"Order, Mingjin withdraws the troops!"

As night fell, Mang Yinglong said helplessly, in front of him, the towering city wall of Mubang was like an impregnable sacred mountain, blocking the way to invade Yunnan. Beneath the city, thousands of Burmese soldiers' corpses piled up, but not even the walls of Mubang were destroyed.

When he learned that the Ming Dynasty was preparing to use troops in Yunnan, Mang Yinglong's first reaction was to be afraid, and he almost ordered his subordinates to immediately pull out the camp and take the looted property with burning and looting, and run back to the territory of the Donghu Dynasty. But Li Rusong's harsh conditions completely angered Mang Yinglong, and at the same time, he also understood that the other party would definitely not give up.

So Mang Yinglong did not stop doing two things, concentrated 300,000 troops to attack Mubang, first to take advantage of the main force of the Ming army to kill, occupy a large area of land, and use this as a basis to fight with the Ming army, or as a bargaining chip.

It's a pity that this time Mang Yinglong slammed into the iron plate solidly: Deng Zilong and Liu Ting, who arrived in Mubang in time, although there were only more than 10,000 people under their command, they were equipped with sophisticated firearms, and Mu Bang was as solid as a rock. The elite of the Burmese army, which was known as invincible under the command of Mang Yinglong, fought for three days, except for leaving nearly 10,000 corpses under the city, without the slightest success.

"Should I continue to order the siege? Or should he lead the army to retreat, collect grain and grass or something, and prepare for a decisive battle with the main force of the Ming army? Reluctantly driving the sitting elephant back to the camp, Mang Yinglong pondered.

Hearing the sound of Mingjin retreating, all the soldiers, including the elite Burmese army under the command of Mang Yinglong, breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts: they could be regarded as able to return to the camp alive.

Fierce battles during this time. It was a terrible nightmare for all Burmese coalition soldiers. When they burned, looted, oppressed the elderly, weak, women and children, and tortured and killed unarmed civilians, they proudly considered themselves the strongest warriors in the world. Shenma Ming Dynasty, Yunnan Mu family, that is a thin piece of paper, they are brave and good at abusing the common people, bullying weak soldiers, as long as they raise their hands, they can be easily defeated. Then everyone happily burned and looted all over Yunnan, killing all the men. Women and children were slaves and were called upon as they pleased.

But under the city of Mubang. They finally understood: who is the softie!

Each of these Ming people held a strange fire-breathing long stick in their hands, and when the stick breathed fire, even the most sturdy warriors would be killed in an instant. There is no resistance. And those big cylinders that make a deafening loud noise. Every time there is a sound, countless stones and other things fall from the sky. The man who beat them turned on his back.

What's even more terrifying is that these Ming soldiers are fundamentally different people compared to the previous Ming army. The Ming army guarding Mubang. As soon as they saw the Burmese soldiers, they immediately screamed excitedly and pounced on them, shooting with flintlock firearms from afar, and directly drawing knives and chopping them when they were close, completely without the appearance of the Ming army retreating without a fight when they saw the Burmese flag.

"If all the Ming Dynasty troops were like this, we wouldn't have been able to win the war," all the Burmese soldiers muttered inwardly as they dragged their tired bodies to the camp.

What they didn't know was that in the bushes not far away, thousands of people dressed in strange grass-green costumes, holding flintlock-flint firearms, embroidered spring knives with narrow waists, grass-green helmets, and strange oil paint on their faces were quietly lurking in the woods.

A man with a leading appearance was observing the Burmese army in his sight through the clairvoyant mirror, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth from time to time. It looked like a pig slaughterer with a butcher's knife, looking at a group of fat pigs in front of him, thinking about which one to slaughter tonight.

"Hehe, these Burmese dwarfs, as the major general said, are a bunch of out-and-out garbage. If it weren't for those corrupt officials and corrupt officials in Yunnan, as well as those greedy people who fled without a fight and were afraid of death, how could these guys with dirty feet set foot on the land of my Han Dynasty? Sure enough, the world still needs to be governed by a young general, I don't know where his old man is now? After a long time, the leading man put down the clairvoyant mirror and muttered in a low voice, it was the guard of Tongliao Fort back then, Chen Xiong, a disciple of the White Lotus Sect.

"General Chen, how are you observing? Shall we do it tonight and cut down a few Burmese monkeys to get angry? The brothers watched it for a day, and their hands itched! Seeing Chen Xiong put down the clairvoyant mirror, several deputies next to him stepped forward and said eagerly.

"What's the hurry?! Just now, General Liu told me that these Burmese monkeys, who should have died 10,000 times, actually imprisoned hundreds of our Han women in the camp for them to enjoy. Not only are we going to kill thousands of monkeys tonight, but we're also going to get all those people out! Speaking of this, everyone, including Chen Xiong, flashed a strong murderous aura in their eyes.

