Annan was defeated, and Meng Yang's war was in full swing.

The hot weather hindered the march. Even the general who was so harsh as Yang Yinglong could only let his subordinates travel twenty miles a day. In fact, even so, his march was still faster than others.

In the dense forest, Yang Yinglong wiped the sweat that blocked his eyes and kept walking forward. The Miao warrior Yu Jiachang led a sword and axe to open the way. They already lived in the mountains and had their own ointment to remove poisonous insects, and fighting in the forest was always invincible.

The organization of the local soldiers is also a camp flag, but there are minor changes to the chieftains. The banner army is to integrate troops into the people and the military and political integration. All male soldiers under the rule must be incorporated into the banner, practice normally, and select athletes to be organized into the camp.

The 25 soldiers in Bozhou camp were armored, and one armored chief; four armored soldiers were appointed, one sentry chief, and one assistant sentry; four sentry and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion, and one battalion was established with one subordinate general and several generals; two towns and one army were established with one general or guard, and one army was established with two thousand four hundred people.

In other words, Yang Yinglong has hundreds of thousands of flag troops under his command. Of course, they are just militias. The main combat forces have only more than ten battalions, but this system of the whole people being soldiers is conducive to mobilizing troops during war.

Even Miao girls in Bozhou would dance with swords and guns to control poisonous crossbows. This is the reason why the Bozhou army has high combat power.

At this time, the Bozhou Army, which was deeply involved in the country, was led by the gang general Huang Yuan, and the remaining troops were Yang Yinglong's private soldiers. The private soldiers had one battalion and two posts, and the battalion was an elite warrior, one was a bird gun whistle, and the other was a servant and the baggage.

They had entered Mengyang's hinterland at this time. Because of Sigu's bold strategy a few days ago, a large area of ​​Mengyang has been occupied by the Mang Yinglong army, and the troops drove together to plunder the four directions. No one could figure out how many enemies there were around.

Or, they are surrounded by enemies.

Before he walked far, the figures in the forest ahead were swaying, and several screams of the old man from Bozhou hungry came from. The strong man dodged and rushed back to several samurai soldiers with no armor and only rings of swords. They were scouts in the Bozhou army. Seeing their faces solemn, they were silent, and they went straight to the rear where Yang Yinglong and the gang general Huang Yuan were.

"Four hundred steps?"

Yang Yinglong looked at the map by penetrating the light spots in the forest, and rolled up the map and threw it to his followers with some anger.

His scout came to report that there was a village in front of him, which was now occupied by the Myanmar army. The enemy's garrison was lax and scolded Liantian, probably because he had not snatched anything.

This was a good thing. They traveled through the forest for more than ten miles to search for the enemy, but the problem lies here... They were not aimlessly looking for the enemy. Their map clearly marked that there are still seven or eight miles of mountains with Mengyang Village, which is the main road connecting the north and south. Their purpose is to seize that place.

Now there is a village suddenly appearing in an unmarked place on the map, and there are enemies with nearly a thousand people. Fighting is likely to alarm the enemy and gather around them, which will cause trouble for them.

"Master, call me?"

Huang Yuan was an old subordinate of the Yang family of Bozhou. He was a confidant general of the Yang family as early as Yang Lie. He often did many violations of Bozhou, and only their own people were left. This title is a private expression of loyalty.

Without calling His Majesty, he had already given the emperor of the capital three points of face.

This is the foundation of the Yang family's rule over Bozhou. Their ancestors don't care which generation they have, because they regard themselves as Han people, so they are all Han people. This is very mysterious and is also the source of Yang's "Yi Han customs", which expresses a mentality of giving.

My Yang family was a Han Chinese. He joined the anchor state to respect local customs and changed the Han customs into the barbarian customs. Now we are the same, you listen to me.

Yang Yinglong winked at Huang Yuan and whispered: "Go and see if you are sure."

Huang Yuan knew what Yang Yinglong said about the grasp. A Bozhou army fought against less than a thousand enemies. The victory did not need to be mentioned, unless they wanted to wipe out the entire battle.

It was too close, the two settlements were only seven or eight miles apart, and any movement could be easily transmitted, at least their cannons would not be used.

The Bozhou Army had cannons, not the kind made by Chen Mu. It was the Ming army's standard artillery in the early years. It was built from Sichuan to Bozhou. Its name was very powerful. The Poison Mist God Smoke Cannon was developed in the early Ming Dynasty and was mostly used for siege. It had a short range and low power. It caught fire and produced smoke when it hit the city.

The poisonous substances in the bullet scattered, adding to the negative state of poisoning caused by bleeding from mouth and nose. Those who are unlucky will be ignited. If the armor is on fire and poisoned, they will basically not be able to be saved.

However, this weapon cannot be used on a large scale, which is basically useless.

Yang Yinglong and Huang Yuan approached, and looked at the southwest-style hanging building from afar. The little tousled took out the monocular lens from his arms like a treasure and looked carefully. He saw the Burmese military soldiers dancing in the houses, chopping and slashing indiscriminately, venting their anger of being unable to plunder.

There is no doubt that the telescope taken out by the little tous is much more exquisite and luxurious than Chen Shuai's brass tube.

"Someone of them took off their armor." Yang Yinglong's face was full of disdain and handed the look tube to Huang Yuan, saying, "It's too scattered and it's not easy to get around, so kill them all."

Huang Yuan looked at it briefly, nodded and handed it back to the telescope, turned around and said to many general managers and officials of the State Camp: "Just like you do in your daily life, give the soldiers instructions and disperse them without leaving them."

What is the daily life of Miao warriors?

Practice hunting, tribal vendetta, and robbery.

In fact, this was a large tribal revenge, no different from when they were in the southwest chieftains.

But in a moment, Huang Yuan scattered his troops. The soldiers of each battalion led the troops to divide the troops in various places, with large crossbows under each armor or three people tied up with poisonous arrows, or single person scattered on his shoulders, scattered around the dense forest, and arranged in the forest to hide the woods.

Yang Yinglong held a ring knife and handed the telescope to the head of the bird gun whistle under his command, and reminded him: "See clearly those people. You are not like the gunmen under your brother-in-law. The practice time is still short and you can't hit it accurately. If you hit one person with thirty guns, you just need to kill those three generals."

The Burmese soldiers in the village still don't know that there are countless pairs of eyes in the forest, each of whom is aimlessly destroying them, shouting wildly, and occasionally approaching their leader and generals to complain about something.

Suddenly, a whistle was heard in the forest, and teams of Miao warriors with buns of hair suddenly came down from the leadership of Tiger Han. There was no battle formation on both sides of this encounter, but Miao warriors still formed the smallest formation, and five teams of five people surrounded the Arc Captain and rushed towards the enemy.

Each small formation is a team of five people, some are a large crossbow that is opened by three people, and some are three small crossbows. Following two warriors holding long-drawn spears, they run around and come quickly.

The Burmese generals were shocked. These people did not look like Meng Yangjun at all. They quickly gathered troops to form a formation, but Yang Yinglong did not give them time to gather troops.

Yang Yinglong, holding a long-handled ring knife in both hands, followed by a group of soldiers in front of him. Three teams of warriors holding bird guns followed closely behind, chasing nearby enemy formations, shouting that his bird gun teams were not in line, and the shooting was not consistent, but the targets were consistent.

Thirty guns are just to kill one person. It is hard to say whether this person can survive. The people who gather around him will definitely not survive.
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