In the dense bushes, there is danger hidden, the humid subtropical rainforest makes people feel very gloomy and uncomfortable, a few banana leaves, a few kapok leaves covering the body of the indigenous people hiding in the woods, looking at the Ming army who walked by with vigilant eyes in the open space of the woods, raised the throwing gun in his hand, bent over, sideways, wrist force, shouted violently, and threw the throwing gun in his hand.

In the distance, the Ming army, who was wearing the red tasseled helmet of the Ming army, wearing silver armor, and holding a spear in his hand, suddenly let out a miserable scream, threw away the spear in his hand, held the spear that penetrated his chest with both hands, and screamed, rolled sideways to the ground, rolled on the ground twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, and froze.

This is still an elite soldier wearing armor and holding a cast iron spear, and the other auxiliary soldiers wearing leather armor have been shot to the ground by throwing guns, and the screams are continuous.

The screams were mixed with the neighing of war horses, the roar of knights, the sound of bowstrings, the sound of slapping shields, and the chaos in the woods, and behind the swaying leaves in all directions, countless Burmese natives with stout and short bodies, faces like monkeys, and faces like Sister Feng poured out.

It's all around, and in this dense wood, you can't figure out how many people there are on the other side.

At the time of the attack, the infantry battalion of six hundred men, together with two hundred cavalry and three hundred auxiliary men, was marching with the aim of transporting the seven wagons of weapons and armor in their hands to another camp a hundred miles away.

A knight wearing a red cloak and wearing Ming Dynasty Mingguang armor, but wearing a black sand hat drew the Yanling knife at his waist and shouted: "Formation, infantry formation, sword and shield hands outside, spearmen behind, archers in the middle, each team ahead thirty paces, cavalry, cavalry return to the main formation, everyone surrounds the baggage and the people in the middle, the cavalry protects the baggage, don't mess up, don't mess ......." ”

"Oh, oh, woo——, woo woo ——," The battlefield was chaotic, and his shouts were almost drowned out by the shouts and charges of the Burmese natives.

The first wave of the Burmese natives threw their guns to the Ming army on the march to lose more than 100 people, which can be said to be a heavy loss and a great blow to morale.

But the Ming army was obviously well-trained, and after the panic, without waiting for the Burmese natives to come up, they changed from marching columns to horizontal formations, and automatically moved closer together, forming small phalanxes to block the Burmese natives who attacked from both sides.

After the sword and shield hand formed a shield wall, the spearman stuck the spear into the ground from behind, and then pulled out a javelin from behind and threw it out one after another, and the Burmese natives were charging, and they were also hit by the javelins and fell to the ground.

The Burmese natives gathered together to charge, a pile of piles, at this time after a round of javelins, the front was empty, only a dozen people rushed to the front, this round of arrow rain completely solved the Burmese natives on this side, but the marching team opened more than 200 meters, after the team gathered, there were inevitably some gaps, intermittently, the Ming army fought while moving closer to the general of the Chinese army.

The formation was a little scattered, approached by the Burmese natives who were not killed, many people fell into a bitter battle, the lone ones were killed by the Burmese natives with a numerical advantage, and the three and three were surrounded by more than a dozen people, fighting desperately, fighting and retreating, and fell into the encirclement of other natives who rushed out from behind, and soon after, the soldiers were either killed, or captured, or seriously injured and fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

The generals of the Ming army gathered more than 600 people among the 1,000 troops, and the rest were 40 or 50 people who were besieged in a bunch, unable to get out, and fell into a bitter battle.

The cavalry is easy to say, they can still struggle and run around, the natives can't surround them, and the people are pitiful, their combat power can't be compared with the natives who fight full-time, they have suffered heavy casualties, and most of them fall outside the formation.

After gathering more than 100 cavalry, 200 sword and shield men, 100 spearmen, 50 archers, and 200 people, the generals of the Ming army began to move their formations and slowly rescued the small teams that were surrounded and close to them.

At this time, the natives came out more and more, as if there were endless enemies in the depths of the forest that could not be seen at a glance, and one wave died, and another wave appeared.

Kill endlessly.

The sword and shield hand brandished the Pu knife, held the shield, and in the shouts of the officers, he walked with neat steps, neatly brandished the Pu knife, and the Pu knife was cold and shining, like a neatly falling blade on the harvester, cutting the enemy's head and chest, and finally making the enemy disembowel, scream and fall to the ground, or die silently.

The spearmen followed, stabbing the three-meter-long spear in such good order that no wounded, or uncared for, enemy who had slipped through the net could escape their thorns.

The archers in the back bent their bows and fired freely into the distance, looking for targets they could hit.

The cavalry in the middle of the formation suffered a great loss because of the dense woods, and their mobility could not be shown, but they had a better way, unloading their arquebuses from their saddles, reloading them, and firing a volley of rounds, so that the Burmese natives who came out behind fell to the ground.

Although the humid environment made the gunpowder crump, dumb fire, the muskets fired by the cavalry only had a firing rate of about three or four percent, and the hit rate of the enemy was only one or two percent, but it still helped the infantry brothers.

However, there were too many enemies, and there were few troops on several sides, and there were still many enemies who broke through the obstacles, and from the flanks, wherever they could get in, attacked the infantry from behind, and the archers, the cavalrymen had to throw away their muskets, draw their sabers, and go up on horseback, brandishing their sabers, and cut off the heads of the enemy.

As the battle progressed, the Ming army on the periphery was damned, and all the people who should be saved were saved, and finally formed a situation of relying on a slope and an ancient tree, surrounded by the enemy on three sides.

There were only about 100 people left, about 80 archers, only about 150 cavalrymen, 180 spear books, and 200 sword and shield men, for a total strength of only about 700 men.

And the natives were killed more, surrounded by the corpses of the natives, but the natives still rushed over unrelentingly, wielding wooden sticks, kitchen knives, stone sickles, maces, wooden chases, bamboo guns, using throwing guns, stones, short bows, horn bows, as well as ancient carrying guns, arquebuses, and even a few small tiger squat cannons with only a few dozen catties to shoot at them, charge.

Most of them did not have a single complete garment on their bodies, or they deliberately went into battle shirtless, with oil paint on their faces, garlands on their heads, and plantain leaves, and those who wore full clothes were also patched, tattered kinds, and most of them were barefoot.

If Zhang Qiang is here, if a player who has played this Total War series of games from the Roman Middle Ages must be exclaiming, wow, the barbarians have invaded, and our Ming army is now playing the role of Roman soldiers.

Although the equipment of the natives is inferior and rudimentary, the will to fight is not small, and there are too many people.

According to the estimates of the Ming generals, the enemy had almost 1,500 dead and wounded, five times the number of Ming casualties, but there was still a steady stream of people emerging from the depths of the woods, and the sound of the drowsy horns could be heard from time to time.

This Ming army was a baggage supply team of the army that Li Chengdong led from the Southern Ming Army to expedition to Burma.

Li Chengdong has been in Burma for four months, and the beginning of a journey is like a bamboo, connecting several passes and cities on the border of the Burmese, according to Zhang Qiang's orders, Li Chengdong has killed almost all the Burmese indigenous people on the border, even those people who look like Han people, leaving only some leading party and some Han or indigenous tribes who were originally loyal to the Ming Dynasty to guide them, translate, deal with those tribes who are unwilling to surrender, and pass on information.

(End of chapter)