Song Chan stood aside, looking at Gray's eyes with satisfaction and majestic orders. Under his command, the uprisingers who captured the manor acted in an orderly manner. The entire manor quickly restored order, and there was no frequent massacre and looting under such circumstances.

"Chief, the military operation to occupy the estate has ended, and now I should hand over command to you!"

A voice woke Song Gan up from his reverie. Gray eyes stood straight in front of him. He quickly patted the other person on the shoulder and smiled, "Brother, you did a good job, better than I thought!"

"This is not my credit, leader!" Gray eyes smiled embarrassedly: "It is the team you established that I can only let them do. Whether it is the army or the bandits, they should fight each other for the spoils at this time!"

"I can't do anything by myself!" Song Chan smiled and waved his hand. Gray eyes wanted to say something. At this time, a voice came: "Catch Basong, grab Basong!"

"Okay, let's see the true face of this master first!" Song Chan pulled the gray-eyed sleeves and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

At this time, only one pair of exquisite buffins on Basong's feet was left, and the silk nightgown on his body was torn apart by the bushes on the side of the road. His hands were tied firmly by the rope, and a rope trap was on his neck, and the other end of the rope was on the hands of the middle-aged man who reported the news. He was pulled like a beast, and he ran dizzyly, staggering and falling to the ground from time to time. The middle-aged man immediately turned around and whipped his back and buttocks hard, shouting like a beast, "Go!Go!"

"Show compassion! Make compassion!" shouted Basson, who was exhausted.

"Too for tooth, blood for blood!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly, tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Yes, tooth for tooth, blood for blood!" The rebels on both sides of the road shouted loudly, and they waved the bayonet rifles in their hands, their eyes full of anger longing for revenge. In this way, when Basson was taken to the Son and the others, he was exhausted and covered in bruises.

"Compassion! You are also from Burmese! The Buddha warned us to be merciful. You can take away all the food and money in my manor, just leave me with my life! Please!" Basson begged.

"But the Buddha also warned us that we should not be rude to the demons! The food and money in your manor were taken from the farmers, and they belonged to the farmers!" Song Gan stared at Bazon's eyes and retorted loudly: "You killed Buji and Kubu, and there are many farmers in your territory who died of hunger and cold because of your greed, and you are responsible for these!"

"This is not my fault. Buji and Kubu were killed by the housekeeper. As for the hunger of the farmers, I was still in Bagan at that time and had no idea about the situation of the territory. After I knew it, I immediately ordered the distribution of food to the poorest people. You can ask the warehouse manager!" Basun knew that this was his only way to live, so he hurriedly used his last little effort to argue loudly.

"Is that?" Song Chan sneered. He pulled a sack from the side, pulled open the rope at the pocket, and a large amount of rice bran flowed out of the pocket. Occasionally, a small amount of rice could be seen inside, and these rice were all blackened Chen rice.

"These are the food you ordered to send to the poorest people!" Song Gan grabbed a handful of rice bran and put it in front of Basson. A violent and scent made Basson turn his head instinctively.

"Just let the poor eat this! Even the animals you raise are better than this! Maybe in the eyes of the master, your four-legged animals are much more precious than those with two-legged people. Is this the teachings the Buddha gave you?"

"This is not my order, these are done by the butler behind my back!" Basson shouted in despair.

Song Gan replied coldly, "Is that so? Then please go to heaven and shout for justice to the Buddha!" ​​He waved his right arm suddenly and ordered, "Take him down and wait until the food is distributed to the farmers in Naiwen Village before publicly executing it!"

The next day, the road to Naiwen Village was full of ragged farmers, and the poor people carried clay pots and carried loads toward the manor. People's faces that were numb and numb, and their faces were filled with hope. The burdens of the farmers who left the manor were filled with full grains. Yesterday, the uprisingers who occupied the manor announced that all farmers in Bazon's territory could obtain five dou of grain from the warehouse to survive this difficult winter. There was even more amazing news that the uprisingers would divide the master's territory to various villages and communities. From then on, these villages would no longer have to pay a grain of grain to the nobles or temples, and all the grain belonged to the farmers. After announcing their crimes in front of more than a thousand farmers, they were beaten and hanged on the big tree at the entrance of the manor.

