Bolimbang is the capital of Sri Buddha's death.

As an old power that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the hegemon of the South Seas, Bolin State is of course not bad as the capital of Sri Buddha's death, since the earliest establishment of Sri Buddha's country, Bolin State has been the national capital, and it has a history of nearly 400 years.

Benefiting from the important geographical location of the Eastern and Western sea trade routes, Sri Buddha made a huge profit from the operation of the East-West sea trade after his death, whether it was the use of the port to supply passing ships, or the establishment of a trading port to extract tax revenue.

With the affluent economic conditions, the abundant spiritual food brought by the southern sect of the Futu sect, and the protection of the powerful navy and army of Sri Buddha's deceased country, it can be said that the inhabitants of Bolim State are a group that the people of the entire Nanyang countries are quite envious of, and they are undoubtedly very proud of themselves in front of other people.

As a city dweller who has lived in the state for generations, he has always been proud to be a native of the state of Bolin, which is not only wealthy, but also the political, cultural, and trade center of the entire Nanyang Islands, which is literally two worlds compared to other remote areas of Sri Buddha's country.

His family has lived here since his father's generation, and he is still born, raised, and married here, and it seems to him that his children and grandchildren will continue to live that way.

However, things seem to have changed a little now, because Bolinbang, which had not been attacked for nearly a hundred years, was suddenly attacked, and it was attacked by a group of Han Chinese who came by boat.

The faces of the residents of Bolin Bang City were no longer bright, their faces tensed one by one, nervously paying attention to every sound near the city wall, the elderly, women and children of each family were hidden in the room, and only the young man, who was the head of the family, remained outside.

Mo Lizha and his younger brother looked vigilantly at the city wall in the distance, it was the city wall of Bolin State, the tall city wall and the city gate that was too congested in the past seemed to be the only way to ensure their safety, and the army of Sri Buddha was relying on the city wall to resist the Han people who came to attack.

Standing in the courtyard of his house, Mo Li looked at the street that used to be extremely crowded with people, but now the street has become extremely sparse, and in the past, he only felt that the extremely narrow street seemed to be extremely empty, only some young men who were probing their brains could be seen from time to time behind the walls of each house, and they were all looking for news outside.

There were also some brave young men, after seeing the patrolling army passing, jumped out of the wall of their house and quietly ran quickly in one direction, Mo Liyu knew that these people were all going to the nearby Zongka master to inquire about the news.

Master Zongka is a well-known wizard in this neighborhood of Bolin State, although the most popular in Bolin State is still the Futu Sect, but this kind of wizard that has been passed down from generation to generation still exists, and everyone always likes to go to Master Zongka for anything in the past.

Mo Li poked his head out to see that there was no army patrol passing by on the street outside the wall, so after explaining to his younger brother, he also jumped out of the wall and ran briskly towards Master Zongka's house.

When Mo Li's house came to Master Zongka's house, not only was the room crowded with people, but even in the courtyard there were many men with worried faces, they were talking to each other in whispers, and the whispering voices brought endless worry to people.

Mo Lida was more or less a resident who lived in the Bolin State era, so many people in the yard and house were familiar with him, and many people nodded slightly to him one by one after seeing Mo Lida also come, but they couldn't make the smile on their faces anyway.

When people encounter difficulties, they always like to find some prophets who seem to be able to guide the way, in the past, Master Zongka played this role, pointing out the direction for many people, but now in the face of the attack of the Han people, Master Zongka has been a little helpless.

When he saw that Mo Lida had also come to him, Master Zongka sighed and said, "I can't guide you any more, because I seem to see endless darkness hanging over our heads in my dreams, but there is still some light in this darkness, but after all, it is up to you to fight for it!" ”

Mo Li said unwillingly: "Master, is our Bolin State going to perish after all?" Can't we temporarily move to other places, these Han people will not adapt to the climate of Nanyang after all, and after they are gone, we can move back again! ”

At this time, a middle-aged man in the house said in frustration: "It's useless, do you know why the Han people suddenly came to attack Bolin State?" It was because the king, instigated by some big nobles, went to attack the city opened by the Han people in the north of Borneo! ”

Before the middle-aged man's words fell, many people next to him exclaimed, "The Han people actually set up a city in Borneo? "Needless to say, this means that as long as the Han people conquer the land in the future, they can occupy it themselves, and even multiply on this land.

