the Hezhuo Family
Facts have proved that not all nations can produce heroes, and not every king has a minister like Yu Qian.

Li Xingtai overestimated these Kokand people. They sounded very powerful, this one was the Khan, that one was the royal guard, but in fact, the combat effectiveness of the people of Khorasan was very low.

Historically, with the equipment and training level of the Russian detachments, they were often able to defeat tens of thousands of troops of the three khanates with a main force of a thousand or so and two or three thousand vassal troops, and even achieve the effect of annihilating thousands of people in battle.

So when Li Xingtai took Narbatu Khan to knock on the gate, he found that the gate of Kokand City had never been closed at all.

"General, why don't you let me go? I am willing to hand over all the gold, silver and treasures in the city." Narbatu Khan, who fell off his horse and had a bruised face, still dared to bargain at this time.

Li Xingtai looked at him strangely, then slapped Narbatu Khan twice, causing his nose to bleed.

"Fuck you! You're just a small vassal from the remote frontier. Seeing the Celestial Empire's army approaching, you can't even shout 'angels'! You're making a scene!"

This statement is indeed true. In order to avoid being destroyed by Zhao Hui, Kokand did become a vassal of the Qing Dynasty.

Yang Yuchun also looked at the Khan whom he had captured with his own hands with pride, and said sarcastically, "You are still dreaming when death is approaching. Even if I kill you, your gold, silver and treasures will still belong to me."

As they were talking, more than a hundred people immediately seized the city gate, and the rear army supervised by Chen Huacheng could wipe out all the Kokand guards who were divided and surrounded in half an hour at most.

At this time, Li Xingtai realized that the city of Kokand was very empty because most of the troops had been transferred to Andijan to guard against Dayu's attack from Shule (Kashgar).

In addition, another 4,000 people were stationed in Khujand in the Dayuan Basin. This city, which had just been captured by Kokand, was the Tongguan of the Dayuan Basin and must not be lost.

In the city of Kokand, bells were ringing. People were ringing bells on the minarets of almost every Muslim temple, and black flags were raised on the tops of the temples.

This is a custom that originated from the period of the Black Caliphate, in which temples would raise black flags to command disciples to resist invasion.

So after a while, at least thousands of young men roared and came towards the city gate, but their organization was very poor. Only a few hundred people ran over first, and the rest were still rushing over from various districts.

It was also because of them that Li Xingtai understood the weakness of Kokand City, because at a glance it was clear that these people were all civilians, not soldiers, not even auxiliary troops.

More importantly, the weapons in these people's hands were mostly wooden sticks, farm tools, and even long daggers for cutting meat and vegetables, let alone muskets.

This brings us to the special political system of Kokand and even Transoxiana. The local religious orders had great power. For example, the Khan of Kokand, their ancestors were members of the religious order, and they gradually grew stronger when they rebelled against the Khanate of Khiva.

Therefore, after coming to power, they were very careful to suppress the power of the sect, but the sect was the administrative and mobilization system at the bottom of the Khanate. Even the Khan did not dare to suppress it blatantly, because it would cause instability in the rule.

Thus, a situation was formed in which the Khan lived in the capital and controlled the essence of the country, while the rest of the cities and countryside outside the capital were basically controlled by the religious group.

Correspondingly, the influence of the sect in the capital controlled by the Khan will be very small, and this is the case with Kokand, the capital of the Kokand Kingdom.

There are many Muslim temples in the city, but there is no powerful religious group, and there are not many armed forces and monks in the small religious groups. The defense basically relies on the regular army of the Khanate. After all, there are still powerful religious groups in the capital, and the Khan should be unable to sleep.

Now, there are not many regular troops coming to retake the city gate, which proves that the regular army of the Kokand Khanate is not in the capital.

However, Kokand City has a population of 60,000 to 70,000. If all of them are mobilized, even with dung forks, it will be enough to give Li Xingtai and his hundred men a hard time.

So he immediately decided to use the most violent attack to teach these Kokand people a lesson.

Yang Yuchun and Dong Shixing each led ten people to climb up the houses on both sides of the city gate, occupying the high ground and firing accurately. Qi Lin led fifty people in a horizontal line to fire volleys.

