Zhu Jun casually handed over the surrender letter to the captain under the horse, and patted the horse and took two steps forward: "The rebel king Mangbai has been executed, and the coerced followers are not guilty, and the top priority should be to quickly send someone to find the heir of the first prince of Burma to inherit the throne and stabilize the country." ”

"Now that Wang Mangbai has killed all the heirs of the clan, he also asks His Majesty to personally supervise the country to calm the hearts of the people." Aaron has decided to be shameless to the end, and has completely become a Burmese traitor.

"Presumptuous, do you want to fall into unkindness and injustice?" Zhu Jun's face changed, and he waved the horsewhip in his hand and said: "Burma has been a country for three hundred years, and the successive Burmese kings have been conscientious and diligent in royal affairs. There is no need to discuss this matter again, I will send people to search for it, and we must find out the heirs of the king of Burma. ”

Although Zhu Jun said the righteousness of the awe-inspiring words, he still glanced at Aaron, and secretly said in his heart that this person was clever and would be of some use to control Myanmar in the future.

Zhu Jun frowned, his eyes saw through the opening of the city gate that there was no one at the end of the street, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "The army is about to enter the city, why don't you see the people of Burma on the long street?" ”

Alaun, who knelt in front of him, said: "There are still remnants of Wang Mangbai in the city, and the ministers are worried that what trouble will be caused when the king enters the city, and even ignorant people have collided with the king, so they have set up guards in the streets to let the people temporarily recuperate at home." ”

Zhu Jun naturally understood what Arun meant, although the Ming army was the king's master, and the crusade was against the rebel king Mangbai, but after all, they were still outsiders, and they were afraid that someone would make trouble, so they simply drove the people into the house and did not allow them to come out.

"Am I afraid of some little thieves? The order went down, and only one passage for the Ming army to enter the city was cleared, and the rest of the streets were still open, and people could also watch by the roadside. Zhu Jun condescendingly scolded, Zhu Jun naturally has his own considerations, now Myanmar has just been subdued, but secretly there is a dark tide, all kinds of forces are intertwined and mixed together, today is just taking advantage of the time to enter the city to show the might of the Ming army, in order to deter Xiaoxiao. What's more, the current Burmese people are still more welcoming to the Ming army, and they will not make any big mess in the future.

Alun got Zhu Jun's words, where did he dare to be lazy, he was still ordering people to drive the people into the house, and ordered several generals to lead their subordinates to scold the people on the street.

After the sound of the three drums, with the sound of the horn, the four phalanxes outside the city composed of the Shenji Battalion, the Shenyong Battalion, the Mountain Battalion, and the Sailor Battalion have been assembled in a uniform manner, and the people in the city have also taken to the streets, and the Burmese soldiers are holding spears and Burmese knives outside the street, and many people stand on their toes to stop and watch, and the bustling is quite lively.

"It's coming, it's coming." The sharp-eyed man shouted, drawing countless pairs of eyes to the city gate.

First of all, the commander of the Shenji Battalion who passed through the gate of the city tower Mu Jianming was wearing a silver-white battle armor at this time, with a silver-white helmet on his head, and several wild goose feathers on the helmet, looking heroic, behind him, three hundred Shenji Battalion soldiers were divided into ten columns, and they came slowly with neat square steps, the Shenji Battalion was covered with black light armor, holding a steel crossbow and a fire gun in his hand, and behind him was a navy blue quiver full of arrow feathers, and the riding boots under his feet creaked in the streets of bluestone bricks.

Walking right was originally one of the recruit training set up by Zhu Jun for the Ming army, in order to strengthen the discipline of soldiers and enhance the team's ability to cooperate, I didn't expect it to come in handy today, the Burmese people have never seen such a uniform army, in their eyes, in addition to the soldier in his hand has an extra Burmese knife and ordinary people are not much different, let them carry the hoe, they can immediately become an authentic peasant. At this time, there was no concept of soldiers, especially in Burma, far from the civilized region, where the army was not an independent system, but somewhat similar to the militia group, when the world was peaceful, everyone disbanded, and once there was a war, they were recruited everywhere, or with bounties, or forcibly conscripted, such an army was essentially a group of peasants.

The Burmese people on the side of the road held their breath, as if they had forgotten to cheer, and for the first time they felt the appearance of the mighty army mentioned in the commentary.

At the corner of the street, Alun had ordered someone to set up a high platform here, Zhu Jun and a cadre of attachés stood on the platform, and had seen the Shenji Battalion phalanx coming from the left side, Zhu Jun looked carefully, whether it was longitudinal or horizontal, it was as neat as a line, nodded secretly, and expressed satisfaction with Mu Jianming's training success.

