Wu Sangui covered his eyes in fright and curled up in the corner, screaming and crying, which made Yang Qiangyi look embarrassed.

Zhu Youlang looked at this famous traitor in history coldly, without saying a word, and his eyes showed uncontrollable pride and contempt.

He gently opened his "Zhu" lips, letting the words echo repeatedly in the walls of the dungeon: "Wu Shun Sangui, I will give you a chance." If you can come to light, I will let you out now. If not, stay in this dungeon until you die. ”

"I... Minister... The criminal minister Wu Sangui wishes to return to the Ming anyway! Wu Sangui's tongue trembled uncontrollably, and he stammered and begged for mercy. After being locked up for so long, Wu Sangui's heart only had the desire for light, and all those worries about his future and family were left on Mopan Mountain. For the current Wu Sangui, as long as he can see the light of day again, even if he cuts Xiao Ding Ding into the palace and Yang Qiangyi to grab a job, he is willing.

With a "boom", a thunder sounded in Zhu Youlang's head.

No way?

No way?

This Wu Sangui, who fought from Shanhaiguan to Burma in history, strangled me to death, and then beat me from the capital of Yunnan to the Yangtze River, was so convinced by me? Could it be that the Traveler in the Underworld really has a golden finger? Oh my God...

The excitement of conquering historical celebrities made Zhu Youlang's blood surge all of a sudden, and he couldn't stand steadily, and he almost stumbled and fell.

moved his steps and stood firm again, Zhu You didn't look back, looked up to the sky and walked out of the dungeon laughing.

The wooden door of the cell was opened by the jailer, and Wu Sangui stepped on the ray of sunlight and walked out of the dungeon, and closed his eyes again stimulated by the bright light.

Zhu Youlang was smoked by Wu Sangui, who was exposed to the sun, and took a few steps back--- without bathing or ventilating in the tropics for a long time, the smell on his body can be imagined. I didn't feel that the air in the dungeon was dirty before, but when the sun shone on it, Zhu Youlang only felt that Wu Sangui was a humanoid gas bomb.

Tightly covering his nose with a handkerchief and letting Yang Qiangyi leave the holy decree prepared in advance, Zhu Youlang left as if he had run away. If he stays any longer, Zhu Youlang, who has a modern cleanliness habit, is afraid that he will not become the first emperor in history to be smoked to death.

Wu Sangui was led to take a bath to wash away the filth that had accumulated over the days. Coming out of the bath, Wu Sangui opened the scroll of the holy decree that had not been read. After shaking his head and reading it, Wu Sangui closed it with a wry smile.

"Let me go and settle the heart of Yunnan Tusi, King Gui is really a person who makes the best use of his talents." Wu Sangui muttered to himself.

No, I'm now on the side of the remnants of Ming, if the word King Gui is heard, I'm afraid there will be a murder? I thought to myself that I must change the title.

was thinking about how to change the habits he had developed in the Qing court, but when he saw the little guy who had just served him in the bath coming over, Wu Sangui hurriedly restrained his expression and pretended to be casual.

"Master, Duke Tai'an invites the master to come over to discuss the matter."

Wu Sangui carefully looked at the little guy in front of him from top to bottom, obviously it was King Gui, no, the spy installed by the emperor. It seems that he has been more careful.

Wu Sangui didn't ask what was going on, just followed behind this little guy. Along the way, Wu Sangui vigilantly looked at every corner of the city, trying to tell what kind of place this was.

……

By the time June arrived, the atmosphere of war had permeated the rugged Shan highlands.

Because of the elephant, an animal that eats an amazing amount of food, the Burmese army marched less than eight miles in one day, and finally arrived at the foot of Mubang City at this time. And Mubang is only less than twenty miles away from Zhongxing City.

Similarly, because of the huge attrition of tens of thousands of elephants, the Burmese army had to quickly start a decisive battle with the Ming army. Otherwise, these conscripted peasant soldiers will become robbers in the countryside.

But at this time, the reckless man who was talented and sparse was frightened by the prestige of the Ming Dynasty, and he stood still for several days. The ministers colluded with the wizard and asked him to see the grain and grass that was gradually bottoming out, so that Mangda finally "had a beginning and an end" and became proud again.

Before the war, the sorcerers who accompanied the army openly showed signs of victory in this battle, which made the superstitious Burmese soldiers believe it. Subsequently, Mangda preached the wealth of the Ming people and the like, and generously announced the reward for Yongli and others. Under the dual effect of money and faith, the Burmese soldiers clamor from time to time.

The dull sound of cowhide war drums was beaten with a bang, and the Burmese army set off with a swagger and a laughing and playful ride. The elephants at the back of the team slowly moved their legs, leisurely fanned their ears and shook their noses, as if they had not heard anything--- in order to avoid being frightened by the sound of muskets and the like, all the war elephants had their eardrums punctured since childhood and lost their hearing.

Mangda stepped on the back of his attendant and climbed onto his mount, looking at the Luchuan River flowing in the distance from the high back of an elephant. Thinking about what would happen after the victory.

I heard that Han women are very different from Burmese, they have no body odor and white skin?

I heard that there are countless treasures in the palace of the Ming Kingdom? Even if it's a refugee, Yongli has brought a lot of it, right?

Heard...

Immersed in a beautiful reverie, Manda fell asleep happily.

Twenty miles was a short distance for scouts on horseback, and as soon as the Burmese army set out, the scouts of the two armies spotted each other, and then rode back.

The Ming scouts clamped the belly of the horse, allowing the horses under them to run like feathered arrows, and the horses galloped into the Ming army. "Reported, about ten miles south, more than 1,000 Burmese troops were found, and there were elephants in their team."

Hearing that the Burmese army had indeed carried elephants, Li Dingguo laughed on the horse. Waving his hand to let the scout go to inquire again, Li Dingguo ordered to line up on the spot and set up a big tent to convene a military council.

Between Mubang and Zhongxing was a wide floodplain, and the Ming army, in accordance with the military flag and orders, set up a wide and narrow inclined array on the plain on the west bank of the Luchuan River. Several red-coated cannons captured on Mopan Mountain were parked alone behind the formation, carefully wiped by the gunners. The main general and the general manager of Qian, the general family members ran around with tiger faces, like dexterous tentacles, conveying every subtle command to all corners.

A large flag danced slowly in front of the formation, and thousands of spears pierced into the sky like waves, and the dim and rusty tips of the spears lazily reflected the sun's rays. The Birdsmith examined the arquebuses and tinder wrapped around his body, while the newly reloaded flintlock soldiers loaded their ammunition in advance.

This was the last drill before the war, and although it was facing the Burmese army, which was much weaker than the Qing army, everyone's nerves were tight. Not only because he may fall on the battlefield, but also because everyone understands: the current Ming Dynasty can no longer lose.

For the sons of these peasants, Da Ming was the object of their hatred. But now it is different from the past, in front of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, who were fierce and brutal, shaved their hair and easy to wear, stook their horses, and slaughtered cities at every turn, the Ming Dynasty became the banner of resistance for all those who did not want to be slaves.

It's just a flag.