Baoning and Yamamoto Shengxian took thirty people and hid under the houses, holding cold weapons and preparing for hand-to-hand combat. Li Xingtai personally escorted the three tribes of Kaltijin as a reserve force.

The rifled gun from a high position has a high lethality, and Yang Yuchun and Dong Shixing have been in the northwest for many years, so they know very well how to fight these rioters.

Because their courage to fight comes from the illusory god, and in the process of religious belief, in order to control the disciples as much as possible, the imam will use various means to strengthen his prestige.

Many disciples even regarded the Imam as a prophet of a lower rank than Mahmud, so when fighting against these people, as long as the Imam was defeated, their fighting will would be greatly weakened.

This is very effective in groups like the Northwest Disciples who are still supported by clan and bloodline concepts, not to mention the disciples in the river who rely entirely on religion for support.

"Kafirs have invaded our city. Take up arms and kill them all. Kill all the Kafir!"

An imam in a black robe was roaring loudly. He was afraid that his disciples could not see him or hear his voice, so he asked several of his confidants to carry him on their shoulders. He was really the best target.

Yang Yuchun narrowed his eyes and gently pulled the trigger.

'Snapped! '

The second half of the black-robed imam's words were directly hit back by Minie's bullet. He seemed to be struck by lightning. After shaking for a while, he became limp, like half a piece of pork, without any hardness.

"Imam!" The confidants shouted and quickly put the man down to check, but he didn't even know how to run away.

clap clap clap!
Another burst of gunfire rang out, and three or four more disciples surrounding the black-robed imam fell down. They suddenly woke up as if from a dream and ran back in a hurry, carrying the corpses.

As they ran away, the disciples gathered by the black-robed imam no longer came forward. More than 200 of them actually retreated crying and holding their weapons.

Fortunately, as soon as they left, another imam in a black robe and a white hat stood up. He was very anxious because if the infidels entered the city, they would be doomed.

"Fight for the sake of Allah, my brothers, under the guidance of the Prophet!"

The man in black robe and white hat was very excited because the black-robed imam who was beaten to death had always been superior to him in everything. Now that his rival had gone to enjoy seventy-two eternal virgins, he had come out on top (joy).

As a result, this guy ran to the front, waving his fists, and a whoosh sound of breaking through the air was heard.

The black-robed Imam was like being hit by an invisible hammer. He took several steps back in an exaggerated manner and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the disciples following behind him were all stunned. A black-clad cultist holding a musket raised his thumb and estimated the distance. It must be about 300 meters. What kind of musket could accurately shoot so far?

"Save me, save me!" The imam in black robe and white hat who was shot was not dead yet. He was groaning on the ground with a bloody forehead.

When the disciples heard this, they were overjoyed. Since the Imam had spoken, there was no need to go any further. So they quickly carried their Imam and retreated in a swarm.

This time, when they ran away, the third white-robed imam was in great trouble.

It was obvious that the enemy was specifically targeting leaders like them. If he moved forward, there was a high probability that he would lose his life.

However, the white-robed imam gritted his teeth. There were hundreds of people watching him. If he, a small imam, did not go up, his reputation would be ruined and no one would come to participate in his leader's visits and lectures.

"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar!" the white-robed imam screamed, using the repeated short slogans to encourage himself, and made himself dizzy with the roaring and shouting, so as to forget his fear.

"Allah, Ahuba, Allah Ahuba!" The disciples were inspired by the bold imam. They also howled and started running immediately, launching a charge after more than 300 meters.

Snapped!
The extremely accurate shot came from Dong Shixing. He was extremely excited. Killing the disciple gave him a sense of pleasure in avenging his tribe.

‘Poof! ’

With the sound of gunfire, the white-robed imam fell straight to the ground, and then the remaining bullets also crackled and hit him. For a while, there were screams on the charge road. Within a dozen seconds, more than 20 of them were gone.

"Eastern warriors, the time has come to serve His Majesty!"

"Old and young men, kill the fuckers!"

