"No..." Even though Wen Lin was muttering in his heart, he still said firmly.
"Thank you, Third Highness, for your trust." Maroguo didn't think too much about Wenlin's opinion. After all, this sentence was just used to lead to the next words.
"Then do you know how many troops I have available now?" Maroguo continued to ask.
"When I received the news before, it was said that there were still 16,000, but now there should be 15,000!" Wen Lin, who was confused by Maro Guo's question, continued to answer after thinking about it for a while.
"Ten thousand? To be honest, I'm not afraid of your jokes, no. Although I still have more than ten thousand troops, they are already afraid of fighting the Yijun." Maroguo said with a wry smile.
"Now these people are just holding on to the last bit of confidence because they know that the Third Highness is coming. They can't help you at all. Third Highness, if you really want to go to war with the Yi Army, you must win the first battle. Otherwise, my team of more than 10,000 people will not be your support and hope that you can rely on."
"General Maloguo, what you said is wrong! My fellow Siamese are brave and fearless. Don't treat everyone like you." After hearing this, Wenlin looked at Maloguo who was a little angry and said unceremoniously. said.
"If General Maroguo is really so afraid of Yijun, then you should stop directing the next war. However, don't blame me for telling my father the truth when the time comes."
"Don't dare. Your Highness, I know you will look down on me if I say this, but for the sake of Siam, I still have to say, do you really want to go to war with Yijun?" Maro Guo, who was scolded by Wen Lin, was still in a state of disbelief. asked without any hesitation.
"Of course..." Wen Lin responded firmly.
"Besides, even if you want to negotiate peace with Yijun, will others negotiate with you? Do you know that because my father drove the Yijun envoys out of Siam, the Yi Dynasty sent someone to bring me a message? Father, I told my father to wash his neck and wait for them to pick it up."
"Do you think this is all. Is it still possible for us to have peace talks?" Wen Lin asked.
"..." Maroguo didn't know how to answer, so he just remained silent.
"Actually, I still know what General Ma is capable of. If this Yi army can defeat an experienced person like you, General Ma, it must be strong. However, I think it is not impossible for us to defeat the Yi army. General Ma, what do you think? That's what I said!" Looking at Maro Guo, Wen Lin comforted him as if he couldn't bear it.
Seeing that Wen Lin had said this, Ma Luoguo could not continue to persuade him foolishly because of his worries. He could only take over the words and said: "What the Third Highness said makes sense. It's just that I didn't think carefully."
"I think General Ma has been too tired recently, so he has lost his mind. I have always believed in General Ma's loyalty to the empire," Wen Lin said.
"Thank you, Your Highness, Third Highness." Although he knew that Wen Lin was only trying to comfort him, Ma Luoguo was inevitably moved in his heart.
"I have also thought about what General Gangma said. The troops led by General Ma are tired from fighting with the Yi army all the time. So be it! In the next battle, General Ma will take care of the logistics with his troops. The next main battle will be How about just leaving it to the people I brought?" Wen Lin asked.
Although Ma Luoguo understood Wen Lin's intention to seize power, he did not make any sign. Instead, he said with a sigh of relief: "Then the Third Highness will suffer. If the Third Highness has any other instructions, you can tell me. I will There must be no delay.”
"General Ma's words are serious. Wenlin still needs to ask General Ma for advice on many things on the battlefield." Seeing Ma Luoguo's behavior, Wenlin seemed humble.
"Your Highness, the Third Highness, is extremely talented and you are the best among people. There is no need to be modest. As long as I can help His Highness, please don't be polite." Maroguo gave each other a recommendation.
"Speaking of which, I would like to ask General Dismount. Are the Yijun's firearms really so powerful that they are not afraid of rain?" Wen Lin was unambiguous and asked Maroguo the question that had been on his mind.
"Yes. I once fought against the Yijun on rainy days. Although the rain had an impact on their firearms, they could still fire non-stop." Maroguo answered truthfully.
Hearing this, Wen Lin could also understand Maro Guo's helplessness. Because in Maroguo's description, the Yi army can use hundreds of artillery pieces and tens of thousands of muskets in every battle. Not only do they have a long range and great power, but they also fire very fast. This is an almost unsolvable problem.
In order to make the Yijun have some scruples, Ma Luoguo even learned the tricks of the Mongols and the Manchus and captured some local people to use as cannon fodder.
As a result, it was discovered that these Yijun did not look like the Celestial Kingdom or the Confucian model at all. He was completely indifferent to the local people, firing artillery as he should, firing muskets as he should, just like a machine that only knows how to kill, not caring about reputation at all.
Firearms are also available in Siam. But because there are no craftsmen who can make it, only a very small amount can be obtained through various trade smuggling.
Because Siam often has wars with Burma, and Burma has a lot of artillery under the leadership of Yong Ji Ya, so in Wenlin's consciousness, except for artillery, firearms are not as powerful or practical as Bows and arrows, that is, the sound can scare people.
Wen Lin had never seen the power of tens of thousands of muskets, so he couldn't quite understand it, but he thought it wouldn't be much worse. And the hundreds of artillery pieces were what moved Wen Lin.
Having seen the power of artillery fire, Wen Lin understood that it was definitely not something that human beings could withstand. Those hit by the shells were either killed or injured, and no one was spared.
Wen Lin was also jealous of artillery, but they all said that the sound of cannons can bring a thousand taels of gold. The artillery was so expensive that even Wen Lin, a prince, was dumbfounded by it.
So no matter how much Wen Lin loves artillery, he also understands that Siam cannot afford many artillery. After all, expensive artillery and cheap human lives seem to be more suitable for Siam's interests.
"How many lives will it take to fill hundreds of artillery pieces?" Even before the war with Yijun started, Wen Lin felt extremely pressured. The "trench" in Yi Dynasty was so inhumane that Wen Lin couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"Perhaps my father's choice to ignore the existence of this Yi Dynasty was really a big mistake. If this war can be resolved perfectly, I, Siam, will not make artillery at all costs after returning."
In an instant, Wen Lin seemed to understand why Ma Luo Guogang had been persuading him to negotiate peace with Yijun.
However, at this point, what else can he do besides choosing to fight with Yijun?
