Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fraudulent Seizure of Burma
It is a bit bulky, slightly less maneuverable, and cumbersome to reload, but it also has the advantages of range and armor piercing. Moreover, there is a lot of room for improvement in this kind of thing that is not even as good as a burning stick, and even now, it is a good weapon to use in defense!
Zhu Yongxing smiled slightly, and did not explain much, but turned his gaze to the people brought by the central government.
"Your Highness, these are the lords of our clan, Nuxiong, Rob, and Guoza." Yang introduced these Mengshan Ke people to Zhu Yongxing.
Several people stepped forward to call His Royal Highness, bowed and saluted, with a respectful attitude, Zhu Yongxing hurriedly returned the salute and said: "A few village owners, don't be so polite, I haven't left Myanmar at the moment, my identity must not be publicized, please be cautious." ”
Of course, the Burmese people must not be allowed to know that Zhu Yongxing participated in this rebellion, otherwise they will ask Yongli and the small court for their crimes, and Zhu Yongxing's tricks may be exposed. Because of this, Zhu Yongxing is dressed in the clothes of the Mengshan Ke people, and his identity is only known to important people such as the old man and the owner of the village.
"There are less than 1,000 defenders of the Burmese Pass, and there should be no problem in seizing the pass." After a successful ambush and the interrogation of Burmese prisoners, the Burmese Pass was under control, and the central government was full of confidence in victory.
"It's better to be cautious and act according to the plan, and there will be fewer casualties." Zhu Yongxing had no doubts about the victory, but he still behaved calmly and reservedly.
Undoubtedly, such a calm and dignified performance added a lot of points to Zhu Yongxing, and several village owners were even more respectful. Since the fate of the whole clan has been handed over to Zhu Yongxing, of course he must be flattered, after all, his identity is a dignity that cannot be seen even if he looks up in the eyes of several village owners.
Several people sat down and discussed for a while, and then dispersed one after another, each to make arrangements. In front of me, there is only the obstacle of Burma Pass, and when you rush out of the wall, you will see the sea and the sky. The Mengshan Gram people may think so, but Zhu Yongxing knows the difficulties of the future.
In the history books, the Yongli entry into Burma is often taken as a symbol, marking that the Southern Ming Dynasty has been unable to return to heaven, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has swept the world has become unstoppable. What Zhu Yongxing has to do now is to hinder the rolling forward of the wheel of history and move against the tide of history. Since he is not measured, the mantis arm is used as a car, the grasshopper shakes the tree, and hits the stone with an egg...... There are too many words to describe Zhu Yongxing's actions, but he wants to be a Chinese Don Quixote, challenging a seemingly powerful dynasty.
Perseverance and courage are nothing more than indignation at China's tragic history, from his unwillingness to suffer repeated catastrophes for the Chinese nation, and from his little self-confidence in knowing history well. Of course, to be a loyal martyr who died for the country, for Zhu Yongxing, he still lacks the determination to be generous and righteous, but now there is no advance or retreat, and he cannot be allowed to have another choice.
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Burma Pass, built not majestic and tall, if the scale, only equivalent to the Central Plains at that time to defend a town.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and it was lazily losing heat, and on the wall of Burma Pass, there were also Burmese soldiers who were lazily moving.
"Hey, it looks like the general is back with his troops." As one soldier shouted, more Burmese soldiers looked south.
"That's right, it's the general's banner."
"The Mengshan Ke tribe is vulnerable, and they were defeated in less than a day."
"Hey, I see, the women in the team in floral clothes must be captured captives." The Burmese soldier's voice suddenly became excited, and he stretched out his hand to point.
"There's something to have fun tonight, open the city gate to meet the general." Thinking of the woman, some Burmese soldiers were already impatiently running towards the city.
The troops dressed in Burmese uniforms were getting closer and closer, and there were indeed many women in the middle of the procession. It's just that the surrounding "Burmese soldiers" seem very dull, they don't tease and have fun, they don't even speak, they all move forward with dirt on their faces, and they move forward in a muffled voice, as if the march has consumed too much energy.
As soon as the city gate opened, several Burmese soldiers came out to greet them with smiles on their faces, but the "Burmese army" who rushed to the city did not speak, and the team rushed in. As soon as they entered the city, they were divided, some of them blocking the gates, others running up the walls with swords.
"You-" The Burmese soldiers on the city wall were confused, and the "friendly soldiers" who ran over seemed to look bad.
Poof, a knife slashed over, the head of the Burmese soldier fell, the blood rushed to the old high, and the headless body lay on the city wall softly.
The other Burmese soldiers in the city were taken aback, wondering what had happened in Ludao. "Kill!" With a shout, the "Burmese soldiers" who climbed the city wall suddenly brandished their swords and guns, roared angrily, and rushed towards the stunned defenders on the spot.
At the gate of the city, the Mengshan Gram warriors were stepping on the blood of several Burmese soldiers spilled on the ground and rushing in, Yang threw off his helmet, his hair fluttered in the wind, and led more than 100 cavalry to quickly sweep through the streets, rushing forward, and ruthlessly cutting down the Burmese soldiers along the way.
"Kill!" The shouts of killing spread quickly and soon filled the entire Burmese pass.
"The city is broken, and the Mengshan Khat has come in." Everywhere was the desperate and mournful cries of the Burmese soldiers, and the screams were incessant amid the clashing of blades.
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Disguise the city and deceive the city, isn't this tactic a little too advanced for the Burmese? The sense of accomplishment is not strong enough! Well, it's a bit of a knife to slaughter chickens, a bit too bullying. However, this feeling is good.
With the help of Mengzhu, Zhu Yongxing put on a set of armor of the Ming army and walked a few steps around the house, and a blazing light appeared in Mengzhu's eyes. It can be worn on Zhu Yongxing, of course, it is the best, and I don't know which Ming general left it when he entered Myanmar with Yongli, and was seized by the Burmese guards, and now it has fallen into the hands of Zhu Yongxing.
Handsome! Although there is no dressing mirror to appreciate himself, from Mengzhu's eyes, Zhu Yongxing still came to this conclusion. It's just a little hot, and it's also a little heavy, far less free and easy than big pants, tank tops, and slippers.
"Your Highness - Yingwu." In Mengzhu's eyes, the lover is good no matter what, and this shining armor really dresses people.
"Huh." Zhu Yongxing smiled embarrassedly and said, "You also go and choose a pair of well-fitting armor, if you enter Yunnan Province, if you always wear national costumes, it will be inconvenient to accompany me." After all, there will be more and more Han people around me in the future, and it is better to follow the local customs. ”
"I prefer the costumes of Han girls." Mengzhu was not too satisfied with Zhu Yongxing's suggestion, and probably didn't like the cold armor, "Since you follow the local customs, it is better to be the maid of His Royal Highness." ”
"Being a maid is too wronged by you, and it also makes your patriarch misunderstand and think that I am neglecting you." Zhu Yongxing shook his head, pondered for a long time, looked up and smiled: "Yes, give you the name of an official position, then it makes sense." ”