The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 767: If the interests are big enough, anything can happen
On the south bank of the Resuo River, when Wang Lian saw nearly two thousand Gurkhas coming out in a noisy manner, he knew that they had been fooled and that the other side did not take his side seriously at all.

But he was a little puzzled. Almost all of the 10,000 Gurkha soldiers in Qiangtang were killed. Could it be that the people here had no vigilance at all?

In fact, there really weren't any. Since Dayu did not take any prisoners of war and the terrain was dangerous, not many Gurkhas escaped back, so the real situation was covered up by the Gurkha Shah Dynasty.

There was nothing that could be done about it. After all, the Chinese Empire had not yet fallen at that time. As the big brother of the East for thousands of years, its deterrent power was not just talk.

You have to let all the Gurkhas know that the Chinese Empire has sent troops to attack them, and that all those who invaded Qiangtang have been killed. The morale of the Gurkhas will collapse immediately.

Therefore, the Gorkha King Rana Bahadur Shah had no choice but to lie and only told the country that there was a problem with the rule in Qiangtang and to be careful of the counterattack from Qiangtang.

However, the majority of Wang Lian's men were Jiarong soldiers from Jinchuan and Xiaojinchuan, and the soldiers who attacked the blockhouse on the north bank by Fu Kang'an were simply Tibetan soldiers. This further confirmed the judgment of the Gurkhas on the south bank of the river.

Wang Lian was also very cunning. Seeing that the Gurkhas were rushing towards him with high morale and their number was twice that of his, he simply divided the more than 900 people into two parts, with the Jiarong soldiers in the front and his 300 Guizhou personal soldiers in the back.

"You go up and fire a round of gunfire, then pretend to be defeated to lure these Gurkhas here." Wang Lian said to the captain of the Jiarong soldiers, and pointed to the narrow path behind him.

The Jiarong captain understood immediately and took the order and left immediately.

At this time, the Gurkhas still had some combat effectiveness, of course this was compared with the Indians.

The land in the Ganges Plain is fertile. Apart from the obvious rainy and dry seasons, which easily lead to floods and droughts, it has few disadvantages. Therefore, the grain output is completely incomparable to other places in the South Asian subcontinent.

If a person lives a rich life, he will not be willing to fight for his life. The Gurkhas live in the southern foothills of the Himalayas. They are extremely poor and naturally quite brutal.

At the same time, British India also needed them to deal with other forces from the South Asian subcontinent and intended to support them in terms of armed equipment. These two aspects created the Gurkhas' so-called reputation for bravery in South Asia.

On the battlefield, hundreds of Jiarong soldiers fired intermittently from a distance of three or four hundred meters, and then rushed forward. As a result, the Gurkhas fired bursts of fire from a distance of more than one hundred meters, and they could not hold on any longer and began to flee.

Hundreds of people let out deafening screams. They were as panic-stricken as dogs that had lost their homes and ran as fast as they could, leaving behind their flintlock rifles, other equipment, and light armor and clothes that were in the way.

These Jiarong soldiers are indeed very brave, but they are also very experienced.

The battles between Jinchuan and Dajinchuan have been going on for decades, and these guys have been trained well.

Even though most of them are only in their thirties, they basically have nearly twenty years of experience in fighting on the battlefield. When they play the role of defeated soldiers, they are natural and can easily pass for the real thing.

The Gurkhas had not originally planned to chase so far, but the defeat of the enemy was too real for the Gurkhas to help but believe it.

Moreover, the outer robes dropped by the Jiarong soldiers were often deliberately filled with silver coins, silk handkerchiefs, refined salt and other items.

There aren't many of these things, and their value isn't particularly high but not low either.

And it is precisely this that attracts the Gurkhas more and more crazy.

This requires some attention. If you throw too many things away, it will definitely arouse suspicion. People will suspect that you want to take advantage of them stealing things to kill you in return.

If you lose less, the pursuers will lose interest.

The amount you lost is neither too much nor too little. On the one hand, it will make the pursuers think that you have more on you, and on the other hand, it will not arouse their suspicion.

The subordinates were so tempted by money that they became blinded by greed. The Gurkha leader who led the troops could not control the team. About two thousand people swarmed and chased the five or six hundred Jiarong soldiers and rushed directly into the narrow passage.

In the passage, three hundred Guizhou soldiers had already been waiting for them.

Although these Jiarong soldiers fought bravely, they were, after all, wild people. They could fight tough battles and launch night attacks, but they certainly could not fire volleys like line infantry. However, Wang Lian's 300 Guizhou personal soldiers could.

"Oh no, they are not Tibetans, they are Chinese!" The Gurkha leader narrowed his eyes and saw the situation on the opposite side clearly.

Under a large red flag, three hundred Guizhou soldiers lined up with their backs against the hillside, holding flintlock rifles, with three rows in front and back standing motionless like a forest.

"Hurry, get out, get out!" The big boss let out a heart-wrenching howl.

