"Yes, Mr. Duncan! We Scots are as stubborn as stones. No one will move without your orders!" the officer replied with a smile.

"Very good!" Duncan waved the whip with satisfaction. After his subordinates left, he said to himself: "Okay, the scene has been opened, the actors are on stage, let's watch the show!"

The battle started at around 4 pm the second day after the Shun Army occupied Babu Village. At that time, the number of Myanmar farmers arrived at the battlefield was 8,000 to 10,000. These people had not eaten for about ten hours since they set off at 6 pm. The fatigue and hunger made them even more anxious. They followed their own villages and communities, gathered in groups in the east and west, lit bonfires to prepare their supper. Many people came to the pond next to Babu Village to draw water. Compared to the surrounding areas, the water quality here was much cleaner and clear. At this time, a team of Shun Army was careful to go along.

The high ground moved to the side and back of the pond, and after firing two rows of guns at these water drawers, they launched a charge, and the sudden attack killed and injured dozens of farmers. The remaining people began to escape in panic. However, after many days of rain, the paddy fields that had absorbed enough water had turned into a swamp, and the escaped people fell into the mud. The soldiers of Shunjun, standing on the ridge of the field, could easily kill the escapees in the paddy fields with rifles and bayonets. The blood seeped into the mud and was quickly washed away by the rain, as if God could not bear to see what was about to happen.

The farmers on the edge of the paddy fields watched all this, and the cry of their fellow villagers and friends echoed in their ears. They were quickly angered. The huge number of their own side gave them courage. The chest walls and buildings obscured the Shun Army, making them unable to see the real power of the enemy, as if there were only less than a hundred shooting rifle soldiers on the ridge of the field. At first, there were dozens of people, but soon became hundreds, and finally thousands of people picked up their weapons, made deafening shouts, and rushed towards the village. Faced with this terrible crowd, the Shun Army soldiers immediately turned around and ran to Babu Village on the high ground.

In Babu Village, Shunjun has built a chest wall with the materials obtained from piled up soil and demolished the house. The entire chest wall is not in a straight line, but a semi-arc shaped inwardly, and the riflesmen are hiding behind the chest wall. At high places at both ends of the village, Shunjun built two protruding semicircular fortresses, and placed several ten-tube eleven-mm caliber Green cannons - also known as the Gatling machine gun, a suppressor that reaches fire even by firing through the rotation of the hand-cranked gun barrel. Badou sets the artillery observation post in the semicircular fort on the left. When the crowd has reached half of the rice fields and the speed has begun to slow down, the observer in the observation post shouted loudly according to the marks tested in advance: "The enemy enters the 11th zone, with a distance of 1,500 meters, and a height angle of 15 degrees!"

"The enemy entered the 11th zone, with a distance of 1,500 meters and a height of 15 degrees!" The officer repeated loudly. A soldier holding small red and white flags in both hands turned around and sent a signal in flags towards the artillery position more than 200 meters away. The artillery officer who had been holding a telescope and staring at the observation post shouted out the data loudly. The gunmen who had been waiting behind him for a long time immediately repeated the data loudly while directing the gunners to adjust the direction and high and low aircraft of the artillery, loaded the shells, closed the artillery door, and began to report loudly to the officers.

"Test-fire an armored cannon!" the officer shouted loudly.

"This gun fires a test shot!" The armored gunman shouted, and then the gunmen of the armored guns ran away, stuffed their ears, opened their mouths, and then the gunner pulled the fuse suddenly. The 75mm mountain cannon jumped backwards, and a ball of fire was emitted from the gun, and then a stream of white smoke spewed out of the gun, covering the artillery position.

Kabu pulled his right leg out of the mud deep in the knees. He felt a little panic and hurriedly leaned on the ground with a bamboo gun to avoid falling. After running five or six hundred meters in the mud, his physical strength had reached its limit. Kabu looked around and saw that most of his companions had slowed down. Obviously, their situation was similar to that of him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he was not alone, he didn't have to be afraid.

