Nangwu saw that things were funny, and after discussing the details of the bribe, he resigned and went out to recuperate. The Ming army did not continue to make things difficult for him, and even found a military doctor to treat his leg. Early the next morning, he was carried back on a stretcher.
Of course, I didn't dare to tell Mang Yinglong about the third condition when I got back. I only told him that the Ming Army's imperial army was majestic and fully equipped with firearms. Mang Yinglong had no intention of fighting at first, but after hearing the report, he even planned to stop fighting.
After rewarding Nangwu with his broken leg, Mang Yinglong asked for further details of the negotiation. Nangwu echoed Liu Xian's first two suggestions, and if he was satisfied, he could retreat. Mang Yinglong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately wrote a tribute list. There were no gifts in the army, but he wrote down a lot of his own treasures on the gift list, and ordered someone to go back by boat to get it. The Ming army, including Liu Xian and below, also gave generous gifts.
After writing the congratulatory form, Mang Yinglong sent an envoy to send it off. He looked around and said, "The Ming army has never seen this coming in a hundred years, but I didn't expect that it was because they insulted the envoy."
"His army is here, we can't attack Mengyang again. Let Sige live a few more years - it was not appropriate not to pay tribute to China before, why throw away benefits just to save face? Let's offer some gifts, I heard that China’s reward is far more than what it’s worth! Besides, after giving the emperor face, we may attack Meng Yang in the future, and he may not interfere even though he’s thousands of miles away.”
All the ministers under his command also felt that the opportunity to attack Meng Yang was lost, and retreating honorably was a good solution. Only Yue Feng and Hanba felt that it was unreasonable for the Ming army to retreat easily after coming here thousands of miles away.
Nangwu had already told Yue Feng about the third condition of the Ming army. Yue Feng knew that the conditions for withdrawing the troops were more reasonable and fully in line with the Ming court's desire to save face and suffer hardship.
If Nangwu had not sent an envoy this time, if other envoys had told Mang Yinglong this condition, based on Yue Feng's judgment of Mang Yinglong's current mentality, he might have agreed to the Ming army. Whether he and Chen An were killed after a battle, or killed immediately, he would be finished.
Hanba had firmly opposed contact with the Ming army before, but now faced with Mang Yinglong's authority, he no longer dared to make a sound. Although he had doubts in his heart, he kept his mouth shut and stopped talking. He just wanted to find a reason to withdraw his own troops from the army - there is nothing wrong with retaining strength.
For the next two days, the camps of both sides stayed at home, ten miles apart. As the prime minister, Chen An was left in Bago, the capital of Toungoo. Yue Feng was unable to contact him for the time being and had to bleed heavily on his own.
After the fifty large boxes of jewelry, jades, and two human heads brought by fast boats and horses were delivered, the Ming army who received Mang Yinglong's tribute table actually broke out of camp, and Shi Shiran turned around and walked back. Mang Yinglong was completely relieved and ordered all the troops to pack their bags and prepare to return on the same day.
Hanba took the initiative to ask for help, and wanted to send his 15,000 troops and horses ten miles forward to break up the rear. Mang Yinglong was so happy that he took off a gold bracelet from his hand and gave it to Hanba. The two made an appointment to meet in Bago to talk.
The next day was October 16th, and the big sun in the sky was scorching both sides of Lishui. After Mang Yinglong waited for the front army to move out, he sat on the white elephant, ordered the middle army and the rear army to break out of camp and follow them, and returned to Bago.
There was no conversation all the way. The army marched for a day and more than forty miles, but they were exhausted. Southeast of Manmo, there is a rolling hilly slope at the turn of Lishui, which is suitable for the army to camp. The relaxed Burmese army bypassed the east side, spread out military tents on the south slope, and buried pots to make rice.
When it was almost dusk, the whole camp was filled with people. In the camp of the Chinese Army in Mang Yinglong, a Burmese soldier was drinking soup with his back to Lishui. Suddenly he found a red flag erected against the setting sun on the top of the hill where his home was. He rubbed his eyes, pointed to the top of the mountain and grabbed his companion and said, "What is that?"
When the companion heard this, he turned to look at the top of the mountain and saw the red flag, and couldn't help shouting. While everyone was in a trance, they saw a red flag pointing forward, and a group of cavalry rushing down from all over the mountains and plains.
Before they could react, there was another series of intensive roars on the top of the mountain. Where the gun smoke started, a row of black dots instantly rushed into the Burmese army camp and landed more than ten feet away from Mang Yinglong's tent. Immediately, the black iron ball bounced up, breaking the muscles and bones of the horses, elephants and soldiers surrounding the tent.
