On November 23, 2019, a Ming army equipped with new continuous fire guns in Kunming City began to march out of the city towards the north. Due to the improvement and mass production of continuous fire guns, the Ming army had gradually removed steel crossbows, swords and guns and other weapons, and began to use standard equipment for continuous fire guns. Among the 40,000 new army, all except mountain camps and some spearmen were installed.

Today, the Ming soldiers are all unified in fired fire guns, with a three-foot-long military spear on their waists, a new black military uniform all over their body, a steel helmet on their heads, and a cowhide boots on their lower body. The black military uniforms of ten thousand people are winding forward like long snakes, one after another, like a black ocean rolling in the breeze.

Li Dingguo walked at the end of the team and walked side by side with several generals. He silently looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, green and green trees, but he was thinking about the Ming army's military system. Now the Ming army expanded from the first two thousand people to nearly 50,000. The original battalion system had lost its effectiveness. Now the battle focuses on cooperation between the battalions, such as the Shenyong Camp, the Shenji Camp, the mountain camp, and the Dingbei Army. In the past, when small-scale battles were fought, they could still command and enter the battle separately. However, once a large-scale battle was encountered, the battalions were mixed together. Due to different organizational structures, some officers would inevitably be a little unfamiliar in command. Mixed combat has actually begun to become the main combat method of the Ming army, but it has not been institutionalized now. Li Dingguo was thinking about whether to give this opinion to the emperor in a memorial.

"Dad, what are you thinking?" Li Xiao saw his father's eyebrows and kept silent, quickly caught up with him and asked sideways.

"Ah? Oh." Li Dingguo came back to his senses. Looking at his strong son, Li Xiao was also one of the generals who fought with the army this time. Mu Tianbo and his son stayed in Kunming to guard the city. As the saying goes, the land is good. Brothers fighting tigers, father and son are in battle. What is truly trustworthy in this world is actually brothers and sons. Li Dingguo glared at Li Xiao in anger and began to act like a father: "Commander Li. I have taught you from time to time that there is no favoritism in the army. Should you call me the military position?"

Li Xiao scratched his head. Compared to his family tutor, the Li family, which was born in the army, was much more relaxed than the Mu family in Yunnan. Mu Jianming didn't even dare to show off his grandfather in front of his father. However, Li Xiao did not. He followed his father and brother to fight when he was seven or eight years old, and later his brother died in Sichuan. He was only sixteen years old at that time, and became his father's personal soldier. He fought thousands of miles north and south, and the father and son often fought side by side. The brotherly friendship between living and dead together, so Li Xiao did not seem too reserved in front of Li Dingguo. In the face of his father's accusations, he laughed: "Master, what are you thinking about? Is it the Qing army on Sichuan Road? In my opinion, the Sichuan army's light army advanced, and its commander seemed to be an idiot, and it was no big deal."

Li Dingguo shook his head and said nothing, and the anger on his face disappeared. He gently patted Li Xiao’s broad shoulders and turned to the topic: “Commander Li, you have indeed grown up, and you are taller than me. In the past two years, you have grown a lot with the emperor. In this battle, I will let you be the pioneer. Do you dare?"

Li Xiao raised his chest and said, "Of course I dared. Our Li family has never had a coward. When my eldest brother was surrounded by the Qing army on Gunniang Mountain in Sichuan, he took hundreds of brothers down the mountain to fight against the Qing army."

Li Dingguo thought of his eldest son who died in battle, his eyes dimmed and he looked much older. He sighed and said, "Your brother is a good child, and he is even a good man. You are willing to learn from him. I am very handsome.

Li Dingguo suddenly cheered up and raised his voice: "Li Xiao."

"The last one will be here." Li Xiao responded with great energy.

Li Dingguo's eyes turned to the distance: "I will ask you to lead two thousand elite soldiers as the vanguard. If someone blocks your way, no matter who it is." Li Dingguo clenched his fist: "Destroy them and rush over!"

"As for your order!" Li Xiao saluted his father and ordered all his troops.

Li Dingguo looked firmly at his son's back as he drifted farther and farther away. Target: Chengdu. The Qing army would probably not believe it. The combat direction set by the Ming army in 10,000 was neither to block the offensives of the Qing army from the three routes, nor to defend the city. Instead, he quickly defeated the main force of the Sichuan army and approached the city of Chengdu. No one has ever taken such a bold action in history.

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Dingguo's mouth. It would be fine. He told himself that no one could stop an invincible force. This was the most powerful fist. They were well-trained, experienced and equipped with the most exquisite weapons. They trained from the light morning to the evening every day. The court provided them with the best food and weapons, making each of them as strong as a hill. Even if they jogged and marched for a day and a night, they could enter the battlefield with high fighting spirit. This was the crazy barrier of Li Dingguo.

In Kunming City, hundreds of Jinyiwei rushed to all corners of Yunnan with the Mutianbodi enrollment order. They came to the Miao, Li and Dai land clans respectively and met the local chieftains of the local chieftains.

