"Your Majesty!" Duncan bent his waist slightly and whispered: "Now we should leave here quickly!"

"Yes, it's true!" Meng Ji's face was pale, and she was no longer wearing the gorgeous robe just now, but just a cotton short robe worn by ordinary soldiers. Obviously, he did not have the determination to stay on the battlefield to fight to the death. At this time, a burst of gunfire and screams came not far away. It was the Burmese army that was opening fire on the farmers who disrupted their formation. Hearing the gunshots, Meng Ji's face looked a little ugly. He took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Duncan, can I trust you and your soldiers?"

"Of course!" Duncan nodded affirmatively, and he shouted: "I can let every young man in my subordinates run back to Mandalay from here and then run back. If anyone dares to disobey the order, I will use the Nine-tailed Whip to open his butt!"

"Very good!" Hearing Duncan's affirmative answer, Meng Ji's face looked a little better. He turned his head and called Diocke on the side and said in a deep voice: "Diok, now I will return to Mandalay with Mr. Duncan to deal with an urgent matter. I will come back tomorrow morning. When I am not here, you will command the army on my behalf. If the situation is unfavorable, all the supplies that cannot be taken away will be destroyed and cannot be left to the Chinese. Do you understand?"

"I understand, my majesty!" Dioc bent down deeply.

"Very good, raise your head, my shadow!" Meng Ji held up Dioc's head, touched his cheek and the other person's cheek slightly, and lowered his voice: "Don't let others know that I've left!"

"Yes, your majesty!" Dioc lowered his head and expressed obedience.

In Babu Village, Chen Zaixing and Ba didn't know how fruitful the few shellings they had just made. They only saw that the Burmese people were like flocks of alarmed sheep, and began to have chaotic conflicts and tramplings. At first they thought that this level of chaos would soon subside, but as time passed, the chaos became bigger and bigger. Even when they spread from the temporary recruitment of farmers to the well-organized Burmese army nearby, they finally realized that a great opportunity was right in front of them now.

"Just win like this?" Chen Zaixing looked at the scene in front of him with a dull look. He couldn't believe his eyes. The draw on the side was also a little strange. The purpose of his bombardment was to disrupt the enemy's deployment and prevent the Burmese people from setting up such a simple formation, but he did not expect that a few shells could cause the enemy to collapse. This was too unexpected to him.

"Do you want to pursue?" Chen Zaixing asked.

"Don't be anxious first!" Badu shook his head and whispered: "There are too many Burmese people. We don't have cavalry and are not familiar with the road. Once the troops are thrown out, they will not be able to take them back when they encounter an accident. Let's take a look first. Well, I'll ask Zhang Qi from the left wing to lead a team to cover two Green cannons and test it out!"

Compared with the boss's caution, Zhang Qi's actions were much bolder. After receiving the order, Zhang Qi immediately ordered the soldiers to get bayonets, cross the chest wall, lined up in two rows of scattered soldiers to go to the paddy field. Behind them were two 11mm caliber hand-cranked Green Cannons. From the outside, this kind of firearm looked like a short and thick cylinder. Eleven barrels were arranged in a circular shape around the cylinder. The entire barrel was installed on a two-wheeled frame, which could be flexibly adjusted up and down, left and right, and carried by three soldiers or a mule horse. When shooting, the gunman ordered the shooting command. The shooter turned a handle to make the barrel rotate continuously and complete the continuous shooting, while the ammunition supplyer would feed the ammunition through a hopper or magazine. For logistical convenience, the standard rifles used by the Green Cannon and the Shunjun were 11mm caliber, and the bullets could be used for universal use.

When Zhang Qi saw that the Green Cannon had entered the range of range, he made a gesture to stop preparing to shoot. The gunners immediately put down their brackets, the gunman and the shooter adjusted the ruler. After the bomb supply was ready, their eyes turned to Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi looked at the chaos of Burmese people across the paddy field. At this time, many people had discovered the existence of their Shun Army, began to wave their weapons, and rushed towards them loudly. Zhang Qi hurried to the Green Cannon, picked up the whistle from his chest, took a deep breath, and blew it up violently.

