The Ming army stayed in Patna for almost half a year before embarking on the expedition again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, it was the season when the water of the Gendega River was at its most abundant, and after the dredging of 300,000 people, the Sichuan River fleet and a large number of inland river transport ships carried three infantry brigades of the Second Army, and in less than two days, they arrived at the small city of Bharatobpur, at the foot of the Himalayas, which actually belonged to Nepal, but the commander of the Nepalese Army stationed here gave up resistance and surrendered directly.

"Make him an earl and include him in the vassal!"

Emperor Yang said.

Then the attendants next to him hurriedly drafted the holy decree, and the eunuch who held the seal quickly stamped it, and the commander of the Nepalese Army, who was still confused, became a newly baked Earl of the Ming Dynasty, of course, after understanding what was going on, he immediately lay there excitedly and shouted long live.

"Your Majesty, the emissary of the Gurkha chieftain asks for an audience."

Yang Zhong said cautiously.

"Hit out!"

Emperor Yang said without hesitation.

"Also, pass the decree down, the Gurkha chieftain rebelled and invaded the various tribes, the crime is unforgivable, and the southern tribes of Zhaoshan will discuss it, and they will be captured and crowned the king of Nepal!"

Then he added.

Well, this means that whoever can catch the Gurkha king Pumar, who has just unified Nepal by force, and then send it to His Majesty the Emperor, then he can get the title of the king of Nepal, in fact, this is to tell those city-states in Nepal that have just been conquered by the Gurkha by force, you can raise troops to regain your position, and His Majesty's army will support you behind, you must know that before this there were more than 50 small countries in Nepal, and most of them had to submit only because of the strength of the Gurkhas. Now that he has this decree, what are these people waiting for?

The earl, who had just been knighted, did not hesitate to gather his army and join the army of the imperial court.

Of course, Yang Feng won't care about this.

He was not interested in attacking Kathmandu or Gurkha, he was only here to capture Yinren and Yinyou, and these two and the tens of thousands of Manchu remnants under them were in Pokhara, and from here they could attack all the way upstream along the valley of the Seti River, without passing through Kathmandu or Gurkha. To put it bluntly, he just lit a fire, as for what it will be like in the end, it doesn't matter to him, Nepal has no value worth his hands, this kind of poor place where birds don't, the best way to deal with it is to let them keep killing each other.

In fact, the Gurkha people also knew this, and their envoys came to discuss whether they could change the title of vassal king recognized by the Ming Dynasty in the form of submission, so that they could rule the land in the name of righteousness, and if necessary, let them send troops to help attack Pokhara.

However, Emperor Yang did not give them this opportunity at all.

The poor Gurkha envoy, whipped out by the Ming army, had to return to Kathmandu with humiliation and pain.

Immediately after that, two infantry brigades of the Ming army set off north, led by local guides, the Ming infantry marched in a line, carrying a rifle on their shoulders along the narrow valley between the mountains, accompanied by reconnaissance airships above them, and small wooden boats transporting supplies next to them. At this time, even the Sichuan gunboats could not go up, but a large number of Indian fishermen and their small fishing boats requisitioned from downstream solved the transportation problem, and the heavy cannons were handed over to the elephants transporting supplies, which was the advantage of marching in India, and this huge and docile livestock could easily hump even three-inch field guns.

Wherever this mighty army passed, the wind fell.

Everyone knows what they are here for, the two sides are not on the same plane at all, if it weren't for the capture of Yinren, the Ming army would never have appeared on this land.

The lords of those Nepalese city-states will not ask for trouble if they are idle, and even the army of the Mughal Empire has been pressed to the ground and rubbed by others, not to mention that they are the king-level village chiefs in Grimm's fairy tales, they are nothing more than kneeling in front of Yang Feng, and if they kneel, they will not die, but if they dare not kneel, they will really be destroyed. And it's basically Hinduism and Buddhism here, and Emperor Yang is not interested in demolishing their temple, so there is no problem of faith, and the Ming army can't do anything to their women, and their little belongings are also abject poverty in the eyes of the Ming army, so the two sides don't have the conditions for conflict at all, and none of the city-state lords along the way resisted, allowing this army to pass.

But what made Yang Feng dazed was that Yinren didn't stop him, which was very weird.

Pokhara, or Xinjing of the Great Qing Dynasty.

"You bastards, trash!"

Yinyou brandished his knife and roared.

In front of him were the last of the Qing people who supported the old and the young, who cut off their braids and changed into Nepalese clothes and went into the nearby mountains and forests.

"Don't forget our identity, we are the Eight Banners, don't forget the glory of our ancestors, we used to be the supreme in this world, don't forget our blood feud, don't let the blood of our relatives flow in vain, show your courage, show your dignity, die like a man, go to fight with that demon, the spirit of the ancestors in the sky watched!"

