It is impossible to resist, because it makes no sense at all. No one thinks that these people gathered can resist the Ming army.

After all, most of these chieftain tribes are just ordinary people. The vast majority of them have never even held a sword. How can they fight against a well-trained army?

Not to mention the Ming army, even the local soldiers of the Annan government can massacre them at will.

"Why are you crying? Can crying solve the problem? Will you not be killed if you cry? Third brother, shut your mouth. At this point, we have only two ways to go."

After Li Yuan scolded the third child who was crying miserably, he said to everyone.

Everyone immediately cast hopeful glances at the elder brother, hoping to tell him a way to survive.

"For now, we first need to tie up our father and send him to the Ming army to see if they will forgive us for our crimes."

"But we can't just wait. We have to organize a group of people in advance, bring money and food, run to the depths of the jungle before you, and then inquire about the news."

"Only in this way can we have a chance to survive."

Li Yuan forced himself to calm down and spoke slowly.

This is the only option at the moment.

After everyone listened, they could only agree with the elder brother's method, and there was no other way.

But just as we settled down here, we heard a loud noise coming from outside.

Li Yuan quickly opened the door and went out, asking the guarding clansmen what happened.

"It's not good, the chieftain officer of the Dai tribe has gone crazy, and they are storming the patriarch's house with their tribesmen."

Hearing this, Li Yuan suddenly became anxious and hurriedly said to several of his brothers: "We cannot let the Dai chieftain take away our father. He must have similar intentions to us."

"If my father falls into their hands, our chance of survival will be gone. Come on, take someone with you and follow me to get my father back."

As soon as everyone heard that they had to cut off their own way of survival, they immediately roared and rushed back with a group of Daiyi tribesmen to support him.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Most people didn't have swords or anything like that, some were holding wooden sticks, some were holding hoes, and some were holding iron pots.

More often than not, I just pick up a random stone or a sturdy piece of wood on the road and just follow along.

In this scene, the fight is a bit excessive, and it almost feels like a group fight.

And as far as the people currently under the management of Annan Chieftain are concerned, most of them are sallow and thin.

Although the Nanyang region is rich in products, the development of cultivated land is extremely weak. In terms of planting technology, the Ming Dynasty is far from comparable to the Nanyang region.

Moreover, this place is affected by the caste system. Even if it belongs to the Han cultural circle, the exploitation of the lower class people by the upper class is more serious.

Especially the chieftain, who is no different from a native emperor.

Soon, the area where many toasts gathered turned into a big melee.

Affected by the external pressure of the Ming army, most of the chieftains thought about arresting the Daiyi clan chief and then sending them to the Ming army themselves so that they could survive.

This may be the only chance now.

You know, even the sons of Mr. Li, the leader of the Daiyi tribe, are now thinking about this.

Boom boom boom!

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Not long after the melee started, artillery fire suddenly rang out.

This was the artillery originally prepared to deal with the Ming Emperor's southern tour, but now it is too red-eyed to care about so much.

Originally, not all of these artillery pieces belonged to the Dai Yi tribe, but from other chieftains, one for you and two for me.

Even when the plan is implemented, extremely valuable items such as artillery are still in their own hands and cannot be left to the Dai Yi tribe to operate.

Now that the fight is over, the artillery will naturally be brought out.

If there is one, then there are two. You have already opened fire. Am I still waiting?

Aiming at the artillery outside, he immediately turned the muzzle and began to fire at the camp.

A huge roar spread in the jungle valley. These artillery pieces were originally controlled separately by more than a dozen forces, but now they were naturally firing blindly.

The camp here was suddenly baptized by artillery fire. There was no talk of friendly forces at this time, so it was all about bombing first.

There were more than twenty artillery pieces. Perhaps their lethality was nothing, but the huge roar almost deafened the people in the camp.

Wails suddenly sounded, and people were fleeing everywhere.

"What's going on? Why is there the sound of artillery all of a sudden? Is there a civil unrest?"

The Ming army marched all the way to annihilate all the rebels who dared to murder His Majesty.

When we arrived here, the plan was to take a rest before attacking the mountain.

But the current situation seems to be that there is trouble within the other party.

Now there are two ways in front of the Ming army, whether to take advantage of the opportunity to attack directly, or to rest first according to the original plan.

Jingninghou Ye Sheng frowned.

Forcing a tired army to attack is a taboo in the art of war.
Chapter completed!