After Mangda fled back to Ava in a hurry, he didn't even have time to take a bath, so he ordered the officials to ring the bell to summon the ministers to convene a court meeting.

But well-informed, there is no fool among the intertwined ministers, either sending the powerful servants around him to secretly communicate with the Ming army, or informing the family behind him to simply independent Burma Forget it--- Mangda can maintain the superficial integrity of this dynasty, or rely on the central army in his hand, Mangda's central army is crippled and is still being chased by the Ming army, who is willing to listen to him?

The Son of Heaven is the one who is strong and strong! Although the ministers have not heard of this famous Chinese saying, the truth is common everywhere.

The trees fell and scattered, and there were no soldiers, and those feudal lords who thought they still had private soldiers ran out to --- their own ideas, of course, they had to defend their own homes, not the public! Instead of prevaricating in the court, it is better to run away, if the king of Burma is lucky to win, he will not dare to scold them if his vitality is greatly injured, if the king of Burma loses... Isn't that a sign of deference? Why bother talking with a mascot in fine clothes?

With such a "big rebellion" in mind, the aristocracy with an extremely keen political sense chose to flee one after another, and the rich area near the palace was dead silent, and only the rut marks on the ground could tell what had happened here.

The melodious bells gradually dissipated, and those who came to the court at the beckon of Mangda counted them on both hands, in stark contrast to the court that gathered together before the war and bragged and tore each other.

Among them, there are either the small feudal lords near Ava, these people can be cleaned up after the Burmese king guards the city. Either they are subordinate retainers who obey the orders of Mangda, these people are "loyal to the king", and theoretically live on dead wages (in fact, they still have fields and serfs at home, but they are not as good as those small feudal lords).

But what power do these people have?

Do you want to find another wave of peasant soldiers to defend the city? Just kidding, the elite of the reckless Central Army were beaten like that by the platoon guns of the Ming army, what can the peasant soldiers who can't use their spears well? Even if it worked, there were more than 3,000 peasant soldiers in the nearby circle, and Mangda preferred to believe that he could let the elephants ride.

Gather up the Central Army? Although Mangda did not take all the Central Army with him, in this era when there was no rapid reaction force, when the Central Army stationed in various places arrived at Ava, the artillery shells of the Ming army might fly directly over the city wall, right? There was no unified command, and in the end it was broken by the superior forces of the Ming army... Although Mangda couldn't think of it so deeply, he also knew that he couldn't beat it.

These courtiers who have no energy will not come up with ideas, but they are absolutely observant: they don't talk about failure, and they pretend that they don't know anything; directly began to tout the reckless; Asking for a strong wall to clear the wilderness and stick to Ava, there are national mobilizers--- although this is also an idea, but if this idea is useful, will they come out?

It's not so much an idea as a lack of words.

Mangda only felt that these people were buzzing in his ears like flies, but he was not good at attacking, after all, it was good that these people were willing to come to the court.

At this time, a petty official in Ava City came out and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has an idea, but it will cost some money. ”

"Tell me about it. If you persuade the king to surrender, please say no more. ”

"How dare you! I wonder if Your Majesty still remembers those white skins that were driven away decades ago? ”

Mangda knew what he was talking about as soon as he heard it, but Ming Jun had been behind his buttocks, compared to the people who would only enliven the atmosphere and pat their ass, the bad idea also had the word idea in it, and Mangda decided to listen to it patiently.

Manda nodded, motioning for him to continue.

But where does this petty official have any insight, like those clear streams in China, he is also a person who thinks he is right when he hears something. At the moment, he added fuel and vinegar to the situation of the foreigners he knew: "The white skin is sailing on the sea, and every year it comes to Burma to trade along the monsoon, and now is the time when the wind is conducive to trading." Your Majesty can send someone down the river to the south to find the white skins. Baipi is mostly a businessman, boating thousands of miles, dying millions, only for the sea to make profits, the king is rich all over the world, millions of common people, Xu Baipi to heavy profits, borrowing thousands of his soldiers to protect the community. The white-skinned guns are sharp, and the birds and cannons of the Ming people are also learned from the white-skinned, as long as the white-skinned ones arrive, the Ming army will be bombarded back to the Ming Kingdom. ”

Most feudal dynasties are a virtue, and Mangda, as a feudal monarch, naturally does not understand the West, and does not realize how big a loophole these taken for granted words are, and what they mean: "In this case, if you know the whiteskins, you just go and contact them." ”

"Minister, you will not fail in your mission!" The petty officer said flatteringly.

Mangda waved his hand and ordered someone to give him a pen to wrap around, and this clever little official took it and left the court in advance to escape: not only can he escape from Ava City openly, but he can also take a coil from Mangda's hand and run away, which is really beautiful!

Taking the money that Manda had given him, the man went out of the city from the south gate with his servants and his family in a hurry. It didn't take long for the carriage carrying them to turn around and head north--- Uncle Ben didn't even know the white-skinned bird language, so let me go and see them? It's better to vote for Daming! In any case, if you have to be the leading party, the Ming Dynasty, which is connected by the earth's veins, is much more stable than the foreigners--- Myanmar expelled the white-skinned people who established a stronghold on the coast decades ago, and the Ming Dynasty has already arrived at the doorstep! This kind of mentally retarded remarks with the help of teachers can only be believed by fools.

With the same thoughts as him, many people left Ava City with great fanfare or sneaking lightly. People were pouring out of the gates, but most of them turned around and headed north.

The guards who were supposed to guard the city and strictly forbid to enter and leave at will did nothing. As the leading party, he not only successfully bullied the upper and lower levels to suppress everything, but also planned to wait for the Ming army to arrive, and he would get a name for himself! If it weren't for the fact that Mangda still had thousands of direct troops in his hands, I am afraid that he would have been sent to the Ming army camp by five flowers.

But on the contrary, this guard general seems to have forgotten the direct troops of Mangda.

These people were scattered all over the city, and although they did not do much to stop the fleeing people, they inadvertently let the news reach the palace. After a few days in a row, even if you are stupid as a cow, you know that something is wrong in the city.

The four doors of the palace were opened, and some plainclothes people who were obviously plainclothes kept pouring out of them. They were different in height, short, fat and thin, and slightly different in clothing, looking like a group of outcasts.

But their clean clothes and large numbers clearly told the passers-by on the street that we were sent out.