A moment later, the phalanx was close to the high platform, Mu Jianming suddenly pulled out the long sword on his waist and pointed it to the sky, and shouted: "Da Ming is mighty, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!" ”

Click...... The sound of neat horse boots slammed to the ground, making a uniform clicking sound, and the two flag-bearers holding the flag high behind Mu Jianming had raised the flag high, hunting in the winter wind, and countless people followed Mu Jianming and shouted: "Daming is mighty, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!" ”

"Da Ming is mighty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Da Ming is mighty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

shouted three times in a row, the first time it was just the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion shouting, and the second time there were some Burmese officials who followed suit, these people were not excited, they just wanted to leave a good impression on Zhu Jun, and when it came to the third time, the Burmese people in the middle of the road seemed to be infected, and they also roared one after another.

Zhu Jun's face has a long-lost smile, he is in charge of the world alone, and the drunken beauty knee is the highest state of a man's ideal, Zhu Jun has already felt it, although there is a long way to go, but today he feels that it is within reach.

The squadron of the Shenji Battalion walked by, followed by the Shenyong Battalion with a long knife in their hands, which was more murderous than the Shenji Battalion, and then the mountain battalion in green clothes and black armor, carrying steel crossbow quivers on their backs, daggers with cowhide sheaths tied to their calves, and long black ropes stuck in their waists. In the end, it was the Navy Battalion that walked under the leadership of Liu Er, and the Navy Battalion was wearing light blue light armor, long knives, and steel crossbows, which looked murderous under the banner display.

"Da Ming is mighty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" In the loud roar, the last group of sailors crossed from the high platform, and then a tight sound of horses' hooves sounded at the city gate, and Li Dingguo, who was familiar with copper armor, urged the horse, and behind him were hundreds of knights with the sun and moon flag of the red sun and yellow moon on a black background and the banner of the righteous king Li of Shangshuyi quickly crossed, and behind the knights, there were 10,000 northern Burmese troops wearing new armor.

There was a commotion among the Burmese people, and some Burmese who knew Chinese were already shouting on the side of the road: "It's the Ming army of Li Dingguo in northern Burma." ”

As soon as this statement came out, the commotion was more prevalent, relative to Zhu Jun, Li Dingguo's power in northern Myanmar was greater, since Li Dingguo's lone army entered northern Myanmar, the Burmese side made it difficult in many ways, Li Dingguo was furious, with 10,000 lone troops to break the Burmese 100,000 elephant soldiers, the Burmese people were frightened, and finally Emperor Yongli personally wrote a letter to ask Li Dingguo to strike the army before stopping, Zhu Jun can live until now, most of them are also the power of this war, so that the Burmese king throws a mouse bogey, for fear of angering Li Dingguo.

Although the Northern Burmese Army was undertrained and its footsteps were scattered, it had the courage of a division of a hundred battles, although it was like dry bones, with yellow faces and thin muscles, the soaring murderous aura exuded from the whole body made the Burmese people who pushed forward and watched from the sandwich road couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Da Ming is mighty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" When walking through the high platform, 10,000 soldiers from northern Myanmar roared loudly, although it was a little scattered, but the shouts shook the sky.

Zhu Jun's eyes widened, facing the hot sun, and he couldn't help beckoning lightly: "I Daming begged the thief in the sky, and now the thief is ambushed, and the people are happy." The generals must restrain their subordinates, except for those who are ordered to patrol, they are not allowed to leave the camp without permission to disturb the people, and violators will be punished by military orders. ”

A Burmese official with a high voice hurriedly shouted loudly, relaying Zhu Jun's words in Burmese. The Burmese people are even more joyful, most of them will condone the looting of their subordinates after attacking the city in the past war, they have long had this layer of worry, today seeing Zhu Jun speak, there is a sense of happiness in the chest for the rest of their lives.

What they don't know is that the Ming army is different from the warlords, but the purpose is still the same, and the reason why the Ming army did not commit any crimes in the autumn is that it intends to treat the Burmese as its own people, and use them as a base for anti-Qing in the future. And the warlord only gets one vote and leaves, of course, he can grab as much as he can, and the people are still the object of exploitation, but the priority is different.

"I have given orders to heaven, I am the co-lord of the world, today the traitor has been exterminated, the state should be returned to the Burmese royal family, in order to ensure the long-term peace and stability of the Burmese country, three days later, I and the Ming army will withdraw from Ava." Zhu Jun squinted his eyes and gave Alun who was standing aside a look.

After listening to the Burmese official's Burmese relay, the Burmese people couldn't help but be surprised, how could there be such a thing in the world? The Ming Emperor spent so much effort that he didn't take a penny, and returned the occupied city, at this time, I don't know who in the crowd shouted: "Long live His Majesty the Ming Emperor, please let His Majesty the Emperor sit in charge of the country!" ”

This person's Burmese language is not proficient, but he is dressed as a Burmese in the crowd, but his skin is not as dark as that of the Burmese.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, please let His Majesty the Emperor sit in charge of the country!" Most Burmese people still have little to do with sinister politics, only knowing that the Ming army is mighty and majestic, and there is no offense against the people, coupled with the emperor's own temperament, people are not only kind, but also seem to be kind, and they can't help but shout.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, your subordinates have something to do." Alun had already understood what Zhu Jun meant, and bowed down on the high platform.