With Li Dingguo entering the city, the Ming army in the city finally has a backbone--- with such a mother-in-law in charge, there will be no conflict caused by different generals.

The Ming army quickly "occupied" water tanks and wells everywhere according to the unified dispatch, and also found a few bamboo water hoses, so that some troops built barricades on the main traffic routes, and the Ming army finally had the spare strength to put out the fire.

And out of fear that the fire would affect them, the Burmese people in the city also participated in the firefighting.

With the permission of the Ming army's interpreters, the Burmese brought dusty water from water tanks everywhere and poured buckets into the fire. The wells guarded by the Ming army are also constantly raising well water.

With a barrier and a steady stream of water to extinguish the fire, the fire in the city gradually subsided, replaced by black smoke rushing into the sky. The Ming army had already prepared, and they took out wet strips of cloth from their clothes to cover their mouths and noses, and most of the Burmese people were also protected by this kind of protection for the sake of maintaining order.

With the exception of the Ming army, who was near the fire to prevent the Burmese from raiding, everyone else prostrate and stared with their eyes open at where the enemy might be. I don't know how long it took, but the wind suddenly changed direction, and thick smoke suddenly poured into the palace.

"Ahh Manda choked on the smoke and sneezed and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty, it's too late to go!" Seeing that their master fainted, several people held their breath and carried Mangda into a carriage with all hands and feet. Manda's own soldiers walked on both sides, opening a "red channel" for him--- and when they saw someone blocking the way, they pierced it with their spears.

Seeing this group of guys who killed people on sight, the pedestrians on the road screamed and fled, making the streets messy. Some soldiers wanted to pick up the fallen property, but were loudly reprimanded by the officer: "If you still pick up things at this time, is it not fatal?" ”

"Passing the test" all the way, I don't know how much blood was stained on my hands, this conspicuous convoy finally arrived at the West Gate. The internal officer was about to let the officers on the city wall let him go, but he saw a black cannon aimed at the convoy!

"Oh no, it's the other way around here! Ming Dog! The internal official secretly complained in his heart, and hurriedly asked the convoy to retreat. But where can people outrun cannonballs? An iron ball weighing several pounds roared out of the gun, impartially skimmed over the roof of the carriage, and knocked several guards to the ground.

"Bang bang bang..."Dozens of birds stuck out from all around, spraying lead near the carriage. In an instant, the surrounding area of the carriage was washed with lead and iron balls.

Although the rest of the people were splashed with blood, out of loyalty to Manda, they still did not leave the roofless car. As the personal soldiers of the King of Burma, they are not only proud to be able to protect the King of Burma, but also their own composition is relatively reliable, many people even have relatives with Mangda--- Mangda is going to die, and they will most likely have to be buried with them.

The internal official listened to the sound of birds like popping beans, and poked his head out of the carriage in a hurry: "Quick, turn around and go to the south gate!" ”

As the rider drove the horse to turn westward, he heard a language that he did not understand at all, but he was very familiar with, and it was very loud!

"It's Akito!"

The guards immediately exploded, and some of them had already dropped their weapons and ran towards the surrounding alleys: although they did not know what to do in the future, it was better than to die now!

At the moment of life and death, some people choose to live.

The inner officer no longer had the heart to restrain these soldiers, and he longed to give birth to a pair of wings and carry the Burmese king out of this Shura field composed of fire and soldiers. As an internal official, when the master is dead, his own life is almost like death, not to mention the death of the country? Do the people who are still in prison expect the new master to use a foreign official?

Thinking of this, the internal official looked up and laughed in despair, allowing his body to be constantly thrown into the air by the carriage without spring shock absorption.

Zhao Gongfan, who was a hundred steps away, didn't know what the beating head in the distance was thinking. In his eyes, these people are like monsters in the game.

Kill them, and you'll burst out with silver.

And the King of Burma is a big boss, no, a treasure chest!

Today, his own general told them that we were subjected to all kinds of difficulties under the command of the King of Jin, all because we did not make military achievements.

If we say that we captured the king of Burma alive, which army will look down on us in the future? And what little lady-raised quartermaster dares to give himself the worst weapon, grain mixed with sand?

And Zhao Jingfan himself may change from a general manager to a thousand general, or even, a garrison?

Even if it's a reward of 100 taels of silver, it's fine, so that when the war is over...

With the yearning for collective and individual honor and interests, Zhao Gongfan's eyes became hollow, staring at the carriage as if he had opened an eightfold mirror.

"Boom", Zhao Gongfan ran dozens of steps on the street like a cheetah, and the huge explosive force instantly caught up with the wooden wheels that didn't even have iron sheets!

It is difficult for him to penetrate Yang in 100 steps, but if he runs within 30 steps to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, then even if it is a rabbit, Zhao Gongfan has the confidence to shoot it into a hedgehog.

Seeing the back of their commander suddenly flashing out, the soldiers were stunned at first, and then quickly grabbed their weapons and followed: just kidding, if their commander charges to death, according to military law, these people will have to cut off their heads!

A group of heavily armored samurai, like Tarzan's overpower, rushed towards the desperate officer.

Zhao Gongfan didn't look back, only felt the wind whistling behind him, and the carriage crawled slowly on the ground like a snail in his field of vision.

Seventy steps.

This distance is barely enough to shoot near the carriage.

Fifty steps.

In the distance, the Burmese were still running, and no one had pointed their guns or bows and arrows at them.

Forty steps.

Others ran to both sides, waiting for someone to search.

Thirty-five steps.

Hey? What are they going to do?

Several people stopped running, trying to buy time for the reckless escape with their flesh and blood.

Don't miss the opportunity, and never miss it.

Before they can pull out something, just shoot them all!

Once the other party takes out his bow and arrow, he has to dodge, and the king of Burma may be caught by others!

No way!

Zhao Jianfan's heart let out an angry roar, he felt a bottom-up force fill his whole body, quickly took off his bow and arrows and aimed ahead, and shot three arrows in a row.

A feather arrow broke through the air, and the three Burmese fell to the ground at the same time.

Zhao Zhifan ran forward a few steps and shot another round.

This time, it was a rain of arrows. It turned out that his comrades behind him had already followed.

Seeing that there were few people standing in front of him, Zhao Gongfan put his bow behind his back again, leveled his spear and rushed forward.

With a "bell", an iron shield slightly larger than a palm blocked the tip of the spear.

Zhao Gongfan smiled secretly in his heart: "One inch long, one inch strong, I have two layers of iron armor on my body, what's the use of your broken iron piece!" ”

In a few rounds, Zhao Gongfan's spear tip poked this person to the ground, and the other person directly threw away his weapon and surrendered, and Zhao Gongfan, who was very unhappy when he entered the city, didn't care what he said in his mouth (and couldn't understand it), and mercifully raised the spearhead and stabbed him in the throat. "I heard that Myanmar is a Buddha country, so I will go over for you on behalf of the Buddha!"

Pulling out a spear casually, Zhao Gongfan opened the carriage, which was no longer able to drive, and saw a man dressed as a palace man lying on the car and holding a person.