In Mandalay, in the Burmese Palace, Meng Ji was wearing the Burmese King's robe and crown, and was tidying up his appearance in front of the mirrors held by the two slaves. Meng Ji took two steps and suddenly asked the confidant beside him: "Diok, do you think this robe or the one that is more kingly?"

"The Buddha's darling, the unparalleled supreme, the son of the sun and the moon, your light covers the vast land from the Andaman Sea to the Tanggula Mountains. Your majesty is so outstanding that no matter what kind of robe you wear, it can only set off your unparalleled appearance. The humble subjects can only occasionally look at your toes, otherwise your eyes will be damaged by your dazzling light... "Diok knelt on the ground, chanting a long passage of flattery. Obviously, Meng felt good, and he listened with interest to the other party's long passage of flattery that he had said to his former Burmese King.

"Great Your Majesty!" A voice interrupted Dioc's long flattery. Meng Ji turned around and saw two white men walking into the door. The man in front was pale, with a hooked nose under his dark blue eyes, a hypocritical smile on his thin lips, wearing a neat tuxedo and black top hat, playing with an ivory cane in his hand. It was Jilins, Consul General of the British Empire in Yangon, followed by Duncan. Jilins took off the top hat and bowed gracefully to Meng Ji. He smiled and said in skillful Burmese: "Great Your Majesty, I think you have more important things to deal with than choosing a robe and a crown!"

"Oh, my friends!" Meng Ji took off his crown and smiled at Jilins: "Meng Ji will not forget your generous help. Say, what do you want to get, gold, gems, women, or titles? Don't worry, the generosity of the king will always exceed your most arrogant demands!"

"His Majesty, Her Majesty's humble servant wants to remind you that the British Empire has given you not to obtain gold, gems, women." Jillins raised his head arrogantly and shouted: "My colleague brought weapons to help you train your army so that the only purpose of liberating Myanmar from the shackles of which old empire (referring to Dashun) is to make it an equal member of the free world; to sign an equal trade treaty with the British Empire; to recognize the most trade-favored-nation treatment of each other; and to give the citizens of both sides the freedom to travel, live, do business and preach within the other side. I think your Majesty, you will not forget it, right?"

"Oh! Look at what you said, how could I forget?" Meng Ji smiled and spread his hands, making a helpless gesture: "But my friends, this is Myanmar, do you understand? In Myanmar, the old empire is very close to us, but you friends are too far away from us. So you have to take all this slowly, do you understand? Just like my ancestors did, take your time!"

The veins on Jillins' forehead hopped a moment, and those who were familiar with his temper knew that this was a sign of his anger. He tried his best to suppress his emotions and asked, "Great Majesty, I can understand your concerns. This is a sign of wisdom. But when will this slow take you down?"

"When I can resist the great empire in the north, my friends!" Meng Ji replied with a smile: "Simply put, I need 60 battalions and 60 standing troops trained according to the Western style. As long as I have these 60 battalions, I will immediately expel Dashun's Malay Guardian from Mandalay and fulfill our previous agreement!"

"Your Majesty!" Even though Jillins possessed the excellent qualities of patience, this gentleman of the British Empire, he felt that he was on the verge of an outbreak. He lowered his voice and said, "The 60 infantry battalions, this number is too large. Not to mention equipment, you don't even have a basic number of officers. Even if the British Empire sent the officers to you, we don't have so many officers now, and there are armies, gunpowder factories, and even the omnipotent God is difficult to do!"

"I know it's difficult, my dear friends, but I don't plan to bother your military officers. Myanmar's army will be commanded by Myanmar's officers, as well as ordnances and gunpowder. I hope to open a military academy training officer here, as well as the best ordnances, gunpowder factories, etc. I hope to get the support of the British Empire! I hope to use rice, wood, jade or other products to pay the required funds. If the British Empire is willing to give a loan, it would be even better. Of course, I hope the annual interest rate is no more than 5%!" Meng Ji replied with a smile, as if he had not noticed Jilins' trembling body at all.

"This yellow monkey, a squinted slut, and a descendant of a slave. He dared to play tricks on me - the representative of the British Empire. I want to hang this liar on the mast of a warship. Of course, after he tasted the Nine-tailed Whip, I swear to God!"

Almost as he walked out of the palace gate, Jillins cursed angrily. He was completely angered by the treason of the new Burmese king. This bastard took full advantage of the support of the British Empire to ascend to the throne, but he abandoned his promise before he could even sit on the hot side. It seemed that this liar would continue to play the dangerous fence game between Shun and the British Empire like the previous Burmese king who had just been overthrown. His request was like a robber: sixty camps trained by Western style, God

Oh! If he really had such a large army, he would immediately break the fragile balance of the entire Indochina Peninsula and pose a huge threat to the existence of the entire civilized world in Southeast Asia. The resistance of the Afghans has proved how fragile the British Empire was against an enemy equipped with firearms, and the Afghan army was much smaller than sixty battalions. If he conveyed the request of this liar to London, the Foreign Minister would immediately recall himself and kick him to the mental hospital.