There was a roar in the Burmese army camp, and a big commotion broke out. Burmese soldiers were swarming everywhere like headless flies. When Yue Feng heard the sound of cannons, he felt chilled, knowing that he had been tricked by the Ming army.
At this time, his son Nangwu was recovering from his injuries in the tent, and Yue Feng couldn't care about him. He grabbed a horse, jumped on it and ran down the hillside. The slope of the hill was extremely gentle, and it was still four or five miles away from Lishui. Yue Feng didn't care about Mang Yinglong's life or death, and went straight to the grain ship by Lishui.
He wanted to get on the boat and escape, and the rest of the Burmese troops were not stupid either. Those with horses rode on, those without horses spread their legs, threw away their weapons and armor, and just tried to do something quick.
Sooner or later, by the time Mang Yinglong came out of the tent in a daze, the entire Burmese army camp had dispersed, and the black mass was divided into several large pieces rushing down the hillside, all rushing towards the grain ships.
Mang Yinglong opened his mouth wide and his head was confused. He didn't know that after Hanba broke away from the main force, he turned in the direction of Mubang without giving him a break. At this time, seeing the Ming army's divine soldiers descending from the sky, I couldn't accept it at all. I kept rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up from the nightmare.
However, there was another burst of cannon fire, and this time the cannonball hit much closer. One cannonball landed just a few feet away from where Mang Yinglong was standing. The soldiers around him saw the black spots and went straight to the king. They all surrounded him several layers without thinking about their own safety, preparing to protect him with their flesh and blood.
The round cannonball was no bigger than the mouth of a bowl. It fell to the ground with a sound of wind, and then bounced up suddenly. It hit the middle of Mangyinglong's peripheral soldiers. Broken arms and limbs were flying, and blood, internal organs and broken bones were like rain. Generally speaking, Mang Yinglong was so frightened that he could not speak.
Seeing that he was not the leader, the remaining soldiers had no time to lead the white elephant, so they directly helped Mang Yinglong onto his horse and surrounded him to escape. Mang Yinglong pulled out the long knife from his waist and looked around to organize his team. Where could anyone listen to him? The soldiers whipped his horse's butt several times and rushed out loudly.
Before he could run out of a hundred feet, the frightened Mang Yinglong said: "Hurry up and raise my banner to gather troops, otherwise they will all rush to the shore and the entire army will be annihilated."
When Mang Yinglong's banner was raised, the Burmese soldiers who were running and looking around began to gather towards them. The cavalry and elephant soldiers ran fast, and there were many officers. Mang Yinglong ordered them all to raise their flags and let the soldiers find the flags and return to the army.
A group of two to three thousand people had just gathered here, and a large group of Ming army cavalry rushing down from the mountain also arrived. These cavalrymen did not wear armor, and their red military uniforms seemed to be plated with a layer of gold under the setting sun. They were all so brave that the Burmese soldiers were furious when they saw them.
Mang Yinglong waved his sword and shouted, Hedge! Hedge! They have no armor!
The cavalry around him heard this and bravely attacked upward. When the Ming army cavalry saw them attacking up the slope, they sounded a sharp whistle. Those running in front reined in their horses and waited for the large troops behind to arrive before dismounting.
Mang Yinglong was stunned in the formation and said, "What kind of strategy is this?"
Seeing that the Burmese cavalry rushing in front were only a hundred steps away from the Ming army, the Ming army was still forming a team, and Mang Yinglong's head went blank again. At this moment, the Portuguese Diego, who had snatched a horse and ran by, waved his arms and shouted: "Master, run! Get on the boat quickly, you can't beat them!!!"
Mang Yinglong was so angry that the soldiers around him drew their bows and arrows, and shot an arrow at this bad guy who had shaken the morale of the army. Diego was an excellent horseman and hid in a stirrup to escape. After getting up, with a look of dejection on his face, he continued to charge down the hillside.
When Mang Yinglong saw that his cavalry was about to charge into the Ming army, his heart was pounding and his palms were sweating. The cavalry attacked from bottom to top. Although the slope of the hills was not large, they still couldn't pick up the speed. Compared with the Ming army from top to bottom, they suffered from the disadvantage of geographical advantages.
But for some reason, the Ming army dismounted and reorganized their troops, abandoning the land and not using it. Although the cavalry army would suffer a disadvantage against the infantry formation, the Ming army did not have the ability to resist the horse or chariot formation, nor did it have weapons such as spears that could withstand the impact of the cavalry army - using muskets? How many can be killed?