Just when the gunfire stopped, the Japanese warriors and Eight Banners soldiers who had been prepared rushed out immediately. They were holding sharp blades, and each of them was an elite soldier. Because of their background, they were especially good at fighting with cold weapons.

Yamamoto Shengxian, holding a samurai sword, suddenly rushed into the crowd from the angle. He was one of the first samurai who grew up after Dayu conquered the East. He had completely shed his previous Japanese appearance and was more Han than the Han people from the inside out.

This guy is quite tall, eats well, trains well, and has four sword master teachers alone.

Although most of the sword masters in the East are a bit mediocre, they still have some real skills. If they meet such a martial arts genius and are carefully trained, their fighting power will be quite terrifying.

Moreover, most of the swordsmanship of the Japanese samurai was actually used in such situations to fight against mobs.

Because if you want to fight a big war, arquebuses and cross spears are more useful. Unless it turns into a complete chaos, no one is stupid enough to use a samurai sword to fight a cross spear.

This is really a perfect match of weapons. The samurai sword forged from Dayu special steel is equipped with swordsmanship specifically for killing mobs. Yamamoto Shengxian roared and chopped down on the head, hitting the neck of a little white hat.

Since he charged from the side, the knife also cut from the side. The force was so great that it actually cut a deep blood groove on the neck of the little white-hatted man.

Blood and minced meat sprayed all over Yamamoto Shengxian's face, but this made him even more excited. He held the knife in both hands with his sturdy body. Every time he took a step forward, he would shout loudly and knock down someone.

Several disciples wanted to work together to kill him, but Yamamoto Shengxian was extremely agile. He escaped from the encirclement with a few leaps, then turned around and killed the disciples who were no longer in the encirclement one by one.

On the other side, the disciples of the Bannerman Baoning and others who were also killed screamed in pain. These Bannermen were like Mo Zibu's slaves. They were all released after the transformation camp in Mulan Paddock was completed.

Many of them were originally elite members of the Xishan Jianrui Battalion. After experiencing heaven and hell, they saw the light shining from the gate of heaven again. It was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood and would not let go even if he died.

This strong desire made Mo Zibu allow more than 10,000 bannermen who were serving their sentences to make meritorious contributions to be extremely brave.

Together with Japanese warriors like Yamamoto Shengxian who hoped to be granted Chinese surnames for their military merits, they formed the bravest and most fearless group in the cannon fodder army of the Dayu Dynasty. Hui Liangren and the fanatical believers of the White Lotus Sect were a level inferior to them.

There were only more than 300 people, consisting of ordinary city dwellers. How could they withstand the charge of 20 or 30 such killers? More than 40 of them were hacked to death or injured in a few minutes, and they retreated like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Yamamoto Shengxian laughed three times, picked up the white-hatted imam who was shot but not dead yet, let him stand up straight, and then suddenly let go. Then, in an extremely fast time, taking advantage of the moment when the imam's body fell, he chopped off the white-hatted imam's head with a flying knife!

Fast, accurate and ruthless!
This scene was so brutal that it frightened the people of Kokand around.

As they froze in shock, Yang Yuchun and Dong Shixing, who were on the roof, led their men to close in at a rapid speed. When they were over a hundred meters away, they launched another round of fierce attacks. An imam who had just arrived was knocked to the ground before he could even shout a slogan.

The crowd was frightened and ran around screaming, as if a group of zebras were being targeted by a group of lions. The situation was in complete chaos.

"O Allah, look at these cowards. They are not worthy of being a warrior of Allah!"

In the chaos, a tall, middle-aged man in a white hat with eagle-eyed eyes opened his arms to stop the fleeing Kokand people and shouted loudly.

"Raise the flag of our sect and let these cowards know that the descendants of Khoja are here and will go forward to stop those pagans!"

When the fleeing Kokand people heard the words of the middle-aged man in the white hat, a look of shame appeared on their faces.

The middle-aged accomplice in the white hat also quickly waved a black flag with "Allahu Akbar" written in the Arab language.

"People of Kokand, this is your home. Where else can you escape to? Are you worse than an outsider like me?"

The middle-aged man in white hat who claimed to be an outsider was none other than Samsak, the son of the elder Khoja Poloniduo during the rebellion of the two Khojas.