"Roll up, don't stop, lazy bones, mud legs!" The Burmese soldiers scolded loudly, and the whip in their hands danced in the air, making a sharp sound. In order to strengthen their control over these temporarily recruited farmers, Meng broke up some of the soldiers and mixed them into various villages and communities, and actually took on the task of supervising the army. When he saw Kabu stop, he rushed to urge and intimidate.

Kabu pulled the bamboo gun out of the mud and was about to move forward when a sharp whistle suddenly pierced the sky. He instinctively shrank his neck and a violent explosion came from behind. Kabu turned his head and the scene in front of him made him grow up in surprise: dozens of meters behind him, a large amount of mud and water were flying towards the sky, forming a mud and water column.

"Bah!" Kabu spitted, and a lot of the mud and water fell splashed on him, and even a little in his mouth. He was trying hard to find the reason for the scene just now from his poor knowledge-based brain. An object suddenly fell in front of him, and the splashed mud and water sprayed his face. Kabu wiped his face angrily, and was about to curse a few words, suddenly the object appeared out of the mud and water, and it turned out to be a broken leg.

"Buddha!" ​​Kabu immediately fell into the mud and water. The bamboo gun in his hand was thrown casually, almost stabbing the Burmese soldier beside him. The Burmese soldier grabbed the bamboo gun angrily and slapped Kabu's back hard. Kabu got up in pain and rushed to take the bamboo gun stuffed by the other party. The other party's roar came from his ear: "Bastard, rush up, and the Chinese cannon will not hit it!"

Kabu turned around dullly. Before he could take his legs apart, a dense scream came from his ears. He instinctively fell into the mud and the bitter mud immediately poured into his mouth. At the same time, he felt a violent tremor from the ground. Kabu quickly curled up and trembled all over.

I don't know how much time has passed, Kabu climbed up from the mud and water. While stroking whether his body is intact, he checked around and saw incomplete corpses everywhere. But what made Kabu strange was that his heart was empty and not as fear as before. He shook his head, trying to find his bamboo gun. A familiar body came into his eyes. It was the Burmese soldier just now. He hurriedly bent down and helped him up. He saw his eyes wide open, and a hole about an inch long had appeared in his throat. Blood was pouring out from the wound. Kabu tentatively stretched out his right hand and shook it in front of the other party's eyes twice, without any reflection.

"Crash!" Kabu threw the body into the mud and water. At this time, he was confused. There were only a few living people around him. The violent bombardment of the Chinese people just now had completely defeated these farmers. All the people who could still move dropped their weapons and ran around frantically - no matter which direction, as long as they could get farther away from these terrifying demons, the better.

"Bang!"

A gunshot came from behind him. Kabu turned around and saw that there were already some Chinese soldiers on the chest wall. They were lined up in a sparse row and were slowly walking towards him. The closest one was less than two hundred meters away, and he had already seen their cold gun stabs. Kabu looked around and happened to be shot and fell into the paddy field behind him. He stopped immediately. He couldn't run fast in the paddy field at all. Kabu had a sudden inspiration and suddenly fell backwards, lying on his back in the mud, like an unlucky guy who was suddenly shot.

"The flag is open and the victory!" Badu proudly handed the telescope to the orderly soldiers beside him, and smiled at Chen Zaixing, who was carefully observing the battlefield with the telescope, said: "How about it, Brother Chen, I have done a good job. The mobs of the pseudo-kings are vulnerable at all. The artillery team fired two or three rows of volleys and broke them apart!"

"Well! It seems that I was afraid that I was not enough ammunition, so I was over-concerned!" Chen Zaixing put down his telescope with satisfaction. The Shun Army soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield in the distance had reached the edge of the paddy field and began to return to their positions. Their main task was to capture some prisoners to obtain necessary information and deal with the enemy's wounded soldiers.

"Brother Chen, you're too worried. If I hadn't known whether Yingyi had participated in it personally, I would have launched a bayonet attack to solve the problem later!" Badou pointed to the Shun Army soldiers hiding behind the chest wall: "Just relying on those native chickens and tiled dogs, how can we get the attack of our army's heroes!"

"Then I wish Brother Ba to complete his work and to take charge of the camp as soon as possible!"

