Chapter 25: Silent Night Thoughts, Tears in My Eyes
At night, the stars were shining brightly, and the darkness was wrapped in the moist night air, closing in from the surrounding jungles. Almost everyone around them had fallen asleep and each had entered a dreamland. If their dreams could appear, it would be so bizarre.
The silence of the night, the twinkling of stars, and the brightness of the moon are the time for people to think. Zhu Yongxing put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky. The crystal stars twinkled in the vast gray sky, like the expressions of relatives in his hometown.
With tears in his eyes, the owl in the jungle howled loudly, and the night bird flapped its soft wings and flew over the trees. His thoughts flew far away, and there were bursts of sadness in his heart: My parents and friends are here
What to do? How do they know their adventures and their longings? And they are unable to comfort their sadness.
"...Father, I will definitely cherish the love of heaven and earth. The only thing that will never change is your kindness; Mom, I will definitely cherish your compassion. The most righteous thing I can believe in is the most righteous thing I can endure. The most righteous feeling I can believe is the most righteous thing I can endure..."
A song that he had just listened to leisurely before the time travel was humming repeatedly in Zhu Yongxing's ears, bringing out completely different emotions and letting out the emotions hidden deep in his heart. Unknowingly, he burst into tears.
Full face.
The wind picked up, and the surrounding trees rustled as if frightened. The roar of the waves was like an elegy. Zhu Yongxing wiped his tears. This was God's arrangement, and his performance now was definitely not that of a bloody fight.
The emotions due to heroic struggle.
I will fight to save China from the mainland sinking. I will fight for the century-old welfare of thousands of people in China. The gods in the sky are watching me from above. I will be the savior who saves people from suffering! The faint blue
The constellation had tilted. Zhu Yongxing pulled up his clothes and fell asleep. He only felt the thatch trembling in the night wind. In his endless reverie, he gradually fell asleep.
In the messy dream, Zhu Yongxing dreamed of his parents and friends, warm and sweet, until he faintly heard the cry of "Your Highness, Your Highness". When he woke up, Zhu Yongxing saw Mengzhu squatting in front of him.
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In the distance, a large group of birds of various colors screamed in panic, flying into the air in the mist that lingered before dawn, and lingered over the jungle for a long time.
Dozens of cavalry took the lead and appeared at the end of the road, galloping to the rhythm of Zhu Yongxing's heartbeat. The sound of hoofbeats rose and fell, and they stopped for a moment at the bottom of the slope before galloping forward. Zhu Yongxing saw the Burmese just now through the gaps in the grass.
The soldiers looked up the slope and pointed. The Mengshan Ke people are good at hunting and hiding in the mountains and forests. Of course, they would not notice anything unusual at a glance.
It is really insensitive and underestimating the enemy. This is related to the sudden attack of the Mengshan Croats. It seemed that they could not bear the oppression and started the rebellion hastily. Moreover, when they attacked Manmo Tufu, the slogan shouted by the Mengshan Croats was "Kill back to Mengyang's hometown.
"Re-establish Tufu Autonomy". These misunderstandings have given the Burmese people a wrong judgment, believing that the Mengshan Croat rebellion was a temporary initiative, the planning may not be thorough, and the strategic direction is also the Mengyang area west of Manmo.
The Burmese customs garrison is naturally more elite than the local security forces in Manmotu Prefecture, and relying on one's own elites will lead to pride. Seeing the Burmese soldiers passing by on the road down the slope, Zhu Yongxing couldn't help but sneer.
There are about 2,000 horses and dozens of vehicles carrying baggage. Around this trail, there are nearly 3,000 Mengshan Croats ambushing them. At the other end of the road, there are nearly 10,000 people preparing to enter through Burma Pass.
The Mengshan Ke people in Yunnan will fight tooth and nail to advance at critical moments.
The chirping of birds came closer and closer, as if echoing a message. Sure enough, just as the Burmese soldiers passed by, the female village leader appeared. Then, countless figures appeared in the woods and grass, running towards the road.
Come on. That bird's call is indeed a communication signal, indicating that the Burmese soldiers are exhausted and can move.
The Juma made of sharpened bamboos was placed across the road. On the hillsides on both sides of the Juma, and behind the Juma, the strong Mengshan Croats lined up to prepare for battle, and soon blocked the narrow road.
, cutting off the retreat route of the Burmese soldiers.
"Your Highness's body of gold must not be damaged. Please stay here to watch the battle." Yang seemed very confident and politely arranged Zhu Yongxing on the hillside behind the formation.
There is no need for me to command, and there is no need for me to go into battle to kill the enemy in person! Zhu Yongxing experienced a battle for the first time, and he was very self-aware. He smiled and nodded in agreement, and stopped on the slope with Mengzhu and a dozen guards to watch.
The fog was like torn cotton wool drifting away in the morning wind, and a golden-red light appeared in the eastern sky, getting bigger and brighter. The sound of powerful war drums suddenly broke through the silence of the mountain forest, and the cry of killing was heard.
From far to near, they sounded one after another on the long and narrow mountain road.
The cold weapon war that he was about to witness for the first time began. Zhu Yongxing pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and stared ahead intently, waiting for the retreating Burmese soldiers.
The ambush was sudden and violent. The scout cavalry in front had just issued a warning. With the beating of war drums, countless figures appeared on the slopes on both sides of the road. Crossbow arrows and spears were fired fiercely, and in an instant, they were all attacked.
The Burmese soldiers caused considerable losses.
The Burmese army general was leading a group of soldiers leisurely in the middle of the queue. Killing the Mengshan Croats was not a difficult task for him, at least he thought so. Not to mention the military achievements, the Mengshan Croats were
The women of the Shanke tribe are good at singing and dancing, which is really good. It is a good thing to have a few beautiful ones as singers. But the sudden attack shattered his wonderful fantasy at once, and he did not experience it all.
The Burmese general, who had no fighting experience, was so surprised that he froze.
"Ah!" Amidst the screams, a black crossbow arrow appeared on the face of a soldier, and blood spattered on the Burmese general.
"Ah!" There was another wailing sound, and the thrown spear penetrated the thigh of a soldier and penetrated directly into the horse's flesh. The war horse neighed, spread its four hooves violently, trampled on the Burmese soldier, and rushed away.
Screams and horses neighed in chaos. The violent and sudden attack plunged the Burmese soldiers who lacked combat experience into chaos, and the snake-like snakes meandering on the narrow mountain road made it even more difficult to see the head and tail of the soldiers.
It is difficult to muster a counterattack.
To advance or to retreat, to defend or to counterattack? On the battlefield where blood was splattered and the screams of murder were loud, the Burmese general felt his mind was in chaos. He was protected by dozens of soldiers and ran backwards. The horses were jostled and trampled,
Many Burmese soldiers rolled to the ground, groaning and wailing.
The so-called elite is just a relative term, or reflected in weapons and equipment. The most important combat experience and combat will are exactly what the Burmese soldiers and generals lack. Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of Burmese soldiers with war elephants will not be able to fight.
He would be killed by thousands of broken Ming troops and fled in embarrassment, and was beaten by the Ming troops all the way to the city of Ava, the capital of the Ming Dynasty.