It was a pity that the Gurkha soldiers had been blinded by money and the battlefield was too noisy, so only two or three hundred people who heard his orders clearly surrounded him and chose to retreat, while the others continued to rush forward.

"Open fire!" Wang Lian waved the command flag, and the 300 Guizhou soldiers opened fire in sequence with five seconds between each row.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of gunfire was extremely dense, and lead bullets whizzed towards the Gurkhas who were chasing happily. In this narrow path, at least sixty or seventy people were knocked down in an instant.

Suddenly, the Gurkhas, who were full of joy, went from ecstasy to fear. Without any communication, everyone turned around and ran.

This is consistent with the performance of a low-level strong army, that is, after suffering a major blow, it will not collapse immediately, but will be able to retreat relatively less chaotically.

"Reload quickly, fire another shot!" Wang Lian did not let the soldiers start chasing because the Gurkhas had not been completely discouraged.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Another round of volleys of gunfire, this time killing another forty or fifty people.

Amid screams, the Gurkhas finally couldn't hold on any longer. Hundreds of them died in less than a minute. It was too horrific.

But what was even more terrifying was yet to come. The Jiarong soldiers who had just fled as defeated soldiers immediately rushed out from behind the Guizhou soldiers' formation.

This time, they were no longer the crying and shouting defeated soldiers, but tigers and wolves holding long knives and bombs.

Dozens of bombs exploded among the Gurkha crowd. Then, amid the scattered limbs and arms, five hundred Jiarong soldiers rushed into the Gurkha ranks like wild boars and immediately scattered the Gurkhas.

At this time, one or two thousand Gurkhas discovered that their commander had run away, and the enemy, who had just fled like a mouse, was chasing them like a tiger.

The collapse came at this moment. No matter how fiercely they chased us when we came, how miserably we ran away now.

It seems that people should not live too clearly.

At the outermost part, the Gurkha leader did not abandon his soldiers. He lined up more than 200 people who were still under his control outside and beat drums and gongs to remind the defeated soldiers to return to the battle line.

Although the drumbeats gave confidence to the fleeing soldiers, they also provided guidance for the pursuing troops.

More than 500 Jiarong soldiers gave up chasing the deserters and rushed straight here. The Gurkhas didn't even have time to fire their muskets before the Jiarong soldiers rushed in.

Unsurprisingly, the so-called Gurkha troops, who were fighting against the Sikhs and Indians, were one level lower in combat effectiveness than the Jiarong troops who had fought against the most elite Eight Banners troops of the Qing Dynasty in Jinchuan for decades.

Therefore, when the Gurkha leader wanted to struggle, his more than 200 personal soldiers were instantly defeated by 500 Jiarong soldiers.

A sturdy Jiarong soldier, Quma, came flying over from a distance with a big laugh. He held a big gun (revolver) in both hands, which he got from somewhere, and fired a burst of shots at a distance of 20 to 30 meters, knocking down five or six Gurkha soldiers and exposing the big leader.

The big boss was terrified, but he still mustered up the courage to roar and slashed towards Quma with his Gurkha knife.

Despite his stature, Quma was incredibly agile. With a graceful deflection, he dodged the scimitar, even finding time to sheathe his two precious muskets back to his waist and pull out a short-handled axe. The blade pierced the air, a flash of blood emanating from it. The leader screamed in agony, his left hand wielding the knife splattered with blood as Quma chopped it off.

Amid screams, two Gurkhas tried to come to the rescue. Quma chopped down the one on the left with an axe, then threw the axe, accurately hitting the back of the big leader who was trying to escape.

Then, amid the increasingly shrill screams of the big boss, Quma rolled over, picked up the scimitar dropped by the big boss, and stabbed the Gurkha coming from the right to death with two stabs.

After doing all this, Quma raised his scimitar in a dashing manner, rushed forward and beheaded the big boss with one stroke. Under the jealous eyes of his comrades, he tied his head with the scarf wrapped around the head and tied it around his waist.

When Wang Lian easily defeated 2,000 Gurkhas with more than 900 men and killed them all over the ground, the Gurkhas' attention was indeed directly attracted.

Singh, the defender of Resoma City, was sweating profusely and sent out his last reserve troops to support the defeated soldiers.

Luo Siju was waiting for this moment. He decisively gave the order, and the 600 carefully selected Black Flag Army soldiers, armed only with swords and guns without even using muskets, forced their way through the fire control range of the northern blockhouse, and then headed straight for the pontoon bridge.

General Singh then realized that he had been tricked. He didn't even order anyone to cut down the pontoon bridge, because such a critical pontoon bridge, which transported a large amount of goods to Qiangtang every year, must be built very sturdy.

It cannot be destroyed in a short time, at least for more than ten minutes, and more than ten minutes is enough for the enemy to rush over.

"Impossible, impossible! Could it be that the rumors are true? Has the Emperor of Aurora sent his imperial guards to attack us?"

General Singh muttered in horror. As a distant descendant of the Shah family of the Gorkha royal family, General Singh knew something. However, he did not expect that what he regarded as a rumor turned out to be the truth.

