Zhu Chunchen's words immediately made Le Wen excited.

Among the legends passed down from generation to generation, the Modao Formation is almost invincible - the Modao Formation comes out and the people and horses are shattered!

If it weren't for Mo Dao, his ancestors would not have built a foothold here!

However, as time goes by, Mo Dao has completely disappeared into the long river of history, and the way of fighting among himself and his people is very different from the way of fighting among his ancestors.

However, without sufficient force, people like me, including the ancestors of me, would have been eliminated long ago. How can we gain a foothold in this land full of war and killing?

Here are all the enemies who are clamoring to let them go to the fire...

After calming down his excitement, Le Wen bowed and said, "Go back to the master, I am wandering away. If I can't fight, I'm afraid I'll be annexed a long time ago. How can I wait until the heavenly soldiers come?"

Zhu Chunchen nodded and said, "I will send the chief secretary of the army and the commander of the Beijing camp to help you. Manipur's guard cannot be just an empty air, nor just a name!"

Lewen was immediately overjoyed and bowed, "Mr. Xie! But, I have a reluctant request for humble vocation?"

Zhu Chunchen smiled and said, "Just say it."

Le Wen said: "My grandpa, I have lived here for a long time, and I am also adapting to the battle here. As for Mo Dao..."

After a bitter smile, Le Wen continued: "I will not hide it from you, the method of forging and using Modao has long been lost, and even the people of Beizhi and others can no longer use Modao."

Zhu Chunchen laughed, but there was a little bitterness in his laughter: "How many good things have you lost after you have been away from home for thousands of years? Even the method of the Modao passed down by our ancestors has been lost!"

Even the Tang Dynasty himself played with the Modao Dao. Can these soldiers who were wandering outside and their descendants still play? It is unlikely to think about it.

The old book of Tang Dynasty: Biography of Li Siye" records that "two thousand infantry soldiers were stolen with swords, long axes were blocked, and they advanced like walls, and they were in a way that was in no way." The statement "both people and horses were broken" mainly describes Li Siye's courage.

Although Modao Hands are strong men specially selected from the army, not all Modao Hands can use this effect. Only Li Siye, who is seven feet tall, can achieve the effect of "the one who is the Siye sword will be broken."

The heavy armor and Modao are still very powerful, and they can fight hard even when facing cavalry.

However, this lineup of heavy armor and Modao is too luxurious. First of all, it is the choice of soldiers. It is not an exaggeration to say that one is one in a hundred or even one in a thousand.

The second is the heavy armor and Modao - the creation of these two things is already very difficult, but they are used on the battlefield, and this thing is like a consumable!

Finally, the training intensity of soldiers using Modao is placed there, and the consumption of diet and supplies can be imagined.

In the face of such high costs, not to mention the average poor country or small country, it is difficult to support even a powerful country like the Tang Dynasty.

The hard indicators of this thing are placed there. If the equipment does not meet the standards, it is a search for death. If the soldiers do not meet the standards, they cannot play this set of equipment, and if the logistics does not meet the standards, they cannot play it.

Therefore, after the Anshi Rebellion, Modao, which was entering like a wall, slowly disappeared.

After waved his hand and signaling Lewen not to feel guilty, Zhu Chunchen continued: "Even if you can still use Modao, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it anymore.

Today's Ming Dynasty, prosperous Tang Dynasty, and old Song Dynasty are different.

Although the equipment such as swords, guns, swords and halberds are still in use, they are slowly being replaced by muskets and cannons, so Modao naturally won’t be very useful."

When Le Wen heard this, his expression was a little sad - Mo Dao is the spiritual pillar of his people, the pride in his heart. Even if it has been lost, no one will use this kind of equipment that only exists in the legend.

However, Le Wen also knew that what Zhu Chunchen said was not false.

Some time ago, when he pulled the special envoy of Na Na to watch the cannons shooting, Lewen's heart had quietly compared the Ming Dynasty's cannons with the legendary Mo Dao.

The conclusion is that it cannot be defeated.

Unless it is close combat, causing the cannon to lose its effect, perhaps the Modao Formation can rely on the legendary heavy armor to take the attack on the musket and push off the musket army formation - however, the chance of this possibility is basically zero.

Zhu Chunchen continued: "After you go back, select the soldiers and form the Manipur Guard, someone will give you some advice on how to train and how to adapt to the firearms and cannons of the Ming Dynasty.

All the equipment will be transferred from the fleet there after you arrive in Myanmar with the Lord and distributed it to you and others."

...

Barpukan left, took his wife, sister-in-law, eldest son, daughter and others and then set off. Except for the castrated servants who were accompanying the guards, Barpukan did not notify anyone.

My heart is cold!

My ancestors have ruled this land for generations, and I can be considered as a good person for the people, but what about now?

Which of those loyal ministers who are usually loyal to you is not looking forward to being incest?

It doesn’t matter what you have to possess after you are attached. What’s important is that possession can bring them too many benefits, which is enough.

So, after Balpukan prepared the map and household registration book, he left - he would not stay in this sad place.

So neither Zhu Chunchen nor Zhang Zhiji expected that Barpukan would come so quickly.

This time, Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji did not say those sarcastic nonsense, nor did they scare people with a knife, but instead called him Your Highness, which made Barpukan feel much better.

Although he has become a prince from a king, what kind of prince is he? What kind of prince is his prince? How can he talk about it in the same way?

Thinking of this, Barpukan's heart became happy again.

