The Ming army messenger sent messages to the chieftains everywhere!

All the chieftains sent out local soldiers!

Mubang's local soldiers are rushing to Misson.

...

In the following days, pieces of information related to the chieftains gathered in front of the Mangdala case. The chieftains sent local soldiers to help, and some territories that had been annexed in the past, such as Mengyang Xuanweisi, and other places.

"We must let the Ming Dynasty withdraw its troops as soon as possible. If they do not withdraw, there will definitely be a big trouble!"

Mangdala said worriedly.

"It's not just a big mess. Now there are less than 50,000 Ming troops. The reason why they haven't crossed the river is because we have 300,000 troops here. But if the chieftains send troops here, their reinforcements may be less than 50,000 or 60,000 reinforcements, and then they will have 100,000 troops!"

Several court officials said one by one.

Myanmar has an army of 300,000!

This is just a profession. Even with the current army of more than 200,000, it will be a male student in the country. From a 14 or 15-year-old child to a 60-year-old father-in-law, let alone a father-in-law, many of them are even recruited by three generations of grandparents and grandchildren.

In fact, the army of more than 200,000 is only 100,000 at most. If the Ming army had 100,000, the Ming army would definitely kill Ruilijiang.

"People from Tang, have you ever contacted General Zhengnan there?"

Mangdala asked quickly.

"Please rest assured, that is, General Zhengnan has a guard commander around him, so he must avoid him..."

While Guest Tang was slapped his chest and promised, Mangdala was still secretly praying for the Buddha's blessing to spread the disease in the Ming army's barracks. Often, this kind of prayer is very effective. Not to mention the Ming army that came from afar, even when Burma and Siam were fighting, the disease was often transmitted in the army. However, foreigners who came from afar like the Ming army were more likely to be infected with diseases, even in the dry season.

In fact, this does not require the blessing of Buddha at all, because it is inevitable in this tropical rainforest. This is even the biggest enemy of the army to fight. Decades ago, when the Siamese soldiers surrounded Awa City, they were about to break the city, and the disease spread in the army. Not only did tens of thousands of Siamese people die, but even their kings fell ill and died.

This is true for the Siamese people, and the Ming army coming from the north would definitely be unacceptable to the local conditions and then become more ill.

Then... they didn't even need to take action, and they got out of the way.

Maybe it is because of sincerity, or maybe it is because Mangdala's prayer really came in handy, and some spies reported that many people in the Ming army's camp were infected.

"Blessed by Buddha! At most half a month, the Ming army will definitely withdraw its troops!"

Mangdala excitedly vowed that after returning to Awa City, he would build another golden pagoda to thank the Buddha for his blessing.

When fighting here, the biggest enemy is never a living enemy, but a terrain, climate, and especially disease.

"Now General Zhengnan, even if he doesn't want to, he can only negotiate with us!"

Mangdala said proudly that since the disease is prevalent in the Ming army camp, then as long as he gives General Zhengnan enough face to let him go back and explain to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. This war will naturally disappear invisible.

"Blessed by Buddha!"

Just when he said the Buddha's blessing again, he had no idea that on the beach dozens of miles away, a Ming army, led by the local people, crossed the Ruili River with light and simple armed prisoners and departed to the rear of the Burmese army.

In fact, Mangdala knew that the so-called "disease transmission in the military" was just the wind released by Mu Tianbo, and was to conceal the next move.

"The troops led by Xu Jiawei have arrived at the rear of the Burmese army. Since the Burmese army is not very vigilant, why is Xibo from Jin willing to attack at night?"

Mu Tianbo said in confusion.

Compared with the professional legion of the Ming Dynasty, the group of "serf soldiers" in Myanmar are not enough at all, and they are even unable to stop the Ming army's attack. Therefore, from the beginning, Mu Tianbo advocated a strong attack, but Li Dingguo did not agree.

"The night attack will definitely defeat the enemy in one go, but the Duke of Qian, more than 200,000 Burmese troops are gathered here. If they just defeat the enemy, they will definitely be able to reorganize their battles when they escape back. I don't know how long the war will last. If you want to fight to determine the world, you must wipe them out here and completely dispel their idea of ​​reorganizing their battles!"

Since you want to fight, you have to completely break their bones, rather than delaying the troubles.

After staring at the map, Li Dingguo thought about it, adjusted the deployment of the troops again, and then said.

"Tomorrow morning!"

...

The next morning,

The golden sunlight is softly scattered on the earth, and the air is filled with the fragrance of plants. The calm Ruili River is shrouded in a layer of veil. Occasionally, a few water birds fly past the water, leaving a series of ripples on the water.

The Burmese soldiers on the walls of the riverside may not have woken up yet. Although they were holding long spears, they were battering Ayao from time to time. Among the dozens of fence camps behind him, the Burmese soldiers from all over the world had already woken up from their sleep. These were either wearing various clothes or playing shirtless Burmese people, in fact, were mostly just civilians. They usually farm for the lords and fought for the troops when they went to war. They were said to be civilians, but according to the standards of the Ming Dynasty, they were just serfs.

These people greeted each other, crowded and waiting to receive their meals, and they would still tell jokes while queuing. For them, it seemed like an early morning like yesterday.

However, they did not know that on the other side of the river, the Ming army was also busy. A whirlwind rocket launcher was set up behind the woods less than a hundred meters away from the river. The gunners loaded thousands of shells into the firing tubes...

While the gunners were busy, a group of local soldiers dressed in natives were watching all this curiously. The leader was Sihua, chieftain of Meng Yangxuanwei Division. Fifty years ago, Meng Yangxuanwei Division was occupied by the Burmese people. His grandfather and some of his people fled to the Ming Dynasty and have been living under others since then. Originally, he thought he would never have the chance to return to Meng Yang again, and he even planned to live in the Ming Dynasty like his father. However, the Duke of Qian recruited him to Kunming and told him that the court was going to use troops in Myanmar and that he could return to Meng Yang!

"As long as the imperial army wins, we can return to Mengyang!"

Sihua prayed silently, what if he didn't win?

Nothing to lose to him,

At this moment, with a shout, a roar came from the official army's positions, and balls and thick smoke rose one after another. In the thick smoke that covered the sky and the sun, thousands of whirlwind rockets dragged the rolling thick army toward the other side of the river.

...

"Haha, Minming, I heard that we don't have to fight anymore,"

"Why?"

"There are many people in the Ming army's barracks who vomited and had diarrhea, and they were still having fever..."

"Buddha, is it true?"

"Really, if this continues, maybe soon they will withdraw their troops themselves..."

"Retreat? It's unlikely,"

While a group of Burmese people were having a meal chatting with each other, a strange sound suddenly appeared in the air, which sounded like a sharp tree flute, and the sound sounded very rapid.

"What's this?"

Jialing looked up at the sky and saw smoke traces in the air. Before he could figure out what was going on, a loud explosion came from nearby, and for a moment, the whole world began to shake.

Thousands of whirlwind rockets were like roaring fire dragons, falling from the sky, instantly covering all the Burmese camps under the artillery fire.

The moment the dense whirlwind rocket fell, the Burmese people in the camp seemed to be in hell. In the violent explosion, millions of steel fragments were scattered in the rising smoke, and the twisted fragments were like flying knives, harvesting nearby creatures. The Burmese people who were eating were blown into the sky before they even figured out what was going on.

This round of artillery came quickly and went quickly, but in just a few seconds, the violent explosion stopped, screaming in the smoke, and crying for a moment, a scattered screaming sound came one after another,

Many Burmese soldiers who had not been completely killed were covered in blood, lying on the ground, wailing in pain, asking for help.
Chapter completed!