"I dare not, I have to rely on Brother Chen to speak so much in front of Mr. Wu!"

Badu and Chen Zaixing laughed for a moment. At this time, the Shun Army soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield had already returned. They had captured more than ten living people. Badu and Chen Zaixing were both in Myanmar for a long time, and there was no need to interpret the translation. They called them to ask directly. However, they did not expect that after asking seven or eight questions in a row, they were all temporarily arrested farmers. Whether it was the number of Burmese troops or the equipment, whether there were or not, they were all confused and did not know about it after asking. After this, they annoyed Badu. Huo stood up and pulled out his pistol from his waist. He shot the Burmese man in front of him to his brain burst, and shouted: "I don't know this, I don't know what it is to keep you barbarians, and they can kill them all!"

Chen Zaixing hurriedly reached out to stop Badu and whispered: "I guess these are all ignorant and ignorant people who were temporarily recruited. Why bother with them? We must establish our roots here in the future. The future is long, and it is useless to kill more!"

Badu snorted coldly, and he knew that Chen Zaixing was right. At this time, a voice came from the farmers: "General, I, I know what you are going to ask!"

Chen Zaixing and Ba both turned their minds and looked at the sounds. They saw a group of Burmese farmers kneeling on the ground stretching out a trembling arm, which seemed particularly abrupt. Chen Zaixing took two steps forward and saw a short man raising his hand, covered with mud and water, just like a mud monkey, with his slightly raised eyes showing hopeful light.

"Stand up, what's your name?" Chen Zaixing turned to the soldier beside him and said, "Give him some hot water and dry food!"

"Everyone in the village calls me Kabu, sir!" Kabu carefully looked at the Chinese who was talking to him. Judging from his appearance of giving orders to the soldiers, he should be a high-ranking official. He realized that his future destiny will depend on the likes and dislikes of the Chinese in front of him. Kabu bent down humbly, wanting to kiss the soil in front of Chen Zaixing's feet with his mouth.

"Get up! Kabu!" Chen Zaixing knew that this was the manner of Burmese people expressing obedience and respect to those with higher status than his. He spoke as slowly as possible to sing: "Kabu, I am escorting the prince and princess of the tin robe of the orthodox king of Burma to return to Mandalay to ascend the throne. Why do you raise your weapons to attack the envoys of Emperor Dashun, and the princess of the orthodox king?"

A blank expression appeared on Kabu's face immediately. From his stuttering but uninformed answer, Chen Zaixing could not understand what this Burmese peasant did not understand what these high-sounding terms meant. Kabu just stutteredly replied that he had just received the order from the village chief: saying that the king ordered all men to take up weapons and resist the invasion of Chinese people from the north. As for the orthodox king, princess, etc., he would not know anything about it.

"I can forgive the crime you committed because of ignorance, but now that you know, you should tell me how many soldiers and artillery the pseudo-king has, and whether there are foreign mercenaries in the army that are different from you?"

"This?" Kabu thought for a while and replied, "The king's soldiers have my fingers and toes. There are so many men and women in the village. The cannon pulled by an elephant has five palms. The cannon pulled by a cow has so many fingers. As for the foreigners you mentioned, there are not many people, only my fingers and toes. They all ride horses and elephants and become commanders in the army!"

"Then how many people are there in your village?"

"Many, a lot!" Kabu grabbed his head, worried about how to express his meaning in the other party's understanding of the language. Suddenly he pointed to the Shunjun soldier who was sitting on the ground resting not far away: "If there are those people with one palm, they will be almost the same as the population in our village!"

"Very good!" Chen Zaixing smiled with satisfaction: "Take him back, give him some food and drink, then wash it, then change some clothes and bring it to us!" Speaking of this, Chen Zaixing turned around and smiled at Badu and said, "How?"

"Ten thousand infantry soldiers, 25 heavy artillery pieces, and 50 light artillery pieces. The British are just training officers. Judging from the number of officers, the new army will not exceed 600, which is almost the same as what I expected!" Ba Du smacked his lips with satisfaction and said with a smile: "You are really good at it. You actually took out so many things from the mouth of a barbarian who can't even count!"
Chapter completed!