Babu's residence.

"What are they dead?" Under the light, Babu looked at the butler who was bowing in front of him with some confusion. The pistol and a scabbard were placed on the coffee table next to him.

The housekeeper replied respectfully: "Yes, these two guys are very stubborn. I whipped them as the master's instructions and hung them on the tree. I also let the farmers see a lesson and know what the outcome would be if they resisted the master!"

"Yeah!" Mr. Babu nodded, but his face was still very serious: "Well done, but according to what you said, these two guys are very stubborn and say that they have many accomplices, but I'm afraid there will be future troubles!"

"Master, this is just a false threat. If there are really many accomplices, why don't you come here directly? If you ask for money and food, the master will reward them at your discretion. Why do you have to play these tricks? Isn't this asking for trouble?"

"Although what you said makes sense, why do I still feel that something is wrong!" Babu seemed a little uneasy. His intuition told himself that these two people were completely different from the robbers he encountered in the past. What these people wanted was not money, food, nor women, but a new thing, which was definitely not solved by the old methods of the past. This new experience made Basson feel very uneasy. He sighed: "Oh, it's all the fault of that damn thief. If he was in trouble, how could the Shun Army fight and make a mess everywhere. If he had encountered such a thing in previous years, he would hide in Bagan or Mandalay at most. Even if there was chaos in the territory, he would have borrowed some soldiers to tie them. However, as now, he would have nothing to fight and he didn't know who to borrow soldiers!"

The housekeeper Yu Qi smiled mysteriously and stepped forward and whispered: "Master, I heard that a team of British soldiers came a few days ago. It was just by the river. The Wang Jun was gone. We just borrowed troops from them!"

"Can this work? Those British soldiers have yellow hair and blue eyes, which look scary!"

"Master, I heard that those British soldiers just came and hid in the camp all day long. They must be short of fresh vegetables and meat. Tomorrow I will ask someone to send some fish and game to their officers. They will definitely like it. If it is cooked in a few seconds, it will be easy to talk? As long as you lose, it is nothing more than money. British people are also humans. How can they not have money if they are humans!"

"This is right!" Basson slapped his thigh and smiled: "If you are a human, you don't need money! It's not too late, so you'll go tomorrow! It's not worth it if you go late! Hehe, with the spears and cannons of British soldiers, I think who dares to mess with me!"

In a valley fifteen kilometers away from Basong's manor, the hillsides on both sides are covered with bushes and small trees. These are important sources of fuel and feed for farmers in nearby villages. During the day, the cattle herds were full of plump and juicy grass leaves and tender branches of the bushes, while the cattle herds broke their wooden branches and tied them into bundles. When it was dark, the returning cattle herds would carry bundles of firewood, which would be placed behind the house and wait for drying by the scorching sun in the subtropical region, and would become a good fuel. At night

, This place will be a paradise for wild animals in the mountains and forests again. There is a shallow stream at the bottom of the valley, which is the main source of water for nearby wild animals. Various carnivorous animals hide under the shade of trees during the day to avoid the scorching sun, and at night they are hidden beside the water source, preparing to ambush prey coming to drink water. Go upstream along the stream, and the trees on both sides gradually turn into dense and tall trees. For hundreds of years, this place has been one of the several hunting grounds for the Burmese nobles near Bagan. In autumn and winter, Burmese nobles often go to the mountains to hunt along the valley floor.

However, there were more uninvited guests next to the stream today. About half acre of shrubs and thatchs were cut down, revealing the open space. The open space was inserted into the soil with prickly branches around the open space, forming a simple fence. People gathered around the bonfire, whispering, waiting for supper on the bonfire. The flames and the low voices scared away the animals who came to drink, and also made the hunters in the dark resentment.

Five or six people gathered together next to a fire in the middle. The earth walker impatiently fiddled with the taro in the fire to see if the crude food was cooked. Suddenly he whispered: "Chief, it has been four days, and there has been no news from Kubu and Buji. The food is about to be finished! Let's go down the mountain!"

"Domestic Walker, are you anxious?" Song Chan smiled: "The food can be eaten for at least three days. Kubu is a very smart guy. He can do things well, so we should be more patient!"

"I don't believe in Kubu!" The earth walker frowned: "We have more than 300 people now, and we have to eat four or five hundred kilograms of food a day. In my opinion, we should just go directly to the manor and ask the master Basong for so many people, so he couldn't help but refuse to give it to him!"

"Then we will not be robbers?" Song Chan smiled and retorted: "From the beginning, I said that we are rebels, not robbers. We ask the men to take out food and land not for ourselves, but for all the poor. In this case, we should first be courtesy and then soldiers, so that the nobles have a choice, and let all the poor see who we are. If you do this, all the poor will regard us as robbers, and will stand on the side of the nobles!"

The earth walker frowned and spread his hands helplessly: "You always make sense, but don't forget, and since the brothers ambushed the British, they have been hiding in the mountains except walking. This is not possible. You have to find some things for them to do."

"I understand what you mean, Earth Walker!" Song Chan patted his companion's arm and chuckled in a low voice: "Believe me, news will be available soon!"

