I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

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As early as the Longqing period of the Ming Dynasty, there were [-] Chinese in Nanyang.

After the Opium War, countless Chinese came to Nanyang.

There are as many as 500 million "contract workers", or piglets, who were trafficked all over the world like Zhu Fugui's master and servant back then.

Among them, the vast majority came to Nanyang.

Sibu, a city in British Malaya.

Here, 90% of the population is Chinese, known as Little Fujian.

However, today's Little Fujian is already in ruins.

The city's originally chaotic, but prosperous Chinese-style streets were all blown up beyond recognition, the wooden houses were reduced to ashes, and the stone archway in front of the street had also been turned into rubble.

British officers rode tall horses, and with the assistance of a group of horsemen patrolling, tied the Chinese with ropes and strung them into a string.

The Chinese Language Association, which originally taught Chinese and Chinese, is already in rubble.

On the ruins of the school, there are more than 30 crosses.

The villagers who were chained hands and feet felt sad when they saw the men, women and children tied to the cross.

This is Mr. Chen Anmin's family.

Master Chen is not only a wealthy businessman in Sibu, but also the sugar king of the entire Sarawak.

Different from the colonists’ stealing and plundering, Mr. Chen Anmin started as a coolie in a sugarcane garden. Relying on his hardworking hands, flexible mind, and hard-working qualities, it took him more than 20 years to establish The sugarcane gardens and sugar factories that belonged to the Chinese were set up.

The quality of Chenji Tangpu's sugar can rival the sugar of foreigners, and it has an outstanding reputation.

In the Chinese circle of British Malaya, Mr. Chen is well-known.

And this name is not a bad name, but a good name.

Although there are some unavoidable elements of the clan and the township party, but generally speaking, Mr. Chen is willing to do good things, helping the Chinese, helping the village, not to mention building bridges and roads, and is recognized by everyone as a honest and honest elder.

However, just today, this nearly seventy-year-old man was arrested for no reason by the British and Malaysian authorities.

His sugar mills and plantations were destroyed, machinery removed and workers interned.

Even the Chinese language school that Mr. Chen cherished most and invested huge sums of money to preserve the roots of the Chinese nation was bombed by the British with cannons, and 36 members of Mr. Chen's family were tied up here.

Looking at the rubble all over the ground, Chen Anmin's eyes were full of pity, but not much sadness.

Several Malay and puppet soldiers beat him to pieces with whips, but he actually laughed.

The British officer who was standing under the banana leaves to avoid the scorching sun pouted, and a guy with oily hair and pink face and a small middle part ran forward.

He smiled and asked, "Master Chen, long time no see, do you remember me?"

"It's you? Luo San?"

Chen Anmin, who kept smiling all the time, no longer smiled when he saw the visitor, but looked disgusted, "You took refuge in foreigners?"

"Look what you said!"

Luo San took out his fan and fanned it, and said triumphantly, "What do you mean by taking refuge in a foreigner! I am working for Her Majesty the Queen of England! Besides, my name is no longer Luo San, but Luo Yuehan!"

You old bastard, let me tell you the truth!You know foreign countries, colluded with Ming people, and secretly purchased gold in Nanyang for Emperor Zhu Fuguigou!

That's right, I was the one who reported it to Governor Smolin!

Lin Bei, you made so much money, I took ten taels of silver from you, and I was expelled from the Chen Mansion by you. If you did the first grade of junior high school, don't blame me for being fifteen taels of silver! "

"Hmph, I was blind at the time, and I didn't realize that you are such a person who forgets your ancestors!"

Chen Anmin cursed angrily, but in an instant, he laughed again.

Luo Yuehan said angrily: "Old man, why are you laughing!"

"Hahaha!"

Chen Anmin laughed, his gray beard was stained with blood, trembling up and down, "It's you who I'm laughing at! Dewu has been a traitor to foreigners for 11 years, I've never seen such a stupid bastard!"

Chapter 665 Chinese Armed Forces

Just when Luo Yuehan was furious and was about to take a whip to clean up his old club, a dark cavalry rode on a tall horse and rushed all the way.

The local Malay natives are generally darker because they have a lot of Negrito genes.

But obviously, this cavalry is better.

The cavalryman who came was not a Malay soldier, but an Ah San.

Judging from the complexion and appearance of this Ah San, he was a high-ranking Ah San of a low caste from the southern Deccan Plateau.

He stopped his horse, gave a military salute to the British army, and reported to the British officer who was enjoying the shade under the banana tree in curry-flavored English with the movement of shaking his head: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, the latest order from Mr. Governor, please Concentrate all these Chinese people on the dock for loading."

"Oh?"

Hearing the words "concentration" and "shipping", British Second Lieutenant Howard showed a meaningful smile.

He has an older brother who works for the Metropolitan Police.

In his last letter home, his brother had given some details about how the Home Police and Border Force in London arrested Jews and concentrated them.

"Treat these damned Chinese the same way you treat Jews!"

Howard nodded, without any doubt about the authenticity of the other party's identity and order.

If the other party is a Malay, Howard may think one more step to further verify the other party's identity.

But the other party is an Indian.

In Sarawak, apart from working for the Governor-General, what source do these Indians have?

What's more, such Indians who can speak English are even rarer.

……

The road from the Chinese school to the pier is not far.

Under the persecution of the bayonets of the Malay puppet army, the Chinese, men, women and children were driven to the dock like livestock.

Along the way, it is not that there are no young people who want to resist, but they have no capital to resist.

It wasn't until this time that they regretted why they didn't have weapons or rifles in their hands.

"When a friend comes, there is wine, when the jackal comes, there is a shotgun!"

This is a folk song that has been sung all over Nanyang with the rise of Dongxue, and it has a special charm.

