At this time, Myanmar is like the splashing waves in the center of a pond that spread to the shore, and there is no feeling of the huge changes in London thousands of miles away. The war between the British and the Chinese for colonies is still in full swing, but in the hinterland of Myanmar, another war that is not noticed by the world is also brewing and may break out at any time.

Mandalay, after the main force of the Shun Army led the main force of the Shun Army south, it seemed like a forest without tigers, and the atmosphere became a little strange. Although the nobles of the Privy Council passed the decree of His Majesty the Regent Princess to the land and freedom of the fleeing peasants not long ago, this did not mean that the nobles were willing to accept all this. The soldiers of the Shun Army who were fully armed patrolling on the streets were reminding them who was the real master here. But now the situation has changed. The powerful army has gone south to fight a war of uncertainty, and Mandalay has returned to its original state.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Zaixing raised his head and saw Liu Zhixing rushing in from the outside with anger on his face. Liu Zhixing slammed Chen Zaixing's copywriting with a thick stack of documents in his hand and said sternly: "Mr. Chen, I can't do the work of the Privy Council anymore, so I'd better invite Gao Xian to another one!"

"Please sit down by Lord Liu!" Chen Zaixing hurriedly stood up and asked Liu Zhixing to sit down, and said with a smile: "This was assigned by Shangguan before he left. I am responsible for the transfer of food, grass and military funds in the army. Even if you can't deal with the Burmese barbarians in the Privy Council, you are looking for Lord Zao, why did you come to me?"

"Hmph!" Liu Zhixing snorted coldly, pointed to the pile of documents on the desk and said, "Why don't you blame me? If you hadn't sent the eldest princess to pass the decree to give land and freedom to escape peasants, how could those nobles make trouble in the Privy Council? Look, these are the land dispute documents of those nobles, and the Privy Council has been defeated. I said Chen Fusheng, Chen Fusheng! You are not a person who doesn't know the importance of the matter? You are so fussy, you are not afraid of losing Myanmar in the future. The censors of Hanjing will report you a book? At that time, your attendants may not be able to protect you!"

Chen Zaixing didn't read the documents and smiled and said, "Mr. Liu, you can't say that. When a war breaks out in Myanmar, there will be farmers running away. In the past, the king will pardon some of the fleeing peasants and place them in his own territory. This is also common, but the scope of the war this time is larger and more farmers are running away!"

"But you also want to see when this is? Are you not afraid of aristocrats going to the British? Are you fighting the British in the south?"

"I'm even more afraid of the livelihood of those fleeing farmers!" Chen Zaixing's face became colder. He pointed to the stack of documents on the right side of the desk: "Mr. Liu, these are reports of grain teams that have been attacked along the way in three days. Think about it, if the land and freedom of those fleeing farmers were not given to them, they would become bandits. At that time, this report would crush this table. I don't have so many troops to protect all caravans and road construction teams." As for the nobles, they can only feel wronged for a while now, and someone will always make sacrifices.

Liu Zhixing did not continue to argue, but judging from the expression on his face, he was not convinced by Chen Zaixing, but he had not found any words to refute for a while. After about a while, Liu Zhixing paused, turned around and walked out with hatred, leaving only Chen Zaixing in the room.

Looking at Liu Zhixing's departure, Chen Zaixing's face did not become relaxed. He encouraged Luo Lin to give land and freedom to escaped farmers at this time, of course, not only to let escaped farmers return to the land, but the bigger reason was to take this rare opportunity to destroy the old village and community system in Myanmar. Because under the old village and community system, the farmers in the village and community were self-sufficient. Except for a few necessities, they almost did not need to buy any foreign goods, and their remaining products were mostly exploited by the nobles. In this way, except for a very small number of luxury goods, the goods that Shunguo could sell were extremely limited. The farmers in the village and community were also bound to the land and had no real personal freedom. Foreign Shunguo merchants were very likely to hire workers whether they wanted to start a mine.

The difficulty, especially when Myanmar was vast and sparsely populated, and the population was far from reaching the overpopulation state of Dashun at that time, this situation of free labor shortage was even more serious. Chen Zaixing had been doing business in Myanmar for many years and felt pain in the above two points. Now, whether it is the construction of the Yunnan-Burma Railway or the monopoly of China-Myanmar trade, its value depends on the size of the Myanmar market and raw material production. In his opinion, a Myanmar composed of countless isolated and irrelevant small farmers is much more beneficial to him than the current Myanmar composed of tens of thousands of nobles. These villages are like the hard shells of coconuts. Only by breaking them can he suck the juice of wealth easily from it. This is the real purpose of his own taking a huge risk at the beginning and escorting the two escaped princes to Dashun with Badu.

The premise of all this is to be able to win the war, at least to force the British to recognize Dashun's control over the central and northern regions of Myanmar. Otherwise, all the efforts and wealth he had put in before would be wasted. Just as Liu Zhixing said just now, the censors in the capital would not let him go this time. Not to mention his mentor, even the current empress dowager may not be able to protect him. Thinking of this, Chen Zaixing couldn't help but turn around irritably. His sleeve happened to be brought to a stack of documents on the desk, and a bang suddenly fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Chen Zaixing cursed, leaned over and picked up the documents. Suddenly, a few lines of words on the documents caught his attention. He picked up the documents and read them carefully: "The giant thieves in Bagan are separated, and their divisions are scattered and robbed all directions. It is said that the thief's head Song Gan has been detained."