This news soon spread to every soldier under Chen Xiong's order, and in an instant the entire forest was filled with a strong almost substantive murderous aura: these Burmese actually dare to bully the people of the LR Dahan, our compatriots, then these guys should be damned!

"Do it!" Seeing that the soldiers were already eager to rush over and break the bodies of these unconscionable Burmese monkeys into pieces, Chen Xiong waved his hand, and the 3,000 men and horses quickly divided into three squads, and under the cover of night, they quickly moved towards the Burmese army camp in the middle of the canyon not far away.

After a whole day of tireless siege, all the Burmese soldiers were exhausted, and after a hasty dinner, except for a small number of troops standing guard. Most of the soldiers either got into their tents or lay down on the ground and fell asleep. Even the soldiers who stood guard sat by the fire with their weapons in their hands, tilting their heads and dozing off.

"This group of monkeys is lucky, such a terrain gives Lao Tzu three thousand Liaodong iron horses, you guys don't die fifty or sixty thousand people to blame!" Almost without the slightest concealment, Chen Xiong glanced contemptuously at the nearby Burmese army sentries who had fallen asleep, and thought to himself.

Taking out a sharp ink-coated dagger from his arms, Chen Xiong waved his hand and touched it with seven or eight nimble soldiers. They easily climbed over the low wall of the Burmese army camp less than half a meter, and quietly touched the sentries who were still sleeping.

Walking up behind a Burmese soldier who was dozing off against the watchtower, the corners of Chen Xiong's mouth had a sly smile. Suddenly stretched out his hand and covered the mouth of the Burmese soldier, and the whole person instantly stuck to his back, and the dagger in his hand was sharply cut on the neck of the Burmese soldier!

The sudden attack made this unlucky Burmese soldier not even have time to make any struggle, and Chen Xiong easily cut his throat, and the whole person fell backwards softly. Chen Xiong carefully supported the corpse and let it lie quietly on the ground, then wiped the dagger in his hand with the corpse's clothes, bit the dagger in his mouth, and climbed up the watchtower like a monkey.

On the tower, a Burmese soldier dressed as an officer is holding a wine jug and drinking wine while enjoying a plate of barbecue. Suddenly, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and the officer had just reacted, and before he could throw away the wine jug in his hand, he was pressed to the ground by Chen Xiong, and his mouth was covered by him and he couldn't make a sound.

"Yo he, authentic bamboo leaf green, I'll enjoy it! Burmese monkeys, with you dirt buns, you also deserve to enjoy the things of our big man? Go to hell! Sneering, Chen Xiong said while holding a wine jug in one hand and drinking wine.

The sharp dagger slowly slashed through the neck of the Burmese army officer, who slowly felt the death, and the whole person involuntarily spasmed. He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of Chen Xiong's powerful big hands, but it didn't work at all, so he watched the terrible black dagger cut his throat little by little.

"Burmese monkey, you remember it clearly for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu is the Liaodong Army Death Legion, the commander of the legion, Chen Xiong, who has been wronged and has a debt, went to the Lord of Yama to remember to say! Lao Tzu went back one by one and sent you eight lambs to see the king of Hades! It wasn't until the Burmese officer was completely out of breath that Chen Xiong let go of his hand and said slowly while wiping the dagger.

At the same time, the rest of the soldiers of the Reaper Legion have already eliminated all the Burmese army sentries in the vicinity, and even many Burmese army officers who got up in the middle of the night to inspect with a little conscience and a few Burmese soldiers who slept in the open air were all quietly killed by these people. Looking at it through the hazy moonlight, the entire Burmese army camp was covered with ragged corpses lying motionless on the ground, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Hehe, I don't know how Wang Tianhua's kid saved people? I'd better bring someone over quickly, but unfortunately there are too few people. Otherwise, it would be fun to cut the neck of Mang Yinglong's eight lambs" sneering and licking his lips, Chen Xiong immediately waved his hand, and all the Death Legion soldiers immediately followed him in unison and ran towards the southeast of the Burmese army camp.

Behind them, seven or eight soldiers of the Reaper Legion glanced at each other and felt a large number of small 10,000 enemies from the huge backpacks behind them. Then he was extremely skilled in hiding these 10,000 enemies under the corpses of the enemy, and at the same time tied some leads.

"Hehe, Mang Yinglong, this is a meeting gift from the young general of my family, enjoy it! You're going to love it tomorrow morning," said one of the soldiers with a sly grin when everything was done.

Immediately, these soldiers quickly followed the footsteps of the large army and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only corpses all over the ground and terrifying death traps! (To be continued......)

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