The dense shooting sound immediately pierced the eardrums of people. The soldiers were surprised to see the two strange-shaped weapons ejecting two fire dragons. Almost at the same time, the Burmese people across the paddy field fell in groups, as if an invisible giant sickle swept across. In the face of the heavy rain of steel and flames, life and ** seemed so cheap and weak, and were roughly crushed by the Death's big hands.

"Ahem!" Zhang Qi, who was next to the Green Cannon, coughed violently by the stimulating smell of the burning of a large amount of black gunpowder. The smoke from the burning of black gunpowder also blocked his sight, making it impossible for him and the gunman to see the effect of the shooting clearly. The shooter could only grit his teeth and turn the handle and aimed at the Burmese direction. Suddenly, Zhang Qi heard a mechanical click sound, and the Green Cannon on the right stopped firing.

"What's going on? Who allowed you to stop shooting?" Zhang Qi shouted loudly.

"Mr. Zhang Shao, this Green cannon is stuck." The shooter replied with a flushed face: "This thing is good, but as long as the handle shakes slowly or fast, it will get stuck, which is very troublesome!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get back the bullet and fix it!" Zhang Qi waved impatiently. At this time, a gust of wind blew, blowing away the smoke. He saw that the fields that were still full of Burmese were already covered with corpses. Except for the people who fled in the distance, there were no living people standing upright. At this time, the other Green cannon did not receive Zhang Qi's order and stopped shooting. The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Zhang Qi could clearly hear the sound of dying moans coming from the air.

"Ha, uh!" The archer who was retreating and clearing the chamber saw his masterpiece, felt his stomach contraction, and instinctively pounced to the side, and he vomited violently. The gunman and the bomber next to him also looked ugly. Obviously, if Zhang Qi had not been standing aside, he would have rushed to the side to vomit. Although Zhang Qi was an old army who had experienced many years of war, this was the first time he had seen this unilateral high-speed killing. He felt that his stomach was unconsciously uncomfortable, and a sentence flashed through his heart - "Three generations are the generals, which Taoism is afraid of!"

"Master Shou, are we going to pursue?" asked a low-level officer.

Zhang Qi hesitated for a moment, and the order that Ba Du gave him was to conduct a tentative attack, but the subsequent order did not come out. He thought for a moment and said to the messenger beside him: "Go back and report to the brigade that our troops have defeated the enemy in front of him and killed and injured-" Speaking of this, Zhang Qi's eyes swept across the slope opposite the paddy field, and immediately said: "Nearly a thousand people will be killed and injured. How should we stop next? Let me tell you clearly!"

The tentative actions of the Shun Army were nothing but a wake-up call for Diocke. Obviously, the other party had discovered his own chaos and weakness and began to attack actively. Now there was only one alternative road in front of him. Take as many troops as possible to return to Mandalay and retain more capital. Thinking of this, Diocke couldn't help but regret it in his heart. If Meng had agreed to the British earlier and obtained enough arms, how could he have used such a bloated and fragile army to resist the Chinese attack?

"Order the artillery team to move forward, enter the position, and bombard the Chinese positions!" Dioc ordered loudly, and he knew in his heart that those heavy artillery could not be taken away. Even if their final fate was destroyed, it would not fall into the hands of the Chinese, then the best choice was to let them fire all the shells and cover themselves to retreat.

The actions of the Myanmar army immediately attracted the attention of Badu. From the high ground in Babu Village, he could clearly see through the telescope that had been at the back of the Burmese army. Some soldiers even used whips and bayonets to drive away the defeated soldiers blocking their way forward. Obviously, the Burmese were trying to use these bulky guys to launch a counterattack on their side. Badu's nerves immediately became nervous. No matter how backward the Burmese artillery was and how many people had been lost just now, they now have more than ten times the number of advantages, and any small mistakes in their command would have to pay an unacceptable price.

"You go back and notify Zhang Zhanqi immediately. He did a good job just now. Now let his troops retreat back to the starting point and prepare for the battle!" Badu said loudly to the messenger standing beside him. Then he turned around and said to Chen Zaixing: "Brother Fusheng, the fight is about to start here. Why don't you push down the prince and princess first, so as not to have any changes there."