While he was thinking, there was an explosion in Mang Yinglong's ears, followed by a series of continuous gunshots as dense as fried beans. On the hillside where he was overlooking, a thirty-foot-long line of white smoke curled up from the battle line.
Thirty steps ahead of the battle line, there was a burst of blood among the Burmese army's cavalry. The cavalry in the front row fell neatly to the ground as if they were cut down by a long knife falling from the sky. Mang Yinglong shouted and was blocked in his throat, and then his throat became sweet and he felt like the world was spinning.
The front row of the Ming army fired a shot, and based on the middle row of pacesetters, the soldiers in the back row took a big step to both sides. The soldiers in the front row turned back neatly and walked through the gap to the rear row.
The second row of soldiers stepped forward at the same time, a whistle sounded, and there was a series of continuous gunshots. Then the Ming army followed suit, and the soldiers in the third, fourth, and fifth rows also fired a row of bullets.
The new army that had been fed with bullets in the capital, coupled with drills on various terrains along the way, finally exerted an effect far beyond the lining up of musketeers all over the world in this time and space.
Because there were only a thousand cavalry rushing down from this mountain. Only a thin phalanx with five people in each column and 200 people in front can be listed. But it was the first time that the Burmese soldiers had experienced lining up to be shot. After five rows of shots, they were already beaten dumbfounded.
Five rows rotated, and there was almost no obvious difference in the intervals between firing guns. The well-trained new army, stimulated by the battlefield atmosphere, fired an average rate of fire of one minute per round. Five rows rotated, and one row of bullets took more than ten seconds, pushing the bloodline farther and farther from the thirty steps in front of the array. By the time the Burmese cavalry came forward fifty steps later, the organized resistance that Mang Yinglong had reunited had completely collapsed.
Afterwards, loud charges sounded all over the hillside. The Ming army turned around, mounted their horses, drew their sabers from their horses, and slashed wildly from behind the Burmese army like tigers entering a herd of sheep.
It's not dark yet, but Lishui has turned into red water. They were surrounded by the Ming army who then rushed down the mountain. The Burmese army rushed towards the Lishui River. They were crowded with people and horses, and were trapped in a battlefield less than two miles around the Lishui tidal flat.
Burmese army officers such as Yue Feng who had already boarded the grain boat had already ordered the boatman to row the boat into the middle of the river. The tens of thousands of Burmese soldiers who had not had time to board the ship were chopped down in groups out of fear. As long as the Ming army wields its sword, it will surely be captured.
During this period, some of the Burmese soldiers who were fighting against the odds wanted to turn around and fight, but the reserve team, which always controlled the rhythm, threw a few grenades into the crowd, then completely blew up the camp and fled. Some Burmese soldiers wanted to kneel down and beg for surrender, but were immediately trampled down by their comrades, causing their muscles and bones to be broken.
Since the Yingzong period, the Battle of Lishui River was the most exciting time for Ming soldiers to kill. They shouted loudly for a fierce battle, while the enemy troops wailed mildly. And Mang Yinglong, who had just turned around to fight, was like a big magnet, attracting the largest number of Ming troops.
Yue Feng saw Mang Yinglong's embarrassment from a distance in the center of the river, but he did not dare to go to the riverside to respond. Now the riverside is crowded with wailing Burmese troops. The result of his return is that the boat will also be capsized, and there will be no other result.
Finally, there were fewer and fewer soldiers around Mang Yinglong, and he fell into a tight siege. He was riding on the horse and saw Yue Feng with a tangled face in Jiang Xin. Using all his strength, he pointed at Yue Feng and shouted: "Let Mang Yingli carry my banner! I pass the throne to Mang Yingli! Yue Feng, did you hear this! Yue Feng! Mang Yingli!" Yue Feng!"
Yue Feng's face was filled with tears. He knelt down at the bow of the boat and kowtowed to Mang Yinglong. He stood up and shouted several times, but he was afraid that Mang Yinglong wouldn't hear, so he tore off his clothes, cut his wrists, wrote Mang Yingli's name in blood, spread his hands, and hoped that Mang Yinglong can see.
The last of Mang Yinglong's soldiers was dead, and his horse's front legs had already stepped into the water. With one more body, he could rush into Lijiang. But with a few gunshots, a few small blood splashes burst out from his body.
Mang Yinglong swayed on the horse, used his last strength to arch his hand in the direction of Yue Feng, and then fell under the horse with a plop.
