The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 117: Subdividing, Subdividing, and Subdividing Again

Mo Zibu naturally would not rush directly into Wansui Buddha City. He still had to be wary of incorrect intelligence. If the Burmese army did not leave, he would definitely have to change his tactics.

So, not long after the fleet passed Sotaoyi, two of Mo Zibu's advance reconnaissance ships arrived outside Wansui Buddha City.

Not only did they conduct close reconnaissance, they also went ashore in the evening and captured several fishermen and their families. After confirming that the Burmese army in Wansui Buddha City had retreated and that Zhao Meng (the city lord) was indeed Nai Tongyu, they hurried back to report.

After Mo Zibu understood the situation clearly, he immediately made a decision.

He looked at Chen Lian, Wu Wenyong, and Chen Xu and said, "It seems that Nai Tongyu has not made up his mind to be a dog of the Burmese. There are no Burmese troops in the city, which makes it easy.

He only trusts his confidants and rotates them every day. Let's go straight to his heart's content.

Chen Xu, you select thirty elite soldiers to go ashore directly and hide outside the city, and kill Nai Tong's confidants who want to leave the city.

Chen Lian and Wu Wenyong each selected 150 elite soldiers to lie in wait at the harbor. After Chen Xu killed Nai Tongyu's closest associates, he changed into their clothes and escorted Chen Lian and Wu Wenyong into the city, where they killed Nai Tongyu directly in Zhao Meng's mansion.

"If that's the case, Nai Tongyu's confidant cannot be killed, and he must cooperate." Chen Xu said after thinking for a while.

"I'll give you all the authority. I can even promise you some money or land if necessary." Mo Zibu said without hesitation.

Chen Xu has been robbing people in Changsha and Shitang for years. He is more evil than the Siamese and can even speak a little Siamese. With the help of a few real Siamese under Chen Lian, no one will be able to find any flaws in his behavior.

As for assassinations, kidnappings, and hostage-taking, he is the best at it.

When Chen Xu said this just now, he was not saying that the task was difficult, but that he needed the authority to handle it on the spot.

. . . .

Kun Zhameng, holding a long sword, led a dozen people on war horses and slowly headed towards the military camp outside the city.

Although they are called war horses, they are actually just ordinary horses.

Siam is located in Southeast Asia, which is extremely humid and hot, and horses are not very adaptable to this climate.

Therefore, Siam's war horses could only be raised in the high mountains in the north, and most of the time, these horses also spent time in the mountains.

只有在10、11、12、1这四个月份，气温在25至30度左右的时候，才会来到阿瑜陀耶及其周围。

Therefore, horses were considered top luxury goods in Siam. People were reluctant to even ride them casually, let alone use them in battle. Maintaining them required a lot of money.

These war horses of Kunjamong are the symbol of their cooperation with the Burmese army.

Because the Burmese like to trade with the Siamese with war horses, which are not very valuable in Myanmar but very valuable in Siam, and even as rewards like today.

Việt Nam City is backed by the Gulf of Siam, with the port directly to its west. Therefore, military camps on land were built on the north, east and south sides, controlling the three small roads leading into the city respectively.

It was early in the morning and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Kun Zhameng yawned, shook the long sword in his hand and put it back to the side of the horse. He was still a little dissatisfied with Nai Tongyu.

Because "乃" means "desire", it was translated into "先生" in later generations, but it should be translated into "君" or "尊".

All Thai men in later generations could use it, but not at that time. At that time, it was more of an expression of a noble status and official position.

But it's not a title.

It often means that the person serves as a trusted official under Phraya, who rules a place, or that he has a close relationship with Phraya.

However, in the Sakdina serfdom, Nai was not aristocracy and could not obtain land, so his status in the system was not high.

For example, Nai Tongyu was actually a trusted official and distant nephew of Phraya Rayong. In the Qing Dynasty, he could be regarded as the staff and advisor brought from his hometown by Phraya Rayong, who was at the prefectural level.

Kun Zhamong was a lord with the title of Kun (viscount) and was an aristocrat with fiefdoms and serfs.

In the Qing Dynasty, it was equivalent to the Tongzhi and Tuiguan in the prefectural yamen. Although they were assistant officials, they were also formal officials.

If Phraya Rayong were still alive, the status of his aide Nai Tongyu would definitely be higher than that of Kun Chamon.

But now Phraya Rayong has been placed under house arrest by Taksin, and Nai Tongyu still has to issue orders to a noble like Khun Jamon, which is bound to cause his dissatisfaction.

And for the sake of safety, Nai Tong wanted to come up with a rotation system that did not allow soldiers who entered the city that day to stay in the city.

When the time came, the inner and outer gates of the not-so-large Wansui Buddha City were closed tightly. Nai Tong planned to use a few hundred people to guard the inner city, and the outer city was directly placed under curfew.

Therefore, when the outer city defense needs to be maintained the next day, the soldiers outside the city must be summoned to guard the outer city at dawn, or even before dawn.

This made Kun Zhameng, who often served as an envoy out of the city, extremely miserable. He drank heavily and spent money every night, but had to get up at six o'clock the next day. If you were in his place, you would also feel uncomfortable.

He yawned loudly, his sleepy eyes filled with mist. Kun Zhameng kicked his horse's belly and continued to move forward. Suddenly, he saw a group of people lying on the ground in the distance.

Kun Chamon didn't pay much attention to it, because it was not uncommon to see fishermen getting up early to fish, hunt, or catch crabs and conchs on the beach.

These serfs generally did not dare to look directly at the nobles, and all knelt on the ground like this.

