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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 19 Chapter 19: Battle of Babu Village 3

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    "Xiao Ji'er, the key depends on you!" Chen Zaixing looked back at the gorgeous yellow flag behind him. The two princes and princesses were under the flag. Suddenly he recalled the girl who was as pretty as a lotus.  His heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he called the opponent in small words in a low voice: "Zhenwu, this battle is very risky. The princess and prince are of little use if they stay here. It's better to send them back to Xingai first. In case of misfortune, there will be someone who can make a comeback."  Opportunity. " "Oh? Brother Fusheng is very affectionate. Could it be that he has fallen in love with the barbarian princess?" Batu also called Chen Zaixing with a small name. Seeing her serious face, he spread his hands and said with a smile, "I don't care, anyway.  I don¡¯t expect those two and a half-year-old children to boost morale, but you know the bad rules here in Myanmar. If we are defeated here, the barbarians who were originally on both sides of the road will definitely attack in groups.  Can people escape? It is better to stay here and die in a decent way!" Chen Zaixing also decided that what Batu said was reasonable. He couldn't help but sighed for a moment: "You and I can't.  We came thousands of miles to show off our power in a foreign land and record our merits. Why did we bring these two half-year-old children here?" "Who told them to be born in the emperor's family!" Batu sneered.  He said: "We usually live a good life with good clothes and good food, but now we have to stiffen our necks. They are pitiful. How can they be pitier than those Burmese farmers who were beaten to pieces by artillery shells? Why do they really have to bother!  " As the two said this, they suddenly heard a horn sound and hurried to the barrier. They saw pieces of black heads pouring out from the edge of the woods.  Batu hurriedly took out his binoculars and looked over there. He saw that the people in the front were all farmers in ragged clothes. They were slowly moving forward under the intimidation of soldiers holding muskets. There were large tracts of land under their feet and in the paddy fields not far away.  The corpses made their pace slower and slower.  Behind the farmers are Burmese soldiers. Their equipment and formation are much better than those of the farmers in front. From Batu's telescope, it can be clearly seen that most Burmese soldiers are carrying various kinds of weapons on their shoulders.  Many soldiers had already loaded their bayonets, as if they were ready to attack at any time.  At the end of the soldiers' queue, there were a large number of elephants and buffaloes. The Burmese used these animals to carry artillery and baggage. This huge group kept pouring out from under the horizon, filling Batu's entire field of vision, as if it was endless.  generally.  "Forty thousand, no, it should be 50,000 or 60,000!" Batu shook his head, gave up trying to confirm the number of enemies, and said with a bitter smile: "Although I know they are just mud-legged people with bamboo guns, but  It's quite scary to look at it, it seems like everyone can drown us by spitting!" "Yes!" Chen Zaixing also put down the telescope: "We should do something, otherwise it will be bad for us!" Meng Ji sat on the white floor!  On the back of the elephant, everywhere he looked around and around him were people who were obeying his orders. Seeing this huge crowd, the confidence that had been shaken by the news of the defeat not long ago was restored. Even the Chinese are King Kong.  The reincarnation of Arhat can't stop such a huge army from attacking!  "Master Daosheng!" Meng Ji said to the yellow-robed monk sitting at his feet: "Who will win this victory?" "Of course it is you, the beloved son of the Buddha and the descendant of the gods!" That monk  He raised his head and replied decisively: "Please let us first curse these northern foreigners to the gods for you, so that their guns will be blocked, their swords will be rusty, their bodies will be weak, and their hearts will be timid. Then you can attack again, and you will definitely gain a lot."  Complete victory." "Very good, very good!" Meng Ji rubbed his hands with satisfaction and said, "But that's not the most important thing. With my current strength, you only need to defeat these hateful Chinese.  Just pray to the Buddha so that the two remnants of Xipao can't escape, so that their legs and feet are injured and they can't run. "This" Daosheng frowned: "Honorable."  Your Majesty, please forgive me. Those two people and you are like different branches growing from a big tree. They are all descendants of gods. Buddha also accepted the alms and incense from their father and cursed his descendants.  