Although I couldn't understand what the other party said, I guess that's what it meant.
A veteran of the Ming Dynasty, with a group of lunatics, rushed directly under the Burmese flag.
Lan Yu rushed to the front, followed by countless infantry and cavalry from the Ming Dynasty. They had only one purpose.
Kill the general and capture the flag!
"Provoke me...let you mess with me..."
The spear in Lan Yu's hand pinned a Burmese warrior directly to the ground.
After being unarmed, he actually continued to move forward. A Burmese soldier who had been frightened by Lan Yu was directly grabbed by Lan Yu's iron hands at the throat.
Before he could struggle, Lan Yu opened his big mouth and bit down hard.
"ah!"
There was a brief moment of sluggishness on the bloody battlefield, and the enemies near the Burmese Chinese Army were frightened.
They have killed people, and they have seen others kill people, but they have never seen... cannibalism.
One ear was chewing in Lan Yu's mouth, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it, your meat doesn't taste good!" Lan Yu smiled strangely.
"Brothers, follow Marshal Lan!"
Countless Ming troops surged forward, and the Burmese dispersed without any intention of fighting anymore.
Lan Yu also stepped forward, picked up a knife from the ground and rushed directly towards the Burmese flag.
The god of death is coming and no one dares to stop him.
With a click, the sword in Lan Yu's hand chopped down the Burmese war flag.
Then ferociously, he rushed towards the Jinjia Burmese commander who was five steps away and was surrounded by several people.
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"Kill!"
The Ming army was guarding Lan Yu on both sides like crazy. The Burmese commander on the opposite side had no way to retreat.
Lan Yu suddenly slowed down, like a tiger before hunting, walking forward quietly and slowly.
His eyes were fixed on the panicked Burmese commander.
"Does your meat taste good?" Lan Yu laughed, opened her mouth, and showed her bloody teeth.
"Hahahaha! Hahaha!" Lan Yuyang laughed loudly, "I haven't eaten human flesh in many years!"
As he spoke, he charged suddenly...
"Surrender! Surrender!" The Burmese people on the opposite side suddenly threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the sounds of surrender were heard everywhere on the battlefield.
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"I am Prince Ava, and my father is the hereditary commander of the Xuanwei Division conferred by the Ming Dynasty... You can't kill me..."
The commander of the Burmese people, facing the strong and calm Ming army, spoke loudly in unskilled Chinese.
"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings..."
"Pick up the knife!" Lan Yu suddenly shouted.
"Ah?" Bird Prince was stunned.
"Pick up the knife!" Lan Yu continued to yell, "My Ming Dynasty never accepts the enemy's surrender."
"I...."
"Pick it up!" hundreds of Ming troops shouted.
Prince Ava turned pale and tremblingly picked up the gem-encrusted scimitar.
The next second, Lan Yu strode forward and punched the opponent directly in the door.
The other party screamed and fell on his back.
Immediately afterwards, Lan Yu pressed Prince Ava's shoulders and kicked him on the knees, "Kneel down!"
The Burmese prince was held down by Lan Yu, and he knelt on the ground tremblingly.
"I...You can't kill me...My father, the King, expressed his gratitude to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty...I am willing to be a minister of the Ming Dynasty from generation to generation and pay tribute every year..."
Lan Yu didn't even listen to what the other party said, and looked at a Ming army, "Where is my China?"
The soldier raised his head and pointed to the southwest, "Commander, that's our Ming Dynasty!"
Lan Yu smiled. He held Prince Ava and faced the southwest, pressed his head, and then slowly picked up his precious sword inlaid with gems.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, Lan Yu, will defeat the enemy chief again..."
After saying that, he swung the blade of the knife in his hand, pointed it at Prince Ava's throat, and twisted it hard.
"The handsome man is mighty..."
Amid the frantic shouts of the Ming army, Lan Yu stood beside the fallen Burmese flag, holding high the head of the enemy commander.
But the next second...
A pop...
In the unbelievable eyes of all the Ming soldiers, a Burmese man pretending to be dead stabbed the sharp knife in Lan Yu's back hard.
"Shuai Lan?"
The fierce general Zhai Neng roared and led his men forward to cut the man into pieces in an instant.
"Oh..." Lan Yu fell weakly to the ground, still holding Prince Ava's head in her hand, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Shuai Lan!" Zhu Gaoxu exclaimed in the distance.
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"Fuck..."
The smoke of gunpowder was choking, and Lan Yu leaned in Zhu Gaoxu's arms.
The latter burst into tears and cried like a child.
"Damn it... I let a nobody get stabbed by me..." Lan Yu smiled bitterly, "My child, don't cry... don't cry... I'm going to die, and I'm very happy.
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"Lan Shuai! Wuwu..." Zhu Gaoxu couldn't control it anymore.
"Don't cry..." Lan Yu raised her hand with difficulty, "The head... is for... the Emperor..."
"Woooo..."
"Don't cry...I want to die, die on the battlefield...Victory and defeat the enemy..." Lan Yu's voice was broken, and her eyes gradually dimmed.