"Being detained?" Chen Zaixing repeated a few times in a low voice, suddenly rushed to a file cabinet next to him like crazy, and flipped out a stack of letters from the drawer to look. Suddenly, he pulled out a letter from the middle, read it from beginning to end, and took out another letter. After reading all the letters, Chen Zaixing suddenly cursed: "Badu, Badu, since you have taken the sang ginseng, why don't you tell me! Now his subordinates are scattered and have become bandits, and it's not me who is unlucky!"

Humiliation.

Badu was walking in the trenches, followed by more than a dozen officers and guards, and a few sparse guns came from afar. When Jason arrived in Yangon, the British colonial authorities confirmed from him that Kitchener had fallen into the hands of the enemy. He immediately appointed Colonel Alexander, the captain of the fast cruiser of Yangon's highest rank, as the commander, to launch a military operation to retake Beimue. The British team was very quick. On the eighth day after Jason left Beimue, the British inland squadron appeared on the river surface and bombarded the positions of the Shun Army with its eight-inch main cannon.

"Sir, you shouldn't come to such a cutting-edge place. There are many British snipers on the other side!" An officer whispered.

"Sniper?" Pao smiled disdainfully: "The bullet that can kill me has not been built yet!" He looked at the soldier half-squatted against the inner wall of the trench and asked, "How is this trench? Better or bad than the previous chest wall?"

"Okay!" the officer replied: "The enemy's cannons have been bombarded for several days. Only seven or eight of them were killed and injured by my men. Two or three of them were killed by the snipers on the opposite side. Most of the shrapnel of the shells flew over the soldiers' heads, but-"

"Just what?" Ba asked hurriedly.

"Sir, this place is very close to the riverside, the groundwater level is very high, and water seeps out if it is dug a little deeper. In the lower terrain, there is a pool of mud in the trenches. Many brothers are barefoot, and it's okay to sleep in mud at night. They can't light the fire and cook. If this continues, the iron-beating men will be ruined!" The officer pointed to the sky and said, "In another month, it will be rainy season. Sir, you know what kind of weather was in Myanmar at that time. If the trenches collapsed, the people inside must be buried alive!"

Badu looked at the ground. As the other party said, there was already a layer of water, and the leather shoes on his feet were covered with a thick layer of mud. It was still high here. If you walked to the low-lying place, you would be afraid that the mud on the ground would be thicker. Badudu thought for a while and replied, "You are right. The walls of the trench must be reinforced with wooden rafts. As for the others, I have no choice. Go back and summon everyone to discuss for a while before coming up with a solution!"

"Old man, I am grateful to the soldiers!" The officer hurriedly bowed and thanked him.

Baduo tilted, "Okay, okay, walk ahead and see your arrangement!"

The officer hurriedly led the way in front. The trenches of the Shun Army were not in a straight line, but in a wavy shape, which could cause side-fire fire to the enemy attacking front. At the top of the wavy trench, fire points reinforced with logs and mud bags, and were often equipped with Green cannons. This continuous firearm can exert a very terrifying killing effect when fired sideways. This has been verified in the previous few battles, so this time, the pulling was specially adjusted in the fortification layout. In order to prevent being attacked by the enemy, it was specially adjusted.

The artillery fire was destroyed by the square. The perforations of these fire-firing points of the Shun Army were very low from the ground. From the outside, it looked like a small earth bunker. Some fortifications were sprinkled with floating soil and weeds. From a distance, the true face of these earth bunkers could not be found. There were ring-shaped trenches on the outskirts of the launch point. Ammunition, weapons and soldiers usually hid in the basement specially excavated behind the launch point, and they would enter the launch point until they were about to open fire, so as not to be killed by artillery fire before the enemy infantry attacked.

"No, good work!" After checking the three such launch points, Badu nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a burst of cannons came from the Irrawaddy River, and the British squadron on the water was bombarding the defenders on the shore.

"Let's get here today!" Badu said to the commander at the launch site: "I want to go to the turret on the shore to see. The British have started shelling there again. You can't relax here, and the British may launch an attack at any time!"

"Yes, sir!" The officer raised his chest and saluted Badu.

Ba Du nodded, gave the other party a greeting, and turned around and left quickly.

On the river surface, four huge warships were moving slowly at four knots. The eight-inch cannons on the front and rear decks were pointing to the river bank. Every minute or so, a ball of fire ejected from the muzzle. About ten seconds later, a ball of fire rose on the shore thousands of meters away. These four warships are the largest and most powerful shallow-water armored ships in the inland squadron. From the front, they are the "Counterattack", "Courage", "Resistance", and "Orange". The "Counterattack" are the flagships of the squadron, and the British commander Colonel Alexander himself was on the "Counterattack".
Chapter completed!