It's a pity that the first time I sang, I didn't know what the song was like, but when I sang again, I was already in the song.

Donghak members who were active in Penang and other places before came to Sarawak to promote Donghak, and many Sarawak Chinese also very much agree with their ideas.

It is indeed a fascinating and beautiful vision to build a Greater China that can compete with the Caucasians, or even surpass them.

It's a pity that the Chinese in Sibu and other cities in Sarawak are resistant to fighting because of their commercial success.

Like Mr. Chen, many donated money and goods to Daming, but there were almost no young people who responded to the call of the Dongxue Party members and formed their own armed forces.

In their view, it was too dangerous to engage in armed struggle under the noses of the British.

If it is not done well, it will catch fire on the upper body.

If you do business honestly and make money, you can also succeed.

It wasn't until now that they suddenly realized that their mistakes were too outrageous.

The Chinese are hard-working, good at doing business, and like to accumulate wealth, but they do not seek political rights, do not form armed forces to protect themselves, and pin their illusory sense of security on the pity of foreigners and the so-called "spirit of contract". This is really naive.

Contrary to Sarawak, they also heard something about Penang.

After the Ming Dynasty declared war on Britain, the British and Malaysian governments immediately dispatched military police to control Penang, an important rubber producing area.

However, when more than 100 British soldiers and more than 2000 Malay puppet troops prepared to use an afternoon tea to subdue the Chinese, they were hit hard.

Under the resolute attack of the Chinese guerrillas in Penang, the British and Malaysian troops suffered heavy casualties and withdrew from the Penang area in despair.

This guerrilla team is well equipped and well trained.

The leader is a pair of brothers and sisters named Wu Peng and Wu Xiaomei.

Both siblings are rubber plantation workers and senior cadres of the Donghak Party.

They also have a child who is thousands of miles away, who is Gu Hongming, a famous scholar who lives in Edinburgh and is engaged in the literary creation of the "Sea Martyrdom" series.

Gu Hongming and Wu Xiaomei are still childhood sweethearts.

But Gu Hongming is a big pig. When he arrived in Edinburgh, at a young age, with the manuscript fee for his creation and the aid of the Ming Dynasty, he had slept with more than double-digit Scotch shepherdesses.

Wu Xiaomei was disheartened and determined to learn from the concubine Yin. She didn't like red makeup and loved armed forces. She personally killed several Malay second devils in the defense of Penang.

The story of Penang inspired the Chinese in Nanyang, but some people blamed them for the arrest of Chinese in Sarawak by the British and Malaysian governments.

It is said that some people resisted the British, so the British and Malaysian authorities hunted down the Chinese.

Mr. Chen scoffed at this statement.

If you don't resist, won't foreigners use knives?

The Jews did not resist, so wouldn't the gas chambers of the Anza devils be opened?

What's more, Nanyang Tu Hua, not just this time?

Not only Mr. Chen, but most of the Chinese in Sarawak, after years of education and influence of Dong Xue, may not be able to have a firm determination to follow His Majesty Zhu Fugui, but they will not believe such stupid remarks.

It's a pity, whether you believe it or not, now people are swordsmen and I'm fish, it's too late to say anything.

No matter how godly Zhu Fugui is, he cannot save the Chinese in Sarawak.

Moreover, this great son of heaven is rich all over the world, will he care about us little abandoned people in Nanyang?

In the memory of the Nanyang Chinese, no Chinese emperor has ever really upheld justice for them in all previous massacres, whether it was Wanli or Kangxi.

Everyone was ashamed, dragged by the rope, walking step by step, waiting for the judgment of fate.

When they were exhausted, the team finally stopped.

On the pier, there were indeed more than a dozen Western-style wooden-hulled boats moored.

In Malaya, there are iron-clad ships, but wooden-hulled ships have not been eliminated.

After all, this is Nanyang, which cannot be compared with Europe and Northern Yinzhou, which have initially completed the second industrial revolution.

The docked wooden hull ship is very old, but it is very big, with many masts and Mi Zi flags hanging all over it.

These giant sailing ships symbolize the absolute force of Europa, which was invincible half a century ago.

Of course, in this day and age, these broken ships are still regarded as treasures by the Spanish poor. Even the British and Malaysian governments do not expect them to be used for military purposes.

However, transporting prisoners is a good choice.

Howard noticed that not only Sibu, but also Chinese from other towns in Sarawak were gathered here.

Their faces were bloodstained, and they were gathered in one place like pigs and dogs, and they were detained on the spot.

After greeting his colleagues in charge of several other cities, Howard found the Indian who brought him here and asked, "Where's your chief? Hurry up and hand over! Speaking of which, how do the higher-ups plan to deal with these Chinese? Going to the sea? These boats are not enough, right? Could it be on the spot..."

The Indian shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, many people will die on this beach!"

Howard took out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and said with emotion: "Hey, what a beautiful white sand beach, it's going to be stained red with blood. It's a pity to think about it!"

The Indian continued to shake his head and said, "Yes, yes, it is indeed going to be dyed red soon!"

After waiting for a long time with the cigarette held between his fingers, Howard couldn't help but frowned before Ah San in front of him lit his cigarette.

As an officer of the British Empire, if I stretch out my finger in Crimea, the Turks will nod and bow and light a cigarette;

how?

When you arrive in Malaya, won't you light a cigarette for my noble British lord?

Or simply lack of vision?

Looking at the stupid Ah San in front of him, Howard felt that the latter was more likely.

He scolded loudly: "Don't you have eyes? Your noble master needs to light a cigarette!"

Ah San still shook her head and said, "Yes, yes, let's smoke another cigarette, I should smoke another cigarette."