The Prosperous Era of Longwan

The Ming army continued to repel the Burmese army, and suddenly the situation in front suddenly changed.

A group of people wearing Burmese Chinese clothes appeared in front, perhaps they did not realize it, because there were still scattered Burmese soldiers passing by them and fleeing backwards.

"Those should be the Burmese dignitaries."

Qi Jimei pointed at those people and said.

Li Chengliang had been observing the battle situation on the front line, so he naturally saw it.

This group of people seemed to have not yet realized the danger, or they were stunned by the fighting style of the Ming army, and defeated the Burmese army without bloodshed.

They were shocked by the fighting style of the Ming army and the low morale of their own soldiers.

As long as the Ming army's artillery shells came over, regardless of whether they hit their position or not, they would run back, completely in a state of defeat.

Li Chengliang really guessed it right. At this time, Mang Yingli was more shocked than shocked. He did not expect that the Burmese army, which had been rampant in Southeast Asia, would be so vulnerable when encountering the offensive of the Ming army.

Although he was defeated by Li Rusong's troops many times, he did not flee like this.

"We can't win, there's no way to fight anymore."

"We can't even fight in close combat."

"Our morale is gone, we can't fight this war anymore."

"Just surrender."

This time, the Burmese officials and chieftains also realized that they couldn't fight anymore.

The army they were so proud of now turned and ran away like a mouse seeing a cat when they saw the Ming army. How could they fight anymore?

The cats of this era really caught mice, not the pet cats of later generations.

The opinions were unified, and no one cared whether they could fight again, or thought about fighting to promote talks, there was no such opportunity.

However, Li Chengliang would not give them the opportunity to raise the white flag, and directly ordered Qi Jimei: "Use the Portuguese cannon to bombard there, and knock them down, and the Burmese bastards should kneel down and surrender."

Knowing Li Chengliang's intentions, Qi Jimei would not say much, anyway, he had military merit.

At that moment, he turned his horse and ran forward. It was best for him to arrange this matter personally.

Soon, the gunners of more than ten Portuguese cannons rushed forward with their guns.

Because the distance between the front line of the Ming army and this group of people was a little far at this time, they were not within the range.

The gunners charged, but Qi Jimei was still worried, and immediately ordered the people around him to take away a lot of loaded cartridges from the surrounding artillery teams.

When the Portuguese cannons fired quickly, in fact, there was no time to load all six cartridges.

Only a certain speed could be maintained, and the loading of cartridges could meet the needs of firing and form continuous firepower.

Of course, this actually reduced the firing speed.

This time, the Ming army gunners rushed forward dozens of steps, and rushed up directly without waiting for the bird gunners behind to form a team, which made Mang Yingli and other Burmese officials and chieftains feel bad.

The direction in which the other party ran seemed to be heading towards them.

Just when they suddenly realized that their position was forward and a little dangerous and wanted to turn around and retreat, the Ming army gunners were already in place.

Directly and quickly set up the cannon, stuffed as long as he was in the belly of the cannon, and fired directly.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

The sound of the guns quickly became dense from sparse. The gunner quickly changed the cartridges, fired at the crowd, and then changed the cartridges again, without caring about the results of the battle.

The sudden bombardment, the hot shells quickly rushed through the crowd, and the screams almost never stopped from the moment the guns sounded.

Mang Yingli was scared. He only ran a few steps and suddenly felt something on his face, and there was a warm feeling.

Turning his head to look, the left arm of the prince beside him had been broken by the shells, and there was a bloody mess.

Such an injury is sure to die.

At this time, the man reacted. The weapon in his right hand was grabbed by someone, and he let out a miserable howl while touching the wound.

"Ah, save me, it hurts me to death"

Mang Yingli was scared. Just when he turned his head, he saw someone with a bloody hole in his abdomen. The person fell to the ground directly, and then he seemed not to be dead yet, and wanted to continue to crawl forward.

There was no howl, because when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth.

Almost instinctively, Mang Yingli did not continue to run, but fell to the ground directly, protecting his head with both hands.

And the personal soldiers beside him continued to run forward as if they did not see him.

At this time, no matter what kind of high-ranking official position he had held in the Toungoo Dynasty, it seemed to be nothing in the face of life and death.

"Keep moving forward."

Li Chengliang saw that the group of people had run far away and immediately ordered.

The Ming army moved forward again and began to approach the artillery team.

As for the people who were killed over there, Qi Jimei did not rush over with others, but commanded the Ming army to march forward.

The military formation still needs to be maintained.

Otherwise, if the Burmese army is forced to counterattack, it will be easy to fall into close combat without a military formation.

