The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 104: Meeting of Two Heroes (Part )
The ticking sound of suona began to sound. This was not a charge horn, but a marching signal.

There is no way. Although Mo Zibu has drummers, there are not many people who can play this kind of Western drum, and there are not even many people who can play the Western drum.

The most common musical instrument in hand is the suona.

Alas, it’s of no use, so just use it for now. The sound penetration is still very strong anyway.

Chen Guangyao was also commanding the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall to move forward continuously. They could not just stand there and let the Burmese army attack them.

Execution by firing squad is a game for the brave. It is taboo to stand and be beaten, as that would hand the initiative to others and would further increase the enemy's morale during the march.

If there were a breastwork or something, we could stand and fight back, but unfortunately there isn't one.

In addition to the artillerymen, Chen Guangyao had about 700 people. Therefore, in the two rows of horizontal formations, most of the first 300 people were surnamed Mo and Chen.

In the past, when Mo Zibu was not well-known, the Chen family and the Mo family could not become Mo Zibu's pillars.

The reason is very simple. Although they are relatives, it is impossible for them to risk their lives for a stupid lunatic.

But now, they have seen some signs, and more people are willing to place bets. The Mo family and the Chen family have finally become the people Mo Zibu can rely on the most.

At one hundred and twenty meters, the Burmese gunners felt that they had completed their mission and hesitated to move forward. Being hit by a volley of infantry at this distance was no joke.

But Mozibu's European artillery continued to fire.

It has to be said that even the quality and fighting will of Jacques, the upper guard, and Baptiste, the center guard, who are second-rate artillerymen in Europe, are much higher than those of the Burmese artillerymen.

Of course, the credit also goes to the military supervisor who held a ghost-head sword and forced them to move forward.

The humming shells drew a barely parabola and whistled towards the Burmese infantry formation.

Burmese soldiers kept screaming after being hit, so under Wu Yue's order, the Burmese army quickened its pace.

Soon, we reached ninety meters.

The artillery of Kunlun Mountain Hall finally stopped. They had basically used up all their shells and the remaining ones had to be transported from the ship. The artillerymen, especially the loaders, were exhausted.

Moreover, the current distance makes it easy to cause accidental injuries, so the artillery battle was barely over.

The Burmese army, overjoyed and relieved, immediately stood still and, under the command of their officers, collectively fired their muskets.

In an instant, a large amount of smoke and dust rose in front of the Burmese army.

The Kunlun Mountain Hall's line was temporarily blocked. People's fear of death was understandable. Intermittent screams were heard, and fifteen or sixteen people were lying in the front row of three hundred people.

But then they started moving forward again.

"Push tight, squeeze tight. Don't look ahead, look at the calves of the people next to you. Raise your guns until you're told to. Anyone who dares to disobey will be subject to military court."

"Ah Shui, Ah Xie, you two cowards, behave yourself! If anyone dares to be afraid, I will throw the tablet of your father, your grandfather, out of the ancestral hall."

"Brother, if one of us survives, the other will be a filial son."

For a moment, the sound of Cantonese shouting even drowned out the sound of footsteps, and the Cantonese people from the Mo and Chen families encouraged each other loudly.

Soon, the Burmese infantry finished firing and walked out through the smoke and dust from the musketry.

They were surprised that the enemy had not opened fire just now. The officers looked at each other, and then concluded that the enemy would open fire when the accuracy was good at about 80 meters.

Due to training reasons, the Myanmar army is unable to fire two rounds of alternating volleys in a row when firing in a line.

It is best not to perform such difficult actions on quasi-elite troops with a lower level of training, as they may disrupt your formation.

Their tactics are similar to Mo Zibu's. If anyone in the front row dies, someone from the back row will take their place.

But this time, Chen Guangyao did not order to open fire, so there were no casualties in the front row of the Burmese army.

At the same time, because they had just fired a round of gunfire, they had to stop and start reloading, while the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall continued to advance.

As the two sides got closer, the Burmese army's front began to rise and fall like waves.

Listening to the approaching footsteps of the enemy and thinking that they might open fire soon, their movements were almost on the verge of deformation.

There were even a few Burmese soldiers who did not even have time to check whether the gun had been fired last time, and hurried to reload the gun.

There were also a few people who forgot to take out the connecting rod after compacting it with the connecting rod.