The middle-aged man who spoke just now was very depressed and said: "Yes, I heard that the Han people not only established two cities in Borneo and controlled hundreds of miles of land in the surrounding areas, but even they also established their own cities in Sulu and Mayi, and there are already nearly 100,000 Han people in the entire Nanyang!" ”

There was silence in the room, and they were all startled by the news, when a voice complained: "If only the king had not been deceived by the great nobles and not attacked the Han city!" ”

Mo Li shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Do you think that if the king doesn't attack the Han city, they won't come to attack us in the future?" As a merchant who has been doing business in Bolin State for generations, Mo Li saw very clearly that as long as Sri Buddha's kingdom still occupied this important stronghold on the east-west sea route, then the Han people would have to fight sooner or later. I love eBooks

Master Zongka nodded and said: "Yes, even if the king did not attack the city of the Han people, but at most ten years the Han people will still fight, if they want to contact Western countries and do business, they must pass through our land, in previous years they did not establish a city in the South Seas, we don't have to be afraid, but this group of Han people is said to be not the same as the Han people in the Central Plains!" They are a branch of the Han people of the Central Plains, and they established their country overseas! ”

Hearing Master Zongka's words, many people in the house and in the courtyard were afraid, if it was just the Han people in the Central Plains, they would still not be afraid, after all, the Han people in the Central Plains like to pay attention to convincing people with virtue, but this group of Han people from the East China Sea who came wanted to kill people.

If it weren't for the fact that the city of Bolin State was now tightly closed, the city walls were guarded by the city guards, and the Han people were attacking outside the city, they would have fled from the city with their families and children a long time ago, even if they entered the terrible dense jungle, they would not be willing to face the terrible Han people outside the city.

If Mo Lishan hadn't lived in the city of Bolin Bang for generations, he might have thought about escaping from the city at the first time, even if he could escape for a year, but as a city dweller living in the city for several generations, escaping from the city would mean giving up the wealth accumulated by the family for hundreds of years.

And after a family has multiplied for hundreds of years, it is at least the size of dozens of people, and when these people enter the jungle, they don't have the jungle life skills of those barbarians outside the city, and they can't support themselves at all, so Mo Lida is unwilling to escape from the city anyway, and he is not willing to sit back and wait for death.

He waved his arms excitedly and said to everyone in the room: "Even if these Han people have built a city in Nanyang, but I don't believe that all these armies are adapted to the climate of Nanyang, in order to resist the invasion of the Han people, I decided to take out half of my family resources to support the king's army to fight!" ”

With Moli's lead, many small merchants who were not willing to flee like this also decided to use a certain amount of their wealth to support the army, as long as they could hold Bolin State, they could quickly earn back this wealth when the maritime trade resumed.

When Mo Li returned home, he didn't see his younger brother guarding the courtyard, but only saw his eldest son Kunda, who was only a teenager, fiddling with a spear, and when he saw his father return home, Kunda immediately stepped forward and said to Mo Li: "Father, the city guards have asked each of our families to send a man to assist in the battle, and my uncle has already gone to fight at the city wall!" ”

Mo Liyu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the current battle would be so fierce, but he didn't see any signs of the Han people attacking the city!

At this time, a large number of young men carrying spears and other rudimentary weapons could be seen passing by on the street, these were ordinary people who had been ordered to help in the battle, and from time to time the city guards went to the homes of some people to collect those families who dared to disobey the order, and once found, it would be a very tragic end.

"Father, look, what is that?" Kunda's voice immediately drew Moli's attention away from the street, and following the eldest son's hand, he was surprised to see that black clouds appeared from time to time over the city wall near the harbor to the northeast.

Wait, that's not a black cloud!

Mo Lida was stunned for a moment!

The black cloud-like thing that appeared and disappeared in the sky above the city was not a cloud, Mo Li's mouth suddenly felt dry, he finally knew what it was, it was an arrow shot from outside the city, when Mo Li was doing business in Funan, he had seen Funan destroy a pirate when he fired a large number of bows and arrows.

At that time, that scene gave Mo Lida a great shock, but now compared with the bows and arrows fired by the Han army, the scene of the Funan army launching bows and arrows is not worth mentioning, looking at the black clouds formed by the dense arrows, Mo Lida remembered the dense rainstorm during the summer thunderstorm.

Now Mo Lida finally understood why the city guards had to select young men from the people so quickly to help defend the city, in the face of such a powerful and dense fire, there were some places that could not be stopped anyway, and it is conceivable that the city guards suffered huge losses.

Thinking of this, Mo Lida couldn't help but start worrying about his younger brother, and he didn't know if these young men who had no combat experience at all could survive such a dense arrow fire, and now Mo Lida was already a little desperate.

The family hadn't cooked for two days in a row because they didn't know when the war would end, and the city had limited dry firewood due to the summer rainy season.

In order to keep their family out of the war, they simply ate perishable fruits first, then fish and shrimp in the family pond, and finally food that was easy to preserve.

In this way, the family spent two days in torment, and while Mo Li was having dinner and praying for his brother, suddenly another city guard came to his house, and it turned out that the city guard had begun a second round of recruitment, and the city wall was a little unbearable.

Looking at his younger brother's family who had not yet returned, as well as his eldest son Kunda, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, Mo Lizha said to his eldest son: "Kunda, you must protect your mother, younger brother, and sister at home!" And my aunt's family! ”

Before going out, he took a deep look at his grieving family, and walked out of the house without looking back, and walked towards the city wall in the distance!