I'm afraid it won't flow into the sacred ears of the Buddha! " "What a greedy guy!" Meng Ji frowned angrily: "That person has been kicked out of the holy family because of his sins, and naturally his descendants will not be able to do it either.  I am a descendant of the gods again. After returning to the master, I will offer more alms and incense to the Buddha. Please be sure to meet my requirements!" "You are the beloved of the Buddha, and your request will be accepted by the Buddha's ears.  !" Dao Sheng lowered his head to avoid Meng Ji's happy expression after seeing his success.  Duncan stood on a hill and carefully observed Babu Village not far away with a telescope. Standing next to him were several Burmese military officers and cadets. Following Duncan's orders, they were marking the approximate positions of the Shun Army on a very crude map.  Condition.  Finally, DuncanHe lowered his telescope and murmured to himself: "It seems that the Chinese have a capable general. I hope that the king is really a descendant of the gods as he said. He needs God's help now!"  Captain Duncan." A young British officer who always had a cheerful expression replied with a smile: "As far as I know, no matter where you are, gods are like the banks of the British Empire. When you really need them, they are always there.  There is no response!" Duncan, who had just been promoted to a level, shook his big head, took a sip of the whiskey brought by the Burmese man next to him, and said: "Maybe you are right, Smith, but you'd better pray.  Don't let this king lose too badly. You have to rely on the generosity of this king for your gambling debt? Sixty pounds a month. You can't find such a generous person anywhere in the world!" "Of course!  , In my heart, this king is like God!" Lieutenant Smith smiled and took the wine glass handed over by Duncan, raised the glass and said with a smile: "Cheers, for the generosity of the king!" "Cheers!" Duncan clinked the wine glass.  .  At this moment, there was suddenly a blast of horns from the king's side. Duncan turned around in confusion and saw the conspicuous white elephant stopped. A high platform was set up next to the white elephant, and a man in yellow robes stood on it.  Around him were dozens of monks kneeling regularly. Most of the Burmese people they looked at - mainly farmers - were kneeling on the ground, as if they were performing some important ceremony.  "What are these Burmese people doing?" Duncan looked at Smith in confusion. The other party spread his hands helplessly and said, "Maybe they are performing a pre-war mass. It's okay. Those Russians will also pray to Jesus and their soldiers before charging.  The 'Little Father' (Russian proverb, referring to the Tsar) prayed. " "Yes, but the Russians will not be stupid enough to hold a pre-war mass on such an undefendable ground," Duncan said sharply, turning around.  He asked a Burmese military cadet, "What's going on?" Those military cadets were all students from a missionary school, and they were one of the very few Burmese people who did not kneel on the spot.  "Mr. Duncan, it should be that the master is cursing the enemy, letting the enemy's cannons burst, making their swords rust, and making their limbs weak! This is a common ritual before war!" "Why not let those Chinese  Shoot yourself in the head, so we don¡¯t have to get wet here!¡± Duncan cursed in a low voice. He also knew that this ceremony was very helpful in improving the morale of these soldiers and farmers, but the current situation is that as long as the Chinese  If they launch an assault, these ragtag groups are likely to be completely defeated, and his small team of 400 people is located directly under this human waterfall. This is not a good feeling.  While the Burmese were holding a ceremony, Batu also ordered all eight of his 75mm mountain guns to be adjusted to their maximum range.  This type of mountain cannon was successfully manufactured by the Tianjin Ordnance Institute of the Shun Dynasty in 1881 and put into active service, so it is called the Type 81 mountain cannon.  Compared with field artillery of the same caliber, this artillery has a much smaller range and power, with a maximum range of only 3,500 meters, but it is also much lighter, only 850kg, and can be dragged by four or five soldiers, so this  During the first expedition, Batu abandoned all other artillery in his unit and only brought eight of these mountain cannons.  Just now, he deliberately asked his men to put the Burmese people about a thousand meters away before opening fire. Firstly, it was to allow the enemy to enter the paddy field area where movement was difficult to achieve better killing effects; secondly, it was also to deliberately prevent the enemy from knowing his maximum range.  