Chen Chengshan was still commanding his row of 300 men to march forward in step. He also realized that the Burmese army on the opposite side was actually more afraid than he was!
Chen Chengshan was also afraid, but a very stimulating feeling that made him unable to hold back his excitement suddenly rushed to his head.

He now somewhat understood what Mo Zibu said. When encountering such an opponent, especially one that outnumbered him and appeared to be very elite, he had to deliver a devastating blow in one go.

Defeat him directly within a few rounds and don't let the enemy use their numerical advantage to turn the battle into a melee.

Seventy meters later, the Burmese army finally completed the reloading. On the battle line of 400 men lined up side by side, 400 flintlock rifles suddenly fired, and the smoke rose higher than the first volley.

However, due to the extreme tension, the Myanmar army's loading was greatly affected.

There were a lot of people who didn't take out the cleaning rods, forgot to prime the gunpowder, and some who didn't fire last time but loaded gunpowder this time, resulting in failure to fire.

There were also some guys who hadn't even finished reloading their rifles and were pretending to fire in order to avoid being scolded by the officers.

In addition, the original firing rate of the flintlock rifle was only more than 70%, resulting in a very low firing rate this time, barely exceeding 50%, with a total of 220 to 230 rifles fired.

But at 70 meters, with the support of a relatively tight formation, the damage immediately became apparent.

This time, at least forty people in the front row of Kunlun Mountain Hall were shot, and the casualties instantly reached nearly 15%.

"Damn your mother! Damn your mother!" A frightened Mo family member trembled, and tears and snot flowed down his face.

He let out crazy curses, and it was unclear whether he was cursing Mo Zibu or the Burmese army opposite, but he still did not stop.

"Crazy, crazy, why don't you stop? Wuuuuuuuu!"

A member of the Chen family next to him was in an even worse state. Although he didn't cry, cold sweat dripped down his face and he even cried dryly.

Chen Chengshan was not much better off. His legs felt like they were filled with lead. Every step he took seemed to involve a quarrel among his brain cells. The pain in his bladder, as if it was swelling and bursting, made him want to pee directly.

But even so, he couldn't stop and continued to lead his clansmen forward.

When the smoke from the gunpowder dissipated again, Kunlun Mountain Hall's almost suicidal advance finally frightened the Burmese army.

At this time, both sides could almost see each other's faces. Extreme fear caused chaos in the front row of the Burmese army. Even with military orders, they refused to move forward.

The soldiers in the front row pretended to reload twice, but either the gunpowder spilled all over the floor or the cleaning rod could not be inserted into the barrel.

Some even had severe headaches and didn't know what they were doing, but just instinctively squeezed to the back.

The Burmese soldiers in the second row were not much better. Without any orders from their officers, or even ignoring their officers' orders, they shot at the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall intermittently and in groups of two or three.

These soldiers fired their loaded muskets at an extremely fast speed, then ran to the back to reload with the empty muskets in their hands.

This kind of intermittent shooting with no ability to concentrate fire will not have much effect unless the distance is too close.

Even though we are close now, the damage is much reduced.

"Ah!" A shrill scream was heard as a Prussian mercenary named Adrian was shot in the chest and fell to the ground. A member of the Chen family immediately rushed up behind him.

"Bang!" As the Chen family member rushed over, he trembled as if he had received an electric shock, and then fell forward.

"Chengdong!" Chen Chengji's tears suddenly came out. This was his uncle's younger brother, who died before he even got married.

"Swish!" A hot lead bullet flew past Chen Chengji's ear, and a member of the Chen family next to him screamed and fell backwards!

"Results!" Chen Chengji finally couldn't help it and cried out loudly. This was his sixth uncle's second son, his best brother and playmate since childhood.

On the left side of the horizontal formation, tears blurred the eyes of Commander Chen Guangyao. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that many of the Chen family members were already in tears.

A raging rage burned in Chen Chengji's heart. The successive deaths of his loved ones in battle suddenly made him feel less afraid. He was now wondering why Chen Guangyao didn't shout to stop?
He wanted to shoot, he wanted to kill all the Burmese in front of him, he wanted revenge!

"Stop!" After several more members of the Mo and Chen families fell, Chen Chengji finally heard the command that sounded like the sound of nature.