He successfully escaped before Li Xianwen recaptured Shule, and returned to Kokand with his followers to wait for the opportunity.

When they heard Samsak questioning the Kokand people, the hundreds of Hui traitors who followed him also scolded them loudly, and finally broke the Kokand people's defense.

Samsak took the opportunity to shout, "We outsiders are going to fight for Kokand today. Do you dare to follow us to protect your homeland?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We Kokand people are not cowards!"

"Even the descendants of Khoja are not afraid, so why should we be afraid?"

Samsak, the ancestor of the two Khojas, was Ahmed Kasani, a 16th-century Sufi mystic leader.

This guy claimed to be a descendant of Fatima, the daughter of Muhammad. He strengthened the famous Naqshbandi sect in Transoxiana. He was the ancestor of the White Mountain Sect and the Black Mountain Sect of the Hui people and had a great influence.

Therefore, although his descendant Samsak was not a Kokand person, he was still respected by the people of the Three Khanates of Transoxiana and Afghanistan, and became the source of troubles for the Hui people in history.

Now that Samsak is not afraid of death, the disciples who had escaped have gathered together one after another.

Samsak was in high spirits. This time it was different. This time it was not a few hundred gourd brothers coming to save their grandfather, but more than four thousand people coming together, forty against one. He didn't believe that he couldn't take back the city gate.

Unfortunately, the reality was too harsh, because while he was organizing the Kokand people to flee, Chen Huacheng had already captured the Kokand guards outside the city.

So Samsak came roaring and full of confidence, and immediately saw thousands of Dayu troops lined up in neat rows of infantry.

The people of Kokand felt a chill down their spines. It turned out that it was not forty against one, but a one-on-one duel. What kind of fight was this?
Li Xingtai waved his hand, and the hunters on the roof started sniping, and screams rang out one after another.

Samsak knew that he could not wait any longer, so he howled and pretended to be the first to lead the charge, encouraging the Kokand people to charge.

After being brainwashed by religion, the Kokand people still have some courage, after all, they are in a period of growth.

Li Xingtai waved his hand again, and the line of infantry marched forward in unison.

Bullets rained down and smoke and dust rose everywhere. Faced with such a generation gap, no matter how brave the Kokand people were, they could not overcome it simply by not being afraid of death. Moreover, they were not yet at the point where they were fearless in the face of death.

Two thousand line infantrymen were firing at least two rounds a minute, harvesting lives crazily. The Kokand people were hit by more than ten thousand lead bullets in two minutes. At this distance, on a battlefield that was just a straight line, the casualties can be imagined.

The Dayu soldiers launched three-stage attacks continuously, and the bodies of the Kokand people fell one after another.

When they could no longer hold on and ran back, they found that the cavalry of the three Kaltijin tribes had already completed the detour and circled behind them.

The horrific killing is really happening now.

Amid screams, Samsak was guarded by a dozen extreme disciples, who used their familiarity with the geography to fight their way out of the alley.

Samsak was so anxious that his face was covered in sweat. He ran home frantically.

At home, Samsak's eldest son, Mamt Yusup, who was already twelve years old, saw his father running back in a panic and immediately began to help pack up.

Such a scene was very familiar to Mamtim, who led the Kokand army to invade the Hui people and capture Shule (Kashgar) in the tenth year of Daoguang (1830).

He even had time to pick up his second brother Zhang Geer, a traitor in history who was cut into pieces and fed to dogs after being surrendered by Emperor Daoguang at the Meridian Gate.

"Khoja, don't worry about me and Babudin, just go away!" Samsak's wife cried sadly.

She had just given birth to her third son, Babuddin, the only one in history who did not take the initiative to lead the Kokand people, but instead married into the family of Samsak in Hundus (Kunduz) of Afghanistan. The baby was not even a hundred days old.

Samsak hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't give up. "Stop talking, pack up quickly, let's go to Khujand and then to Bukhara, our whole family will be fine!"

Unfortunately, just as Samsak finished speaking, a scream was heard outside the door. It was from his trusted guard.

