Hpakant Iron Mine, on the map of the Ming Dynasty at this time, belongs to the jurisdiction of Mengyang County, Zhongxing Prefecture, Chengxuan Political Envoy of Myanmar.

What the? You say Meng Yang Xuanwei Division? Nuo, the broken earthen enclosure on the mountain ---was blown into slag by the artillery of the Ming army a few months ago, because Meng Yang Tusi sent troops against the Ming army and refused to pay the punitive stone high, the kind-hearted Zhu Youlang had to grit his teeth and slap the ant to death: storming Tuweizi, Tusi was publicly shot, and his family sent him to Hpakant Iron Mine to repair the earth.

"Gunpowder blew the knights to pieces, and likewise, the local officials, and all the intertwined relationships and feudal obligations on which they depended were all lost in the roar of gunpowder."

Because Myanmar is vast and sparsely populated and lacks labor, the foremen dare not use them to death for the time being--- if they exceed the death target for this month, they will be deducted from their wages. Therefore, six taels of food per day and a little minced fish are guaranteed.

But the fact that the pit could drown people at any time in the dark, the whips and shouts of the overseers, and the pigsty-like dormitories were all painful.

The Qing prisoners were better, but the accommodation and food conditions for their daily battles were not much better anyway. But for the pampered Tusi family members who don't touch the ground, this is much more painful than the Abi hell.

Every day, people die of exhaustion in the mine, and then they are dragged out to feed the dogs--- in the words of the overseer, you rebel against the heavenly soldiers, disobey the emperor's order, and it is already the emperor's grace to let you live to atone for your sins, and you still want to have a place to bury when you die? Okay, a pair of straw mats with twenty stones of ore, a pair of thin-skinned coffins with a hundred stones of ore, these additional dug up, and they were buried.

Hearing that there was so much to be added to the task, the miners who were clamoring for the burial of their relatives stopped clamoring, and in front of their dead relatives and their living selves, their sore arms and backs made them choose themselves.

The sun rises slowly from the northeast, and the sunlight shines through the fog, staining the leaves with dew.

By this time, it was autumn, and the weather in Myanmar had cooled down considerably, which was good news for the overseers: the cooler weather meant that they could spend more time driving them to work, and it was easier to meet their daily quotas.

In a fairly good mood, the overseers came out of their booths and whipped up to the miners they were in charge of.

"Pigs! Dead lazy! Isn't it enough to sleep for so long? ”

Even if the hut without walls is aerated all year round, the smell of not bathing all year round is disgusting. But the overseers were used to it, and they just whipped them far away.

After months of suffering, the miners reflexively jumped up, put on tattered straw sandals and sewn together rags and went to eat. As for the clothes--- according to the words of the overseers, it will become like this if you are given clothes to wear for two days, what kind of clothes will be issued?

Breakfast is a thin porridge with pickles, but there is no limit, and the miners can mix a belly round after drinking a few bowls. The food of the overseers was better: the porridge was thick, and there were some vegetables and vegetables drenched in oil, and the smell of oil from a distance was worse for the miners than digging two more baskets of ore.

But do you think the overseers are happy? No! At least Comrade Zhu Jiao was not happy at all, but as a scholar, he was assigned here to be a supervisor, managing this group of barbarians to plow the earth, even if the food was better than when he fled, what happened? Mixing with mud legs all day long is a great insult to him.

The ninja's stomach was sour, and Comrade Zhu Jiao lifted the whip and prepared to whip those lazy miners. "After eating so much, you're a pig, right?" A half-baked Burmese phrase spat out of his mouth, and the whip whipped the air in the air...

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Zhu Jiao's whip fell to the ground, followed by the sound of rocks collapsing. Not far away, a mine supported by pillars was rapidly collapsing, and the cracking of the stone kicked up puffs of dust.

There was a chaotic rush and killing sound nearby, and the miners who were about to go to work were divided, some of them were excited and began to attack the overseers, and some people tried to take the opportunity to escape--- those who escaped before were beheaded, and now when will they not be? The white-skinned Qing prisoners looked at them blankly, not knowing what to do.

The Hpakant Iron Mine was located in the rear, and the defending Ming army had only one outpost scattered everywhere, and most of them were cold weapons. As several sentinels were wiped on their necks, the iron ore immediately became a pot of porridge.

"What's the panic, put it away!"

Zhao Jianfan put up the flag, quickly untied his bow and arrows, and shot a series of arrows towards the Burmese in the distance. As soon as he got up, when he was at his most powerful, several rounds of extremely accurate arrows knocked down several Burmese men who had only sackcloth clothes.

The Ming army gradually retracted, took out all the long-range weapons they could find in their hands and exported them forward--- some even picked up stones. But the Ming army not only couldn't suppress the other party, but instead attracted the opponent's long-range firepower. The men in the line with bows all stopped, drew their bowstrings and threw them at a forty-five-degree angle.

Within a hundred paces, hundreds of Burmese people flashed over almost all of them. A thin line of spears resisted only slightly, and was overwhelmed by the Burmese whoasting screams.

Listening to the shouts of people who spoke the same language as themselves, the Burmese miners broke out completely, and many of them joined the queue of attacking the Ming army empty-handed or with stones, and each time they attacked, the Ming army would lose at least one person.

"Mandarin Duck Array!"

At the sound of the order, the Ming army immediately split into two, from a horizontal line to two hedgehogs covered in thorns.

Zhao Gongfan's hand became more and more difficult, from being full every time to only pulling three-quarters of the way it was still difficult to pull, seeing that the bowstring was showing signs of breaking, Zhao Gongfan simply picked up the spear and stepped forward to fill the position. If there was time to wrap a new bowstring, he might have become a Burmese ghost.

"Thorn!"

Several groups reflexively stabbed out at the same time, killing several enemies while losing one of their own.

"Thorn!"

"Thorn!"

As if they could not finish killing the Burmese, the Burmese miners began to pick up the weapons of the dead and voluntarily "serve as cannon fodder".

Zhao Jianfan stabbed several enemies to death in a row, and his hand was a little weak, but before he could rest, there was another enemy in front of him.

Zhao Gongfan subconsciously stabbed left, but he didn't think that the other party didn't dodge or dodge, and flew in the direction of Zhao Gongfan!

"Oh no, his gun is longer than mine!" Zhao Gongfan's heart is not good, but where is the time between the lightning and flint?

"Whoosh!"

An arrow suddenly pierced the back of the man opposite Zhao Jianfan, causing him to collapse limply.

Zhao Jingfan looked into the distance with his spare eyes in confusion, and saw a "Sao Tartar" holding a bow that he didn't know where to pick up, and naming the enemies he was facing.