The First Army's iron cavalry did not stop at all, and it advanced towards the Andaman Sea in the Indian Ocean, and the bones of countless slaves supported the army's logistical supplies.

Although the First Army fought all the way through very hard, there were some serious expressions on their faces, and they looked quite lively and happy. Obviously, the rest in the Naypyidaw plateau greatly relaxed their minds and bodies.

When they reached northern Burma, it was late summer, the weather was hot and humid, and they fought in the jungle, although the first army was the elite of the elite, but it was indeed miserable.

Despite this, with patience and calmness, they defeated the British army with outnumbered men.

Along the way, the fighting became smoother and smoother, and the massacre inspired their deep bravery, and when they hit Bago Province and Maqua Province, the isolated British army even surrendered to the wind, which was quite the style of the French army in later generations.

The fighting courage and quality of the British lobster soldiers are of course among the best in the world, otherwise the sun never sets on the empire would not have maintained its glory for nearly two hundred years, but this is also based on precise planning, inexhaustible supplies and never fighting unprepared battles, rather than just throwing them into the isolated tropical jungle, they can be invincible.

It was the winter of 1908, the best time of year for tropical Burma.

Facing the cool sea breeze and marching towards the embarrassed British army in a desperate situation, is there anything happier in the world?

Of course, the British army on the other side did not think so.

They dragged their baggage with difficulty, and fled without limit, to the south, to the south, and even though they seemed to smell the sea, their faces were numb.

Ronald was one of the few soldiers who managed to escape from Mandalay, and he was a little different from the smell of British GIs covered in mud and sweat.

On the one hand, he looked like a frightened bird, with his neck hunched and his body hunched, as if his whole body was lurking in the middle of the crowd, and he was not at all afraid of such a stench. The slightest loud noise, such as the misfire of a gun or the cold sound of a gun in the distance, would startle him, and he would speed up.

On the other hand, his eyes wandered around in the gaps in the crowd, constantly gathering information about his surroundings.

In fact, he still had a chance, he could have fled east to Thailand, or crossed the Rakhine Mountains to India, but it was a little too late to say this.

The closer he got to the sea, the sound of the surging tide could be heard in the distance, no longer the pleasant waves of summer, the wind mixed with the slightest cold air blowing through his tattered clothes, this trace of coolness and fear in his heart seemed to bring him back to the cold and howling Scottish coast.

He took a deep breath of cold air and ran forward at an increased speed.

Although he is just the most ordinary private, he also has his own judgment. It is risky to flee west to India, because most of the country's reinforcements come from here, and the Yongjun army may be cut off in advance, flee to Thailand in the east, or go south to Malaysia is unreliable, maybe the Yongjun army is crazy? Sweeping across the Indochina Peninsula.

And the British army rarely abandoned their comrades, in Yangon's Motama Bay must have a navy to pick them up, with the navy's heavy firepower of the defensive line, with the current Yong army is difficult to break through, only there is an excellent opportunity to escape, and all they have to do is to rush to the first place.

Ronald's spur of the day was correct.

The notoriety of the Yongjun has now spread throughout Burma, and no, perhaps not the so-called Burmese are now only found in a small number of places such as Yangon and the Malay Peninsula.

The so-called wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushed millions of corpses and shed thousands of miles of blood.

At this time, the anger of Yongguo is a sea of blood, and all the sword shoes refer to is my land.

Under the powerful productive forces of the industrial age, under the breaking of their own confinement, the Han nation finally broke out with its most terrifying and powerful ability.

The bloody rebirth of the ancient times.

The British army was bustling with refugees everywhere they looked, but they still maintained a good quality at this time, shooting the refugees who approached one by one, so as not to affect their path.

In a burst of artillery fire, the chaotic buildings were massively collapsed.

The British still organized a few decent resistances, inflicting some casualties on the Yong army in street battles, but with the beginning of the Great Purge, these were like extinguished ashes, flashing with a few bright and extinguished fires, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

The Yongjun slowly advanced towards Motama Bay until they saw the British battleship.

The battleships turned their guns and headed in unison toward the shore.

Under the frozen sky, it seems to constitute a cold enough picture.

The sky was gray, and a large brush-like gray cloud held the sky in place.

The Yongjun army in gray military uniforms was on this side, and the British army on the other side, slowly retreating towards the ship, and watched the Yongjun in silence in a small boat.

On the sea, there are huge ships like hills, and the muzzles of the guns are unanimously facing the shore.

Wang Yong stood with his hands in his hands and stood on the shore for a long time.

"Let's go back."

……

Next, Wang Yong asked the sappers and slaves to build a fortress on the shore, and on the other hand, let Ginny lead his troops to the northeastern state of India, and expected that the branch led by Cai Songpo would meet and strangle the British counterattack in the cradle.

He personally led a small part of his troops north, preparing for the war that all Chinese rulers would fight.

Along the way, watching the slaves build roads and houses, and the domestic immigrants from the southwest and even the northwest came with joy, and those love and enthusiasm made him feel an inexplicable sense of mission.

Early spring.

At the same time, the Fourth Army led by Zhu Fei also smashed the defense of the French army, which was once the first in Europe, in one after another, and won decisive victories in the advance again and again, and finally surrounded Saigon.

In despair, General Basil set himself on fire and died.

Since then, one east and one west, like two giant turtles tightly clamping the entire Indochina Peninsula.

The defeated British army and the French army entered Thailand to do everything, which made Rama V's already candle-like vitality even more shaky.

He looked at the Vaqiravu who was bowing in front of him and said: "Once, with the help of Cixi, we in Thailand broke away from the Chinese Empire, but now we have to return to this system to be able to maintain peace for a while. ”

Wajilawu nodded. This newborn Yongguo is a freak, an out-and-out freak.

It's almost like the France after the French Revolution, but the French Empire eventually ......

But he couldn't help but shudder. France, with a population of tens of millions, swept across Europe after the revolution until it was strangled by Russia and Britain, so China, with a population dozens of times that of France, launched a frenzy, is there really any power in the world to stop him?

He remembered the wheel of reincarnation in Buddhism, the power of the Rama royal family came from the hands of the Chinese, and now it was going to be returned again? Or does Yongguo just need a vassal state?