"Dong, dun..."

The clear drum beats echoed in the paddy fields in southern Myersson. Accompanied by the drum beats, teams of Burmese soldiers lined up in a relatively neat line and marched towards the south. Compared with ordinary Burmese soldiers, these Burmese soldiers not only had the same suits, but even used muskets.

Musket square array, long spear square array!

This is a Spanish square, at least it looks a bit like it.

As one of the earliest countries in Asia to come into contact with the Western world, the Burmese people have strong learning ability. Not only that, there are many Western mercenaries in the Myanmar army. This is a tradition. After all, in the entire 16th century, any Myanmar force would inevitably hire Portuguese soldiers to fight if they wanted to rise. The Siamese people who often became enemies also relied on Portuguese guns and defense technology.

However, this firearm unit only has a small number of Westerners, most of them are Burmese. However, if you look closely, their appearance is still different from that of ordinary Burmese, with some traces of mixed races.

In fact, their grandfathers or fathers were indeed Portuguese or Portuguese mixed races. Forty years ago, after Anabilon led 100,000 troops to capture Shalian, he brought all the Portuguese prisoners back to Ava City. These prisoners were organized into a village and became the Burmese King's firearm troops. They could continue to retain their lifestyle and faith, but they could not change their professional attributes except for making a daily living. This is also the tradition of military rule in the Myanmar region. Except for the king's guards, all the troops came from specific villages. Among them were elephant soldiers villages, as well as cavalry and infantry villages. The same is true for the newly established firearm villages.

It is precisely because of this that there is a black cross on their flag.

"Keep formation!"

Wanhuhou William shouted loudly that although he was a British, he was the commander of this two thousand-man firearms unit. This was also the Burmese King's skill in using people. Letting them lead foreign people can prevent foreign generals from becoming popular.

Now, as the trump card in the hands of the king, he and his musketeers will be responsible for tearing open the defense line of the Ming army.

This should be very simple.

"Stop, keep the formation..."

Walking in front of the queue, William was also following a flag bearer, holding a red flag with a cross. Hearing his order, the flag-holders immediately shook the flagpole in their hands. When the soldiers following him saw it, they all stopped.

At a distance of half a mile, William used a telescope to observe the Ming army's defense line.

"The Ming army's horizontal team looks thin and has no depth at all."

"The Marquis of Wanhu, the Ming army does not seem to have a spear team,"

"It seems easy to conquer..."

Several officers around William said one by one, even though their father was Portuguese, they knew firearms and Western tactics very well, but their level of knowledge still remained forty years ago. For the past forty years, they have been half-isolated from the outside world.

Of course I don’t know that the bayonet has replaced the spear and the flintlock has replaced the flintlock gun. In fact, they can also get some information, but the king has no idea to replace them with firearms.

"It seems they didn't carry cannons?"

William looked around and did not see the Ming army's cannons. This discovery made him excited. Originally, what he was most worried about was the Ming army's cannons, but now, there was only a thin line of defense in front of him that could be broken through with just one charge.

As for the corpses in the rice fields...

Those natives would not fight at all.

"They don't have cannons, we have one, use cannons to blow their defenses open!"

William said proudly.

With a command, Burmese cannons roared, and dozens of bronze cannons of large and small were bombarding the Ming army's defense line one after another.

At the same time, without the command from the commander, the Ming army's gunners immediately gave a fierce counterattack. However, they did not attack the Burmese army's cannons, but directly used six-year light mortar cannons to fire at the musketeers.

"call……"

When the shells roared, William and the others were scared, and they were afraid of whatever they were afraid of, and he even said in shock.

"Cannons? Where are their cannons?"

"Quick, lie down..."

When the mixed-blooded musketeers were lying down in a hurry, the shells had already fallen. As before, they were on the riverside, after the violent explosion, the shock waves were mixed with fragments, and the soil flew around. Some Burmese soldiers who had not yet come to lie down were cut into two pieces by shrapnel.

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Accompanied by violent explosions, smoke columns rose one by one, and violent explosions enveloped the land. In the choking smoke, these breathless Burmese soldiers endured all this in horror. Even until they died, they did not understand where the Ming army's cannons came from?

Or where are the artillery soldiers of the Ming army?

In the ring fortifications behind!

When the gunners in the ring fortifications successively stuffed shells into the barrel and the shells roared out, the Ming army infantry in front also began to fight.

Amid the drum beats, Zhao Liu moved forward with the drum beats. Although there were occasional shells falling into the horizontal line, it was not easy for the iron lump to be one of the sparse horizontal line. As for the jump... this is a single horizontal line, and the jump was just a jump!

A round of rapid shooting comes quickly and goes quickly.

After the heavy rain attack, William, who was still in shock, drove the musketeers back in line, even though they were surrounded by broken limbs and arms. Although many wounded people were struggling and crying in pools of blood, they still lined up in a hurry.

As the Ming army approached, they all put the ammunition-loaded grenade guns flattened, and through the little blue smoke rising from the fuse, they saw the Ming army stopping three hundred yards away.

What are they going to do?

Amid the doubts of these mixed-race Burmese soldiers, they saw the Ming army raise their guns. Should they shoot at this distance?

Can you beat someone so far?

Like his comrades, he raised his gun, adjusted the meter, and aimed at the enemy who was already three hundred meters away.

"put!"

With a loud roar, the saber in the hands of the officers in the queue pointed diagonally into the air. Then there was a roar of muskets, and the Burmese musketeers three hundred meters away fell down.

"This, how is this possible..."

William and the others were all stunned. They couldn't even believe that the scene they saw was the Ming army's musketeers who could hit them three hundred yards away.

Before they could come back to their senses, the Ming army reloaded another round of volleys, but two consecutive rounds of volleys and a round of rapid artillery attacks. Less than half of the Burmese army's firearm ace, which had more than 2,000 people, were still standing there.

"Devils! They are all devils!"

In the Burmese musket team, someone shouted, and someone from the two rows of musket soldiers in the back had quietly fled backwards.

"put!"

The officers ordered again, and then another burst of muskets roared, and smoke filled the skyward!

The Burmese musketeers who had been fired three times in succession were already in chaos, and many Burmese troops with collapsed will have begun to flee backwards.

Seeing that the time was right, the officers shouted:

"Get the bayonet!"

There was no need to charge. This firearms unit, which was highly expected by Burmese monarchs and ministers, collapsed.

Faced with such a defeat, Mangdala was stunned.

What to do now?

I can't escape or fight. Could it be that I can't continue to fight? Is it possible to sit here and wait for death?

At this moment, another Ming court official said.

"King, the Ming Dynasty launched an army to ask for punishment, but in fact it was just a question. As long as the king was convinced and surrendered again to the Ming Dynasty, he would not hold the king accountable with the generous pride of the Celestial Empire."

In fact, the Ming Dynasty was quite tolerant of these local kings. Generally speaking, they would never hurt their lives. Even if they were defeated, they would comfort them. Send them to them and force them to be the chieftains of the Ming Dynasty.

Because of such a precedent, other ministers certainly did not object, after all, this is the only choice for everyone to save their lives.

Mangdala nodded quickly and said.

"Just do as the sir said."

Since he was the one who was below the minister and wanted to surrender, of course he could not send messengers or anything else. This obviously did not represent sincerity, so Mangdala came forward in person, and even had some thorns on his body.
Chapter completed!