What a joke! Even those who are not good at history know about the rebellions of the elder and younger Khojas and the Zhang Geer Rebellion.

Even after the Khoja Rebellion had occurred, the Qing Dynasty was extremely wary of this family, let alone Mo Zibu.

The imperial edict issued to Li Xianwen to send troops back to his tribe clearly stated that the descendants of the two Hezhuos and their related people must be completely wiped out, leaving no one alive.

"Samsak, the time of your family's death has come!" As an authentic Yulin Lang, one of Chen Huacheng's tasks is to be responsible for eradicating the roots of the family.

Historically, this national hero lost both his parents when he was young and was raised by his uncle Chen Dayong and his cousin Chen Qianxian and his wife. This year he should cross the sea to Taiwan to make a living.

However, this time and space is different. Twenty years ago, when the emperor had not yet conquered the White Elephant King, his cousin Chen Qianxian was recruited by his fellow townsman, Jeddah Prince Ye Fengchang, and went to Southeast Asia. He then joined the emperor's army.

Although Chen Qianxian did not make much contribution and was illiterate so he could not climb up the ladder, fortunately he followed the emperor very early and worked hard.

Therefore, ten years ago, Chen Qianxian retired as a first-class sergeant with the rank of major, and was awarded the lowest civilian nobility, the title of General Fengguo, and the official position of Inspector of Jilong (Keelung), Taiwan.

This poor farmer in history suddenly transformed himself into a nobleman in the court and a big shot who was so powerful that his feet could shake at will in the local area.

This completely changed Chen Huacheng's life. As a result, he was selected into the Yulin Lang at the age of ten and was raised by the emperor in the palace to serve as a study partner and playmate for the princes.

Samsak knew he couldn't escape. As an Imam himself, he wasn't good at fighting, so he looked at Chen Huacheng with a pale face and begged for mercy in despair:

"General, you can kill me or take me to the capital, but my sons are young and my wife is innocent, so please forgive them."

It’s true that Samsak spoke official language quite well, but it did not arouse Chen Huacheng’s sympathy at all, and even made him more disgusted.

"The imperial court has always treated you with kindness, like our own children. Yet, you have repeatedly rebelled, hurting the emperor's love and care, and endangering the long-term stability of the country. And yet you still want to leave a successor?"

After saying that, Chen Huacheng took out his pistol and pointed it at Samsak's wife on the bed. "You are quite pretty, but you don't have the luck of the Fragrant Concubine."

After saying that, he pulled the trigger. Samsak's wife was shot in the forehead and was knocked down without even a scream. Blood was flowing down and only a slight twitch remained.

"Ah!" Samsak roared wildly and rushed forward to fight Chen Huacheng, but was immediately kicked over by a Yulin guard.

"You killed my mother!" Mamtim Yusup, also a great traitor in history, screamed and rushed over with a knife.

The Yulin Guard on the other side sneered, took a step forward, and swung his long sword, piercing his back. The sinful life of Mamtim Yusup ended prematurely.

"My son! My son!" Samsak screamed miserably and twisted and turned on the ground, so much so that the guards who were holding him down could hardly hold him down.

But more painful things were yet to come. Two-year-old Zhang Geer barely understood some things. He looked at the blood on the ground and wanted to run towards his father Samsak in fear, hoping that his father could protect him.

Chen Huacheng shook his head, took out a black iron hammer from his waist, closed his eyes, and made up his mind to smash it on the man's head.

That’s good, at least in this time and space I don’t have to be tortured to death and fed to dogs.

"Ah, Ah!" Samsak was so angry that his teeth bit his tongue to pieces and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"Kill him. Find and execute all those who are related to them!" Chen Huacheng said and walked out of the room.

Then he heard the sound of the Yulin Guard stabbing Samsak to death, and a blurry figure lifted something from the bed and slammed it heavily to the ground.

In the city, large-scale hunting has just begun.

Li Xingtai howled excitedly, and the super masculine and bloodthirsty side of his genes was completely released.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill anyone who can hold a weapon!"

"This city is your playground. Let these barbarians who have repeatedly invaded our territory know what it means to root out the invading forces!"

(End of this chapter)