The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 663 Want to make progress too much

fighting?

What battle?
There's no fighting here, this is just an arrest.

Under the command of Chen Guangtai, the Han army, with 4,500 governor's standard-bearers as the main force in the center, 5,000 soldiers from Lower Burma as the two wings, and Chinese volunteers as the reserve, easily defeated the 70,000 to 80,000 Pyu people in the vast wilderness and made them flee in panic.

Mo Gongze saw from a high place that those Piao people could not actually be called an army.

Because they only had a dozen or so hard-to-move cannons, there were probably only three or four thousand muskets among 80,000 men.

Most of them are old, low-quality brown basses made in Fort William, India, by the British thirty years ago, and they are not easy to use at all.

Even Mo Gongze saw a lot of matchlock guns. What era was this?

As for the others, they were naturally swords, javelins and rattan shields, and many of them were wearing rattan armor.

Mixed in the huge crowd were many elephants, with gorgeous packs on their backs, which were clearly telling the enemy that the officers were right here.

Mo Gongze narrowed his eyes and saw the governor's standard-bearers pressing forward in lines, and hundreds of light infantrymen also began to shoot accurately. Although there were many Piao soldiers, they had basically no ability to fight back, and just kept falling down as the smoke rose.

At the same time, the standard bearers and the vassal army artillery also occupied the high ground and completed the calibration, and began to prepare for the real bombardment.

As a top student at the Brienne Military Academy in France and a junior of Napoleon, Mo Gongze still had some command ability. He said to the three cavalry officers beside him:
"The Piao people will soon collapse. Divide into three teams, each with 100 cavalrymen. Attack from these three directions and don't stop until you reach the war elephants.

Then, using hand grenades, we will drive the elephants away from the crowd and let these beasts trample the Pyu infantry, causing the greatest disorder possible."

Mo Gongze had 400 men under his command. He released 300 of them and left 100 to protect himself. This young prince valued his life very much and he would not take the risk of leading the troops himself.

However, there is nothing wrong with the arrangement. In this situation, the cavalry should directly attack the enemy's command system. Whether it succeeds or not, it can cause greater chaos and make it easier for the infantry to squeeze and advance.

Sure enough, the Pyu people could still hold on. After all, there were more than 80,000 of them. When they gathered near a small town east of Ava City, they immediately seemed endless.

The Third Battalion of the Du Biao, which had already engaged in a firefight with them, fought for an hour and only killed or wounded more than a thousand people. It was still a long way from being defeated.

Mao Wen has also recovered from the initial panic of being hit hard, and he still has two trump cards in his hand that he can use.

The first was the two thousand king's guards under his control, and the second was the three thousand elite soldiers he recruited from the Pyus who fled to Ava.

Especially the latter, each of them has a grudge against the Han people. Either their wives and daughters were abducted, or their land was occupied, or they were simply escaped slaves from Han farms.

Everyone has reason to hate every Han Chinese in Lower Myanmar, so their fighting power is quite good.

At least until hatred is overwhelmed by the threat of death, the desire to fight can be guaranteed.

Mao Wen was far away from the grassroots team. He only saw it for an hour and only lost a few people, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the 80,000 people.

But he did not realize the spreading effect these deaths and injuries would have on his army, causing fear to spread at a speed that he could not understand.

He also didn't notice that Mo Gongze's elite cavalry had already reached the hilltop to observe the assault position.

It was also unlucky for the Pi people that they happened to run into Mo Gongze returning home to ask for Abu, and they returned home in glory.

His arrival perfectly made up for the lack of professional cavalry in the Governor-General of Lower Burma's standard-bearers and the vassal army.

It's really unlucky for the Piao people.

On the battlefield, as Mao Wen shouted loudly, orders began to be passed down, and the Pyu people, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, seemed to have stabilized their position.

Especially after the thousands of Pyu people who had a deep hatred for the Han people went to the first row, they launched wave after wave of counterattacks with roars, which not only boosted the morale of the surrounding Pyu people, but also achieved some results.

At least the Han army's hunters did not dare to go too far and kill the Piao people indiscriminately.

