Shunjun Camp.

There are seven steps from the door to the bed in the wooden house, and seven steps from the window to the wall. The floor is made of rough wooden boards. There are marching blankets on the wooden boards, and there are several tree stumps for benches and tables next to the bed. There are several nails for hanging clothes on the wall. The whole house is simple but dry and clean. Except for the fact that there are a few solid iron railings in the place where it should be windows, it is no different from the residence of an ordinary intermediate military officer.

Song Chan was lying on the marching bed, and a loud voice came in from the window. It was a sergeant who was training his soldiers, and there was a burst of gunfire from a distance. Song Chan was no stranger to all this. Just a few months ago, he had personally experienced the whip and tree sticks of Shun Army officers as a new recruit of the Burmese Army. However, Song Chan did not feel hatred for the officers because of this. After all, these officers did not withhold his salary. Moreover, while they were fighting against the Burmese soldiers, they were also treating the Shun Army soldiers equally. In Song Chan's opinion, it was a bit like the blacksmith master in the village slapping his clumsy apprentice, which was natural.

Song Chan has been locked up in this room for three days. To be fair, he received very good treatment, clean residence, clean bed, pretty good food, no whipping or insults, no shackles or handcuffs, and even after lunch, he could walk in the open space behind the house for twenty minutes to enjoy the afternoon sun. Of course, this was under the care of two soldiers, and the only restriction was that he could not leave the room. Even the Shun Army soldiers who were guarding him began to think that he was a member of the Burmese royal family who hidden his noble identity, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that he was treated with such preferential treatment.

"Standing at the sight! Saying!" A long command came from outside the window. Song Gan sat up from the bed. Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open from outside. A strong beam of sunlight shot in from outside, just shining on Song Gan's face. He instinctively narrowed his eyes and saw a tall and burly figure standing at the door.

"Song Gan, get up and pay homage to you!" A loud voice came in from behind the figure.

"No need!" The man walked forward two steps. At this time, Song Gan's eyes had gradually adapted to the light shining from outside. He saw clearly that the man coming in was Badu. He saw that he was wearing a straight tweed military uniform, and the cloak behind him fluttered with the river breeze blowing in from outside, looking particularly majestic.

"Wu Songchan, I've been too busy these days and I don't have time to come to you. Today I have nothing to do, so I'll come to see you." Badu smiled and pointed at the person behind him and said, "This person is also your old friend. Lord Dioc, the eldest princess appointed the governor of the China-Myanmar region to replace you. He is here to be a translator for you and me today. You can say anything you and I have, and you don't have to worry about him spreading it!"

Dioc smiled at Songzan, not at all the domineering look he had just now. Badou gently tapped his palm twice, and two soldiers walked in from outside. There were some fruit on the tray in his hand, and placed it on a tree stump for the table in the house. Badou picked up an orange and made a gesture to Songzan for treating food.

Song Gan looked at Ba Du with some confusion, but he still picked up an apple and took a bite. Ba Du looked at Song Gan with a smile, chewing the apple with a big mouthful, and then pushed the orange in his hand away, and handed it over. Song Gan reached out to block the orange: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I have a question to ask you!" Ba took back the orange without any offense, and took a piece of it and stuffed it into his mouth: "Why do you still have to come here in person even though you know that it may be bad for you when you invite you to the meeting? You can completely refuse or send someone to come!"

Song Chan did not answer Badu's question immediately. He looked at Dioc on the side, and the other party was smiling gently, as if he had completely forgotten the fact that the rebel army led by Song Chan had been beaten a few months ago and escaped from Bagan in a panic.

"It's very simple. A great cause requires me to take this risk. The British are no longer there. You have freed up your hands. If I don't come to the meeting, you will immediately fight with the king's army. Our strength is still too small and we need to buy time!"

"You?" Ba frowned: "What are you talking about here?"

"Shun Army, Northern Barbarians! You and the kingdom's army are not on the same route! Otherwise, I would have been destroyed by you in Bagan City at the beginning!"

"This, this!" Ba Du opened his eyes wide in surprise. He never expected that the other party had discovered this and tried to take advantage of it. He is now beginning to be glad that he made the decision to arrest Song Gan three days ago. It was too dangerous to let this person be outside of his grasp.

"Even so, you don't have to take risks like this?"

"Before I came, I appointed my heirs. Even if I can't go back, it will not affect the success or failure of my career. As for me, just like many companions who have sacrificed my life for me, it is a great cause! As long as it is beneficial to the success of my career, my personal life and death are insignificant!"

"The success of career?" Badu's face showed a sarcastic smile: "Is that so, let me tell you a message. At this time in three days, His Majesty the Princess will pass a new law in the Privy Council. According to this law, all soldiers of the new kingdom army, no matter what their identity was before joining the army, will automatically become free people, and can also obtain a piece of land of about fifty acres and five acres of residential land. This land will become private property and can be passed on to his descendants. With this law, if you leave your team, you will collapse without fighting. Now do you still think that your great career will succeed if you leave it?"

Song Gan's face did not show the excitement that Ba was expected. He smiled: "Maybe things will develop as you expected, but isn't this a good start? Many farmers have already obtained land. Unless the eldest princess intends to engage in a civil war, she can only recognize this reality by law. I believe that this decree is just a beginning, and soon the kingdom will extend this decree to all peasants. You would never think that this is because the conscience of the king and nobles emerged? If we were not those of us who picked up guns and resisted, in another thousand years and ten thousand years, the nobles would not make this concession. If that were the case, how could we say that a great cause had not been successful?"

