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    Time flies, and the story begins in Mandalay, the capital of Myanmar, in 1885. Don¡¯t report my death or mourn my death. Don¡¯t bury me in a cemetery for human sacrifices. There is no need for a priest to ring the funeral bell.  If anyone sees my body, please do not attend my funeral.  Don¡¯t plant flowers and grass on my grave. My lifelong wish is to let the world forget me.  ¡ª¡ª Thomas Hardy It was a night in the dry season. There were no stars in the sky in Mandalay (the second largest city in Myanmar, located in the north-north inland of central Myanmar, where the old capitals of several ancient dynasties were located), and there was not even a trace of moonlight.  No, there is only the dry hot air of the subtropics, which is like invisible sand wrapping around the Burmese soldiers wearing ill-fitting khaki military uniforms, turning the moisture in their bodies into sweat, and then sucking the sweat dry.  The low clouds almost reached the tops of the trees on the bank of the Irrawaddy River, but the waiting soldiers prayed that the clouds would stay longer to prevent their movements from being discovered by the Guards sentries guarding the palace hundreds of meters away.  Duncan hunched his back and carefully walked through the ranks of Burmese soldiers to count their numbers.  These short, dark-skinned soldiers looked at the burly 6-foot-2-inch white man with their slanted eyes, and their eyes could not help but show fear. Duncan noticed the shrinking and timidity of the soldiers, which made him feel  to some frustration.  "God, are these the "tigers" sent by that prince? I wish I had a group of good Scottish boys now, even if there is only one-tenth of the number here!" Duncan complained in a low voice.  He was holding a Mauser automatic pistol in his hand. Although as a second lieutenant of the Scottish Fusiliers Battalion, he should be more accustomed to using his country's Webley revolver, he still chose the automatic pistol in his hand tonight.  Compared to the Webley's poor range and firepower, this German cousin's Mauser automatic pistol was much more suitable for tonight's operation.  Soon, Duncan finished counting the number of Burmese soldiers under his command. After confirming that they were correct, he returned to the front of the team and began to wait for the predetermined signal.  As time went by, the scheduled signal did not appear. The hot weather made Duncan sweat in layers. He had to take off his hat to feel cooler. The sweat soaked his red hair and made him feel uncomfortable.  A handful of it stuck to his forehead, looking as if he was injured.  At this time, a muffled thunder came from the clouds on the top of Mandalay Mountain in the distance. This was a signal that the dry season was about to end and the rainy season was coming. The delayed signal and thunder made the Burmese soldiers become agitated. These superstitious  The guys begin to suspect that their upcoming action has aroused the wrath of gods and Buddhas, and the thunder is proof.  Duncan turned around angrily.  "These cowardly dogs!" he cursed in his heart, but his many years of experience in colonial operations told him that he must calm down at this time, otherwise these cowardly natives will not have enough respect for their officers like good Scottish boys.  .  Duncan gritted his teeth. Just as he was thinking about how to say something using the little Burmese he knew, a burst of fire suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes. He turned around quickly and saw a ball of fire not far away from the palace.  It was drawing circles - the signal that had been awaited for so long.  "Boys, mount your bayonets and advance in two columns. The target is the east gate of the palace!" Duncan instinctively used the language he was most familiar with - English to give the order to his Burmese soldiers. Fortunately, several Burmese missionary schools who served as officers  The students knew some English, and they quickly relayed Duncan's orders to the soldiers in Burmese.  Soon, the Burmese soldiers fixed the bayonets on their Lee-Enfield rifles and rushed towards the east gate of the palace.  Duncan himself was the last one to walk towards the east gate.  The east gate of the palace was wide open. Inside the city gate, Duncan smelled a strong smell of blood in the air. Two corpses were lying on the ground. Judging from the bright red blood stains on the ground, they died just a few minutes ago. With the help of  In the light of the fire, Duncan could see that there was a slender bamboo stick on the neck of one of them. The tail of the bamboo stick had fluff to maintain flight balance. He recognized it as a blow dart - a weapon commonly used by Southeast Asian natives. It must be this  People were raided and then killed.  "Sir, this person is the spy. He said that the king is in the palace, along with his three sons and two daughters." A student from a missionary school reported to Duncan in English with a very strange tone, followed by a  The dark-skinned man wearing the uniform of the Imperial Guard was looking at Duncan with great expectation. This man was holding a long bamboo pole in his right hand. This must have been the tool he used to launch the blow darts. "Very good."  "Duncan looked with disdain at the man who had just betrayed his king and his companions for money, and whispered: "You tell him that only after catching the king will he??You can get the remaining half of the bounty!  " After hearing the officer's translation, the traitor opened his eyes angrily and spat out a series of fierce words from his mouth. Without waiting for his men to translate, Duncan walked up to the traitor and said in unskilled Burmese: "Either go,  Or not!  "The traitor quickly lowered his head helplessly and began to complain in a low voice, but Duncan had already turned around and began to command the soldiers who had entered the palace to occupy the remaining gates. At this time, the soldiers' original fear had been overturned.  Driven away by the generous promises in advance and the large amounts of gold and silver inlaid on the surrounding buildings, driven by the officers, they rushed fiercely towards the palace in the distance. The king of Myanmar suddenly woke up from his dream and stretched out his arms.  He reached out with his right hand, trying to find a piece of cloth to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, but what he touched was smooth skin - this was his twenty-fifth and youngest and most beautiful wife, Sova, who was only sixteen years old.  The girl said something in her sleep, turned over and fell asleep again. Xipao smiled slightly and was about to get out of bed to take a shower. Suddenly there was a gunshot outside the room. Xipao immediately sat up. Before he could get out of bed,  Several more gunshots were heard outside the house, and now he was sure that these were not accidentally fired by the guardsmen who were keeping watch. He hurriedly pushed his sleeping wife up, jumped out of bed, and walked through the room.  clothes, while shouting loudly to the guard outside: "Maung Ok, Maung Ok!"  What's going on outside?  ¡± Soon, there was a reaction from outside. A middle-aged man with an embarrassed look pushed open the door and rushed in. Suowa, who had not yet put on his clothes, screamed in surprise and instinctively grabbed the blanket on the bed to cover his vagina.  Body. Maung Oke hurriedly saluted King Burmese Xipao. Xipao waved his hand impatiently and said, "Quickly, what's going on?  " "Your Majesty, it was Meng Ji who rebelled. The traitors have already invaded the palace and are rushing here!  " "What, Meng Ji?  It's him!  "Xipao's expression suddenly changed. It turned out that Meng was the brother of the former Burmese king, and he was also Xipao's uncle. He usually hid in his palace and enjoyed himself, rarely leaving the house. Unexpectedly, he suddenly launched a rebellion.  At this time, there was a burst of intense gunfire outside, which was almost inaudible. It was obvious that the Imperial Guards and the rebels were at war. "Order the Imperial Guards to hold on until dawn.  At dawn, the number of rebels will not be very large. As soon as it dawns and the troops outside the city enter the city, they will be able to wipe out all the rebels!  " Xipao ordered categorically. As a king, he does not lack courage and talent, otherwise he would not be able to stand out in the fierce battle for the throne. "Yes, Your Majesty!  "The guard Maung Aok knelt down and saluted respectfully, and was about to exit the door when another violent explosion suddenly came from outside. Suowa on the side let out a scream and ducked under the bed. "Is it a cannon?  "Xipao's face turned pale all of a sudden. If the rebels had a small number of rifles, it was reasonable, but if they even had artillery, there were too many things behind it. Thinking of this, King Burmese's legs softened and his butt dropped.  Sit on the ground. "Let it go!"  "Duncan pulled the match rope fiercely, and the muzzle of a six-pound cannon on the side jumped back sharply. The muzzle sprayed a ball of fire. Almost at the same time, a violent explosion occurred in a Buddhist temple more than a hundred meters away.  Dozens of Guards soldiers were hiding in the Buddhist temple, using it as a barrier to repel several attacks by the rebels. Of course, their resistance ended here. Under the bombardment of incendiary bombs and grenades, a building made of wood was destroyed.  The building, made mostly of bamboo, would soon become the tomb of the defenders. Duncan prepared a secret weapon for the night operation - a six-pounder gun commonly used by the navy, which was nicknamed "Bulldog" by the navy soldiers.  The little guy weighs less than 400 kilograms in total. It only takes two mules to take away the artillery that has been dismantled into parts. Four people can pull this artillery and run away. It can use solid bombs, grenades and incendiary bombs.  Bombard any target within 1,500 meters. As soon as Duncan enters the palace city, he will choose the east gate tower as his artillery firing position. The view here is very good, and the entire palace city is within the range of his artillery.  The Buddhist temple burned violently, and the yellow phosphorus in the incendiary bomb ignited the flammable building materials and decorative items. Several unlucky guys who were on fire rushed out of the house, rolling on the ground in vain, trying to save themselves.  The flames on their bodies were extinguished, and their screams could be heard clearly even by Duncan who was on the tower more than a hundred meters away. The rebel soldiers shouted and chased after them, ending their pain with bayonets, and then stabbed them with their waists.  Cut off the head of the deceased with his dagger as proof of reward. ¡°Barbaric custom!  Duncan shook his head in disgust and stepped aside - there was no need to continue the bombardment now - the building itself was a huge treasure. The obedient servant presented him with his favorite drink - Scotch whiskey  , he took a full sip, and while the hot liquid flowed into his throat, it seemed to seep into every detail of his body.??, expel the discomfort just now from the body.
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