The teenager shuttled between piles of Burmese--- all prisoners of war captured by the Ming army, and now they were kept in one place in the city. Zhu Youlang asked the Ming people in the city who had been plundered by the Burmese army to come out and identify the people who robbed them, so the young man got his wish and had a chance to take revenge.

The three Burmese soldiers were captured together, and when they saw the young man they had taken outside the city, they all had a look of horror on their faces, and the little Burmese soldier tried to say something in Burmese. The young man stopped and hesitated, but when he thought of his sister, he couldn't control himself anymore, punching and kicking them, looking at the Ming army with guns and knives, where did the Burmese soldiers dare to fight back? I just kept screaming for mercy.

The Ming army on the side stood aside and acted as a melon-eating crowd, allowing the young man to vent his little strength on his enemy.

"Tired?"

"Thank you, you've had enough." The boy gave a deep swipe to the soldier beside him.

"Then drag it away."

The prisoners of war were immediately dragged out of the city by the Ming troops who followed them, and taken to a clearing that had long been cleared. Before dark, the only three Ming families in the city found a dozen Burmese prisoners of war who had plundered them.

The Burmese in the city were also driven out by the Ming army at this time, and they stood in chaos on the side of the city wall in the open space. Some clever people have already guessed that these Ming people are going to kill. Someone in the crowd started talking.

At this time, the Ming army brought people from inside the city to the outside of the city, and several richly dressed lords were dragged all the way to the open field and thrown together with the stinky Burmese soldiers.

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhu Youlang in the distance waved his hand. Mu Tianbo walked to the crowd with a general and began

Read out the charges of these people in the vernacular: "The Burmese soldiers tied up here are all those who have killed my people in the Ming Dynasty." And this so-called city lord not only betrayed my Daming, but also killed you at will. ”

"Now, this official wants to ask, if you can stand up and expose this thief's cruelty to the people, and if you say that there is evidence or physical evidence, you will be rewarded with at least half a stone of grain!" This is naturally Zhu Youlang's idea, since there is no cadre team for land reform in later generations, it is better to directly use material stimulation, even if some of them are false, it will not hurt.

The general quickly translated these words into Burmese. These words fell like a boulder into the calm waters of a lake, causing huge waves. After a brief silence, the crowd of onlookers on the side cried and scolded loudly.

Mu Tianbo asked the general affairs to come out one by one to complain, and he sat on the chair and looked at this unprecedented scene and worried: "This is in Burma, according to what His Majesty said the method of dividing the fields and gathering the hearts is feasible, and the Juntian system in the Sui and Tang dynasties also has something in common with this, but if this method is used in the mainland, I am afraid that it is not a gathering of hearts, but a distraction!" ”

The roars of the disheveled, dark-skinned peasants in front of them rose higher and higher, and as the bitter people complained loudly, everyone found that the lord and his family had done so many bad things. Stones and the like flew out of the angry crowd, and if they weren't poor and didn't even dare to throw straw sandals, the old men would have been smoked to death.

The worry in Mu Tianbo's heart turned into fear: "The people can make it, but they can't make it known... Alas, is this the way of the first king, Your Majesty? If this is the case everywhere, are those gentry afraid that they will all vote for tartars? If the gentry have thrown themselves into the Tartar, how can the Ming Dynasty have a foothold in Shenzhou? He is not only afraid of the power contained in these vulgar people, but also afraid of Zhu Youlang's "insistence" and losing the hearts of the people on the Shenzhou Continent.

Mu Tianbo only thought about himself, and didn't notice that it was already dark. The general had to forcibly end the grievance meeting so that nothing would happen during the night.

"Grandpa Guo," the general asked, turning his head to him.

"Alright, let them shoot." Mu Tianbo's thinking was interrupted, and he waved his hand unhappily.

A Franc machine comes standard with five guns, which means that it can shoot five times in a row in a short time. Although the artillery accuracy machine of this era is touching, the accuracy is meaningless in the face of distance---- the muzzle of this improved version of the black hole Franc machine is within ten meters of this pile of people.

"Put!" The gunner lit the fuse on the fire door with a fire rope.

With a dull cannon sound, a six-pound iron ball was pushed out of the muzzle by gunpowder gas.

The gunner quickly filled in the new sub-guns.

"Put!"

"Put!"

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One iron ball after another smashed into the flesh of the group, and then bounced to the sides on the soft ground. The thick smell of blood wafted in the wind, making many Burmese people who had never seen blood retch.

The smoke of black powder dissipated, and the Ming army dug a pit in the same place and buried these people alive. The Burmese onlookers helped the old and the young, and went home with the food distributed to them by the Ming people.

Except for the soldiers who maintained law and order in the city, the Ming army did not enter the city for the night. On the one hand, the city is too small and the houses are not enough, and on the other hand, it is in addition to Zhu Youlang's modern thinking: the PLA of later generations slept on the street when they entered Shanghai, and Zhu Youlang felt that since the Ming army couldn't do it, then don't go into the city.

Because the food problem was temporarily solved, Zhu Youlang ordered the whole army to have more food. Hearing the news that there was dinner today, the Ming army immediately forgot their longing for entering the city and plundering. The pigs that were driven out of the city lord's house were also killed by Siyang (cook), so that the soldiers who had not seen the smell of oil for a long time rarely drove back to meat.

In the tent, Zhu Youlang asked people to invite all the high-ranking officials in the fugitive court: Mu Tianbo, the Duke of Qianguo. Yang Zai, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and a few general soldiers. Added up to less than ten people.

"Today, our army has won a great victory over Burma, so I have decided to invite you to come here and drink together!" Zhu Youlang's face was full of smiles, and after everyone saluted and took their seats, he took the lead in raising his wine glass.

Victory? With nearly a thousand troops attacking a decaying city, can you not win? Which of the soldiers who survived the Ming and Qing wars was vegetarian? It's one thing for the Ming army to not be able to defeat the Tartars, but it's a piece of cake to crush the Burmese army. However, no one wanted to sweep away the emperor's interest, and they all raised their glasses to toast insincerely: "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to the Ming Dynasty!" ”

Yang Zai, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, was even more uphill: "Your Majesty has a good command, and in time, the Ming Dynasty will be able to recover thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!" ”

"Poof..."Zhu Youlang was so stimulated that he almost squirted wine on the ground: Yang Zai, Yang Zai, how can you have a better mentality than me, a traverser, Da Ming has been pushed to the spring, you can still deceive yourself so much? Thinking of the funny thing in history when Yang impeached Mu Tianbo to go to the king of Hehe and Burma to "humiliate the national character" when he cursed the water, Zhu Youlang also became funny.

"What Yang Aiqing said is true!" Zhu Youlang said in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Da Ming, the world is invincible!"

Li Guotai, who was on the side, immediately stood up and arched his hand: "The emperor's grace is mighty..."

Before Li Guotai finished speaking, the others also stood up with interest: "The emperor shines all over the world, and the sun, moon, rivers and mountains are determined!" ”

The tent was filled with cheerful air.