Jilins forced himself to calm himself down and began to think: "The British Empire must not gain nothing after paying such a great price. The geographical location of Mandalay made the British Empire unable to exert its powerful naval strength. The limited Marines launched an expedition in this season was destined to be futile. The damn mud and dysentery were enough to eliminate the good guys in England. This cunning guy must have considered these things to be so arrogant. God! Could it be that this liar escaped punishment?"

Jillins was almost desperate. He clenched his fists angrily. Duncan looked at him sympathetically. He had never seen his boss, a respectable gentleman, so disobeyed. This was a shame for an Englishman. Duncan carefully patted Jillins' arm and whispered: "Mr. Ambassador, I got a message from my pipeline that the guy did not catch all the children of the former Burmese King. Two children were gone. According to the customs of Burmese King, as long as the direct blood relatives of the former Burmese King were alive, the war for the throne would not end!"

"Oh, what a barbaric custom, just like the Turks. I suspect that they usually walk four-legged at home, and only stand upright when they meet with us civilized people!" Jillins cursed and asked casually: "Where are these two children now?"

"I heard that he was escorted to the Mansion of the Shun people's guards!"

"The Mansion of the Shun people's Burmese Guardian? Oh! God! Duncan, you are such an angel!" Jilins suddenly turned around, hugged Duncan, and kissed the other party's cheeks excitedly: "I have a way to deal with this despicable liar, ah! The cunning fox has fallen into the trap, and the hunter will have a beautiful scarf right away!" Jilins snapped his fingers. Duncan looked at his boss at a loss. He was already confused by the other party's sudden actions just now. Seeing Duncan's confusion, Jilins whispered to him with a smile, and finally smiled at his subordinates who suddenly realized his enlightenment: "Dear Duncan, dividing and governing is the way to survive in the empire for hundreds of years!"

The Dashun Hu Burma School Office is very different from the surrounding buildings. The eaves and long corridors and stone lions are completely Chinese. Zhao Youting stood on the corridor and quietly looked at the courtyard outside. The open space outside the corridor was raining heavily, hitting the bluestone ground, making a rustling sound.

"Sir, go in and rest! It's already deep, it's raining heavily outside, be careful!" Liu Zhixing, the judge of the Protectorate, stood behind Zhao Youting and whispered.

"Let me stand here again. I don't know what happened to me these two days, I'm upset and can't sleep!"

Liu Zhixing smiled and said, "It just so happens that Xiaguan can't sleep, so why not let Xiaguan accompany the adults here to see the night rain!"

Zhao Youting turned his head and looked at each other and smiled. The two of them had a normal relationship in the past. Liu Zhixing was quite contemptuous of Zhao Youting's behavior of doing nothing and only focusing on making money to prepare for retirement. However, after this incident, Zhao Youting's decisiveness made the judge's perception of him greatly. He felt that this person was really talented, but he had no chance to play in the past. Zhao Youting was also extremely smart, so he naturally felt that the other party's attitude towards him. In addition, the two are in danger and feel that they share the same hatred of the enemy. Invisibly, the relationship between the two has improved a lot.

"Okay, I'll have a long talk with him tonight!" Zhao Youting smiled, reached out to hold the other party's left arm, sat cross-legged on the corridor, and smiled and said, "You and I are now in a tiger and wolf, and we have no soldiers. How should we do it?"

Liu Zhixing smiled and said, "Sir, according to the officials, this is a great opportunity. If God protects you, the 'Shame of Promotion', it will be a success. You can also move the position of Chief of the Burmese Camp, and become the Ambassador of the Burmese Camp!"

A trace of excitement flashed through Zhao Youting's eyes, and then it went out again. He bowed to the direction of Hanjing in the northwest and said, "I hope that with the power of Emperor Hengzong, Badu will go smoothly, send the son of the Burmese King back to Dashun, and use a large army to go south to get the "shame of Xuancheng". This Burmese Martial Arts Office can also be worthy of its name. Zhao is over 50 years old, and his personal honor and disgrace are insignificant."

It turned out that the mansion where Zhao Youting was located was built in the fifth year of Xuancheng, Dashun (1744). It was the end of the Tohyu Dynasty in Myanmar. Because its king launched a long-term conquest war against Siam (now Thailand), it consumed a lot of people's strength and aroused resistance from all ethnic groups in the country. At that time, Emperor Hengzong of Dashun took the opportunity to send general Gao Chenggong to lead a large army to invade and occupy Awa, the capital of the Tohyu Dynasty in Myanmar at that time (just in Mandalay, now

A puppet was built as the king of Burma, and a magnificent guards' office was set up in Mandalay, preparing to transfer the entire territory of Myanmar into the territory of Dashun. However, as the war continued, the situation gradually became unfavorable to Dashun. The area where the Meng uprising centered on Baigu broke out in 1740 became larger and larger, constantly defeating the puppet troops of the Toungu Dynasty and the Dashun army, controlling most of the territory of Myanmar, and encircled in 1752.