Yinyu continued to roar.

But no one looked at him.

What about the bloody battle, just these tens of thousands of people can kill the Ming army for a few days? What's more, this time it was the demon who came in person, and without the Ming army's hands, he probably didn't need to kill everyone in Xinjing until dark.

Let's disperse!

Let the name Bannerman disappear from this world forever!

In Yinyou's desperate roar, the 50,000 bannermen of Xinjing completely disappeared, they cut off their iconic braids, took off the clothes that once represented their identity, threw away everything that could make people identify their origins, and then went into the surrounding mountains, into the vast forests under the Himalayas, completely disappeared from people's sight, and the name of the bannerman disappeared forever in this world.

As for the end of these people......

This one is very simple, and it is integrated!

Just find a ravine to live in, or find a Nepalese village, incognito and change your identity, how can you not survive it, anyway, the Ming army can't be full of hunts in the Himalayas, just like that, after a few decades of intermarriage and hybridization with Nepalese and then completely integrated, in fact, before this, there were banner people who continued to flee and disappeared into the mountains and mountains of Nepal, after all, Yang Feng under the banner of crusading against them, wandering around India for almost a year!

The lonely Yinyou stood blankly in the braids all over the ground, looking so desolate.

It wasn't until a long time later that he walked like a walking corpse towards a temple not far away, this is a Huangjiao temple, in front of the Buddha statue in the temple, the Qianlong Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, just like a statue, bowed his head and knelt there to chant the scriptures, holding the rosary in his hand and kept counting, in the flickering candlelight, completely with a heart like a water-stopping expression, without the slightest bit of the current tension of the great enemy, next to him also kneeling His Royal Highness Prince Honghui, this prince is his only living son, the others are dead in this chaotic world, For well-known reasons, he didn't have any other children.

"Second brother, aren't you committing suicide?"

Yinyou asked sadly.

"The Buddha is not allowed to commit suicide."

Yinren said lightly.

"I'm leaving, I'm going to see Huang Ama, then you take care of yourself."

Yinyou said.

As if he hadn't heard, Yinren continued to count the rosary there.

Yinyou turned around gloomily and walked out, but at this moment, suddenly a strange whistling came from outside, he subconsciously raised his head, and then a golden light shone in his vision, and almost at the same time, a huge crash sounded in front of him, and a big tree in front of the temple gate turned into countless broken pieces of wood like a scattered bullet as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

He didn't hesitate to hold his head.

The pieces of wood kept hitting him like hailstones, knocking him back one after another, and when he finally stopped, he realized that there was a golden figure beside him.

There is also a face that he will never forget.

"Demon ......"

Before he could finish his words, a hand with a golden glove appeared on his neck, pinching him and lifting him directly into the air.

"Fortunately, there was no delay."

Yang Feng looked at him with satisfaction and said.

Yinren, who had his back to this scene, was still chanting the scriptures, as if he hadn't heard it, but it was the prince Honghui who drew his sword very heroically and roared, rushing out of the Buddhist hall and rushing straight to their family's enemy. Yang Feng unceremoniously pinched Yinyou's neck directly with a force in his hand, and then casually threw him forward and smashed it on Honghui's body, smashing the latter directly to the ground, and then stepped forward a few steps and stepped on his feet hard, his feet stepped directly into Honghui's chest, and his heart was trampled into flesh, His Royal Highness the Qing Prince screamed, and swallowed his breath directly with a crooked head.

Yang Feng immediately raised his foot and threw Honghui's dead body into the Buddhist hall.

Yinren is still chanting.

Yang Feng immediately walked towards the Buddhist hall, but when he arrived at the door, he found that he still had two wings behind him, unless he deliberately turned sideways, otherwise the wings with a wingspan of five meters could not enter anyway, he looked at Yinren who was reciting scriptures with his back to him, opened the oil port casually, released more than a dozen liters of special aviation kerosene, and then took out a cigarette, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette in his mouth, and after taking a deep breath, he casually threw the lighter that was still lit forward.

Flames burst into the sky in an instant.

Most of the Buddhist halls, which were made of wood and hung with many curtains, were immediately ignited by the fire of aviation kerosene, and the raging fire soon wrapped Yinren, and in the flames, Yinren was still chanting the scriptures in a wooden.

Yang Feng turned around in his cigarette, stood in front of the background of the flames, leisurely looked at the holy snow-capped mountains on the blue sky in the distance, and after a few minutes, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and the blue flames of the two turbofan engines behind him erupted, pushing him to soar into the air like a golden roc and then fly south. (To be continued.) )