The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 177 The Birth of a Hero
On the battlefield, with the addition of British and Dutch troops, the situation quickly became one-sided.

This is not to say that the British and Dutch colonial armies were so brave that they could create an overwhelming generation gap.

Rather, it was the colonial armies of Britain and the Netherlands, who were very experienced in fighting against the armies of local states like the Konbaung Dynasty.

Compared with them, the army of Kunlun Mountain Hall can even be said to be very immature.

As soon as these experienced colonists came on the scene, they first used only five or six hundred people to pretend to be attacking with thousands of people.

Dozens of people dared to concentrate their firepower to launch an assault, fighting and driving away the enemy at the same time, and soon cut Minmin's army into several pieces from the flank.

The most prominent feature of the battlefield in the black powder era was that vision was greatly obstructed by the smoke and dust produced by the firing of black powder.

During the Napoleonic Wars, a French guard described this situation by saying that he could only see a few dozen or a hundred of his comrades around him.

The rest of the friendly forces moving through the smoke seemed to have briefly descended to Earth from the moon and then quickly returned.

Therefore, although Minmintuo's army was large in number, they immediately fell into panic once they were cut off, because they could not see how many enemies had come, nor did they know how many of their own people were left.

Under such circumstances, this poorly organized feudal army could easily lose the courage to resist.

In the distance, Balamindin, who was backed by the small town of Zedi, knew that the situation was serious, and kept sending elite troops to try to reinforce and rescue Minmin and his five thousand men.

But only then did he realize why Chen Guangyao and Chen Lian were not in a hurry to attack him. It turned out that they were trying to prevent him from sending troops to rescue Minmintuo.

Balamindin felt a chill on his back, and for the first time, he felt fear.

How confident must the opposing coach be to make everyone believe that more than 600 people can deal with Minmin's 5,000 people. What's more terrifying is that they did it.

Humph, Mo Zibu sneered. It took him three full years and more than 250,000 taels of silver. He even beat every grandson within five generations of his kin to death with his own hands before he could train these two thousand people.

The six hundred men around him were the elite among the elite. Before being recruited by Mo Zibu, they were either long-time pirates in the South China Sea or Annan mandrills who had survived the war during the Beizheng peasant uprising.

It would be a joke if these six hundred people couldn't defeat the five thousand lowest-ranking Green Camp soldiers.

Besides, Mo Zibu calculated that the British and Dutch armies would definitely join the war, because no one would complain about the little money, and both sides still needed Mo Zibu's help.

Not to mention the Thirteen Hongs quota that could earn at least 30,000 pounds, even Mo Zibu had just acted as a matchmaker and helped Zheng Xin borrow 400,000 silver ducats from the Batavia authorities, which was approximately equivalent to a loan of 50,000 pounds.

This is a quasi-loan sharking with an annual interest rate of 20%, which must be borrowed for a full three years. It can bring 10,000 pounds to Batavia in one year, for a total net income of 30,000 pounds in three years.

This alone is enough to make the Dutch work hard in this war.

On the battlefield, the Minmintu army, covered in smoke and dust, was divided, while the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall were caught in a fanatical desire to kill.

Their organization was somewhat chaotic, but one could still quickly find the group by relying on the eye-catching rank insignia on their uniforms.

There was a company of soldiers who, even when the upper guard company commander and the middle guard deputy company commander were injured, relied on the leadership of the sergeant major and continued to fight with high morale.

Agang was in this company, and soon they encountered a group of Burmese troops, which seemed to have about four or five hundred people. These Burmese people had not yet collapsed, and under the roars of several officers, they gathered together.

Agang and the others roared in excitement, but a German grenadier with a big beard got there first, holding a bomb and rushing to the front.

"Shit!" Ah Gang looked at the flaming fuse in front of him and felt his mouth dry. He even started counting down silently in his heart.

But he knew that this guy would not throw the bomb until the last few counts.

Because the first rule for grenadiers is to be careful not to throw the bomb too quickly and have the enemy step on the fuse to extinguish it, or even pick it up and throw it back.

'Throw your mother away, throw her away!'

As the last few counts came, Agang was already cursing in his heart, his calves twitching. The bearded German man howled cruelly and threw the bomb in his hand away.

boom!
The bomb exploded while still in the air, and it was just at the right height, just above a person's head.

With the current power of black powder, if it is too high, it is basically equivalent to an air explosion, and if it is too low, it is difficult to even break the legs.

But the height of the head and the lethality are incredible, basically enough to make a large group of people fall asleep in an instant.

Sure enough, the Burmese who had been able to resist were directly blown to pieces by several bombs. Some of them rushed out howling, while most of them began to scatter.

Ah Gang quickly raised his gun and shot the few who still dared to fight to death. Then he and his comrades strode forward, chasing the Burmese and stabbing their backs with their long bayonets, just like stabbing a mouse running around on the ground.

This kind of scene was everywhere on the battlefield. Five thousand Burmese soldiers were chased and stabbed to death by a thousand people. Most of them did not even have the courage to resist, and could only cry and run away.

One kilometer away, the Burmese army in Zedi City launched more than five large-scale attacks, each larger than the last, but Chen Guangyao and Chen Lian, who were holding them on both sides, remained motionless.

At the end of the battle, hundreds of Burmese soldiers who attacked were killed and more than 2,000 were injured. They were completely unable to advance.