In extreme fear, General Singh even used the word "Australia".

The defending general fell into fear, and the soldiers under him suddenly became leaderless and were soon killed to the south of the Resuo River.

Under the pincer attack of the Black Flag Army led by Hai Lu and Wang Lian's troops, the two blockhouses only resisted for half an hour before the soldiers inside abandoned the fort and fled, running down the mountain madly.

Luo Siju immediately led his army across the pontoon bridge and completely controlled the fortress. The Gurkha soldiers who followed him captured the city of Resoma, which was not far from the Resuo River.

The battle lasted only three hours from start to finish, and at least an hour and a half of that time was spent by Wang Lian's troops taking a detour.

This crucial battle gave Luo Siju a clearer understanding of the Gurkhas' combat effectiveness.

They are slightly stronger than the Hui warriors formed by Adasi, and are basically on par with them, making them not such a soft target.

. . . .

Resoma City is famous for its border trade. In recent years, after the Gurkhas took control of Qiangtang, they continued to force the sale of their inferior Indian goods to Qiangtang, resulting in an extremely abundant supply of goods in the city.

Luo Siju was overjoyed. Although the quality of Indian goods was not good, it was much better than nothing.

Now that he had enough supplies, Luo Siju had time to think about his retreat. Resoma City was only seventy kilometers away from Yangbu, the capital of Gorkha.

Moreover, the further south you go, the higher the temperature and the easier the road will be to travel, making it entirely possible to achieve a quick victory.

"Tell all the merchants in the city that if they are willing to transport supplies for us and help us capture Yangbu City, I will give them double the amount of their losses in Yangbu. Also, bring General Singh to me."

Soon, General Singh, who was wearing a white turban, a narrow-sleeved robe, and a very typical Gurkha mustache, and his senior officers were brought up.

These Gurkhas have certain similarities with Sikhs, especially in appearance and dress.

"Do you want to live?" Luo Siju didn't beat around the bush, but went straight to the point.

General Singh said nothing, and Luo Siju was not polite either. He signaled to the soldiers around him with his eyes.

The bodyguard stepped forward, grabbed the turban of a Gurkha officer and tore it apart twice, then pulled his hair and inserted the dagger into the left side of his neck.

The spurting blood splashed all over General Singh, and he trembled even more violently.

"The Great Emperor has no intention of ruling Nepal, but a unified Nepal that doesn't know what's good for it is certainly not what the Great Emperor wants to see.

The three hundred feudal states of Nepal before were the ideal situation, do you know what I mean?"

Luo Siju began to tell lies to mislead the people. Well, it wasn't completely lies, because Dayu did not intend to rule Nepal directly immediately.

Bad place! Bad people! Bad place!
The input and the gain are totally disproportionate. No, it should be said that there won't be much gain at all.

Because even if Nepal has some profits, it has to cross Mount Sumeru (the Himalayas) to transport them to Qaidam, and the journey from Qaidam to the inland is a terrifying one.

I'm afraid that even if it is a silver coin, the shipping fee to Chengdu will be comparable to its own value.

The most important thing is that few Han people are willing to go to such a rotten place, even if they are nobles. In the short term, at least for twenty or thirty years, it is impossible to directly rule.

Therefore, the best way is to dismember Nibāla.

No! This is called returning to the situation before the Gorkha Shah dynasty unified Nepal. Each tribe was a semi-independent regime, and even each valley had its own king.

What Dayu could get was to send some of the Qiangtang nobles and soldiers, as well as the Jiarong soldiers, to these places as vassals, and then wait for opportunities to control them step by step.

As a descendant of the Gorkha royal family, General Singh naturally understood this truth. "My family is all in Yangbu. My father, wife and son are also in the city."

General Singh had few options, and he put forward his conditions in a low and rather weak voice.

“They will all be fine, as long as you help us take down the Yangbu quickly and prevent the chaos from spreading, then this won’t be a problem.

Get up, General Singh, believe me, as long as you are loyal enough, the emperor will definitely reward you greatly."

Well, the enemy just now has now become our helper. The benefits are big enough and there are few people who cannot be bribed.

"General, the merchants in Resoma City also agreed to help us, but they want three times the reward." The officer who went to lobby the merchants also came back.

Luo Siju chuckled, this was very consistent with the personality of a businessman.

"Give it to me, even three times as much, but tell them that all the gold, whether it's the statue, the utensils, the ingots, or the gems, must be handed over to us."

Luo Siju also knew that apart from gold, nothing else from Nepal was worth bringing back to China. As for other things, they were really not worth much to the army.

On March 20th, after only about a day's rest, General Singh fully disclosed the defense situation of Yangbu. Merchants familiar with the road were willing to lead the way and took the initiative to undertake transportation.

Luo Siju left Hailu to guard the city of Resoma and the floating bridge, and took 5,000 soldiers and 7,000 to 8,000 local refugees, and headed towards the Gurkha capital Yangbu at night.

(End of this chapter)