When Xiao Ruxun launched an attack on Mawlamyine, Mawlamyine's Burmese defenders were less than 3,000, and it didn't take much effort, and after a few rounds of shelling, these defenders collapsed on their own, and Xiao Ruxun took Mawlamyine with only a small army, and by the way, he cut off more than 2,000 heads.

After taking Mawlamyine, Xiao Ruxun went all the way to the north, and there was no resistance from the establishment on the road, and many military fortresses could see traces of inhabitation, but there was no one inside, and it was messy as if he had fled before the arrival of the Ming army, which also made Xiao Ruxun a lot more convenient, and he didn't need to move troops to fight all the way to Bagu.

Myanmar is still too weak, the background is too poor, although there is decades of hegemony in this region, but one day once it is completely wiped out by the traditional power of the Ming Dynasty, they will immediately weaken to an incredible extent, the fear and uneasiness in their hearts are completely exposed, and they don't even have the courage to resist, it is obviously a very good military fortress, Matteo Ricci, who followed Xiao Ruxun, also said that this is a very European-style fortress, if it is used well, it will definitely cause trouble to the Ming army, but no one guards it.

Not only was there no one to guard it, but no one took away the weapons inside, all the way north to the seventeen or eighteen fortresses, Xiao Ruxun captured more than 30 European-style artillery pieces and more than 700 arquebuses, as well as countless swords, bows and crossbows, and even some intact grain and fish raised in the pool, I don't know what these Burmese soldiers regarded as here.

All in all, Xiao Ruxun has taken a big advantage, and Matteo Ricci has always lamented the cowardice and ignorance of the Burmese, even if they have a fortress to insist on resisting, they will not let the Ming army march so quickly.

"It's not that they're cowardly and ignorant, it's that I'm too strong! So strong that they didn't dare to resist at all! ”

The corners of Xiao Ruxun's mouth hooked slightly, and he looked at Matteo Ricci with unusual eyes, who was a little uncomfortable by Xiao Ruxun, lowered his head and stopped talking.

After this battle, not to mention the Japanese and Spaniards, Matteo Ricci and the 200 Portuguese in the army also became more honest, and when they first taught the Ming army the scientific method of using artillery and muskets, they hid and did not tell the Ming army the reason, only let them do it, and then when they saw the overwhelming barbaric artillery coverage and firearm assault of the Ming army, they lost their spirit in an instant.

In his leisure time during the march, Xiao Ruxun would also call Matteo Ricci over and get the "Geometric Original" written in Latin in his hand to see, but the Latin Xiao Ruxun could not understand, Matteo Ricci could understand, after learning Chinese, he would also translate, but when it came to the definition of some professional terms, he was helpless, because some concepts in this book were not found in ancient Chinese mathematics.

How to make something out of nothing was something that an Italian missionary who knew little about Chinese could do, so he had to find a learned doctor who knew something about mathematics.

Now, though, Matteo Ricci seems to have noticed that the bloodthirsty general was interested in mathematics.

"Three angles, if you want me to say this is a triangle, this is an angle, which can be translated as a triangle, and this is ...... Equilateral triangle, what does the word mean? ”

Xiao Ruxun pointed to a Latin word and asked Matteo Ricci, Ricci looked at it, showing a little embarrassed: "This meaning can probably be described as, for example, when shooting with a musket, raise the head of the gun a little higher, you can hit a farther place, and this is probably the meaning of the distance from here to here." ”

Matteo Ricci drew a corner on the ground with a twig and then an arc between the two lines: "This is what the word means." ”

Xiao Ruxun immediately understood that this word meant angle.

"I see, it can be translated as 'angle'."

Xiao Ruxun now understands how many problems Xu Guangqi and Matteo Ricci encountered when translating this book, some words that do not need to be created by Xu Guangqi, the basic concepts of mathematics such as points, lines and planes were created by Xu Guangqi at that time, it can be said that Xu Guangqi is the earliest creator of all Chinese mathematics textbooks now, without Xu Guangqi giving Chinese meaning to these Latin texts, we really can't study Western natural science.

However, Xiao Ruxun does not have this kind of trouble, he can't read Latin, but he can instantly understand what this means, as long as Matteo Ricci roughly describes it and paints a picture, he can know what kind of mathematical term Matteo Ricci is talking about.

"That is, you can do two points and you can only do one straight line, that's what Euclid meant, right?"

Xiao Ruxun clicked two dots on the ground, and then drew a straight line.

"That's right! That's what it means! The general is a genius in mathematics! ”

It was not easy for him to find a high-ranking person in China who had a common language and was interested in mathematics.

"These things are indeed the first time I heard about them in the Ming Dynasty, and there were many mathematicians in China before, the circle you mentioned, our ancestors were able to use the circumcision technique to calculate pi a long time ago, using a point as the center of the circle, a line as the radius, you can make a circle, it's really interesting, but our ancestors won't pay attention to it, even if they know, that is, they know, and they won't understand it deeply."

Xiao Ruxun threw away the wooden stick and stood up.

"Why? This knowledge is very useful knowledge. ”

Xiao Ruxun sighed: "For our ancestors, the knowledge that can survive is the most useful knowledge, how to farm, how to get rid of insects, how to increase food production, these are the things that the ancestors are most concerned about, you can not find people who are more skilled at farming than Chinese in the whole world, in addition, they don't care very much, after all, if you can't eat enough, you can't do anything, if you want to study mathematics, you must first eat enough!" ”

"China is very rich, how can anyone not have enough to eat?"

At first glance, Matteo Ricci was stuck in the perception of China in the cities, and did not go into the countryside to observe the real situation of the peasants.