It was the request of the place two months ago. The Qing army launched an offensive. Yunnan was facing a crisis. People from all villages were asked to come out to fight the Qing army together.

"Master Tusi, Mr. Mu said that as long as you are willing to give up people, all the food, food and salary..." The messenger repeated Mu Tianbo's words and was interrupted by the triad of callous hands halfway through the local triad. They would look at the messenger angrily, as if they had been greatly insulted.

The ethnic groups in the southwest are different from those in the north. They do not have the aggressive nature of the northern Mongolians, Xiongnus, Turks, and Qing dynasties. What they yearn for is a life of no struggle. As long as no one bullies them and can gain the respect of others, they will regard you as their good brothers and good friends. In their dictionary, friends and brothers are defended with blood. When friends are in trouble, we will help each other. Brothers need help. Even if they die, they will stand with you. If you talk to us about money, then it is an insult to our copycat. Did you see that we Miao people have asked for money for their brothers?

The Mu family ruled in Yunnan for 300 years and has always pursued the policy of maintaining health and restoration. They treat all ethnic groups equally. Some necessities will be allocated appropriately to some counterfeit villages that lack salt and iron. Therefore, the young people in Yunnan often feel the kindness of the Mu family. This time, Mr. Mu summoned him to guard the city, and there was no unresponsiveness to the counterfeit villages.

The scimitar on the waist of the toast always hangs on the waist. This is a symbol of the authority of the toast. In front of the messenger, the toast had drawn out the scimitar and cut his fingers. Drops of blood remained from the tip of his fingers. The blood was dripped into the bowl of rice wine. Finally, the toast was picked up and sent to the messenger: "For three hundred years, the water of the Kadon River combined cannot compare to the kindness of Prince Mu to us. Friend, after drinking this bowl of blood wine, you are the good brothers of our parody. We fight for Prince Mu and the good brothers of the Ming Dynasty."

The messenger drank the rice wine in one go, and was dragged away by someone to swore an oath. The enthusiasm of these simple and local people gradually melted the Jinyiwei, who had always been known for his coldness.

At the Kunming city gate, countless natives with bows and arrows gathered from all directions. They entered the city in groups of three or five. At the gate, a few Ming soldiers who knew the local dialect immediately led them into the military camp east of the city to settle. The chieftains of the village went to the Duke Mu Mansion to visit one by one. Everything seemed orderly, without any confusion.

In a few days, the natives in the east military camp of the city had gathered more than 20,000 people. These natives lived in poor mountains and ridges. Except for a small number of farming, they spent most of their time fighting beasts in the forest. They had faced countless dangers since they were born. From the moment they became adults, everyone had developed a strong body and the most practical swordsmanship in a difficult environment. As long as someone could restrain them, each of them could immediately transform into the most qualified soldier.

"Great Prince Mu, the mountain village in the mountains of Kalusa greets you. My tribe and I come to visit you with sword arrows, and will use sword arrows to protect your safety."

"The tribes along the Lijiang River greet you. We have brought a total of 231 warriors. They will assist you in guarding Kunming and present you with the head of the Qingdog."

"Adabu Miao Village greeted Prince Mu. The king of Mu of all generations gave our parodies salt and medicinal materials, so that our tribesmen can taste the most wonderful food in the world and also allow our tribesmen to resist diseases. We remember King Mu's kindness in our hearts. Today, all the warriors in Abuda have come, and we will be with Kunming. Even if we die, the Miao people will never give up the city."

At the Duke of Mu Guo’s mansion, the dozen or so-called gangsters who arrived early this morning, met Mu Tianbo and bowed down to pay tribute to the spiritual leader of Yunnan.

Mu Tianbo had a faint smile on his face, and he helped everyone to avoid gifts. With the help of these natives, plus the five thousand Ming troops, and the people in the city, relying on the thick walls, wide moats, and using hundreds of artillery pieces, Mu Tianbo believed that it would be impossible for the Qing army arriving in Kunming to capture the city within a year or two.

A smile appeared on Mu Tianbo's face, and he was saying in his heart: "Mr. Li, Mu is guarding Kunming, the rest depends on you."

"Everyone." Mu Tianbo looked at each toast, and the head man bowed sincerely and shouted loudly: "I am very grateful for your ability to come to Kunming and serve me."

"But I have a first say that since the warriors from all the villages gathered in Kunming, they must obey the constraints of military law. If someone disobeys the order, I will inevitably tear off my face and implement military law. Do you have any objections?"

"I would like to obey Prince Mu's orders. If someone in the village violates military laws, we must not do anything for the prince." The chieftains and the heads knew the general knowledge and knew how important the orders were for marching and fighting, so they all agreed.

Mu Tianbo could only smile bitterly. Except for Mu Ying who was named king, the descendants of the Mu family were only the title of Duke. These natives were not clear about it and had been called King Mu for three hundred years, and they could not change their words. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. There are more chapters, support the author and support the official.
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