Looking at the smile on Song Chan's face, Ba suddenly felt a sense of fatigue. Dioc smiled and retorted: "Maybe you are right! Wu Song Chan got the land because of the sacrifice and hard work of you and your companions, but people in future generations would not know. You must know that it was monks and scholars who wrote history and recorded it on the walls of books and temples. Your behavior deeply hurt the nobles and monks. They would never leave the names of you and your companions, but would only give the credit for the land distributed to the kings and nobles to the kindness and vision of the kings and nobles. In another fifty to one hundred years, when the people of your contemporaries die, your name and achievements will be abandoned in unknown corners. People in future generations will never know what you and your companions have done, just as it has never happened!"

Dioc's cold voice echoed in the house, and Badu and Songsan's faces turned pale. Both of them did not lack the courage to face danger, but the terrifying reality that Dioc had just revealed made the hearts of the two people suddenly shrink. The fruits obtained by the warrior's sacrifice were usurped by the enemy, and the warrior himself was buried forever in the dark corner, his name was forgotten, and his achievements were usurped by others. What else could be more cruel and terrifying than this?

Song Gan was silent for a while and slowly raised his head. His face had been pale for a long time. Obviously, Dioc's words just now had a great impact on him, but he still said slowly and firmly: "Yes, you are right. The fate of my companions and me in this world seems to be destined. Fortunately, there are gods and Buddhas in heaven. They are omniscient and omnipotent, and their eyes will not be obscured by the complexity of the world. When we leave this world, there will naturally be fair judgment waiting for us."

As a well-educated Chinese, Badu is actually an atheist, at least an agnostic. He naturally would not believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas like Songkan. But at this time, he couldn't help but be infected by Songkan. He was about to say something, but when he heard Dioc's low cough beside him, he came back to his senses and said coldly: "We have already talked about it today. It depends on yourself. Let's think about it!" At this point, Badu stood up, turned around and walked out. Dioc fell behind, looked at Songkan, sneered and followed him out, leaving only Songkan in the room.

In the military camp, Badu suddenly stopped and asked Dioc behind him, "Governor Dioc, what do you think of this man Songgan?"

"Sir, don't mention this governor. I am involved in the death of the previous king. This governor is only used by His Majesty the Regent Princess to calm people's hearts for the time being. If the Lords of the Supreme Kingdom protect me, I will die sooner or later!" Dioc smiled bitterly: "In my opinion, this chanting cannot be kept, so it's better to kill it."

"How to say it? Can't you take it for yourself?" Badu's face showed a rare feeling of caring.

"Sir, women should not be kind!" Dioc sighed and said, "I also know that Dioc is strong and capable, and has prestige among the farmers in Myanmar. It would be a pity if I killed him. But if you think about it, he is not afraid of death, is not greedy for money, or enjoyment. It's okay, but he doesn't even care about his reputation, and gods and Buddhas are not afraid of him. I just think about his great cause. Is there any way you can control him? I remember that your Dashun has a book called "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", in which Cao Cao likes a general named Guan Yu very much. He was promoted and sent a beautiful woman to him, but Guan Yu was still loyal to his elder brother Liu Bei. As soon as he got the news, he went all the way to Liu Bei, and later led his troops to defeat Cao Cao. Think about it, will there be any troubles when Cao Cao killed Guan Yu at the beginning?"

"Yeah!" Bad nodded slowly. Dioc's words touched him. It was indeed impossible for people like Song Gan to drive him. Then the more capable he is, the more honest and firm he is, the less he can keep him.

"Then I'll leave this person to you!" Badu said with his back to Dioc, "Remember, you did all this on my back, and it has nothing to do with our Dashun Army! Do you understand?"

"That's natural!" Dioc hurriedly said respectfully: "Sir, please rest assured. The villain must have done this matter cleanly and neatly. Also, the Chinese and Myanmar nobles are a little interesting. It is to give you a thank you for seizing this villain. Please check it out!" At this point, Dioc took out a gift list from his arms and presented it with both hands.

Ba Du was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and glanced at the gift list. He saw that there were obviously precious items on it. He couldn't help but move his heart. He immediately remembered Song Gan's firm gaze just now, and he felt soft again. He reached out and pushed the gift list away and whispered: "Forget it, Song Gan is also a hero. Now the situation is forcing him to kill him. But if he takes these things, it seems that I would kill people for money!"

"That's right, that's right, the adults recognize heroes and value heroes. I really admire them!" Dioc held the gift list but did not take it back: "It's just that this list was a little bit of the meaning of the nobles in China and Myanmar. If the adults don't take it, they will think more. Please put the overall situation first and accept their little intentions!" Dioc is indeed the confidant of the fake king Mengji. He can really tell the living ones to die and the dead ones to live. After all, he can even take it.

Ba Du frowned, took the gift list hesitantly, and whispered: "If you say this, then that's all, that's all, but you won't be the case!"

"Thank you, sir!" Dioc bowed to the ground: "That person--!"

He felt the gift list in his arms, and the crisp paper gave him a heavy feeling in his chest, making him feel comfortable. He waved his hand and replied casually: "Take two people to bring people up, be careful on the way, don't make a mistake!"
Chapter completed!