"Of course I will give that Song Gan, the leader of the mob!" Chen Zaixing had finished writing a reply, and while drying the ink, he replied with a smile: "I will send some weapons to those large temples, saying that they will temporarily store them for us and accommodate senior officers, thinking that the inside and outside should be used together. Then I will tell Song Gan about the oath and the list of weapons temples, so that Song Gan knows what these so-called monks did on their backs, and borrow his knife to clean up all the dirty blood for us!"

"What?" Ba opened his eyes wide in surprise. He was frightened by Chen Zaixing's plan. Chen Zaixing stood up and patted his companion's shoulder comfortably, whispering: "Although we have the advantage in military affairs, we are foreigners after all, and we are weak. We cannot compare to these Buddhist temples and nobles in Myanmar for hundreds or even thousands of years. Their power is mixed and touched the whole body with one move. So we must let the lower-level figures such as Song Gan rise up, let them fight in the internal struggle, destroy themselves, and then we can clean up the mess again, so that we can achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

"Then aren't you afraid that Songguan will be powerful and will not be able to get rid of it?"

"Haha, people like Songzan started their business by relying on the lowest mobs and Taiping Road. Huang Chao was a first-class person. When they started their business, everyone was united and naturally unstoppable. But when they were slightly successful in their careers, the leaders above were greedy for comfort. Without the indomitable spirit and the clans were divided, there would be nothing left. If they didn't beat these monks and nobles to the point of pain, they would not follow us wholeheartedly! Besides, if they really didn't work, we and the British wouldn't work, we would unite with the British to destroy them!"

"Enjoy the British? How is this possible?"

"What's wrong with this?" Chen Zaixing said with a smile: "There is a proverb from the British: 'There is no eternal enemy, only eternal interests'. Dashun and Britain are now in order to compete for the interests of Myanmar. But if Myanmar is strong enough to threaten the interests of both countries, the two countries can naturally put aside their old grudges first, destroy these guys and continue fighting. It is better than getting nothing!"

Ba thought for a while, and finally sighed, "Oh! I really don't understand. Forget it, everything will be done according to your plan. By the way, how do you hand over the list and the pledge to that chanting ginseng?"

"So let Zhang Qi go to the city and hand it over to the chanting ginseng!" Chen Zaixing saw Ba's eyes unsolved and explained: "I told the chanting ginseng directly that I will enter the city in five days. If he doesn't believe it, he can go to the temple to search and verify whether the oath and list are true or not?"

"Will that Song attendance let the temple join forces with it to resist foreign enemies?"

"Impossible. It would be possible if Song Chan was alone, but now all under his command were all the most radical mobs, and they could only be linked by hatred for the old forces. If he did not use the blood of the nobles and monks who colluded with us to relieve the thirst of the mob, he would probably have to use his own blood. Song Chan would definitely find this, otherwise the mobs would tell him with practical actions, but it would not be so easy to get out at that time!"

Hearing this, Ba stood up silently, walked out of the door, and brought him to the door. Chen Zaixing listened to the heavy steps gradually fading away, lowered his head and started writing at his desk.

That night, Samantabhadra received a handwritten reply from Chen Zaixing, a mansion of the Yunnan-Guizhou Jiedushi, who was in charge of the Myanmar Office. In the letter, Mr. Chen warmly praised Samantabhadra's foresight and courage, and said that he would allocate troops as soon as possible to enter the city of Bagan and restore order to prevent the mob from invading the temples and citizens. Then, Mr. Chen expressed his ignorance of the number of mobs, the weapons and equipment conditions, and the organizational conditions.

He was worried and hoped that the righteous men in the city would provide information assistance. Finally, he tactfully expressed his hope that the nobles and monks who supported them would leave a letter of oath and list, and would also ask for merit from the Emperor Dashun and the King of Burma in the future. After listening to the content of the letter, the monks gathered in the Samantabhadra monks' room were all excited. Lord Chen's attitude gave them great courage. Many people began to talk about the possibility of obtaining official positions and rewards after the uprising was completed.

"Put the stuff in!"

With Samantabhadra's voice, a monk walked in and placed a wooden box in front of everyone. When he opened it, he saw twenty-five revolvers neatly placed inside, and a thick layer of yellow and orange bullets were covered underneath. Everyone exclaimed a burst of marvels.

: "These were brought back by the messenger!" Samantabhadra whispered: "He said that the situation in the city is unpredictable. These bullets are for me to prevent themselves in case of self-defense. If there are more, please make a list and let the messenger who sent the pledge next time!"