Of Balamindin's eight thousand men, less than two thousand were genuine Burmese troops; the rest were Mon and other ethnic vassal troops. Their fighting ability wasn't a question of strength, but their fighting spirit was truly breathtaking. Agang's flintlock rifle was gone, having just stabbed a tall, dark Burmese man to death when his bayonet, bent by the man's fierce desire to survive, hadn't been able to remove it before the shouts of killing rose again. He quickly picked up a spear and continued his pursuit.

Suddenly, a bomb rolled to Agang's feet. Agang was so scared that he almost peed his pants. But suddenly he found that the bomb was not ignited.

But then he saw another scene that made him tear his eyes out. The brave German grenadier with a big beard was stabbed to the ground by three or four Burmese soldiers, with blood and intestines spilling all over the floor.

"Damn you!" Agang howled angrily, and he suddenly felt a little ashamed.

These foreign devils were so brave for the king's cause, but he, a member of the Mo family, actually thought about escaping several times.

He thought again of A Biao, with whom he grew up, and of the days when A Biao, although lame, was served by three Indian women.

Thinking of A Biao, who was beaten by him when they were children and rolled on the ground screaming, he became a hero, but he was still afraid.

This time, shame and anger occupied Agang's entire mind. Under the extreme stimulation of these two emotions, Agang's inner courage was completely ignited.

On the opposite side, three guards were protecting Min Mintuo. They also saw A Gang holding only a spear. Two guards immediately put down their spears, and the other guard raised his long sword together with Min Mintuo.

Four against one, we can deal with this Miaoxiang person immediately.

A Gang growled. He knew that he was probably doomed. These four looked like masters, while he was alone.

But suddenly, when Agang looked down, he saw the bomb at his feet. He laughed wildly, then raised the black bomb and lit it without hesitation.

The fuse glowed brightly, standing out prominently in this gloomy morning.

Agang didn't count down because he was fearless.

The three guards on the opposite side were instantly scared when they saw Agang, whose face was covered with blood and black ash and whose eyes were crazy.

They looked at each other, and when the bomb was about to explode, they suddenly threw away their weapons, left Minmin behind, and ran away.

"Come back, come back!" Minmin shouted anxiously. It turned out that his leg was injured and he couldn't run fast at all.

Ah Gang laughed happily, like a hero who was ready to die, and looked down with contempt at a scared dog that was pissing and shitting.

"Boom!" In the final seconds, Gang threw the bomb over, and a violent explosion resounded between the two of them.

Ah Gang felt dizzy and two streams of hot liquid gushed out of his nostrils. He fell backwards with his back to the sky. It was as if there was a lion dance in his ears, with various musical instruments ringing one after another.

"You idiot!" Chen Guangzu rushed over, his nose suddenly crooked with anger. "He's just one person, can't we capture him alive?"

Seeing Minmin's half face blown off, Chen Guangzu felt helpless, but he had to give Agang a thumbs up.

"You're lucky, Gang! You've at least earned the rank of Young Guardsman. You like throwing bombs, don't you? Okay, when I get back, I'll ask the king to transfer you to the Grenadier Company!"

When Ah Gang, who was dizzy and bleeding from his mouth and nose, heard what Chen Guangzu said, he shook his head, thinking that Chen Guangzu was praising him, grinned, and then fainted.

. . . .

An hour later, at 10:30 in the morning, Minmin's 5,000-strong army was almost wiped out, with more than a thousand killed. In the end, only a few hundred people were able to escape.

Because a large part of them chose to run towards Zedi City, and then ran into Chen Lian's troops who were blocking the attack, and were attacked from both sides, with nowhere to run.

Chen Guangyao's troops launched a brilliant assault. They captured the Burmese artillery positions outside the city, seized a large number of old artillery pieces, and were turning their guns to bombard the city.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Burmese army commander Balamindin, who was backed by Zedi City, launched a desperate attack while Mo Zibu had not yet surrounded him.

Seven thousand Burmese troops charged northward in desperation. Mo Zibu immediately chose to let Chen Guangyao abandon the front line. At this time, the Burmese army was at its strongest combat effectiveness and must not be stopped, otherwise there would be heavy casualties.

They can't escape anyway, so the right thing to do is to let them charge and then chase them down.

So, after the Burmese army broke out of the encirclement, Mozibu immediately led his troops and chased them while eating dry food. There was no need to fight at all. It was just like hunting. He could kill anyone he caught up with. The Burmese army did not fight back at all.

At five o'clock in the evening, the Burmese troops, who had been running intermittently for four hours, could no longer run. They gathered by a small river and tried to resist.

Mo Zibu waved his hand, and the morale of the Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers soared. After a round of volleys, they shouted "Victory!" and started charging.

The more than 4,000 Burmese soldiers who did not flee collapsed after holding out for less than ten minutes. Countless people were killed or driven into the river and drowned.

The Burmese army commander Bala Mindin escaped with only a dozen trusted confidants on horseback, while his 13,000-strong army was completely wiped out.

　Yesterday, my child pricked his finger on a nail while playing downstairs. He spent most of the day at the hospital, getting stitches and a tetanus shot. He didn't get home until after 5:00 PM, and I just can't finish coding. I'm about 7,000 words behind, or two chapters. I'll try to catch up within two weeks.

　　Then there is the issue of weights and measures. Generally, unless there are special circumstances, I will use the established metric system. Otherwise, it would be very troublesome to write about as there are too many countries. The book will also include chapters on the protagonist's contribution to the unification of global weights and measures.

　　
　
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