At this time, the distance between them was less than fifty meters, and both sides could see each other clearly.

Two rounds of volleys and scattered gunfire killed countless Burmese people, and the tension reached its peak.

Because they knew very well what kind of power a volley of gunfire would have at this distance.

"Raise your gun!" Chen Chengji hurriedly raised the harp musket in his hand. Only then did he realize that he had walked to the front without realizing it.

Not far opposite him, the tiny Burmese people huddled together in fear. Those in the front row tried desperately to squeeze into the crowd behind, while those at the back refused to come forward even if they died!

A Burmese soldier who seemed to have gone insane was slumped on the ground and muttering, while another guy with tears in his eyes was looking at him in extreme horror, as if he was a demon from hell.

Chen Chengji suddenly understood what Chen Guangyao meant by walking up and shooting them.

The Burmese people in front of them were like sheep waiting to be shot!
"Charge, charge!"

Under tremendous pressure, dozens of Burmese soldiers, led by an officer, rushed out howling and holding flintlock rifles with bayonets.

Some other Burmese troops followed suit, while others took the opportunity to run back, throwing the front line into complete chaos.

"Fire!" Chen Guangyao shouted with blood rushing to his head. He swore that this was the most satisfying shout he had ever made.

"Boom!" More than 200 muskets fired about 30 meters away from the Burmese. The violent explosions seemed louder than cannons.

The air wave even pushed the smoke produced by the gunpowder explosion forward.

The Burmese officer who was about to rush to Chen Chengji was hit head-on by an invisible hammer. He screamed and his hands and feet flew off the ground.

None of the dozens of Burmese soldiers survived, and they fell to the ground in various postures in the smoke and dust.

Behind them, there were at least nearly a hundred Burmese soldiers lying down, so that the front line was empty and the view was much wider.

But the children of the Chen and Mo families had no time to appreciate this victory. Under the pain of losing their loved ones and the anger and satisfaction of revenge, their reloading actions were greatly improved, even faster than their usual training.

"Open fire!" After most people finished reloading, Chen Guangyao waved the command knife in his hand again, and more than 200 muskets fired!
Now it's probably only forty meters, or even less than forty meters, and you can have a good accuracy rate even if you shoot randomly, not to mention a volley of guns.

What was even more unfortunate for the Burmese army was that after the chaos just now, the Burmese army officers immediately began to take action, using military law to force the soldiers to form a team again.

But they didn't expect that the Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers could reload so quickly. As soon as the formation was formed, they were immediately hit by a round of neat volleys.

This is the real act of queuing up to be shot, queuing up to be shot by others.

As a result, more than eighty Burmese soldiers fell, and an entire company disappeared.

"Soldiers, salute these Orientals! We Boxers cannot be outdone by them! Forward, brave grenadiers of Holstein!"

Captain Frederick, the captain of the grenadier company, roared loudly and stepped forward with reverence and honor.

It turns out that they were not real Prussians, but Germans from the Duchy of Holstein in northern Germany bordering Denmark today.

The duchy is now controlled by a branch of the Kingdom of Denmark, so it is no wonder that they became mercenaries in Danish India.

Although their nationality was somewhat fake, Frederick and his grenadiers were not weak in combat.

The last time, the Danish India Company did not put up much resistance because they were afraid that France would uproot them, and they also did not want to pay compensation for the hundreds of mercenaries who died in the battle.

But when they were armed by Mo Zibu and given high-level treatment this time, especially when they were inspired by the bravery of the Mo and Chen family members in the front row, they immediately broke out with extremely strong fighting power.

Grenadiers do not need to have a very strict formation like line infantry, because when throwing bombs, they cannot get too close to each other.

And as for the accuracy, well, it's already thirty or forty meters away, and it's an explosive, so accuracy is not that important.

So they continued to deploy from both sides, like two large pincers extending from the line infantry formation, throwing deadly bombs at the Burmese army from all directions.

The appearance of these grenadiers became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Burmese army. The violent explosion quickly killed a large number of relatively brave officers and soldiers.

Amidst the intense roar, human voices were compressed to a minimum, creating the most vulnerable moment for the army to lose command. By the time the Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers fired their third volley, the Burmese troops on the opposite side finally dispersed.

