Just as Jillins was struggling with troubles, Duncan was completely unaware. As an imperial professional soldier who had been in the colonial area for many years, his heart was like a rough granite, hard and cold. He held a contempt and contemptuous attitude towards the local natives, including Shunguo. It is not difficult to imagine how he would feel when he was forced to escape from Mandalay back to Yangon after being attacked. So when he was appointed by Jillins, he was like an English bulldog with a leather hood untied from his neck. He immediately rushed to the base of his two battalions, stuffed his soldiers and equipment onto the ship, and marched into Bagan.

As the commander of the advance detachment, Duncan's plan was very simple: go upstream along the Irrawaddy River and destroy all the resistances encountered until the Shun people accepted the various requests made by the Empire. He was very clear that Jillins had persuaded the Prime Minister's Special Envoy Mr. Texon to make a request to expand the scope of the war to both Kolkata and London. Soon there would be a large number of army troops and warships from Kolkata and Singapore to launch a full-scale war against Shun. He would not have any doubts about the final outcome of the war, and the great Britain would win another victory.

Bagan.

It was already dark, and Song Chan leaned tiredly against the corner of the wall. If his chest did not fluctuate slightly, he was no different from the bodies everywhere on the road. Now he was convinced that he was safe. According to the previous agreement, he turned a corner before and was one of the five date points in the city. The small leader of the rebel who escaped from the armory would reconnect at these five date points and continue to fight for a great cause.

Songzan leaned against the corner of the wall. Hunger and pain had consumed his originally very strong physical strength. Due to the battle, he hadn't eaten anything from yesterday morning to now. It seemed that an invisible hand was kneading hard in his stomach, causing pain. Songzan fumbled in the corner of the wall, grabbed a handful of moss and stuffed it into his mouth. A bitter feeling immediately filled his mouth. He swallowed it forcefully and felt better in his stomach. After a while, Songzan felt better, so he got up and limped towards the date place.

Song Chan walked around the corner of the street, and the date had already appeared in front of him, empty and there was no one, and the sudden huge disappointment almost knocked him down immediately.

"Maybe it was because I came too early. It's still daytime. Brothers may have to wait until dark before they come!" Song Chan said to himself in his heart. He walked forward a few more steps, hesitating whether to go to where to find something to eat, or change to a date place. At this time, his arm suddenly tightened, but was restrained by the two people. Then he heard someone behind him ask in a low voice: "Who are you? Who told you to come here? Tell me quickly, my patience is not very good!" Almost at the same time, Song Chan suddenly felt a sharp thing under his ribs, causing pain.

"Is it the regent's dog? It shouldn't be. There are less than thirty people who escaped know this place. They are all trustworthy men!" Song Chan was thinking, but the person behind him had already cursed impatiently and turned him around. Both of them were suddenly stunned.

"Chief, why are you like this?" A strong man suddenly opened his eyes wide. Song Gan in front of him was haggard and his eyes were sunken, as if he had just grown ten years old. Suddenly, he heard a sound, but an iron awl in the man's hand fell to the ground.

"Haha!" Song Gan smiled silently and opened his mouth to say something, but he only felt that the eyes were dark and fell backwards. The man hurriedly held it with one hand and turned around and shouted loudly: "Why are you still standing there? Get some hot water, and there is something to eat, hurry up!"

Song Gan leaned against a pile of hay, holding a bamboo tube in his hand and drinking water. There were two unfinished baked potatoes on the ground. A dozen men sat or stood around, all looking at him with concern. Seeing that he had eaten well, the ingenious man asked with concern: "Captain, are you feeling better now?"

"It's much better! Earth Walker!" Song Chan wiped the water marks beside her mouth. Seeing the people around him watching, she asked a little embarrassedly: "Have you all eaten?"

"We've all eaten!" The man nicknamed "The Land Walker" turned serious: "Chief, the companions who stayed in the Armory?"

"All sacrificed!" Song Gan's face showed a sad expression: "We used the greatest strength to resist, but Hua Gou and the others bombarded the wall with cannons, and many people were killed. In the end, the ghost shadow pushed me out. I should have died in the armory with the rest of the people!"

"They are all real good men!" The earth-walking man's face was full of grief: "The ghost shadow did it right! If I were in that position, I would do this, if the leader died, everything would be over, and they would die in vain. Now that you are still alive, you can take us on and continue to do it, and the dead brothers will also bless our cause in heaven!"

"Yes, leader, you will continue to work with us, Huagou and those noble masters!"

"The ghosts and shadows will not die in vain. You have to lead us to do their part!"