This way of fighting is good, without sacrificing a single soldier.

Up to now, they have completely defeated the Burmese army, and their own casualties are only more than ten people.

None of them were injured by the Burmese army, but the musketeers' muskets exploded.

Those people looked miserable, some injured their hands, some injured their faces, and it was unknown whether they could survive.

Compared with so many muskets, only more than ten muskets exploded, which was considered very lucky.

After all, it was on the battlefield, and the musketeers were nervous, so it was inevitable that they poured a little more gunpowder.

Or, it was a quality problem of the muskets.

At this time, the quality of the Ming army's firearms was still good, and it had not reached the level of the middle and late Wanli period, because the emperor was lazy and ignored affairs, and directly threw the power to those ministers.

Then the court officials united to divide the silver, causing the quality of weapons to decline rapidly.

Li Chengliang has been in Liaodong for many years, and he also has some understanding of the quality of firearms manufactured by the Ministry of Industry. When all firearms were transported to the southwest, he sent his personal soldiers to check, so most of them were of good quality.

However, he also noticed the explosion of the bird gun at this time.

Thinking of Qi Jiguang's bird gunners, most of them would weigh and package gunpowder before the war, that is, quantitative paper shell bullets, which can reduce the explosion rate again.

Of course, the Liaodong Ming army is not using paper shell bullets now, but just changing the original medicine pot measurement of the Ming army to paper bags.

It has to be admitted that Qi Jiguang is one of the few generals in the Ming army who are good at using firearms.

Ma Fang and Li Chengliang are better at using cavalry raid tactics.

But now, Li Chengliang also plans to calm down and study carefully to see how to improve the combat efficiency of firearms.

Mang Yingli, who fell to the ground, was not injured. It can only be said that he was lucky at the moment.

However, even if the sound of the cannon has stopped, he dare not get up and run away.

There is no one else around him at this moment. If he gets up and runs away, the Ming army's firearms will probably greet him directly.

Thinking of the surrender conditions proposed by the Ming army to him, it is better to let the Ming army catch him on the battlefield instead of asking for punishment.

At least, there are no other people around, so it is not so embarrassing.

Mang Yingli chose to play badly and not run away, because he didn't want to die.

I don't know how long it took, when he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw a row of Ming soldiers walking in front of him. The red mandarin duck war jackets on their bodies looked so dazzling.

"There is a living person here, and it seems to be a big official."

Mang Yingli understands Chinese, and he can understand what those Ming people are saying.

He was captured by the Ming army.

Soon, his arms were lifted up by someone, and he was dragged back roughly.

There was no Burmese beside him, only the neatly lined Ming army soldiers were walking forward.

"Is this clothing worn by Burmese nobles?"

He didn't know where he was dragged to, but he saw more than ten horses in front of him, and in the front were several generals wearing high-grade armor of the Ming army.

Yes, he was wearing the royal clothing of Myanmar, which can only be worn by the royal family.

However, until now, except for the fact that his clothes were different from those of other Burmese, they were actually filthy and lost their original appearance.

"Who are you? I know you can understand Chinese."

The Ming army general who asked the question just now continued to ask questions.

Mang Yingli looked up and saw that the other party was a middle-aged general, wearing fish scale armor and tiger head shoulder guards on both arms.

The iron helmet was polished clean and shiny, with a bunch of red tassels fixed on the head fluttering in the wind, and phoenix wings on both ears. Obviously, this was used by senior generals in the Ming army.

Mang Yingli hung his head in frustration and said, "I am the prince of the Kingdom of Burma, Mang Yingli."

The Toungoo Dynasty is the name given to the dynasty established by Mang Ruiti by the outside world. In their country, they all call themselves the Kingdom of Burma.

The reason why it is called the Toungoo Dynasty is because their royal city is in Toungoo City.

"Prince of Burma, Mang Yingli, oh, the son of Mang Yinglong, haha, that's it."

Li Chengliang knew the identity of the other party and was not interested.

In fact, when he heard that a Burmese official was captured in the previous report, he was just curious about who was captured.

As for the others, he took them into consideration.

He is just a defeated general.

It's not Mang Yinglong, after all, that man has been captured by Li Rusong and others.

After Mang Yingli was dragged away, Li Chengliang smiled to Qi Jimei and said, "I didn't expect these two gentlemen to be so lucky. He survived the bombardment intact."

Li Chengliang saw clearly the previous bombardment of the Burmese nobles. Dozens of people were killed or injured, and only a dozen people escaped.

Mang Yingli was able to survive unscathed in such a battle, which can only be said that he was really lucky.

