The last battle was a desperate assault under the command of the Burmese general, who had no way to retreat, and this pampered guy finally burst out a little blood in a desperate situation, and finally issued the order.

Under the fire of crossbow arrows and pike darts, the defeated Burmese soldiers ignored the casualties, left a corpse on the ground, and spilled countless blood, pushed away the not very strong rejection horse, and began to fight with the fierce mountain Khat people after the rejection.

"Kill!" The Burmese general's armor was of good quality, and the two crossbow arrows failed to hurt him hard, and he was quite skillful, brandishing a spear, roaring and pulling out a slashed hook knife, and stabbing the blade of the spear into his opponent's chest with his backhand.

"Kill!" Yang danced a bamboo dart, like a thousand spears and thorns, cutting the face of a Burmese soldier into a bloody blur, and fell to the ground screaming.

The white-knuckle fight relied on courage and guts, and the Burmese soldiers were still fighting and dying; The Mengshan Ke people also have no retreat, because victory or defeat is related to their relatives and the fate of the whole clan.

The Burmese soldiers not only had to storm the battle formations that blocked the road, but also were attacked by crossbow arrows and pike darts on the hillsides on both sides.

There are no fancy and flashy moves, and the combat progress of cold weapons is bloody and fast; It is even different from martial arts competitions, you come and go, and you are entangled for a long time. In many cases, it is to swing the blade to hedge, and solve the opponent in a split second, or be solved by the opponent yourself.

Zhu Yongxing's palms were sweating, and he couldn't take his eyes off the bloody battle on the battlefield. This is the battle scene of this era, with blood all over the ground, dead bodies all over the ground, stumps and broken arms all over the ground, the soldiers of the two armies screaming like madmen, stumbling and leaping in the flying flesh and blood, staring at the fierce eyes of the blood-spattered faces, and slashing at the opponent with their blades wildly.

There was no earth-shaking explosion, no smoke of gunpowder, no shrapnel flying sideways, but the degree of blood and cruelty was not inferior at all, and it tested more martial courage and courage, without strong nerves, he had already had a nervous breakdown, his hands and feet were sore, and blood was splashed on the spot under the gun and knife.

Poof, a crossbow bolt hit the Burmese general in the eye, and he screamed and fell backwards with his face closed. A spear stabbed hard, piercing through his armor, digging deep into his abdomen, and then thrashed, and brilliant blood bloomed. The Burmese will fall to the ground, twitching and twitching in a pool of blood......

In the clear sky, the sun slowly blazes brighter. Zhu Yongxing endured the discomfort and walked slowly on the battlefield full of blood.

The fighting is over, but the killing hasn't stopped. Wounded Burmese soldiers were mercilessly killed, while Burmese soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit and surrendered were forced to strip off their armor and then driven deep into the jungle to await their fate. The Mengshan Khat had to migrate long distances, and they did not need captives. Zhu Yongxing didn't stop it, this was due to the situation, but he felt that his heart was also becoming cold.

Annihilating his army and not letting a single person slip through the net, isn't this the effect that he wants to achieve in his own plan? Zhu Yongxing walked to the shade of the tree, there was a hint of coolness, and it also suppressed the feeling of nausea in his abdomen. This was just the beginning of the battle for the sea of corpses and blood that he was about to experience, and he narrowed his eyes and stretched his fingers spasmodically a few times.

Do you have nightmares? Seeing the cow crying when he killed the cow, he couldn't bear it, and he witnessed the hellish killing of Shura, and his reaction now is really cold-blooded. Or he is a hypocritical person, he can't bear to turn his head when he pity the cow, but he eats beef and devours it, and there is no psychological burden.

"Your Highness, go eat something and rest a little longer!" Mengzhu has always been by Zhu Yongxing's side, at first I saw Zhu Yongxing's face was ugly, but I didn't say much, but now I see that his demeanor seems to be much more natural, so he said: "This is how the war is, if the Burmese soldiers win, they will not show mercy to our people." ”

Zhu Yongxing smiled bitterly, nodded, and said, "War is like this, you can see it more clearly than me." I'm in the first battle of the killing field, and I'm a little out of shape, you won't look down on me, will you? ”

"Your Highness is kind-hearted, and I hope that after a long time on the battlefield and countless bloody and cruel battles, I can still maintain a little compassion." The expression on Mengzhu's face is never fake, I hope that the lover is a big hero, but I also never want the lover to become a hard-hearted person in the end.

I hope that in the process of struggling in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, there can still be some heart! Zhu Yongxing nodded lightly, which can be regarded as a promise to Mengzhu and an expectation for himself. With a glance, he walked a few steps, picked up an arquebus and a bag of ammunition from a large cart that was coming, returned to the shade of a tree, and studied it carefully.

In this ambush battle, the hundreds of musketeers of the Burmese soldiers barely fired a single shot, Zhu Yongxing was still strange in his heart, and after he fiddled with it a few times, he understood the trick.

It turned out that the Burmese soldiers had not yet used deerskin or silk to wrap lead bullets, which not only had poor air tightness, but also because the gap between the bullets and the chamber of the guns was large, and it was easy to fall out of the muzzle, so they could not march with live ammunition. In addition, the Burmese soldiers have not achieved the fixed ammunition, and in the case of a sudden attack, it is indeed very difficult to carry out the tedious reloading steps with their hands and feet and calmly, and then aim and fire.

Although the Burmese soldiers had many defects and deficiencies in the use of arquebuses, Zhu Yongxing fiddled for a long time and still found the merits. This arquebus should not be too backward, because it has a light door, and the plate structure uses a combination of springs and gears, not the original simple lever.

The advantages of the spring-pressure ignition arquebus are: increased trigger force, rapid firing, a long distance between the ignited arquebus and the primer disc when ready to fire, and at the same time the hammer is held by the blocking iron, which will not cause misfire due to collision. At the same time, the arquebus laid the foundation for the flintlock machine and firing machine that appeared later, and its basic structure was a prototype of the modern firearm firing machine.

This should be a European-style arquebus, Zhu Yongxing pulled out the cover of the single-leaf rotating primer plate with his fingers, weighed the weight, and visually measured the length, and preliminarily judged that it should be a Spanish-style musket that began to be used on European battlefields in the second half of the 15th century.

Sixty or seventy years have passed, and I wonder what the latest musket used by Lu Dao should look like. It's still an open flame gun, but the weight and length should have changed, right? The gunpowder should also be granulated, and the fixed ammunition should be available, right? Zhu Yongxing pondered not very surely.

"It's useless." Yang came over with a few people and directly concluded about the arquebus, "It's better to start a war, and it's better to burn a fire stick." ”