Listening to everyone's words, Song Gan felt that his whole tired body was filled with endless power, as if the dead people had poured their lost lives into his body. He struggled to stand up and said, "Everyone is not discouraged, it's great! The Buddha said that sentient beings are equal. Even the ants on the ground and the fish in the water are ordinary to the Buddha, let alone us like those nobles. Everyone is human, so why do they have to do nothing to live in a large house, eat white rice, and sit in sedan chairs and elephants when they go out; and we have to work in the fields all year round, live in low thatched cottages, and we can't even eat rice bran and taro every day, and we have to do it for them.

The monks said that this was the sin of our previous life, so we must work hard to do good deeds and accumulate virtues, so that we can live a good life in the next life. However, the nobles and kings who have done many evil have donated fields and pagodas to the monks in the temple, so that they can still be nobles and kings in the next life, and continue to ride on our heads. If we do something wrong accidentally, we may go to the animal realm and Shura realm in the next life, and never be reborn. Is this fair? We must pick up our weapons and build heaven where we can see our eyes, so that all the poor can live in the houses built with our hands and eat the white rice they grow!”

"Yes! Live in a house built with your own hands and eat the white rice you grow!"

"Yes! Cut the throats of those noble masters and we can live a good life without waiting until after death!"

The warm speech of Songsan aroused the warm response of the uprisingers. In Myanmar, in addition to the huge consumption of the nobles and feudal bureaucrats, the monks also had to support the huge religious parasitic group, the lives of Myanmar farmers were more painful than those of ancient Chinese farmers. Constrained by religious ideas, the exploitation of farmers by Myanmar aristocrats was more unscrupulous, reaching an astonishing level. Myanmar is located in the subtropical region, with fertile land and abundant rainfall. In many places, three-season rice was planted, and agricultural resources were very rich, but at that time, the vast majority of Myanmar farmers were always in the year.

However, it is necessary to make a living with rice bran, taro, cassava and other miscellaneous grains, and white rice is taken away as taxes. Once disaster weather occurs or the rulers increase exploitation, large-scale famine will occur in the local area, and local farmers will starve to death in groups like ants. In order to establish a new army, the pseudo-King Meng brutally plundered the last drop of blood and sweat on the farmers, making it impossible for them to continue basic reproduction, thus breaking the last line of maintaining the old feudal order. Once the established army is destroyed by the Shun Army, the outbreak of resistance from the bottom will naturally be inevitable.

Seeing that the morale of his subordinates was motivated, Songsan immediately dispatched his men to several other contact points to establish contact with the rest of the people and counted the number of existing people and guns. At the same time, he sent smart and reliable people to contact the new army that had already undergone mutiny and to win the support of those soldiers. You must know that most of these new soldiers were farmers before joining the army, and they had close ties with these farmers who fled into Bagan because they could not make a living. In the current situation of mutiny, it is not difficult to pull a considerable number of them over. Finally, Songsan also sent five of the most agile people outside the city to investigate the movements of the Shun Army outside the city. He had worked as a soldier on the Shun Army, so he naturally knew how terrible this army from the strong neighbors in the north was. The blood of the uprisingers was very precious. If you do not fully understand the surrounding situation and act recklessly, it would be a crime.

At noon, the messengers sent were back in groups of three or three. From their mouths, Song Chan learned that the situation in the city was very chaotic: the officers in the army were either executed by angry soldiers or hid, and the soldiers who had lost the officers were gathered in the barracks and quarreled over their next move.

Song Gan paced back and forth for a few steps, suddenly stopped and whispered: "I'm going to the military camp!"

"No, this is too dangerous. Those soldiers are now like a group of wild boars without leaders. Anything is possible!" The earth walker retorted loudly. He was a smuggler and part-time robber in his hometown who had been a smuggler and part-time robber in his hometown for a period of time, and had dealt with soldiers a lot.

"Yes, that's why I'm going to the barracks!" Song Chan said: "They are used to obeying the commands of the superiors and cannot maintain this chaos for a long time. If I don't go, these soldiers will fall into the hands of the nobles and monks again. Then they will be used to deal with us!"

"Chief, this is so dangerous! Those guys have guns in their hands, and a lead bullet can kill you! Why don't you let me go for you, stay here to listen to the news!"

"Dear brother!" Song Chan hugged the Tujie and hugged the other party with tenderness, interrupting the other party's persuasion: "Every person with eyes in Bagan City knows who Song Chan is, and you cannot replace me this time. As for the danger, my life was exchanged for two hundred brothers in the armory with their own lives. They died for me to let me continue working with you, rather than hiding in a place and dying on the bed." Speaking of this, Song Chan turned around and shouted to everyone: "If I cannot come back this time, the cause of justice cannot be interrupted by my death. The Tujie is my successor. You must obey him as if you obey me!"

"Yes, leader!"
Chapter completed!