The death of Mr. Basong was like a spark. The prairie fires of peasant uprisings and riots were ignited in the vast China-Myanmar region centered on Bagan. This area was originally the hardest hit area for the pseudo-King Meng to collect violent taxes not long ago, and the main armed forces in the hands of the nobles no longer existed. The peasants' anger burst out like a sudden loosening of compression springs. Under the leadership of the uprisingers scattered into the manors of the nobles and monks' temples, opened the granary, and took away the food and material inside. In many places, the division of aristocratic territory and land was even taken, killing the nobles themselves, burning debt rolls, land contracts and other actions. So in just one month, the entire Chinese-Myanmar region was like a boiled soup pot, boiling.

Bagan, Shun Military Camp.

"Master Ba, the situation in Bagan is now critical. Bandits outside the city are rampant and life is in trouble. Whether it is the nobles or the temples, they are all poisoned. However, since the Bagan mutiny, the new army has disintegrated and is unable to suppress it. Please send a large army to attack quickly and give Myanmar a bright world!"

"Yes, please invite the angels from the country to launch a large army to attack!"

In the house, several gorgeously dressed nobles were begging Badu, who was sitting on the top of the head. These people, monks or laymen, looked like they were famous figures in Bagan. Some time ago, whether Meng Ji killed the tin robe and usurped the throne or Meng Ji was killed by Dioke, the city was a mess, and these nobles were hiding in their manor to receive blessings and were too lazy to show up. At this time, they ran to the Shunjun camp as if they were lost. This sudden change caught Badu off guard and didn't know how to deal with it for a while. However, he also knew that he still watched the matter and pretended to be indignant, and he shouted: "Everyone, Shun Myanmar is one, and the lieutenant protecting the Burmese school has the responsibility to safeguard the vassal state. I have no choice but to send troops. I am humble in my subordinates. I must report to the Shangguan first before making a claim. Please forgive me!"

The nobles looked at each other, and the leader continued, "Master Ba, it will take at least seven or eight days to communicate from Bagan to Mandalay. At that time, it was too late, and it hurt the emperor's kindness to protect the people of Myanmar. I have a relationship with us and two hundred soldiers to protect our manors! I am here to thank the elders of Bagan!" Speaking of this, these nobles came to Badu Robai. Seeing that Badu was still hesitating, the leader stepped forward and whispered: "If Lord Ba is willing to send troops, we have a little bit of heart!"

"Xinyi?" Badu was slightly stunned. He naturally knew what "Xinyi" was in the mouth of these noble people. In theory, answering their requests in his own capacity was just a matter of one sentence. However, now the British and Shun Army confronted each other across Bagan City, and there were various Burmese bandits all over the place. The situation was extremely subtle and complicated. If he divided his troops, would it trigger unexpected changes and destroy the chess game that Chen Zaixing had set up before leaving? Thinking of this, Badu hesitated for a while and whispered: "You are not shirking the responsibility, but the British army is approaching. I really dare not divide the troops. Let's do this. If you believe me, you can bring your family members to our army, and I should protect you!"

The Burmese nobles looked at each other, knowing that they would not let go, so they had to bow in unison: "Thank you for your accomplishment!"

"I dare not, please forgive me!" Badu hurriedly got up and returned the gift. He had been in the Burmese Captain's Mansion for a long time, so he naturally knew the weight of the people in the local area. He dared not be rude and personally sent those people out. Those people went out in a row. Finally, the man sighed before leaving: "Sir, I know your difficulties, but I heard that the British have sent troops to "protect" more than a dozen manors near Bagan. In this way, if you compare them, I am afraid that many nobles will turn to the British!"

"What?" Bad hurriedly grabbed the noble man and asked in a low voice: "What did you say just now?"

"Sir, some people come to you to ask for troops to attack bandits and protect the manor, and of course some go to the British. You are unwilling to send troops, but the British are willing to send troops. Natural people have all gone to their side!"

"So that's the case!" Badu was shocked. As far as he knew, the British had far less troops than their own, so why would he dare to divide his troops to protect the manors of the Burmese nobles? Could it be that they got reinforcements from Yangon?
Chapter completed!