At this time, a sharp whistle came from a distance, and Songshen and the earth walker immediately stood up. The earth walker shouted in a low voice: "Someone is here, put out the bonfire and prepare for battle!" People quickly extinguished the flames with earth, picked up the firearms that were set aside, and hid in the darkness around them. Obviously, after this period of training, the insurrectionists had gradually completed the change from straitors to an organized and disciplined army.

The earth walker whispered: "Don't worry, the leader, there are twenty people's posts at the mountain pass in front. The terrain is very good, and gray eyes are staring at them, so there will be no problem!"

"Twenty people are too few. Take fifty people over to support Gray Eyes!" Song Chan whispered. It turned out that in order to prevent sudden attacks, Song Chan set up two secret whistles on the only path leading from the mountain to the campsite. At the dangerous place behind the secret whistles, chest walls and trenches were built for use by the soldiers who blocked the attack. When the secret whistle found someone going to the campsite, he would use the whistle to rule the uprisingers in the camp to avoid being raided.

"Yes!" The earth walker responded, looked around, called out the names of the two little leaders who had already gathered their subordinates. Just as they were about to set off, they heard three whistles, two long and one short. The earth walker made a pause gesture - this was a signal of cancellation of the alarm.

"What's going on?" asked the earth walker with a frown.

"Maybe the secret whistle made a mistake and misunderstood the late-returning cattle herders into an enemy." Song Chan smiled and shouted to the rebels: "Okay, it's okay, everyone can keep resting!"

People put down their weapons in confusion and returned to the fire, and began to find ways to re-find the dying bonfire. Many people began to curse the whistle that had been wrong. It was because of his carelessness that they had to delay the dinner time. The earth walker and Songsan sat back to the fire. For both of them just now, this was just a small episode.

A moment later, just as the Tujie and Song Gan struggled to peel the taro that had not been completely roasted, several people walked through the camp toward them. The leader was the gray eyes that were supposed to be on the other side of the chest wall of the mountain pass. This man, who was usually taciturn and a little dull, had anger on his face at this moment. He was still six or seven steps away from the Tujie and Song Gan and whispered: "Chief, someone is coming in the manor!"

"Let me get it right! Kubu and Buji are both good men, so they will definitely not mislead things!"

Songzan jumped up from the ground excitedly and took the half-skinned taro, but he did not see Kubu and Buji among the people who came. There was only a middle-aged man who was almost forty and a half-year-old man of thirteen or fourteen years old. Songzan stopped in confusion and asked, "Where are Kubu and Buji and the others? Are you two--?"

"Die, all dead!"

The middle-aged man's face was full of grief: "When breakfast this morning, Mr. Basong's housekeeper Yu Qi took people to find a pistol and a knife in the shack where we lived, and tied them up, saying that they were robbers and evildoers possessed by the devil, and they were whipped hard."

The field suddenly became silent. Song Gan could feel the blood vessels on his two temples beating violently, as if two invisible drumsticks were hitting hard. He asked the middle-aged man with a strange calmness that he had: "Then what? What's going on with Buji and Kubu!"

"The housekeeper said that as long as you tell the number of people and guns in your camp, and repent, Master Basson could forgive them. But they did not let go, and they were whipped like blood. In the end, I saw that they were no longer able to do so, so I asked the housekeeper to spare their lives, but Kubu was still unwilling to beg them for mercy. As a result, the result-"

"What's the result?" Song Chan grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and urged loudly.

"As a result, the butler Yuche hangs them on two trees on the west side of the manor! They burn their bodies and throw them to the bottom of the water. Kubu finally said, telling the leader to fight for teeth and blood for blood!"

"Too for tooth, blood for blood!" Song Gan almost moaned and repeated the eight words. He suddenly shouted to the rebels who had surrounded him: "Did you hear it clearly? What did Kubu and Buji say in the last sentence?"

"I heard it clearly!" A neat roar broke out from the crowd.

"At first we just asked for food and food that prevents the poor from starving to death! But the nobles answered our request with whips and ropes!" Song Chan shouted: "Okay, thank you for this lesson taught us by Master Basong. Now we know what to do! Then use bayonets to bayonets, bullets to bullets! Every drop of blood flowing from Kubu and Buji will be repaid. Now I ordered that everyone should immediately hear it, take turns to rest, and set off tomorrow as soon as tomorrow dawn, and target Master Basong's manor. I will hang both Master Basong and the butler Yuche on the two trees that Kubu and Buji died!"

"yes!"

The next day, around 11:00 noon.

For most Burmese nobles like Mr. Basson, early morning is a strange word. Because he neither needs to farm early like a farmer nor to calculate gains and losses as hard as a merchant, nor does he be bound by the Buddhist precepts. These lucky people have gained great wealth and power because of their noble status. They just need to lie on the soft and comfortable bed and wake up slowly, and then whisper the command. Naturally, there are diligent servants and maids who turn their wishes into reality. The only thing they need to do is to close their eyes and enjoy them comfortably. For such lucky people, the biggest trouble is that the day is too short, and their stomach sac is too small to accommodate so many delicious food.

So when Master Basong opened his eyes today, the personal servant next to him quickly opened the curtain carefully, allowing the warm sunshine and fresh air outside the window to enter the house. At the same time, two well-trained maids brought warm water and towels to wash for Master Basong. After everything was done, the personal servant walked carefully to Master Basong's ear and asked in a low voice: "Master, can you have a meal?"
Chapter completed!