"That's great! With a gun, I'm not afraid of these mobs!" Countless hands stretched out to the wooden box at once, and pairs of hands who chanted Buddha's name and chanted Buddha's name and grabbed the steel-cast guns, and Charity's face also showed a bit of hideousness. Samantabhadra looked at these familiar faces on weekdays and couldn't help but sigh, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: "Are you doing this right or wrong?"

"Master, let's take a few more hands, if there is a mistake, you can take care of it!" A voice interrupted Samantabhadra's thoughts. Samantabhadra opened his eyes, but what caught his eye was the expressions of eagerness on the faces of several disciples. He sighed in a low voice and said, "Hey, the world is changing. If a disaster comes, what can these guns resist? Maybe it's the source of the disaster."

"Master said!" The disciples saw that the other participants were holding one or two pistols in their hands, and some were still busy putting bullets on the pistols. All their faces were full of complacent colors and their hearts were itchy. Seeing that they looked, Samantabhadra didn't know what they were thinking, so she sighed and turned around and walked out. Seeing that the master had left, the disciples looked at each other, and rushed to their companions who had two pistols, shouting: "You are so greedy, you have violated the precepts, and you don't know the same one!" As he said that, he wrestled and squatted.

Two days later

Zhang Qi carefully walked through a street, turned right, and walked to the end of an alley. A simple two-story building appeared in front of him. This old building can almost be used as a blueprint for historians to describe the slum buildings in Bagan at that time: the crumbling walls seemed to be covered with hieroglyphs, and many small cracks in parallel revealed horizontal or oblique wood or straw on the mud wall. Even if the lightest vehicles drove past the house, each piece of wood inside swayed in the tongue and groove. The roof of this ancient building was three

The corners are to prevent the abundant rainfall from the local area from shaking the house; but the wind and rain have been blowing over the years, the roof has become somewhat deformed. The three-foot roof protruded to the street to protect the steps from rain. At this time, a Burmese soldier carrying a rifle was standing lazily at the door, with a regular round hole in the wall beside him. This is the credit of a solid bullet during the mutiny not long ago. The owner casually nailed it with a wooden board inside to block the curious eyes of the street. On the side of the road outside the door, dozens of local citizens of different costumes were lined up, waiting for the owner of the house to receive it.

"Kabu, are you sure this is the place that the person who was asked about the direction told us before? Songsan lives here?" Zhang Qi grabbed Kabu next to him, his face slightly dark. It was not difficult to hear that he was a little annoyed at this time in his low voice.

"This should be here, I hope there will be no mistake!" Kabu's answer was a little uncertain at this time. The house in front of him was so dilapidated that even a decent Bagan citizen's residence was a bit cold. Songsan has now controlled thousands of new soldiers. After Dioc escaped from the city, he has become the actual master of Bagan City. How could he live in such a dilapidated and unsafe place?

"Hmph! Come and ask, this is a big thing that Lord Chen personally ordered, but you must not make any mistakes, otherwise I can't afford to take care of you or I!" Zhang Qi whispered, and the Kabu nodded quickly, then ran towards the house, asked a few questions to the citizens at the end of the line, and ran back quickly, his face full of joy.

"Sir, that's right, Songsan is in this room!" Kabu replied happily: "These citizens have something to ask to see him. If you want to see him, you just need to line up outside. It's your turn to go in and see him!"

"Really? That's great!" Zhang Qi rubbed his hands happily. He looked at the length of the team and frowned, as if there was something difficult to decide. He took out two silver coins from his arms and preached to Ka: "Go and talk to the sentry, say we have something urgent to do, let's line up in front, these are his." After that, he handed the two silver coins to Kabu. Kabu hurriedly ran back to the sentry and whispered a few words. The sentry looked at Zhang Qi who was standing not far away, weighed the amount of the silver coins in his hand, stretched out his right hand and spread his five fingers to Kabu for a while. Kabu nodded to him, and then ran back to Zhang Qi and said: "Sir, that guy wants five!"

"Hmph, the greedy guy, give him five dollars!" Zhang Qi sneered, walked over, took out three more silver coins from his arms and put them in the hand of the sentry. The sentry weighed the silver coins in his hand, and confirmed that it was not fake money, and then walked to the citizens in front and said a few words. The citizens in line took a few steps back, and the sentry pointed to the front position and shouted at Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi then walked to the front position.
Chapter completed!