The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 71 Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal
The road behind the palace was dyed red with blood, and all along the way were Arakan guards lying dead in strange shapes.

Wu Wenyong rushed to the front, and with him was a group of sword and shield soldiers holding iron-covered rattan shields.

The back mountain is narrow and the rooms have many corners, so firearms are not easy to use. The only way to deal with it is with a sword, shield and a spear.

"Got it, got it!"

Mo Zibu was also participating in the search when cheers suddenly erupted from the front.

Not long after, seven or eight soldiers from Kunlun Mountain Hall dragged out an old man wearing only a white undershirt from a room with a khaki paint outside the door.

Mo Zibu was overjoyed. He picked up the short confidant of Prince Pulan and quickly walked up to the old man and asked:
"Look, is that King Dalye?"

The confidant's legs suddenly went weak and he seemed to be about to kneel down, but he quickly reacted.

"Yes, this is the king!"

"Traitors, it's you. I should have killed all of you traitorous Bengalis long ago!" King Darye struggled and roared as soon as he saw Prince Puran's confidants.

"You still dare to make noise!" Mo Zibu turned the handle of the knife upside down and slammed it on King Dalye's mouth, causing him to groan miserably and bleed profusely.

"Leave thirty of you to clear each house, and the rest of you will follow me down the mountain to control the harem and find everyone.

Ah Wu, go find Prince Pulan and tell him that the great thing has been accomplished!"

. . . .

At this moment, Prince Plan felt like he was going to heaven.

Among King Darye's five adult sons, he was the least favored. Not only did his mother die early, he also believed in Islam.

But at this moment, after killing his father King Dalye, he is about to counterattack and become king.

The more he thought about it, the more delighted he became. Prince Plan came quickly, led by dozens of his trusted followers, and he didn't notice that there were a few people around him who were wearing Arakanese costumes, but their eyebrows and eyes were obviously different.

However, as soon as he entered the harem, Prince Puran saw a horrifying scene.

All of his brothers, except his second elder brother who was stationed at Anguan, were dragged to the harem square and made to kneel, even his younger brothers who were only eleven or twelve years old were no exception.

"Congratulations, Prince!" Mo Zibu laughed and threw a long knife to Prince Plan, while he himself walked away with a thick-backed broadsword.

“Your Highness, this is the final step to becoming the King of Arakan, and it will be up to you to resolve it.

You chop down the tree, and I'll help you prune the branches!"

As he spoke, amidst Prince Plan's screams, Mo Zibu quickly stepped forward and signaled Chen Guangyao, Tanka Erdeng and others to join him in the action.

With a wave of his sword, none of Prince Plan's six half-brothers were spared and were all hacked to death in the square in an instant.

“Ahh! Ah!”

King Dalye let out a terrifying scream, snot and tears streamed down his face, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"My son! My son!" The severe pain from his heart made King Dalye unable to help but roll on the ground.

"Pulan, you beast, you beast, is this what you want?"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

"The people of Arakan will not support you. They will not support a patricide. You will be thrown into a pit of poisonous snakes and die!"

Prince Plan stood there in shock, seeing all his half-brothers who grew up together with him die tragically. Even though he had the intention of usurping the throne, he still found it hard to accept it for a while.

He had no intention of killing these brothers, he just wanted to imprison them.

"Why, why is this happening?" The prince, who was in his twenties, was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Why?" Mo Zibu walked forward and pointed at Prince Plan's face with his bloody hand.

"Didn't His Royal Highness invite us here? I'm burning my own bridges!

You see, even if King Dalye offered a hundred times the price, I wouldn't dare pledge allegiance to him."

"You devil, you will die a horrible death!" King Dalye cursed at Mo Zibu with tears on his face on the ground.

"I didn't have to be this demon, but it's a pity that Your Majesty bowed to the White Elephant King." Mo Zibu said coldly, "It was you who broke our agreement!"

King Dalye was completely confused. He really couldn't imagine what kind of agreement he had with the devilish Miaoxiang man in front of him.

But Mo Zibu no longer cared about him. He walked forward and slapped the prince's confidant aside with two slaps. Then he grabbed the prince's hand and pulled him to King Dalye.

At this time, King Dalye had been held up by Wu Wenyong and Huang Zhongtong. Mo Zibu held Prince Puran's hand and said in a deep voice in English:
"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy about something like patricide. You'll get used to it after a few times."

Myanmar and India haven't produced an emperor to unify their languages, so they have to communicate with each other in English. However, this also makes Mo Zibu more like a mercenary of the British East India Company.

At least that's what Prince Plan and his close associates think.

Pfft!

The sharp long knife easily pierced King Dahye's chest. He groaned miserably and his vitality rapidly drained away.

Mo Zibu was very accurate. He knew where the heart was and how to stab someone to death quickly, just like a butcher cutting up an ox.

Prince Plan also screamed along with King Dalye's groan, then lost all his strength and fell to the ground, staring blankly at his father and brothers lying dead in the square.

"Please, Prince, no, please, King, give the order!"

After helping Prince Plan to kill his father, Mo Zibu immediately reminded him despite the fact that Prince Plan fell to the ground and was about to have a mental breakdown.

"Give an order? What other orders do you need to give?" Prince Plan looked confused.

"Nah, you're at that level, and you're trying to stage a coup. It's a good thing there are a lot of Bengalis and Muslims in Arakan, otherwise you wouldn't even know how you died." "Of course, we need to get a list of the families supporting the other princes in the city, then call in the ministers who support the princes, and have them take our soldiers with us to take control of Myo-U City."