"Brother Zhenwu, what do you mean? Do you think I am a corrupt scholar who is afraid of death?" Chen Zaixing's face changed slightly.

Badu whispered: "Brother Fusheng, there are many people in this army who can fight, but the only ones who really know our purpose in this trip are you and me. When we fight, guns and cannons are eyeless. If we are together, once the shells come down, they will be reimbursed. It is better to separate. If there is a case, no one will deal with the major issues."

Chen Zaixing thought about it, but no longer shirked the blame, so he bowed and said, "Brother Zhenwu, take care of each of you!"

"Take care for each one!"

Dioc sat on the back of the white elephant and looked coldly at the artillery positions not far away and began to bombard. With the sound of cannons, white smoke rose from the Burmese artillery positions, which was quite spectacular from a distance. Seeing that his side finally began to attack the Chinese, cheers rose in the Burmese army, and morale also rose for a moment.

Dioc jumped off the white elephant, and took a piece of clothing worn by ordinary soldiers from the servant on one side, and ordered the generals on the other side: "Tell me my order, let the troops behind retreat and return to Mandalay!"

"Sir? But the artillery is bombarding the Chinese. The situation is very good to us!" The general looked at Diocke in amazement. At this time, he was not as humble as he was in front of Meng Ji. He walked to the general, stared at the other party with bright eyes, and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty has entrusted me with the full authority of commanding the army. You must obey my order without reservation. I don't want to hear other words, do you understand?"

The general was overwhelmed by Dioc's momentum. He instinctively lowered his head and replied, "Yes, sir!"

Dioc looked at the general who was still a little dissatisfied, shook his head, put his right hand on the other party's shoulder, pulled it into his arms, and whispered with his ears: "We can't win this battle anymore, do you understand! The Chinese cannons are farther and more accurate than us, and they have occupied favorable terrain. Without monks, we can't control so many farmers at all. Now we can do even if we bring as many troops back to Mandalay, those cannons are too bulky, so I leave them here to delay time so that the Chinese will not pursue them. Do you understand?"

The general was persuaded by Dioc, and he stood up straight and replied, "I understand, sir!"

Dioc nodded and smiled, "Very good, then go quickly, hurry up! Time is precious to us now!" Looking at the other party's departure back, Dioc changed into the clothes of ordinary soldiers, and shouted to his followers, "We will leave immediately, this white elephant and all the ceremonial guards will be left here as it is, so that others will not find out that the king has left!"

In front of Babu Village, the Myanmar Army's artillery shells continued to fall, about one-third of which were solid bullets, and the rest were various grenades. The soldiers of the Shun Army curled up and clasped against obstacles according to what they taught during training, so as to minimize the possibility of being hit by shrapnel. Since most of the artillery on the Myanmar side were lagging behind the times, the range was generally insufficient. Most of the artillery shells fell into the paddy fields in front of the village. The heavy shells plunged into the mud and water, and there was no other effect except for splashing mud and water in the sky. Only a few shells fired by the new artillery fell on the Shun Army's positions, causing certain casualties.

There was a different scene on the Shun Army's artillery position. Badu carefully arranged these eight 75mm mountain cannons at the bottom of this saddle-shaped base. The high ground on both sides and the front barriers blocked the artillery shells of most Burmese people, making this place a blind spot in shooting. However, the artillery here can accurately fight back to the enemy through the observation post on the high ground on the right. As soon as the Burmese artillery fire fell on the Shun Army's position, the well-trained observation post responded to the smoke fired by the opponent's artillery.

The commander shouted loudly: "The enemy artillery is located at 600 secret position, with a distance of 2,500 meters and a height of 15 degrees! One test shot!"

"The enemy artillery is located at 600 secret position, with a distance of 2,500 meters, and the height difference is exactly 15 degrees! One test shot!" The gunman repeated the boss' order loudly.

"Observation post report, the bullet point is offset eleven meters left, adjust the shooting!"

"After adjusting, open fire!"

"Observation report, hit the target!"
Chapter completed!