By the time the Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers passed through the smoke, they could only see dense crowds of Burmese troops running all over the mountains.

"Charge! Kill!"

Before commander Chen Guangyao gave the order, the soldiers, eager for revenge and eager to kill, charged forward, forcing Chen Guangyao to follow suit.

Mo Zibu had been on guard against the cavalry's charge, but when he saw that his more than 700 infantrymen actually opened fire within 50 meters and repelled at least 1,200 to 1,300 Burmese troops, he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

But soon, Mo Zibu's hair stood on end.

Because the Burmese army was only repelled, not defeated.

The first three rows of Burmese troops collapsed, but the last row did not show any signs of retreat, and the Burmese commander still had 600 reserve troops.

In an instant, Mo Zibu rode naked on one of the few war horses and chased after them. The 500 people on Pokan's side were handed over to the control of Xianyou pirate Chen Xu.

In fact, before Mo Zibu realized the danger, officers such as Chen Guangyao, Wang Wubing, Wu Wenyong, and Frederick Shangwei knew something was wrong.

Although the battlefield was filled with gunfire and smoke, which greatly affected their vision, they still tried their best to control the team.

Therefore, the Kunlun Mountain Hall soldiers who rushed out formed three or four small square formations, and the formation was quite neat. Those who could not find their direct officers could obey the command of those with higher ranks.

These three or four small phalanxes were a combination of flintlock soldiers and grenadiers, mixed with some hand-to-hand combat soldiers from Annan.

The few hundred Burmese soldiers who did not retreat soon became the targets of their siege. They were quickly forced to retreat by volleys of gunfire and grenades.

Mo Zibu heaved a long sigh of relief. It seemed that after all the victories and reforms along the way, the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall had begun to become a strong army.

They are no longer the ragtag group that fought in a swarm of people and relied solely on favorable circumstances to succeed.

The sound of a horn blared from the Burmese commander's position, and dozens of Burmese soldiers wearing red uniforms and holding long swords in their hands rushed out.

They formed small groups of three and shouted at the retreating soldiers to stop fleeing.

When the defeated Burmese soldiers saw these soldiers in red uniforms, they immediately stopped retreating and began to gather behind these people, just like the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall saw the military judge.

At the same time, the 600 reserve troops under the command of the Burmese army commander Wu Yue were quickly dispatched.

They formed a solid central army and placed the defeated troops on both sides, giving the impression that they were about to complete the reorganization.

It turns out that there is still some level.

But at this time, Mo Zibu arrived. He appeared in front of everyone with a long sword in his hand and his upper body naked.

Seeing Mo Zibu galloping on his horse, the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall all cheered.

"Form a formation, send the artillery forward, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

Hearing Mo Zibu's roar, the military law officer holding a ghost-head broadsword immediately drove Jacques, the upper guard, Baptiste, the center guard, and the artillery to the battlefield.

The two French white men had cold sweat dripping from their foreheads and were screaming angrily. Some Annan volunteers who saw them also ran over to help push the artillery cart.

What we are racing against now is time, because the Myanmar army is also pulling artillery over.

In a flash, center back Baptiste personally took the field and slammed a shell weighing more than ten pounds into the barrel of the eight-pound cannon. The artillery commander immediately made corrections and the gunner lit the fuse.

With a clang, the eight-pound cannon shook violently, and in the midst of a spurt of orange-red flames, the cannonball that had just been stuffed in and tightened shot out again with a whistling sound.

With a loud bang, the shell hit a six-pound cannon of the Burmese army opposite with miraculous accuracy.

Under the huge impact force, the six-pound gun shattered into pieces in an instant, and the wood chips splashed from the gun carriage sprayed a Burmese gunner in the face. He screamed and rolled on the ground.

The gun barrel weighing several hundred pounds flew into the air under the bombardment, and then accurately landed on a field gun next to it, scaring the surrounding soldiers into running away.

In an instant, the remaining field artillery also opened fire. In terms of quantity, the Kunlun Mountain Army had six guns firing, while the Burmese Army had only two guns firing.

The Burmese army was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of firepower, and was beaten back incessantly.

At this time, Mo Zibu, with his upper body naked, picked up a white sun flag with a red border and a blue background. He galloped on his horse, holding the flag and running back and forth to the place where most of the Kunlun Mountain Halls were gathering.