Range, prepare to hit it at the critical moment. I didn't expect to have the opportunity so soon.  "Zhang Brigade, the place you want to bombard is a bit far away. Even at the maximum shooting angle, it is still a few hundred meters away. I'm afraid the only way is to use a dosing package! However, that will corrode the barrel, and there will be a large deviation, which will be very serious.  Hard to hit!" the artillery officer shouted to Batu.  "It doesn't matter, as long as this ceremony can be interrupted!" "Yes!" Meng Ji looked impatiently at the monks who were holding a ceremony on the high platform more than a hundred meters away. As a well-educated nobleman, he naturally knew how to combine religion and religion.  Faith should be distinguished from normal life. Of course, he asked Dao Sheng to curse the enemy to improve the morale of his army. Another reason was to delay time, because his army was too complex and there were not enough officers to control it.  If we don't use this to delay time, I'm afraid that before everyone has entered the starting position, the people in front will attack and be defeated one by one by the opponent.  Suddenly, there was a scream in the air, followed by an explosion more than a hundred meters away from the high platform. Pieces of soil and people were lifted into the air by the violent air waves and scattered in all directions. The sudden shelling caused the high platform to collapse.  Daosheng was stunned, his body stood there stiffly, but his tongue instinctively continued to recite the sutra, and time seemed to have stopped for a moment.  The second shell broke the stagnation. Its impact point was more than 20 meters closer to the high platform. Daosheng's eyesight was very good. He could clearly see that people around the impact point were hit by shrapnel.The air wave tore them apart, but the people farther away were lucky enough to save the whole body. Even at this distance, Daosheng could still feel a heat wave coming.  "Devil, Rakshasa ghost!" Dao Sheng turned around crazily, staggering and trying to escape off the stage, but his gorgeous cassock caught his feet.  Daosheng waved his arms desperately on the edge of the high platform, as if trying to grab something, and then fell down, hitting the mud heavily with a dull sound.  "Master is dead!" The monks in the audience were stunned by all this. This eminent monk, who was usually aloof and magnanimous, and was regarded by everyone as the reincarnation of the Buddha, suddenly fell down from the high platform.  In the mire, his neck had been broken in two, and he died like the meanest beggar on the roadside.  At this time, the third and fourth artillery shells from the army fell. People stood up and fled in all directions aimlessly, as if an invisible devil suddenly appeared and strangled people by the throat.  On the hillock, Duncan stared dumbfoundedly at the Burmese people not far away who were disintegrating like a tide. He had also considered that the Burmese people would lose this battle, but he never thought that they would lose like this.  The spread of those few artillery strikes by the Shun Army was astonishing. They were obviously random bombardments that exceeded the range, and the casualties caused to the Burmese people were not large. However, they did not expect that the magician who was pretending to be a ghost was so frightened that he fell to death, triggering a firestorm.  A big collapse, this is really a divine punishment.  "Lieutenant Duncan, what should we do now?" A voice interrupted Duncan's thoughts. Duncan looked back and saw Lieutenant Smith looking at him, his young face already full of worry.  "Now?" Duncan shook his head, with a confused look on his face. If this Scottish man had a clear order from his superiors, he would be able to complete it very well; but if the situation changes drastically, he needs to do it himself.  When it came to making the right decision, he was at a loss.  Smith looked at the officer in front of him. It was obvious that the officer had lost the ability to make a decision. He gritted his teeth and whispered: "I think we should move closer to each other like the king now to protect the king's safety!" "Yes, you are right, we should.  Get closer to the king!" Duncan nodded instinctively like a drowning man grabbing a rope. After receiving clear instructions, he acted quickly like a steam engine filled with coal.  He loudly scolded his new army officers and ordered his soldiers to line up in four columns and move closer to the king. If anyone dared to block it, they would use their rifle butts to solve the problem.  Although this action provoked a lot of curses, Duncan's order was still strictly implemented. Ten minutes later, the small new army had arrived at the ornate white elephant.
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