"You will understand in the future, mathematics, at present, can only be studied by people who can eat a full stomach, fortunately, there is no shortage of people in China who can eat a full stomach, so, we can still study some things, you put this book away, and after cleaning up the things here, I will take some time, we will translate this book, so that our scholars can also have a good understanding of your mathematics."

Matteo Ricci smiled with relief: "I see, General. ”

"Let's go!"

Xiao Ruxun turned over his horse and went to the barracks.

Unlike Xiao Ruxun's confident and leisurely march, the Burmese are not so leisurely, even in the core of their rule, there is an air of despair everywhere, this breath of despair envelops the hearts of every Burmese, making them confused, making them look around at a loss, and making them tremble.

The little prince Min Qide, who had been invincible for more than ten years, was defeated, and the 100,000 army was wiped out, and the Ming army was marching towards Bago, and Bago no longer had enough defense forces.

From the initial ridicule and disbelief, to the panic brought about by the influx of defeated soldiers with broken arms and legs, it was only a few days, and nothing was more telling than the defeat on the battlefield, and nothing was more telling than the repeated looting and attacks by unknown forces in the Burmese-populated villages around Bago.

According to the accounts of the defeated soldiers, the army was defeated miserably, Prince Min Qide was killed in battle, the army lost most of it, and many were captured, only a few escaped, none of the fortresses along the way insisted on defense, all abandoned the fortresses and fled back, and everyone fled back to Bagu, because only here can give them a little sense of security.

But in the end, no one can believe how long this sense of security can be maintained, as more and more defeated soldiers and the influx of refugees from the surrounding villages, Bago began to become overcrowded, and people finally completely believed in the defeat of the army, the complete defeat of the army that had been rampant for decades, came without warning, leaving everyone at a loss, they were accustomed to the triumph of the army and the sharing of the spoils of war, accustomed to victory and glory.

Now let them accept defeat, it's just too cruel.

They all set their sights on the tallest, largest and most luxurious buildings in the city, where there were their kings for decades, kings who had brought them countless glory and victories, who desperately needed the king's instructions, and they desperately needed the king's security for them.

But now, their king can no longer respond to their expectations, Mang Yingli has been in a coma for two days and two nights, since two days ago after learning the news of the defeat of Min Qide's dead army, he has fainted, and he has not woken up yet, the palace is in chaos, the civil and military ministers are like ants on a hot pot, there is no way at all - they are used to the power rule of Mang Yingli, they are his tame assistants, and they are not used to him when they leave him.

The main force of 100,000 was defeated, only a few escaped back, and now the army that can be used in hand is only 20,000, and there are unknown Ming troops and Siamese troops outside Bago who are advancing, and the country is in danger, O king, why did you fall? Have you ever considered the desperation of those of us?

Perhaps hearing such a desperate cry, that night, Mang Yingli woke up slowly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the minister of civil and military affairs glaring at him with cow egg eyes and asking him-King, what should we do?

What to do? What do I do, you ask? Can I know what to do? I'm desperate!

The qualified son who had been cultivated for more than ten years died in battle, the 100,000 elite army was defeated, the foundation of the country had been destroyed, and the remaining army had lost the will to fight......

It was only at this time that he realized that his country and his government were moving forward with a sharp spirit, all this time, he never thought about what to do if he was defeated, he and his father had fought for many years and never lost, he had a blind self-confidence, he believed that he could definitely win, he would not fail, even if he faced the most dangerous situation, he would not fail.

He used the wartime system to maintain his government and rule, but he never imagined that once the war was defeated and the military could not maintain the wartime rule, his regime would collapse.

He could already imagine how the tribes in the west and south would be ecstatic when they learned of their defeat, how they would quickly gather their troops to fight the autumn wind, the walls would fall and everyone would push them, and the trees would fall and scatter, maybe this was the situation he was facing.

"King, if you don't want to come up with countermeasures, more people will run away, and now there are many people who have escaped, we have to come up with countermeasures quickly!"

An old courtier who had followed Mang Yingli for many years looked at Mang Yingli sadly.

Countermeasure? I also want to know what I should do......

"How many more troops do we have to use?"

Mang Yingli asked.

"At most, 20,000, it may not be this number, many defeated soldiers have fled with their families, and there are many people who are seriously injured and unable to fight, if we really want to fight, we have no advantage at all, now the city gate has been closed, handed over to the pro-guard team to manage, but there are still people fleeing from other places, king, if you don't think about a way, people will run out."

The old courtier replied anxiously.

Mang Yingli sat up and sighed: "Let's run away!" Let's run out! What else can I do now? My family has been rampant for decades, and finally it's time for retribution, there will never be a place for my family to stand in this land, each of them wants my life, and there is no point in resisting, I can only be killed by the Ming army, if you want to live, just leave now! As far as I can go, I'll just stay here alone. ”

The civil and military courtiers looked at each other, looking at each other, and they couldn't believe that this sentence came from the mouth of their king.

Reckless Yingli, who was once shocked, would actually say such a thing? How is this possible? Is this still their king?

No one dared to believe that their king had actually reached this point, and after saying this, Mang Yingli directly curled up on the bed motionless, looking like he was resigned to fate.

Several guards looked at their king in disbelief, then gritted their teeth and stomped their feet away, some people who were not very firm in their position looked around and left quietly, and some old people, after shedding a few tears, slowly withdrew.

The defeat of the army brought him a blow that was not very big, the death of Min Qide, who really made Mang Yingli desperate, and the death of his most proud son, made him feel that no matter how hard he tried, he could not pass on his career, in this case, is there still any point in fighting to the death?