Chapter 166 The Duan family in Dali escapes

"General manager, let's run south. We can go down the river. There are many Burmese people in the plains there who can take advantage of it!" one of the generals advised.

"No, the Burmese can no longer be trusted. I heard that King Manghei of Burma was captured by Chen Youliang and surrendered. If we go to the territory of the Burmese again, wouldn't we be waiting to die!"

Some other generals immediately and firmly opposed it.

With the defeat of Yerenshan, Duan Gong completely lost Burma, Pangya and other allies.

Now that there is no way to go south, the only escape route left is to the west.

However, Duan Gong and the others did not know anything about the geographical and cultural conditions in the west. In desperation, they could only find a few Burmese people to ask about the situation in the west.

The Burmese told Duan Gong and the others that there was a Bangladesh to the west.

The people of the country are thin and can be bullied, the country is full of states and cities, the army is very weak, and the country also produces rice, jute, spices and other treasures.

For the Burmese, the neighboring Bangladesh region has always been a civilization higher than theirs.

The Burmese people have always viewed the Bangladesh region with envy.

But if you want to enter the Bangladesh area, you must cross the big river ahead.

Duan Quanfa led everyone to investigate ahead, and sure enough they encountered a very huge river blocking the way.

Everyone was immediately confused again.

Chen Youliang's Han army has already been stationed in the north of Yeren Mountain. If anything happens, they can attack immediately.

"The river is really wide and fast!"

Yang Wudi, the Dali general on the side, said.

They have no way out now, and the army's lack of supplies must be replenished as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Duan Gong.

Duan Gong thought for a while, then stood up and became enlightened.

He said to everyone with firm eyes.

"Now that the enemy situation ahead is unknown, we must not act rashly!"

"But if we don't cross the river to search, the army's supplies will be cut off."

"So, someone needs to be the vanguard to cross the river, explore the military situation ahead, and then find a suitable place to cross the river and head west!"

Duan Gong's words deeply touched everyone's hearts.

However, no one responded to the question of who should be the vanguard.

In a strange area where you are unfamiliar with life, no one knows what dangers you will encounter.

Duan Gong saw that everyone refused to respond, so he planned to order the general himself.

At this moment, someone suddenly took the initiative to ask for help.

"Manager, Yang is willing to go!"

The person who spoke was none other than Yang Wudi just now.

"Brother Yang is indeed very brave. I will entrust this matter to you!" Duan Gong handed over the task to Yang Wudi unceremoniously.

Yang Wudi is from the Pai Yi people in Yunnan, and has been a subordinate of the Duan family in Dali for generations.

Therefore, Yang Wudi is not afraid of hardships and dangers.

Duan Gong ordered everyone to work day and night to make a batch of rafts, which were used as tools for Yang Wudi to cross the river.

Even if they hurried and hurried slowly, they could only make a raft capable of transporting five or six hundred people.

Finally, we had to wait for several more days to transport the horse baggage.

However, a sudden violent storm prevented everyone from delaying any longer.

After hearing about the heavy rain, Yang Wudi personally led 500 Dali cavalry across the river.

With this unpredictable weather, who knows if there will be another heavy rain lasting two or three months.

One early morning, hundreds of rafts headed across the river.

Just after setting off, a raft capsized.

Although no casualties were caused, everyone was still in a depressed mood.

Especially Yang Wudi's heart was filled with anxiety.

"I wonder how many soldiers and horses the Bengalis on the other side of the river are waiting for!"

"If the Bengal troops and horses are too strong, with my ability to manipulate the Yi, I will definitely be able to escape if I lose 30% of the troops."

Looking at the wide river, Yang Wudi frowned and thought about all the bad possibilities in advance.

...

Just as Yang Wudi was crossing the river, he was on the other side of the river.

Pramo Rattan was a city lord in eastern Bengal.

Every time the rainy season ends, I have to go out and inspect my territory.

As a noble Kshatriya, there are hundreds of villages and tens of thousands of residents in the territory of Bamarodana.

In the Bengal area, he is considered a powerful prince.

Even the Delhi Sultanate dynasty, which had just taken over the Bengal region, rewarded Pramo Rodan well.

However, even though he is so noble and powerful, there are still some barbarians without eyes who come to cause trouble.

Not so long ago…

Bamoluodan's territory on the east bank of the Ming River was attacked and occupied by a group of barbarians from the east.

Pramo Rodan knew that there was a group of barbarians living in the jungle area to the east, called the Burmese.

He thought that the rainy season was over now.

You can gather your subordinates to form a powerful army and drive away the savages on the other side.

Bamoluodan thought that with hundreds of tough warriors in his territory, he could destroy those daring Pyu people.

When the time comes, capture them all and make them slaves, and let them and those despicable "untouchables" be slaves for generations to come.

"Dear Master, ahead is White Elephant City. People there say that the shadows of those barbarians can be seen on the other side of the river!"

Just as Bamaroddan was lost in thought, a fat slave with a dark complexion next to him said with a smile.

The fat slave's dark face almost twisted into a chrysanthemum because he smiled so hard.

Pramo Rodan didn't even look at the slave, but looked forward.

The so-called White Elephant City is actually just a small village surrounded by bamboo and wood walls, home to thousands of people. In the myths and legends of Tianzhu, a small village of this size is classified as a "city".

Otherwise, in ancient times there would have been millions of cities and hundreds of millions of people.

"It's really outrageous!"

"Why didn't Na Tuolu from Baixiang City come to greet you?"

Pramo Rodan was already very angry that the lord of White Elephant City was so disrespectful.

"Master, maybe Na Tuo Lu has forgotten about this matter. After all, there are ferocious barbarians attacking on the other side of the river."

The fat and dark personal servant next to him said.

"If Na Tuolu doesn't know how to respect me as a lord, then he will not receive the blessing of Brahma God, and he will become a Shudra in his next life!" Pamaradan cursed bitterly.

When the servants nearby heard this, they all secretly rejoiced.

If Na Tuo Lu becomes a Sudra in his next life, he will no longer be able to serve as a steward for his master. Wouldn’t it be that he had reserved a position for them early on?

If ordinary people seriously think about this kind of promotion opportunity in the next life, there must be something wrong in their minds.

But in the magical place of Tianzhu subcontinent, it is a question that everyone firmly believes in.

The noble master will still be the master in the next life.

Those who are in charge of the same job will still be in charge in the next life and continue to be such a loser.

These slaves are still slaves.

And as long as they slaves work diligently as cows and horses in this life, the vacant "dog-leg" position in the next life may fall to them.

"Send someone to summon Na Tuo Lu. I want him to kiss my toes to greet his master before he sees the spire of White Elephant City!"

Pramalada sent two slaves to summon Natuulu to come and kiss his feet, and then he ordered him to rest on the spot.

After all, the huge territory with a radius of hundreds of miles is enough to tire Bamaroddan and his party.

After being fanned very carefully by two servants, Bamaroddan lay down leisurely.

While he was taking a rest in the cool air, he was thinking about how to deal with that Tuolu who didn't know etiquette later.

"For an inferior person to lose respect for his master is to commit blasphemy against God Brahma!"
To be continued...