But at this moment, the Han artillery, which had completed the trajectory adjustment, opened fire.

Forty-eight field guns fired fiercely from three directions. Every time a bullet hit the enemy, a trail of blood would appear among the Pyu army with broken limbs and arms.

Mao Wen gritted his teeth and ordered his Royal Guards to lead 10,000 men to the west to capture the artillery position, or at least drive them away.

This was the opportunity they were waiting for. When the Piao people were mobilized on a large scale, Mo Gongze waved his hand, and the three cavalrymen of King Lu's guards on the hillside immediately swooped down.

If it were a normal battlefield, 300 cavalrymen charging into a huge infantry phalanx of 70,000 to 80,000 people would be a complete suicide.

But this time it was different. Among the 80,000 Piao people, few were real soldiers, and the few thousand who did were transferred to the front and attack the artillery positions.

Therefore, the three cavalrymen of the King of Lu encountered were just able-bodied men who were similar to farmers in the fields.

These young and strong soldiers looked in horror at the cavalrymen with bright flags and gorgeous uniforms swooping down on them. Without even thinking, they immediately dodged.

Block? What are you thinking? Block?

Although many young men saw the enemy cavalry swooping down, they were stunned and numb when the gunfire rang out, so they didn't even think of intercepting them.

Then they heard even more violent explosions and the terrified roars of war elephants. The originally loose team began to crowd and shove each other.

At this time, these people felt that something seemed wrong and they shouldn't have let so many cavalrymen go.

But at this moment, for these militiamen, there was nothing they could do except stand on tiptoe in fear, looking around, and unconsciously asking the people around them, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

They hadn't even seen the enemy except for the cavalrymen who had just rushed past and looked like noble lords.

The cavalry of the three guards of King Lu were simply killing like crazy here, because no one fought back at all, and they had never felt so good before.

After rushing over, they would first scare the crowd with carbines, then chase them and chop them with sabers, and these guys would be chopped down like branches.

If they encountered some people who were gathering together to resist, they would throw a bunch of bombs at them, and then the crowd would run around like termites whose nest had been overturned, and the Three Guards cavalry could then continue to chop them with their sabers.

It was much easier when the cavalry finally rushed to the designated location.

Because elephants are quite smart. After all, their heads are so big, so they have to think about something.

So, as soon as these war elephants saw the cavalry throwing a barrage of bombs at them and the explosions sounded, they immediately shook violently from side to side, shaking all the people and things on their backs off, and no matter how the elephant slaves tried to comfort them, it was of no use.

After lightening the load on their backs, the elephants let out a cry of terror, called their friends and began to flee.

The lethality of these things is not comparable to that of line infantry. Animals weighing several tons are under stress, and sometimes even muskets cannot stop them.

The Pyu people naturally understood this, so they chose to run away as soon as the elephant started running wildly.

At this time, the Piao people who had just witnessed the cavalry charging in "understood" what had happened from the cries of their own people.

The elephants were frightened, the army was defeated, and Lord Maung Win was killed by the Myo Hyang people.

Any one of these was enough to cause the Pyu soldiers to have a mental breakdown, and as more and more people spread the news frantically, the crowd became more panicked.

At least tens of thousands of people fell into panic within a dozen minutes.

They were already poorly trained, and many of them believed that it would be difficult to survive on the battlefield. They were extremely nervous, and at this point, how could they remain calm?

Many people threw away their weapons and ran around like headless flies.

That’s not all, they were running and shouting at the same time, which was really terrible. They were already nervous, and with the wild running and shouting, their physical strength was quickly exhausted.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old Piao man ran in fear until his legs and feet became sore that he slipped and fell to the ground without paying attention.

When he tried to get up, he was knocked down again by the panicked crowd, and then more panicked big feet stepped on him in a panic.

"Dad, Dad!" A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old screamed miserably. His father, who ran in front and heard the scream, turned back without hesitation to save him.

However, at this moment, more feet stepped on the little warrior, and soon he vomited blood from his mouth and disappeared in the blood and mud.

