Sun Chongya was in a very bad mood, no, very bad.

Since he was transferred to Li Dingguo's army, Sun Chongya has been constantly squeezed out by his colleagues in the Western Army--- receiving the most miscellaneous salaries, eating grain mixed with sand, and doing the hardest work...... It seems that his Sun Chongya was born to be raised by his stepmother.

And when Sun Chongya took office, he only brought his own personal soldiers, and took over the troops that originally belonged to Gao Wengui, a chief officer who could not win any benefits for his troops, and his position in the minds of his subordinates was naturally conceivable, and he had no prestige internally and was suppressed externally. Sun Chongya, who bears the name of the Son of Heaven's own general, can be described as a dumb eater of Coptis chinensis, and he can't say anything about his suffering.

And this time in the military meeting, Sun Chongya didn't get any good fruit to eat. It's not that Li Dingguo uses him as cannon fodder, but directly sees him as a child playing soy sauce--- Li Dingguo actually asked him to keep his home? If this is the case, won't all the credit be taken away by the Western Army? If you don't have merit, wouldn't you have to be a little daughter-in-law who has been angry all her life?

What, you tell me next time? The last time the Qing army was beaten so painfully, the next time it may be a few months!

He was thinking about what he would do to get out of this embarrassing situation, but he saw that the Ming army began to move forward slowly. When the Ming army walked seven or eight steps, they had to stop and form a whole team. It looks like a giant crab walking vertically.

The scouts kept running out of the army and back as if they were fleeing for their lives, each time the time interval getting shorter and shorter. Correspondingly, the officers' emphasis on military discipline and merit is becoming louder.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in front of the battle, sending a refreshing coolness to the sweaty Ming army with helmets and armor. But "if something goes wrong, there must be a demon", and the Ming army quickly found the source of this breeze---

I saw small gray dots constantly pouring out on the horizon, rapidly growing in the Ming army's field of vision, and the wobble hair-like things indicated their identity: they were the proud elephant soldiers of the Burmese army.

The flag in the leftmost military formation waved, and this was the only military formation of the Ming army armed with flintlock pistols. Li Dingguo overrode the public opinion and "eccentric" and handed over all the 400 flintlock pistols he had obtained to Wang Xi and asked him to use them intensively.

Wang Xi conservatively divided the gunmen into four rows, a row of 100 people. Each row of shots retreats to the last row to start reloading, maintaining an extremely high rate of fire that fires one round every five seconds. Behind the four rows of flintlock muskets were three rows of soldiers with spears and grenades strapped to their bodies. As the Burmese approached, the spearmen threw the grenade over the gunner's head and stood in front of the array.

Wang Xi didn't know that this formation was similar to the Spanish phalanx in Europe; But he believes that the Burmese people in front of him, who don't know whether they are alive or dead, have already lost.

Behind the war elephants were the Burmese infantry on standby.

As a special kind of heavy cavalry, the elephants of the Burmese army undertook the task of breaking up the Ming army's formation.

But to annihilate the enemy, it is still up to the infantry.

Good steel is used on the edge of a knife, and the Burmese people understand this. Therefore, following the war elephant is Mangda's direct subordinate troops, the steel industry of the Burmese is far inferior to that of the Ming Dynasty, even so, the Burmese king is still very generous to equip the soldiers in the first row with double-layer iron armor and iron masks, which can be said to be the iron army.

A small flag waved up and down, and the Burmese army phalanx at the front slowly stopped, and they all poked the ground with spear shafts.

Wang Xi heard the voice and glanced at the other side contemptuously. "Cut, this kind of carving insect skill, even the auxiliary soldiers in our army can barely do it. It's better to untie your pants pocket and scare the woman! ”

The cool breeze grew stronger, blowing on the faces of the soldiers in the front row. Faced with the muzzles and spearheads of Rulin, the war elephants were driven by the riders to turn around and walk towards the phalanx of flintlock muskets, which were considered the "weakest".

The driver of the war elephant needs to be cultivated from an early age, and an elephant will only recognize one driver for a lifetime, and it will be difficult to control it if it is changed. Because of this, the riders are veterans of decades. Unlike war horses, which weigh only a few hundred kilograms, multi-ton war elephants can rush forward with their spears through their skins, and ordinary bows and arrows and bird guns are difficult to penetrate elephant skins. What's more, these elephants still have thick iron armor on their bodies, which is simply a rat tank of this era.

With their rich combat experience, the leading officers believed that the "bird guns" in the hands of the Ming army were helpless to take war elephants. He excitedly pulled out the horns from his waist and blew them up.

War elephants can't hear, but riders can. Driven by the driver, the elephant herd gradually accelerated, and nearly 1,000 elephant legs sturdily struck the ground, using the ground under their feet as a war drum. Looking at these high-speed moving behemoths, the Ming army was slightly flustered.

"Afraid of what? The chief soldier said that as long as you throw the palm thunder out, those elephants will run away in fright, and we have cannons next to us! The sentinels shouted loudly to maintain the array.

Maybe it's to appease the soldiers, or maybe it's just to test fire. The artillery of the Ming army came out with a Franc machine, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at a forty-five degree angle to the elephant herd--- which was naturally Zhu Youlang's masterpiece.

"Bang bang bang...", and the rough iron ball rushed out of the cannon chamber with its head held high, and slammed into the wet mud. The straddle fire of the unrifled artillery naturally did not have any accuracy, and only two hit the target. One happened to knock the rider off, and the other broke the elephant's leg.

There was a brief cheer from the Ming army's position, thinking that the war elephants were about to be scared away. But the elephants couldn't hear the wailing of the rider at all, and still writhed their huge bodies and rushed forward.

Wang Xi's face turned pale, and he hurriedly asked the artillery to shoot again. But where are the artillery willing to do it? The shot at this distance was almost just a waste of ammunition and a heating of the barrel, so he resolutely refused to reload: "Master, the elephant is too far away, and if you fight now, it will be a blind fight." ”

The soldiers touched their noses and ran back to tell Wang Xi.

Wang Xi angrily pulled out his sword, wanting to force the artillery to open fire, but he was afraid that he would be blacked out in the future, so he had to give up. In a few breaths, the sound of elephant hooves suddenly increased dramatically.

Even in the back, Sun Chongya could intuitively feel that the front row of the Ming army was disturbed, not only did he not panic, but even wanted to laugh a little. If there is no problem in the front row, how can I have a chance to go up and make meritorious contributions? Especially Wang Xi is the person who has the most trouble with him, and he actually humiliated him in public. Thinking that Wang Xi, who was arrogant in front of him, was about to throw away his armor and run back, Sun Chongya couldn't hide the smug look on his face.

"Can the Western Army be scared when they see these things? Isn't it just a herd of elephants as stupid as cows? During the Tang Zhong'an Rebellion, there were also people who used the Fire Ox Array, but they were defeated..."

Sun Chongya stood and spoke without backache thinking, eagerly looking forward to this army that did not deal with him to suffer a little soon.

"Bang bang... I don't know who fired the first shot nervously, but before the sentries could give the order, many Ming soldiers shot out the lead in the muzzle, and some even shot the whole strip out.

"Stop! Stop it! The sentinels shouted angrily as they drew their swords. Which standing bastard who can't pee shoots first? ”