"General, not many people in the army know that he is alive now, do you want to..."

Qi Jimei was also good at observing Li Chengliang's words and expressions, and knew that Li Chengliang wanted to kill those Burmese dignitaries, so he naturally spoke to please him.

"No, just catch him, and then put him in a prisoner car with his father, and transport him to the capital with other Burmese officials."

Li Chengliang said indifferently.

However, the war is almost over, and the next step is to stabilize Myanmar.

There are only two things to do next.

One is to rule Myanmar and eliminate all resistance forces.

The second is to present prisoners to the court. Who should be sent back to the capital to participate in the prisoner presentation ceremony? This is worth thinking about.

Li Chengliang wanted to let his eldest son Li Rusong go, so that he could show his face in the court more, which would be beneficial to his future career development.

Li Chengliang knew that he could not go, and he still had to stay in Myanmar and conquer those who did not obey.

If Zhang Fu could stay in Annan for a few more years, let the Ming army completely occupy it and then return to the capital, perhaps Annan would still exist now.

It was because Zhang Fu took away the elite troops who were good at fighting that the Annan people had an opportunity to take advantage of.

Li Chengliang knew that Wei Guangde had clearly told him to stay in Burma for a few years, and he was afraid that he could only return to the capital when he was old.

Although he was dangled with the title, he was still eager to take it.

The end of being a military general is to turn the Li family into a noble family.

His future is already in sight, so the next step is to pave the way for his sons. In order to make the Li family live with the country, Li Chengliang is also fighting hard.

"General, General, General Qi, the remnants of the Burmese army have surrendered. They have dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender."

Not long after the Ming army continued to advance, someone came to report.

"Well, let's go and take a look."

Li Chengliang said to Qi Jimei with a smile, and urged his personal soldiers to move forward.

The backyard of the Ministry of Works in the capital of the Ming Dynasty is still around the Yellow River map, and it is full of people at this time.

Only officials from the Ministry of Works are close to the Yellow River map, and they are still demonstrating the consequences of the siltation of the Yellow River.

The only difference from the last time Zhang Juzheng and Wei Guangde came here is that this time there are not only all the cabinet ministers, but also the other five ministries and the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, and even Feng Bao came here on behalf of the palace to see with his own eyes how the Yellow River should be governed.

At this time, the atmosphere in the venue was serious, and everyone looked unhappy.

Because even after many scourings, the Yellow River still formed siltation in several places.

This experimental result also proved the failure of Pan Jixun's method of restraining water and attacking sand.

Although it has been demonstrated many times, Pan Jixun's face is still extremely ugly.

He used all the methods he could think of, hoping to change the result, but all failed.

"It can't continue. If it continues, Hongze Lake will threaten the safety of the Ming Zuling."

Finally, Feng Bao, who had not spoken much since he came here, spoke.

"The method of restraining water and attacking sand can only delay the flood for a while, but it cannot fundamentally solve the flood of the Yellow River. Moreover, if the dam is repeatedly raised, too much land will be submerged.

The most important thing is that the ancestral tomb near Sizhou must not be lost.

The cabinet's opinion is very pertinent. If Sizhou can be exchanged for the results of the Yellow River management, it will be exchanged.

But after paying, the Yellow River flood cannot be solved in the end, which is not worth the loss.

What's more, this is an exchange at the cost of the safety of the ancestral tomb."

Feng Bao's words basically represent the attitude of the palace, and the method proposed by Pan Jixun is invalid.

Pan Jixun's face is ashen at this moment, and his eyes are staring at the accumulation points of silt on the Yellow River map.

He knows that if such a huge amount of financial and material resources are invested, and the river channel needs to be continuously dredged like now, I am afraid that other people in the court will not agree.

Because the amount of work of Gaojiayan Dam near Qingkou is too large, so large that it makes the Ministry of Works of the Ming Dynasty feel a heavy burden.

However, as the governor of the river, he must find a way to solve the flood.

"Uncle, Shandai, what the palace means, if we really follow your ideas, can we solve the flood?"

After Feng Bao made public the palace's attitude, he asked several people in the cabinet.

"The flood can be alleviated, but it cannot be eradicated. The court can only continue to invest money to maintain the river.

However, the increased investment can be compensated by the additional silver collected by various sluices and banknotes.

In addition, the court will save a lot of money by changing the grain transport to the sea, and it is expected that there will be a surplus."

The speaker was Wei Guangde. The cabinet had already made a statement to the inner court on water control and river transportation separately, and suggested that the grain transport should no longer be transported by river, but should be directly transported north by sea from the mouth of the Yangtze River.