"My son!" The old man let out a shrill scream, his eyes bulging and he felt like the world had turned red. "It was you, you trampled my son to death!"

In extreme rage, the old Pioneer swung the long knife in his hand and chopped the person next to him who had just stepped on his son.

Blood splattered everywhere and screams were heard.

This caused complete chaos. Originally, everyone was just running away without seeing any blood, but now, the event of seeing blood has been triggered!
In order to save their lives, many fleeing Pyus immediately drew their knives and stabbed the old Pyu to death. However, when the blood splattered on everyone, everyone's mood changed.

Those who hold knives look at other people holding knives as if they are lunatics who are about to stab them twice.

"Boom!" In the distance, a bomb flew over a distance of dozens of meters before exploding above the heads of the crowd. Countless people continued to run around in panic.

But they all had knives in their hands!

"Hahahaha, great thing is done!" Chen Qiuze laughed wildly without caring about the dignity of a provincial governor.

"My Lord, I am right, aren't I? These Pyus are no longer as powerful as they once were under the command of the White Elephant King, who could fight against the Eight Banners Army."

Chen Guangtai, the Marquis of Zhuma, spat fiercely in the direction of the distant Piao army.

Damn it, how could you be so incompetent? Now, these conservatives are going to be laughed at by radicals like Chen Qiuze.

At least I have some ability to fight back, damn!
"Marquis Huating is indeed the most trusted pillar of your majesty. It is I who made a mistake." Although he was attacked, Chen Guangtai still had to admit that Chen Qiuze was right.

Well, no matter how outrageous the other party was originally, as long as you win, it is right, at least it is right now.

Seeing Chen Guangtai convinced, Chen Qiuze smiled and said, "Your Excellency is here to command the army. I, the governor, will enter the city."

"Entering the city?" Chen Guangtai's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief, "Are we going to Ava?"

"Of course!" The heroic spirit that Chen Qiuze had when he entered Hangzhou alone and called on Hangzhou righteous men to encircle and kill the Eight Banners soldiers came back in an instant.

"I helped Meng Yun deal with these stubborn people and saved him from the fire. He will know what to do."

Chen Guangtai was even more confused. Why did we kill so many Piao people here and save Meng Yun instead?
Forget it, I don't want to.

Chen Guangtai shook his head and decided not to try to guess what this top-notch turban was thinking.

He had not read much, but he had good command ability. He chose to spur his horse forward and head left immediately.

Here, there are more than 6,000 Pyu people squatting.

However, they were not captives, nor were they the enemy. These people were the middle-class Pyu people who benefited from the migration of Chinese to the south, as described by Duan Tingdewin.

They did not follow Meng Yun, but instead took the initiative to surrender when the imperial army was marching upstream.

They recognize the situation and are eager to make progress.

"Go ahead. This is the last test for you to become Chinese. The empire needs your loyalty." Chen Guangtai said to the Pyu leaders kneeling on the ground.

Many of these people had originally passed the language and customs tests, but the Confucian classics were too difficult for them, and some of them were stuck for five or six years without being able to pass.

When faced with those who are truly ready to surrender and are qualified to do so, but are stuck at the stage of being stupid, the basic operation is to let them make meritorious contributions as a reason to avoid the last stage.

Of course, only the person involved, as well as his wife, children and daughters, can be considered Chinese. Others, don’t even think about taking advantage of it, as the Chinese identity is not that easy to obtain.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir!" A voice with a fairly standard Nanjing Mandarin accent was heard, and everyone's face was full of longing.

. . . .

On the top of Ava City, Meng Yun watched the Pyu people on the other side of the river being slaughtered in various ways, and the ups and downs of the Jinsha River (the Yiluo River above Ava is called the Jinsha River). He had no expression at all and was very calm, as if the people being killed were not his people.

Not only him, but his trusted Cardinal Minister Duan Tingdewen also had the same expression.

After a while, Meng Yun slowly said, "After this battle, everyone will realize that there is no way to resist.

Unless there is a major upheaval in the Celestial Empire, the Han Chinese will be the absolute rulers of the Eastern world, and no one will be able to resist them."

