From the point of view of later generations, Ava City is just a larger county seat. Even the main road, newly named Fuguo Street, is only six miles long. Scattering the sporadic interception of the Ming army, dodging the occasional cluster of arrows and lead, most people clearly saw the city gate.

The bearded man was thinking about his fate, but he realized that something was wrong: the city gate that had just been opened was not known when it was closed!

Besiege? Inexistent.

Unless they have wings and can fly out; Otherwise, as soon as the city gate is closed, thousands of people outside will not be able to enter, and these shrimp soldiers and crabs without heavy weapons composed of veteran soldiers and neighborhood gangsters will definitely catch turtles in the urn.

However, there is no way out, and if you don't run, you will definitely die. Ran away... It's just a little later to die.

Faced with this choice, everyone chose to die later. The smarter ones ran to the side at an intersection and tried to forcibly find a house to hide, but after a few rough knocks on the door, there was a scream. Now, no one dares to go to either side.

Seeing that the heads of the people below were getting bigger and bigger, I don't know how many black pipes stretched out of the battlements on the inner side of the city wall, and the direction of rotation was aimed at the beating heads.

Seeing the bird guns at the head of the city, some people subconsciously wanted to turn around, but when they saw the Ming army chasing behind them, they had to dispel their thoughts and rushed forward against the wall.

"Bang bang bang..."

In a volley, more than half of the rebels under the walls fell.

The rest of the people with big lives were stunned and at a loss.

Where else can you run?

Seeing the target in front of him, he was so frightened that he couldn't move, and several soldiers with loud voices came out and shouted in Burmese words like "Those who surrender will not die."

The former wolf and the tiger, surrender does not necessarily mean death, and if you surrender, you will definitely die, so everyone threw down their weapons.

A sentry of Ming troops rushed up and dragged the living aside, weapons piled up casually. A weapon of this quality would be a fate for the Ming army to be sent to the blast furnace for recuperation.

The one who fell to the ground was briefly looked at by the hygienist, which is also the routine of every battle. Heal not only your own wounded, but also the enemy's.

Of course, the resources spent were different: the hygienist did not try to treat every enemy who was still alive, but only picked out a few lucky guys to bandage them--- who only bled a little and did not hit the large blood vessels, and the others were given a good time.

From the point of view of the Ming army, it was "stingy" to help the Burmese, but from the point of view of the Burmese, it was extremely merciful to treat the enemy's wounds. Seeing the Ming army's "merciful" bandaging of their companions, the captives understood that their lives had been saved. Burma has long believed in Buddhism, and some captives whispered to associate the benevolent Ming army with Buddhism.

For the strong, human beings have an innate instinct of worship.

However, it was not the compassionate Bodhisattva who commanded the Ming army, but the calculating Zhu Youlang. It is another thing for these Burmese people to be able to save their lives, and it is another matter if they can save for a few months, and the Ming army did not rescue them out of good intentions, but Burma is vast and sparsely populated, and the labor force is really insufficient. As captives, they would work in the pits for at least five years.

The bearded man turned his head to look at his subordinates, and couldn't help but feel a little disdainful: The person who beat you like this is still a bodhisattva? But thinking about himself, he didn't say anything: Didn't he also become a prisoner of the Ming army?

"Does anyone want to carry a stretcher? The stretcher bearer will add a dish to eat at noon. As the victors, the Ming army did not want to carry a stretcher for their enemy, so a Ming army who knew some Burmese came to ask questions.

Such a "civilized" gesture made the captives feel safer, and many of them expressed their willingness to carry them out of Stockholm syndrome and love for their comrades.

"All hands up, speech can't be heard clearly!"

The Ming army counted the numbers, and there were more than sixty people, far exceeding the required number.

"One, two...... "Tall or short, sturdy or thin, Burmese were dragged out.

Counting to forty, the soldier stopped.

"Alright, come with me!" The soldier gestured to the stretcher in the distance.

Outside the city, the Ming army entered a state of pursuit like race walking. These Burmese people have low combat effectiveness, but they are not inferior to the Ming army whose physical fitness is stronger than theirs.

Even, some people, with their familiarity with the terrain, suddenly "disappeared" inexplicably.

Even if the Ming army didn't want to care about those stragglers in groups of several people for a while, the group of guys in the distance who seemed to have Hot Wheels on their feet were getting farther and farther away.

Because of the haste of preparations, the pursuing troops did not carry any baggage. It sounds like a way to speed up the troops, but it's not necessarily good news for the soldiers: it means they have to carry everything on their own backs. There were no galoshes, no concrete roads, and the pursuit of the soldiers was just walking. There was no vehicle to carry armor, and Zhao Gongfan, who was wrapped in dozens of catties of iron, was wearing a stove.

The sun was rising, and it was getting hotter and hotter under the shade of the trees, but the soldiers had already run out of water. Someone suggested going to find water, but they were immediately turned back--- first, the ghost knows where the water is, and second, the second is that he can't walk away after drinking diarrhea, so he has to be grilled alive into meat skewers.

Soon, the soldiers suffered from heat stroke, and Mr. Qian, who led the team, had to agree to stop and rest. Found a wood, the soldiers hid under the shade of the tree, gulping down water. The Ming army, which was completely "lightly armed", didn't even bring much heatstroke prevention medicine such as wind oil essence and marching scatter, and they couldn't walk anymore after stopping like this.

"Be quiet!" Zhao Gongfan was sweating profusely, his whole body was slimy, he was already irritable in this day, how could he endure such noise from his subordinates? "Do you want to eat military sticks?"

"Master, how dare we provoke military sticks, it's really hot."

A clever soldier answered, Zhao Jingfan glanced over, and saw that he had become a water man, thinking that those enemies who had been out of sight did not know where to be happy, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Am I not thirsty? Can this point be walked now? These monkeys are really fast. ”

After a few commotions, the soldiers also lost their strength, and each of them lay down next to the tree like a dead dog, not bothering to move it even if there were ants lying on their stomachs. Sweat ran down the pores and soaked the soil beside him.

Zhao tried to keep himself awake. The Burmese are much more heat-tolerant than their own people, and if they sneak up on themselves at this time, how many of these sleeping people will be able to get up?

But after all, he is fleshy, even if he is stripped naked and only holds a spear, Zhao Gongfan also feels all kinds of malice from the sun and Shangguan. If Mr. Qian brought a few chicken carts, why not be trapped in the scorching sea, now it would be nice to have a bowl of mung bean soup.

It didn't take long for Zhao Jingfan to stand it himself, so he found a tree to rest.