"Shuai Lan! Where is the doctor? The doctor..." Zhu Gaoxu roared.
The next second, he suddenly found Lan Yu's arm hanging down.
"Shuai Lan! Shuai Lan!" Zhu Gaoxu shook Lan Yu's body crazily, "You haven't finished teaching me yet! You haven't finished teaching me yet..."
"Others can't teach you about war... You can only understand it if you die a few times!" Lan Yu moaned weakly, "Child, don't cry...Everyone has to die...die for the Ming Dynasty
....I am satisfied...."
"Tell the emperor... That day... I made Lan Yu not betray the name of my minister. Lan Yu is grateful... In the next life... uh... I will protect him as the emperor...
"
"Uh... take me home... bury me by the Huaihe River... look at the pear blossoms... wheat... in my hometown..."
"Tell the Emperor...I...have never thought of rebelling against him..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Do something for me..."
"I agree to everything you say!" Zhu Gaoxu said loudly.
"Give me...wipe your face..." Lan Yu was so angry that she said, "I'll come here clean, and I'll be clean..."
"Woo!" Zhu Gaoxu cried, wiping Lan Yu's face with his hands.
But the more I wiped it, the more blood stained my face.
With tears in his eyes, Zhai Neng opened the kettle and poured water on Lan Yu's face.
"What do you mean by the plagued scholar? The general will inevitably die in battle...I want to die...I am high..."
Suddenly, Lan Yu tilted her head, glanced at the distant southwest for the last time, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Shuai Lan!" Zhu Gaoxu was heartbroken.
"Send off to the commander-in-chief!" Zhai Neng cried, and countless soldiers of the Ming Dynasty fell to their knees.
"law...."
A cry of grief came, and Yanzhi staggered through the crowd and fell next to Lan Yu.
The head rubbed against the master's big hand again, she shed half a tear, and closed her eyes.
A generation of famous generals has come to an end.
On the battlefield, countless descendants witnessed it with their own eyes.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help crying, holding Lan Yu for a long time and unwilling to let go.
"Your Majesty!" Zhai Neng stepped forward, "Shuai Lan is a role model for our generation... He died generously in battle, as a warrior would wish! First, lift Shuai Lan's body down, wipe it clean and change his clothes..."
"How many people were captured?" Zhu Gaoxu suddenly raised his head.
"There's no statistics yet!" Zhai Neng said.
"Shuai Lan said, build a temple in Beijing!"
After hearing this, Zhai Neng turned to look at the deputy general beside him, "Go!"
"Here!"
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No one knows the name of this valley, but there is an extra hill in the valley.
A hill made of human heads.
After several days of hard work, the battle was over.
The Ming army won a complete victory. Meng Qian, the chieftain who rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, was captured alive and prepared to be sent to the Meridian Gate of the capital as a prisoner.
In this battle, the Ming army beheaded 30,000 barbarians and captured 70,000 people.
But no one was happy because Lan Yu died in the battle.
In the handsome tent, everyone's expressions were silent.
Muchun glanced at the generals around him and said in a low voice, "How to fight next, we have to ask the emperor to decide. If you don't feel reassured, you should ask for credit..."
"Mu Shuai!" Zhu Gaoxu, who was sitting in the corner, said coldly, "You captured 70,000 people, right?"
Muchun said, "Yes! What does Prince Gaoyang have to say?"
"Keep them for the New Year?" Zhu Gaoxu sneered.
He was still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself, and his whole body was cold.
"Hiss..." The people around took a breath of air.
Is Zhu Gaoxu going to kill prisoners?
That was 70,000 people, not 700 or 7,000, and not all of them were traitors.
"If we don't kill them, the children they will give birth to in the future will be rebellious!" Zhu Gaoxu continued coldly, "Wildfires can't be burned out, but spring breezes blow again. Will Ming Dynasty have to kill more people for these barbarians in the future? They will die.
, better than us dying!"
There was silence all around. They had done the killing of prisoners before. But they did not dare to kill 70,000 people in such a big way.
"You don't dare, I'll do it!" Zhu Gaoxu stood up.
"No!" Mu Chun looked into Zhu Gaoxu's eyes, "This can't be done!" He said, "The emperor had decreed before this battle that the captive population should be moved to the interior, to open up wasteland, build rivers and control floods to pave the way..."
"Ha!" Zhu Gaoxu sneered, "Fake compassion!"
"Shut up!" Muchun was furious, "Prince Gaoyang, don't forget your identity..."
"Give me soldiers!" Zhu Gaoxu suddenly shouted loudly, "The Burmese are coming and I want to fight them back. Blood debt will be paid with blood..."
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A few days later, Zhu Gaoxu, with five thousand soldiers and horses, once again set foot on the road that Lan Yu took him on that day.
Ahead, the Burmese walled city can be seen in the distance.
Zhu Gaoxu was on his war horse and slowly took out a bloody red cloth belt from his arms.
Then wrap it around your head solemnly.
"Send the order!" Zhu Gaoxu waved his arms, imitating the way Lan Yu did before, "Massacre the city!"