When Duanting Dewen heard Meng Yun say this, he did not act as a humble subject as usual. Instead, he replied in a relatively equal and less servile tone:

"Yes, they should have been the masters. If the Ming Dynasty had not looked down on this land and was reluctant to send a prince here to rule, we would have been gone long ago.

In other words, the Qing Dynasty was a Han Chinese regime, and during the reign of Xin Piaoxin, we should have become part of the empire."

The reason why Duan Tingdewen raised his posture a little bit at this time was because he knew his king Meng Yun very well.

This is a very smart and resourceful person, but he will never die for any ideals.

What he just said was not meant for himself as a court minister, but for himself.

Meng Yun was hinting to himself that there was no possibility of struggle and he could surrender.

Sure enough, the next sentence Meng Yun said to himself: "If an imperial official could come here at this time, I would kneel down and beg for mercy. With such a minister around, His Majesty must be so wise."

Duan Tingdewen shook his head slowly. The battle wasn't over yet, so how could anyone come? No one would joke with their own life.

Then, in the next second, Duan Tingdewen was stunned looking into the distance.

Meng Yun followed his gaze and saw dozens of cavalrymen escorting a senior official in a python robe.

Meng Yun took out his binoculars and took a closer look. Behind the official in the dragon robe stood a royal banner with inscriptions on both sides:
Governor-General of Hanchuan and Arakan, Commander-in-Chief of Military Affairs, Food and Penalties, and Governor-General of the State of Arakan

'The Imperial Edict, the Imperial Grace, the Heavenly Blessing, the Restoration of the Nation, the Assistance of the Fortune, the Honest and Powerful Military Official, the Earl of Hua Ting'

Meng Yun was shocked by the sounds of gunfire and fighting in the distance and didn't say anything for a long time. Until these dozens of riders were about to approach the city wall, the Burmese king actually began to take off his robe in public.

While taking off his clothes, he asked Duan Tingdewen beside him, "There are rumors in Nanyang that my ancestors are descendants of Meng Huo, who came from Nanzhong and was captured and released seven times by Zhuge Liang. Now that my descendants have found their way back, there should be a glimmer of hope for them."

Duan Tingdewen also laughed unabashedly, "Your Majesty, my family also came from Dali Prefecture in the south, and my eighth-generation ancestor is a descendant of the Duan clan of Dali.

The Duan family of Dali descended from the Duan family of Wuwei. Duan Xing, a famous general of the Eastern Han Dynasty and one of the Three Great Masters of Liangzhou, was my ancestor.

As he spoke, Duanting Dewen looked towards the Shura battlefield in the distance. Those diehards should have been almost all killed.

Now that he had made the decision to become a Han Chinese, he no longer had to worry about being hacked to death by radicals who rushed into his mansion with knives.

"So that His Majesty may know that when I went to Kunming to study, I had already returned to my ancestral home in Dali Prefecture. I am no longer called Duanting Dewen, but Duan Dewen."

'Fuck you!'

Meng Yun cursed in his heart, fortunately I didn’t listen to Mao Wen and the others. If I had really chosen to resist, I don’t know how badly I would have been treated by you bastards.

I'm afraid he has already surfaced in the Jinsha River, or his entire family has been burned to death in the Amarapura Palace.

But even though he cursed in his heart, Meng Yun showed little expression on his face.

Because he understood that his best outcome would be to live as a retired official in Nanjing, while Duan Tingdewen, at least, would be an official position and he might be able to rely on him in the future.

"So our ruler and his subjects are all of Han Miao descent. We can follow the ancient Han rituals and surrender naked, leading a sheep."

As he spoke, Meng Yun had already taken off his shirt completely. With a wave of his hand, dozens of warriors whom he absolutely trusted surrounded him.

Although those who refused to surrender were killed by the Han army across the river, we still had to be on guard against the diehards in the city. We didn't want them to die at the hands of the Han people but be killed by our own people instead.

Seeing that Meng Yun was still so cautious, Duan Tingdewen felt relieved. He followed him in two steps and went to open the city gate together.

(End of this chapter)