The old capital of the Tohyu Dynasty, Awa, the Shun Army, which had been abroad for many years, had a low morale and lost consecutive battles due to the epidemic. In the end, it had to negotiate with the Burmese army with the Meng army as the core. After negotiations, Myanmar finally recognized Dashun's status as the sect leader and retained the Burmese Person Office. The Shun Army withdrew from Myanmar and recognized that the Gongbang Dynasty established by the rebel army was the official of Myanmar, and that the Burmese Person Office could not have more than one hundred soldiers stationed in it, but in fact it was only

It was just an envoy's garrison, but it lost its original military dispatching agency. This time, Dashun launched an army of 100,000. After the epidemic and years of war, there were only more than 10,000 people entering the border. There were no less than 40,000 corpses on the way to the border between Awa and Shun Kingdom, and countless military weapons were lost. Emperor Hengzong was very angry about this, but he died in less than a year. Therefore, Dashun called it "the shame of Xuancheng" in history.

While the two were talking, a voice came from outside. The veterans who were vaguely guarding the gate were scolding someone loudly. Zhao and Liu looked at each other, and they also saw a look of vigilance in each other's eyes, and stood up one after another. Since the New Burmese King won the throne, the order in Mandalay City was quickly restored. The few rioters who wanted to take the opportunity to rob were cut off their heads and limbs in accordance with the local laws and hung them in the square for public display. The Chinese businessmen who took refuge in the Protectorate's Mansion also returned to their residences, removed the elite soldiers who escorted the Burmese Prince. There were only more than twenty people left in the Protectorate's Mansion, which was actually very empty.

"Sir, please rest assured. Look at the actions of the new Burmese King over the past few days. He is not a reckless person and will not make such an unwise move that will collide with the envoys of the country!" Liu Zhixing whispered to Zhao Youting. Zhao Youting nodded. At this time, as if he was to refute Liu Zhixing's judgment, a shrill scream came from the gate, which was vaguely the voice of the guards.

Duncan turned a corpse over with force. The neck of the Shun soldier was twisted unnaturally, and it was obviously twisted by someone. There was a corpse lying on the ground next to him. Blood was pouring out from the wound on his back, but it was immediately washed away by the rain.

"After rushing in, kill people first and then set fire. Don't let a Shun people go! Each of you can get one hundred pounds, and kill the Shun people can get five hundred pounds. Do you understand?" Duncan whispered to the group of people with different skin colors and nationalities behind him. In Southeast Asia, an adventurer's paradise, as long as you are willing to spend enough money, you can find enough scumbags who are willing to sell their lives and souls at any time.

A greedy light flashed in everyone's eyes. Without Duncan's next word, these desperate people rushed into the gate and waved various weapons in their hands. Soon there were screams and shouts in the Protectorate's Mansion, but the heavy rain weakened most of the screams to the point where they could not be heard clearly for dozens of meters away. Duncan looked at the Protectorate's Mansion with satisfaction.

"Sir, sir! A group of thieves rushed into the mansion and slashed and killed them. Many of them also had pistols and rifles. The brothers caught them off guard! Severe casualties! Sir, you should retreat quickly!" The officers left behind the Protectorate's Mansion panted and reported to Zhao Youting and Liu Zhixing. The screams of killing, screams and gunshots came from twenty or thirty meters away. The bandits raided the defenders of the Protectorate's Mansion off guard.

Zhao Youting looked at the scene in front of him blankly, as if he was frightened by what happened suddenly. Not far away, the bandits began to throw dry bamboo tubes with gunpowder and grease into the house guarded by the soldiers of Shunguo. Soon the irritating smoke and flames began to spread, forcing the soldiers to retreat from the house.

"Sir, the captain is right, go quickly!" Liu Zhixing pulled Zhao Youting's sleeve and ran backwards. After running two steps, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his hand. When he looked back, he saw Zhao Youting kneeling down with his chest behind him. Liu Zhixing quickly helped him up and found that there was a bullet hole on the other party's back. While reaching the hand, he hurriedly covered Zhao Youting's wound and shouted loudly: "Sir, grit your teeth and we will escape. As long as we arrive at the palace, the Burmese King can cut these damn thieves into pieces and avenge the soldiers!"

"It's useless!" Zhao Youting's eyes were clear and he smiled bitterly, "Run away, don't stay here and wait for death." Zhao Youting said this, seeing that Liu Zhixing was still hesitant, and didn't know where the last little strength burst out, grabbed Liu Zhixing's right hand and shouted: "It's the British that took action. They are forcing the new Burmese King and Dashun to break up! Run quickly, you must survive, watch the army of the Celestial Empire strife for me, and the dead soldiers!" At this point, a dying spasm passed through Zhao Youting's body, and his head hung weakly.
Chapter completed!