But Kun Zhameng showed some interest and waved his hand, "Go and see if there are any good oysters, snails or something like that. Get some and fry them up."

They all reined in their horses, and a few followers walked up with laughter and prepared to rummage through the fishermen's baskets. They had no intention of paying, but it was good enough to get some fresh oysters and snails for free.

But something unexpected happened. The fishermen kneeling on the ground suddenly jumped up, and the few followers who had rushed forward with laughter had no time to react before they were cut down. Kun Zhameng was about to turn around and flee towards the dock when a short and strong man flew over and pulled him off his horse.

Kun Chameng was about to shout when the short and strong man grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground. Then with a click, the dizzy Kun Chameng's jaw was dislocated.

The rest of the people also rushed over and stabbed and slashed at the knights on the periphery. Many of them didn't even understand the situation and lost their lives in confusion.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ones at the back also wanted to run away. Chen Guangzu stood still with a longbow in his hand, took a deep breath, and shot four arrows one after another. The three fleeing riders fell off their horses.

This accuracy was very good even in the Qing Dynasty.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Chen Xu's troops, which had twice the number of men, surrounded the enemy from all sides and quickly took control of the situation.

The terrified Kun Zhameng then realized why these people were kneeling on the ground.

It turned out that they were weapons hidden under their robes. There was nothing else in the wide Yulou River except for the shining swords.

"Nod if you want to live. If you can cooperate, I might even give you something good."

Chen Xu picked up Kun Zhameng. The latter had probably guessed where these people came from and nodded quickly.

With a click, the jaw closed, but Kun Zhameng still couldn't help rubbing his sore cheeks.

The big, swollen and painful lump on the back of his head reminded him all the time not to annoy these guys.

Of course, the fact that fifteen people left the city and only five were still standing also reminded him of the cruelty of these people.

"Please spare my life, my lord. I will do anything as long as you keep me alive."

Chen Xu was stunned for a moment. This timid Siamese man could actually speak Teochew.

"My grandfather is also a Chinese from Chaozhou. I have been speaking Chaozhou dialect since I was a child." Kun Zhameng said quickly with great insight.

Well, there are quite a lot of Najins in Siam.

Although most people do not regard these distantly related maternal Najins as real Najins and Chinese, it does not prevent them from being numerous.

"The Lord will take Nai Tongyu's life, not yours. If you can cooperate, I will send you to Luokun and do the same as Kun. If you refuse, I will kill you now and we will go to rob the gate."

Chen Xu said in a cold voice, since he is a Nazhen, that’s much better, at least both sides have a common bond.

The chief general does not refer to Mok Si Bu, but to Taksin. Now that Ayutthaya has not been conquered, he cannot even appoint himself the official position of Phraya Rayong, so he can only use such a strange title.

After only ten seconds of consideration, Kun Zhameng nodded in agreement. "This is a gamble of life! Can you add a little? My family lost hundreds of years of savings in the Theppibi Rebellion."

It turns out he is another unlucky guy.

Thephipi was a younger brother of King Agada. Before the Burmese army captured Agada, he caused chaos in Pachin and many people were involved.

He is quite greedy for money. Chen Xu almost laughed out loud. But it doesn't matter whether he is really greedy for money or just pretending to be greedy, at least it proves that he is willing to cooperate.

"Since you are Nazhen, why do you still follow Nai Tongyu? You should follow the commander-in-chief. You will have nothing to lose in restoring the country in the future!" Chen Xu said with some emotion.

"Ah?" Kun Zhameng's eyes widened in surprise. "Can someone like me be considered a Nazhen?"

This immediately paused the mind of Chen Xu, a native of Xianyou.

The Hu Jian people already like to divide factions, but the Chaozhou people are really arrogant to be able to subdivide them even further below the Na Zhen.

But there's no time to hesitate at this moment. Chen Xu nodded vigorously, "Of course. At this time of national crisis, every Nazhen with blood should unite with the commander-in-chief and serve the king to restore the country."

It was really hard for Chen Xu, a pirate who couldn't read a single word, but after listening to Mo Zibu muttering these things every day, it had become muscle memory.

These words of great righteousness were spoken fluently and without any obstruction.

When Kun Zhameng heard Chen Xu speak so fluently, he immediately thought that Zheng Xin really thought so. He was overjoyed and no longer wanted the money. He became motivated.

In such a chaotic world, the most frightening thing is that there is no group to rely on, and you will die alone without knowing how you died.

Thinking that he had been accepted by the Chaozhou faction, Kun Zhameng suddenly became full of energy. He immediately told everyone about the defense deployment in the city and took the initiative to ask to go to the dock together to pick up Chen Lian, Wu Wenyong and others.

With Kun Zhameng's cooperation, things went extremely smoothly.

Chen Lian and Wu Wenyong led 300 people into the outer city, while Nai Tongyu and others in the inner city were still unaware.

When they arrived at the inner city, the guards on the city wall still found something wrong, but long before he found out, Chen Lian had already seized the gate of the inner city with thirty elite soldiers, holding two swords.

The gong sounded "bang, bang!" and the guards in Nai Tongyu shouted and raised the alarm, but it was too late.

There are only more than 200 of them in the inner city. In terms of eliteness, they cannot be compared with the murderous warriors like Chen Lian, Wu Wenyong and Chen Xu.

Wu Wenyong even had time to sneer and order the soldiers to close the already opened inner city gates. This time, they wanted to catch the turtle in the jar and not let a single person escape.

(End of this chapter)