The prince's second brother still controls a large number of troops in Anguan. Shouldn't we send people to capture him while Anguan is still unaware of the coup in Miaowu City?

My king, do you want to be hacked to death by angry enemies the moment you step out of this palace? Do you really want to experience the pain of being devoured by thousands of snakes?"

Mo Zibu's fierce attack finally brought Prince Plan back to his senses. After he finished explaining everything, Mo Zibu gave him a look, and Chen Xu and Chen Nan immediately stepped forward and carried Prince Plan to a small house in the harem.

. . . .

At the front gate of the harem, Chen Guangyao led more than a hundred people to stand in front of the bridge. They had repelled four attacks by the defenders of Miaowu City.

Two to three hundred armed citizens of Miaowu City and a small number of soldiers serving as police were killed or wounded, and their bodies were piled up everywhere at the bridgehead.

Brother Pei Changwu took a few quick steps and threw a short spear, which with exceptional accuracy knocked the defender of Miuwu City, who was riding a horse and giving a loud speech in the distance, off his horse.

Amidst the panicked cries, hundreds of soldiers from Kunlun Mountain Hall rushed out and easily defeated this mob.

At the same time, Prince Puran's supporters also began to mobilize in the city, and they fought with the forces loyal to King Darye everywhere in the city.

Mo Zibu took the recorded list and began to search house by house with the help of a dozen of Prince Plan's servants.

The bloody battle lasted until dusk, and the city of Miaowu became a sea of blood.

Not only were all the supporters of King Dalye and the seven princes killed, but many people who wanted to escape from the city were also killed because they could not be allowed to bring the situation out of Miaowu City.

In the evening, Mo Zibu finally met Prince Plan's biggest supporter, a bearded man with a scimitar in his hand and blood on his clothes.

He was Prince Puran's uncle and the Minister of Trade of the Arakan Kingdom.

“I have informants in Calcutta, and you are not sent by the Governor-General of Bengal.

If you had used the child, Plan, we wouldn't have had to kill so many people."

Well, it's okay. At least there is a smart person. Mo Zibu hates talking to stupid people like Prince Plan, and he hates teaching others what to do even more.

"Your Excellency is deceiving me, for it is impossible for you to get news from Calcutta so quickly.

But I can tell you honestly that I am not British. We are French and serve His Majesty Louis XV.

As long as Prince Puran abides by the agreement King Darye made with us, he will be the king of Arakan."

"I see!" The Minister of Trade looked at Mo Zibu angrily.

"French people, the Arakan Kingdom is doomed, and it's all your fault. We have surrendered to the White Elephant King and will not help you rescue the French prisoners of war in PyeongChang."

Although the Minister of Trade was so angry, the core of his words was only one thing: the Kingdom of Arakan was about to be destroyed, and if they could not surrender to the British, they would all die.

Because at this time, it was already known to everyone that the White Elephant King of the Konbaung Dynasty wanted to destroy Arakan.

King Dareye could still buy some time if he surrendered now, but if Mozibu killed King Dareye, the enraged King Baixiang would have an excuse to attack.

"You can go to Jindnagar, to the French territory." Mozibu said with a smile.

Chandernagar is about 30 kilometers north of Kolkata. It was occupied by the British two years ago, but according to the terms of the Treaty of Paris, it will soon be returned to the French.

"We will not go to Chandernagar because the French have been defeated and will have to live at the mercy of the British."

This bearded uncle spoke very good English and seemed to have a very clear understanding of the situation of Britain and France in India.

"So you must go to Chandernagar, so that the British will invite you to Chittagong or even Kolkata." Mo Zibu's expression remained unchanged, but the Minister of Trade suddenly changed his face.

Yes! They are now trying to seek refuge with the British, but the British are completely ignoring them.

But if they pretend to be won over by the French, the British will come back to win them over.

This is indeed a solution.

"Moreover," Mo Zibu continued, approaching the Minister of Trade:

“I don’t believe that the greedy British have no desire for Upper and Lower Burma; they will not let go of any fertile land.

But it is not easy to rule the Burmese, they are a united nation.

The only option for the British is to use you Arakanese who have been integrated into Myanmar, or more precisely, the Bengalis in Arakan, to assist them in ruling Myanmar.

Your Excellency, Minister of Trade, you will certainly thank me, because your descendants will have at least two hundred years of good life!"

Mo Zibu was not lying. Historically, the Rohingya people did live a good life for one or two hundred years, and many of them became high-ranking officials in British Burma.

But... retribution came quickly.

After independence, Myanmar quickly retaliated against these former accomplices of the British on a large scale, turning them into an exiled nation without an inch of land or nationality.

Of course, the bearded trade minister didn't know what would happen a hundred or two hundred years later. He was moved and slowly let down his guard. He also moved a little closer to Mo Zibu and whispered:
"Hand over the prince. I can't stabilize the situation without him."

"Okay." Mo Zibu nodded, "But he can't leave the palace. The palace must be controlled by my people."

"You don't have to do this. We are already in the same boat." The Minister of Trade suddenly put on a good face and persuaded.

"Don't worry, I'm here to save people. It would be great if I could get some wealth along the way. I won't hurt anyone. The Arakan Kingdom means nothing to me. After this mission is over, I will return to Miaoxiang."

Mo Zibu refused to give in. What a joke! He was alone in deep territory, and Prince Plan was his meat shield to ensure his safety.

The reason why Mozibu killed King Dalye and his sons in the square was to prevent a certain prince from being rescued, thus causing the hostage Prince Puran in their hands to lose his most important and unique value.

The Minister of Trade pondered for a moment, and finally agreed to Mo Zibu's request to continue to control Prince Plan.

(End of this chapter)