Chapter 39: Cadres Heading South (2)

Liu Guanshan slept earlier than Wang Qinian and woke up earlier than Wang Qinian. When he woke up, Wang Qinian was still muttering about his dreams--- but the content was in a booklet.

Seeing that a vulgar martial artist was so studious, Liu Guanshan couldn't help but feel ashamed, and he also took out the various pamphlets he had received and became more serious, but his eyes only fell on the pamphlets, and his thoughts had already flown into Ava City.

Every week in the small village there was a hand-copied or movable type newspaper, and although it was only a few hundred words on it, it was a great novelty for him. In this weekly Di newspaper, Liu Kanshan has a superficial understanding of the Burmese country: "A radius of dozens of miles, more than 10,000 household registrations, and a population of more than 100,000..."

Since Liu Guanshan went to the countryside, he felt that Zhongxing City, with a population of thousands, was already a big city within a radius of several miles. The population of Ava City is dozens of times that of Zhongxing, how big should it be? In such a big city, how many things should be in it that I haven't seen before?

Although he had been a servant for several months, he was still a half-grown child after all, and his youthful nature made him can't help but look at the plank above his head in reverie.

"Bang!" Liu Guanshan heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water.

"Maybe there's a bandit." Wang Qinian reflexively touched the back of the pillow, and found that it was empty, and then remembered that he had retired. "I've heard the postman say that every two or three boats come across bandits. However, they were basically beaten away. ”

The Ming gunners who were guarding the passenger ship on the outside nervously adjusted the angle of the gun barrel and calculated the distance between the bandits and the gunboat with two eyes.

"Look at it, you will come in the future!" An "old gunner" who has been studying for several months greeted the rookie next to him: "Load the No. 2 medicine bag, bloom bomb!" ”

Under the impetus of Zhu Youlang, the customized gunpowder bags and flowering shells made of old silk were popularized among the artillery of the Ming army, and the Ming country was already rich in silk, and the medicine bags made of old and yellowed raw silk were also within the acceptance range of the Ming army. The flowering bomb is better than nothing--- only a fifty percent probability of landing and exploding. Without mine mercury, you can't make a shell that explodes at the slightest touch.

Several shells rushed out of the chamber one after another. Some exploded halfway through, while others didn't blow up at all--- the lead point of this round was not good.

With a bang, a large iron ball hit the port side of the head boat, and sawdust flew in all directions.

"It's terrible, the bandits on the shore use copper cannons!" The experienced first mate exclaimed. The Ming army had also encountered bandits who attacked the fleet with cannons before, but a few days ago, they organized infantry to go up to clear up, but found that these "bandits" used cannons made of wood and copper hoops, and this kind of cannon was like a bazooka in the PLA in later generations, which had to be discarded after being fired once.

Scattered sawdust pierced a hapless sailor, who collapsed to the deck in agony. Immediately someone carried him into the cabin and bandaged him.

Luckily, the ball only hit the waterline. Therefore, the Ming army was still able to perform its own duties. In order to increase the rate of fire, and because the Burmese did not have any decent artillery, the guns on the ship were all imitations of the Franc machine, which was reloaded with a sub-gun, lit the fire door, and the cannon rumbled again.

This time, the Ming army did not dare to use unstable flowering bullets, and all they hit were iron balls. Four iron balls rolled into the grass on the shore one after another, and immediately a scream was heard in the distance.

"Whoosh...", a rocket leaped up, made a Brownian trajectory in the air and landed on the shore. The rocket was filled with extremely flammable oil, and as soon as it hit the ground, it ignited the grass around it, and the screams on the shore became even more intense.

After a while, the servant came in and told Liu Guanshan what was happening outside: "Official, there were some bandits outside just now, and they have been beaten away by the official army. ”

"Just run away." Liu Guanshan's heart was settled, and he turned his head and asked, "Brother Wang, Ava City has been taken, who can those remnants of bandits be loyal to?" Could it be that some of Manda's sons ran away from Ava? ”

"Brother Liu is making fun of me, how can I, a martial artist who has just taken off his battle jacket, know this?" With a modest mouth, Wang Qinian continued: "However, I think it doesn't matter whether there are children of the king of Burma or not. I have heard His Majesty speak to us, and at that time His Majesty said, "Everything in the world is for profit..."

"The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit."

"Ah yes, that's it, these bandits, if they don't have the big families on both sides of the strait to support them, and they don't go up the river, they will sink our ship, and what can he grab? Even the blind can see that there must be a big family behind them to provide them with weapons and food. Let's just say that the cannon outside just now, which is what the bandits were able to cast? ”

Liu Guanshan felt very reasonable when he heard it: "What Brother Wang said is that the bandits are nothing more than to grab money, and they have to fight hard with the officials and soldiers if they don't pinch the soft persimmons." However, why do the big families on both sides of the strait disobey Your Majesty? Wang Shi can even defeat the Burmese army, those people are just some family members, what can they do? ”

"I don't know about this, but I also think they are killing themselves."

Neither knew much about Myanmar, and the conversation quickly shifted to familiar matters. "A thousand threads above, a needle below." Speaking of those mothers-in-law who issued a request for implementation for no reason, both of them kept complaining.

"Phew! When I first arrived, the household department sent someone to come and give me a mission, asking my village to hand over a few hundred stones of grain at that time. Good boy! At that time, it was not the summer harvest, and it was not the autumn harvest, so I handed you the grain for the balls? Moreover, it doesn't matter if the person sent by the household is not an official, not even a small official like us! It turned out to be a servant of an eight-rank sesame official? When I was in the army, the officials often taught us to respect the court officials, yes, the court officials were sent by the emperor, and this is good. But we shed blood and sweat to protect them, are they doing this to us? ”

"And then?"

"Later, the emperor issued a holy decree not to let the household mess around, and dismissed the sesame official."

Liu Guanshan bowed to the south and said, "Your Majesty is the true saint of heaven!" ”

"Yes, the emperor did all good deeds, took care of us and made us officials, so that we would not be old and helpless, kill the Burmese local officials who were rampant, and rescue the babies... But what about those adults with wide robes and big sleeves? I have never seen the imperial court and can feel that some people just want to make trouble, which is obviously a good thing, but they want to stir him up! ”

"Yes, I feel this way in the village, but this time in Ava, most of us have to listen to these adults, so we must not be heard."

"I'm self-reflecting."

"Then I can rest assured, Your Majesty must have some difficulties inside, and it is not good to replace these troublesome adults. What you and I know, Your Majesty must also be clear. ”

"That's nature. Even the Burmese who don't know Chinese have some people who worship His Majesty's portrait at home. I have heard the Burmese people say: The emperor is the reincarnation of a real dragon, and the adult is the reincarnation of a stupid worm. ”

"Lose the courtesy and ask for the wilderness..."Liu Guanshan inexplicably sighed. Have the Burmese talked about us? ”

"It's not like we're talking about us, but there is, maybe it's good. As soon as we came, these people originally had to pay more than half of the rent, but now they only need to pay 40%. People who couldn't eat enough can eat enough, scolding us for having enough to eat? ”

Liu Kanshan also has confidence in his reputation, and the two laughed together.