After ordering people to arrange the food and drinks, Zhu Chunchen bowed to Balpukan and said, "Since your highness has arrived, why don't we set off tomorrow and go to Myanmar to meet the Saint?"

Barpukan nodded and said, "Just follow Cheng Guo Duke. Xiao Wang still doesn't understand many etiquettes. Do you have to worry about Cheng Guo Duke along the way?"

Zhu Chunchen laughed and said, "For this matter, why should your highness be too humble?"

Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhi were extremely happy. They did not use any weapons and forced themselves to surrender to a country and take back their hometowns such as Tubo. This was a real great achievement. This was an inevitable result in the history books of later generations!

Compared with the joy of Balpukan and others, Sha Jahan, the current Mughal emperor and the ruler of the world, was really not happy.

Too much bullying!

What did I do with Mughal? I was waiting for a good pilgrimage, chanting scriptures, and worshipping, and I was still busy building a tomb for Ben Khan's beloved concubine. I didn't bother anyone to attack anyone. Your Ming Emperor came to smash the ground with hundreds of thousands of horsemen?

I'm not easy to bully either! Do you think I am made of mud?

Sha Jahan, who was furious in his heart, also temporarily let go of Ajiman Banu, a beautiful, intelligent and versatile woman from Persia.

After summoning several sons and civil and military ministers, Sha Jahan, who was on the throne, spoke first: "Ben Khan doesn't want to hear any bad news anymore. Maybe there is no worse news than now, right?"

Aurangzebu, the Minister of War, who is equivalent to Mughal and the third son of Sha Jahan, came out and said, "I'm afraid my father will be disappointed, and a worse news came early this morning."

Sha Jahan suddenly felt that he was old.

The second son Shashua is no longer obedient and vaguely shows that he wants to challenge Prince Daro Sicho.

And this third son, who is the most talented and resourceful, now shows disrespect for himself.

The prince whom he had high hopes always seemed a little mediocre and incompetent compared to his second and third sons - he should study scriptures instead of becoming the next Mughal emperor!

After rubbing his forehead, Sha Jahan turned his attention to Ozeranbu: "Tell me, what kind of bad news is that makes my most resourceful son feel tricky?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Ozerangbu's heart.

If it were the same, Ozerab would never dare to ignore the thumping meaning of Shah Jahan's words, but what about now?

The lion is old and even his minions have been worn out. Who can he scare even if he roars hard?

After quietly looking up at Sha Jahan who was high above the throne, Ozerab said: "Assam has surrendered to the Ming people.

All coastal defenses in the four southern states and Odisha, West Bengal to Tripura, have been destroyed, and the Ming people have begun to land in the state of Tamil Nadu, which has lost its coastal defense, and Kerala."

Sha Jahan nodded softly, as if he didn't take these things to heart: "So, is there any more? Is there any worse news?"

Ozelang said: "Yes, there is also. Judging from the information obtained by the sons and the current situation, the Ming people may have wanted to divide the troops into three groups and then advance step by step.

But the current situation is that we have not drawn enough troops to deal with the Ming people's attack, and even military pay is a big problem."

Sha Jahan, who had just squinted his eyes, finally opened his eyes: "So, let me tell Ben Khan, where is Ben Khan's invincible army? And what about the silver coins in the national treasury?"

The sneer at the corner of his mouth flashed, and Ozerangbu's expression looked very serious: "Dear father, I have to regret to tell you that your invincible army is now fighting with my mother's mother's home, Persia.

As for the silver in the treasury, in addition to dealing with daily expenses, it also needs to be used to build Taj Mahara.

In this case, we don’t have much silver coins to call out more warriors.”

Sha Jahan squinted his eyes again. Perhaps it could only be seen through his hands that had already veins. Sha Jahan is not calm now.

Ozerambo still bent, waiting for Sha Jahan to give the final decision - before he did not have enough strength to overthrow his rule, he was his best and most obedient son, no doubt about it!

When Sha Jahan opened his eyes again, his eyes turned to the prince, Daro Sicho: "My son, do you have any good suggestions?"

Daro Sicho bowed and said, "Perhaps we can withdraw the soldiers from the north and temporarily truce with those Persian heretics."

"Heaven must die! They should all go to Hell! They are sinners! Unforgivable sinners!"

Suddenly, Sha Jiahan was furious and his hair was all open and he simply stood up from the throne.

Seeing that Darro Sicho had eaten, Ozerangb bowed and said, "Then we can increase taxes. Those heretics who do not believe in God will still live in the kingdom of God, and we can increase war taxes on them."

Slowly calmed down, Huangsha Jahan sat down again and narrowed his eyes again: "Even so, it only solved the problem of silver coins. But what about the army?"

Ozelamb continued: "When there are silver coins, how many fearless warriors my father wants to recruit?

Moreover, in addition to the white silver coins, they had already arranged their locations in the paradise with milk and honey from the first drop of blood.

They could marry seventy-two purely beautiful goddesses, and they could also get promises from the seventy relatives they had pleaded for.

You can enter heaven after death and kill those Halbys during your lifetime. Do your father still need to worry about not having enough warriors?”

Ozeramb's speech speed was very slow and his voice was very light, but it was enough to ensure that everyone could hear clearly what he was saying.

Sha Jahan also had some abnormal movements.

But after repeated consideration, Sha Jahan gave up this heart-warming proposal.

In war, it is not enough to rely on one's own passion - especially for new recruits who have not been trained, their casualties have always been the largest on the battlefield.
To be continued...