The improvement of Suzhou dyeing technology is first reflected in the military uniform, which is also the commonality of the entire Ming Dynasty today, and the war drives the footsteps of this empire.

The blood-red red silk cloth was covered with bright silver armor, and the purple-shaped helmet had a brown strip of cloth on it. Now the Ming Dynasty won the battle with might, just like Mount Tai pressing the top, there is no need to consider the problem of ambush concealment. Therefore, this new set of armor is mainly based on Xuanwei, which is like a divine soldier in this southwestern state.

What's more, before the Ming army started the war, it always bombarded with cannons, and the earth-shattering cannon sound was more like a brilliant heavenly might, which made it especially difficult for people to resist.

In the early days, the reputation of the soldiers and horses of the imperial court was not good among the people, and it was not uncommon to kill good people and take meritorious deeds. It was not until Hou Xuanyan swore in Jinling that he swore in the Northern Expedition, set strict military discipline, and cruel punishment measures to stop this unhealthy trend.

Later, the army's treatment was improved, not to mention the increase in salaries, there was no shortage of grain and grass, and most importantly, there was a military medical system in the barracks, and serving as a soldier became an honorable thing, and the relationship between the military and the people became unprecedentedly harmonious.

In the morning fog in Shixi Prefecture, only the noise of cars and horses can be heard, and it is difficult to see the distance ten paces away.

A few soldiers from Jingxiang Land complained about the ghost weather while cautiously following the people in front of them, and the sun had not yet come out.

In the white mist, I don't know how many people and horses were neighing, and the sound of the horses clanging and the sound of the armor matched each other, and the men, women and children of the surrounding villages were lying on the wall, looking curiously at the scene in the white expanse. Of course, they couldn't see anything, but with their imagination, they were trying to paint the whole picture of this team.

It was not until half an hour later that the sound of the march did not cease, and the sun finally came out.

The sun in the clouds gradually dispelled the fog, and the marching procession of the long snake formation finally appeared in the field of vision of the local villagers, and only the word shock could describe their mood.

The barren mountainous area limits their imagination, and this kind of majesty is something they have not imagined with all their brains, just looking at the endless marching dragons, many people feel their blood boiling inexplicably.

Peng Zhuze rode on the back of a slightly short horse, raised his hand to shade the sun and looked ahead, the border pass was in front of him, and a trace of joy could not help but appear on his face, after marching for so long, he finally saw the boundary of Jiaozhi.

It's too difficult to walk along the way, the jungle is full of bushes, overgrown with spikes, mountain cliffs are everywhere, poisonous insects and beasts are good to say, and the most annoying thing is the mosquitoes in late autumn.

These Tujia men are okay, but the Han soldiers from Huguang and other places in the north are all complaining bitterly.

These Hunan soldiers would rather fight in the bitter cold land of Liaodong and Mobei, and they did not want to take such a rugged and difficult mountain road, but fortunately, the war was about to begin.

The Siamese soldiers and horses are not strong, and the reason why they can sweep through Cochin is because of the help of the Dutch and the Portuguese, and secondly, because Cochin is too weak.

The Siamese barracks on the border are full of hook-nosed, blue-eyed Portuguese, a small country that has only regained independence from Spain for less than a decade, but has not stopped them from flourishing overseas.

After Macau was reclaimed by the Ming Dynasty, the Portuguese always wanted to find a place to re-border the Ming Dynasty so that they could make money, and it was obvious that Cochin was a helpless choice.

Strictly speaking, this place is not suitable, the traffic here is too poor, but the relatively good transportation of Burma is very strong, and the Portuguese are not absolutely sure that they can manipulate them. On the east and south coasts of the vast Ming Dynasty, warships armed to the teeth patrolled everywhere, and no one was allowed to touch this sea area. Even in Europe, no country has been so domineering in guarding its territorial waters.

Azeron took a telescope and looked north, his scouts had already told him that the Ming army was coming.

When he really saw this army, he couldn't help but say with sour disdain in his heart: Didn't they let them go to the ball, this group of soldiers dressed so fancy, was it to win the favor of Siamese women?

Azelen had just come from Portugal, he had not experienced the Battle of Macao and the Battle of Manchuria, he had never fought against the Ming army, and he did not know the combat effectiveness of the Ming army. The Portuguese soldiers in the two naval battles survived zero, and all of them were fed fish with their ships.

Azeron drew a cross on his chest, he didn't want to wait for the other side to attack and then counterattack, he gracefully took off his military hat and waved forward, "Fire, my soldiers, send these people who don't believe in God to hell." ”

The moment the Francose machine sounded, the Ming army was a little stunned, Peng Zhuze pouted like an eggplant, and said with a scolding grin: "The Siamese people don't have artillery, this must be put by the white-skinned fanzi, why are these people so stupid, and the long snake formation is still bombarded with cannons?" ”

Without the commander's command, the Ming army, as usual in training, easily hid behind the rocks and other bunkers on the mountain to avoid being injured by the splashing stones. The artillery battalion halfway up the hill immediately set up its artillery, adjusted its angles, and prepared to return fire.

Dense artillery fire hit the Siamese positions, and Azeron panicked and scolded: "Are my gunners drunk, why are they hitting our own positions?" ”

"My lord, the cannon fired by the Ming army on the other side."

It was hard for Azeron to believe that the Easterners also had such dense artillery fire, and there were too many shells, and it was necessary to clean the chamber and cool down the barrel, but the sound of the cannon on the opposite side had not abated since the moment it sounded.

This time Peng Zhuze didn't have many artillery pieces, but there were also 800 ...

This is indeed not much in the armies of the Ming Dynasty, but it is only ten times more than the one brought by the Franco. The Ming army took out their standing earplugs, blocked their ears, and opened their mouths to avoid being shocked out of internal injuries.

Peng Zhuze had seen the bombardment of Liaodong, and he could no longer see it, squinting and waiting for the shelling to end, so that he could lead the crowd to come forward to harvest the remnants of the enemy.

The royal family and officials of the Li Dynasty in the distance, looking at the battle situation in front of them, opened their mouths like duck eggs, this way of fighting was the first time they had seen it in their lives, and they had never even heard of it.

The battlefield filled with gunsmoke gradually calmed down, and the Ming army swarmed down from the mountains.

The bodies that had been blown up lay on the ground, and the smell of charred corpses was terrible, and the living were terrified.

The power of this shelling has exceeded the scope of the Siamese people, many people have become demented and have lost their thinking ability, coupled with the red-clothed and silver-armored soldiers and horses descended from the sky, they can't give birth to the slightest idea of resistance.

The new Portuguese governor of Siam, Azelen, was escorted by small soldiers to Peng Zhuze to ask for credit, Peng Zhuze pulled out a sharp scimitar and asked, "What kind of official is this?" ”

Azelon's hat had long since disappeared, and his yellow hair was blackened, which looked a little funny, and there was no so-called gentlemanly demeanor.

He nervously awaited the judgment of the enemy army, and was ready to be a prisoner, he had royal blood in Portugal, and believed that His Majesty the Emperor would negotiate with the Ming Dynasty to redeem himself.

No one could answer Peng Zhuze's question, the language of the enemy and the enemy did not understand each other, Peng Zhuze grabbed the wind lightly, grabbed Azeren's hair, and without waiting for the latter to struggle, cut off the not very big head with a knife.

Holding this head in his hand and riding on a horse, Peng Zhuze raised his voice and said: "Kill the country and raise the prestige of our army." ”

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