"Shoot a platoon?" Henry's face was difficult to look at at once, he had a total of thirty people, even if Ye Kaixuan's thirty people were added, there were only sixty people in total, so many people lined up to fight with thousands of Burmese soldiers, even if the arquebus was used on the other side, the casualties on his side could be imagined.

And he came to the East to make some money so that he could go back to Paris to live a good life, not to come to the Far East to play and queue up to be shot!

If he really wants to have such an 'awareness', why not just stay in Europe or North America, why come to this South Sea, which can heat people to death?

"One hundred pounds, I will pay one hundred pounds for the war, add another hundred for minor injuries, two hundred for serious injuries, four hundred for those killed in battle, let your people write their wills, I will go to Europe with Bishop Peter soon, you don't have to worry that your relatives in Europe will not get money after you die in the war!"

Looking at Henry with a gloomy face, Ye Kai directly offered a big price that the other party couldn't refuse, aren't they white-skinned thousands of miles here just for money!

And this money definitely doesn't have to be paid by himself in the end, Isarasong is still surrounded, as long as this Rama II is rescued, I'm afraid I can't afford to pay a few pounds?

If you can't save it, uh......... It is estimated that he also died in battle, so there is no need to save money!

Henry's face was still a little hesitant, but at other times, it was better to say that sixty people went to fight with more than a thousand people, this is not a war, it is simply to send them to death.

Ye Kai looked at this coercing French ghost with a smile, he touched his chin, and reminded gloomily, "Henry, don't forget, twenty years ago, it was these Burmese, how did they deal with the French in Salem, do you think you can survive if you don't work hard?" ”

Near Yangon, in what is now Burma, Salian was originally part of the Kingdom of Arakan, where in 1601 the Portuguese de Brito, who served as King of Arakan, established a small colonial state.

Later, when they were defeated by the Taungoo Dynasty of Burma, all the Portuguese, women and children, were killed, and the self-proclaimed king de Brito was tortured by cruel wooden donkeys.

Around 1750, the French and the Dutch occupied it again, and in 1756, after the establishment of the Gongbang Dynasty, Yongzhiya led a large army to attack Salem, and after a three-month siege, Yongzhiya's army captured Salem again.

This time, the Burmese Emperor did even more ruthlessly than the Taungoo Dynasty 200 years ago, he demolished the walls and churches of Salian, burned everything he could, and killed more than 1,000 white-skinned soldiers, more than 2,000 old and weak women and children, as well as merchants and missionaries!

A French missionary who escaped by chance once cried that the Burmese dressed in black had not only killed all the people in the city of Salem, but also rats and birds!

Henry the Smoker shook violently, the cruel reality was in front of him, and after a short silence, he nodded helplessly, "Everything is under your command, Mr. Zinedin!" ”

The sound of fried bean-like explosions came and went, puffs of green smoke rose from the vicinity of the village, and the smell of choking sulfur filled the surroundings, and Burmese soldiers and dozens of Ye family and Quang Nam soldiers shot at each other across the wooden village.

Ye Kai's heart calmed down a little, the Burmese on the opposite side also looked coerced, and the training should not be very good, they started shooting three or four hundred meters away with arquebuses, this is just to complete the task.

On his side, although everyone's faces were very pale, because of the protection of the side wall of the wooden village, the performance of the brown bass flintlock pistol was much better than that of the arquebus on the opposite side, so the shooting effect was much better than that of the Burmese on the opposite side, but the lethality was still not very good.

Of course, Ye Kai didn't expect them to do much damage, he did this just to seduce the Burmese musketeers to shoot, the barrel of the arquebus was shot seven or eight times, and it was basically used when it cooled down, without the musket, the threat of the Burmese would be much smaller!

This was how the Eight Banners played back then, they seduced the Ming Dynasty firecrackers who were not as trained as them to run out of ammunition, and then rushed up to slash and kill.

Sure enough, the Burmese officers also noticed the problem, and they shouted loudly and angrily for their soldiers to come closer.

As a result, as soon as the coerced Burmese soldiers approached, they entered the effective range of the flintlock pistols before they could shoot.

'Bang bang bang! Another burst of firecrackers sounded, and the Burmese who came over fell seven or eight in a panic, and the frightened Burmese firecrackers hurriedly retreated, and an officer armed with a Burmese scimitar roared angrily, and the knife in his hand smashed at the retreating Burmese soldiers!

Just as he kept urging his soldiers to move on, there was a 'bang', and a stream of bloody arrows flew out of the officer's head, and he fell to the ground without snorting!

Anna smiled proudly and began to work hard to 'open the sewers' again, and the Burmese firecracker Hulala, who had lost her command, simply ran further!

The horn sounded again, and the dozen or so Burmese musketeers at the front of the line were pulled out of the crowd again, and then died under their own swords, and several Burmese heralds on low horses and with flags on their backs galloped back and forth, their mouths loudly passing orders.

At the urging of the warlords, the Burmese soldiers slowly began to form a formation and rushed up, but this time, all of them had already crowded together, and they were no longer divided into small phalanxes.

It was at this time that Ye Kai, who was standing on the wall, saw this scene and knew that the opportunity had come, after several tug-of-wars, in fact, the morale of the Burmese people was not very high, killing people could be powerful, but it could also arouse hatred!

In fact, don't overestimate the ability of the feudal army to withstand damage, Ye Kai estimated that the death and wounds of the Burmese are now close to ten percent, and as long as a few hundred more people are killed, this Burmese army will collapse.

'Tick Tick! The strange and alarming suona sounded, Ye Kai didn't have a Western military band in his hands, only a few children of the Ye family could play suona, so Ye Kai let them make a cameo appearance in the military band, not to mention, this kind of desolate and suitable sound for lying down and listening is quite penetrating.

"Gentlemen! Soldiers! Show the pride of the French and crush the Burmese in front of you, and Monsieur Zinedin and the Prince of Siam will reward you handsomely for your heroic deeds! ”

Henry drew his command knife and was the first to take a step, lining up to shoot in the era, grassroots officers are a high-risk industry!

Sixty people lined up in three horizontal columns, stepping on the sound of ticking suona and began to advance, and the Ye family musketeers on the wall of the wall released their last shot, and after they finished fighting, they had to pick up big knives and spears and charge with Ye Kai and them.

The orange-red flames flashed, and three or four more Burmese people at the front fell, and the panicked Burmese soldiers huddled together, all cowering, eager to squeeze into the bodies of others.

An angry officer had just stepped forward, and before he could speak, there was a crisp 'dang', and he fell to the ground again.

At the back of the Burmese army, a gold-armored officer commanding on a war elephant waved the flag in his hand, and another small officer stepped forward.

'Bang! Without exception, he fell to the ground!

"Bang bang!" Without the coercion of the officers, the frightened Burmese musketeers put down their muskets indiscriminately, as if they were being chased by tigers, and they couldn't wait to squeeze to the back, while the people behind who stepped forward to release their guns squirmed reluctantly, and no one wanted to go up and be shot.

With another wave of the brightly colored flag, a sweaty officer walked up again with a pale face, but his luck was better, the smoke from the arquebus obscured Anna's vision, and the barrel of her gun was no longer usable!