When the scattered soldiers on the battlefield saw the flag, they cheered in waves and quickly gathered towards Mo Zibu.

Soldiers began to gather and quickly began to assemble under the flags of their respective companies.

Then the infantry, accompanied by artillery, started to bombard and shoot the Burmese army in company-based units at a rapid speed.

The Burmese army was soon unable to resist. Wu Yue had a gloomy face and did not dare to send out his 600 reserve troops. He could only raise the flag and send a messenger to recall the 300 cavalrymen who were besieging Zheng Xin.

This Burmese cavalry commander was used to being arrogant. The Burmese army, which had not suffered any defeat for almost ten years, underestimated Mozibu.

If he had called back the cavalry at the beginning, Mo Zibu would not have dared to set up a horizontal formation and could only use several hollow square formations to rely on the terrain to hold his ground.

The worst outcome would be that neither side could do anything to the other.

After a day or so of confrontation, if the Burmese reinforcements arrived, Mo Zi Bu would be forced to take core figures such as Zheng Xin and retreat.

Even if the Burmese army did not receive reinforcements, Mo Zi Bu would only have taken away Zheng Xin and others, but the Burmese army would not have suffered such heavy losses.

But up to now, the Burmese army’s casualties must have exceeded 500, with at least 300 killed in action. For an elite force of about 3,000 people, this is already a relatively heavy loss.

If he just went back like this, Wu Yue would not be able to withstand the wrath of the White Elephant King, so he had to try to see if he could turn the situation around.

But it was all too late. Long before Wu Yue recalled its cavalry, the trapped Zheng Xin launched a desperate attack.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the Chaozhou soldiers were greatly encouraged, and even the Siamese soldiers regained their fighting spirit.

Taksin first ordered Tong to lead hundreds of Siamese militia to fight, but as expected, they were defeated by the Burmese cavalry.

But at this time, Zheng Xin had taken the opportunity to lead his elite troops out of the village and go around to block the hundreds of cavalrymen who were wantonly slaughtering Siamese militia.

These cavalrymen charged on horseback, but they were unable to defeat Zheng Xin's troops. More and more Siamese people came out to help, and after losing dozens of cavalrymen, they could only fight and run.

At this moment, Chen Xu, who stayed behind, saw that the fighting had already started in the distance, so he made a quick decision and led 300 people to cross the river to attack from both sides.

The Burmese cavalry was blocked head-on and driven into a winter paddy field in a daze. The mud was up to the knees of the horses, and their mobility was greatly reduced.

They were now unable to rush over to help the main force immediately, and even how many of their cavalry could escape was still a question.

On the front battlefield, Wu Yue did not wait for the cavalry to come to their rescue and could only fight and retreat. The Burmese army's morale, which was originally high, quickly fell to the bottom under the continuous attacks.

But these Burmese troops are also strong. Despite being defeated repeatedly, they have not lost their organization and are still resisting stubbornly. It will take some time before the entire army collapses.

After the two sides chased each other for more than two miles, the Burmese army was blocked by a large river, and the commander Wu Yue could only deploy his troops on the spot.

After a few signal gun shots, the Burmese military judge in red combat uniforms brought out twenty or thirty officers and soldiers who had fled first and executed them by the river.

By using this harsh military law, they finally managed to stabilize their position, and the Burmese army regrouped.

At this time, the battle had lasted from around nine in the morning to three in the afternoon, and both sides were exhausted.

The Burmese army’s artillery was completely lost, and the artillery of Kunlun Mountain Hall could not keep up with the speed of the infantry.

Everyone understood that this would be the final decisive battle.

This time, Mo Zibu stood with the soldiers and roared loudly:
"The Burmese army has lost their nerve. We will fire once every 70 meters and once every 50 meters. They will surely collapse.

The three central defenders Wu Wenyong, Pei Changwu and Chen Guangzu were ready for hand-to-hand combat to prevent attacks from the left and right wings of the Myanmar army.

After you disperse them, I want you to go directly to the center of the Burmese army and drive all the Burmese into the river."

"Understood, sir!" Everyone responded loudly, full of confidence in victory.

The final drumbeat of war began to sound. The Burmese army, ahead of the Kunlun Mountain Hall, took the initiative to come out and ask for battle.

Because they had no artillery, Kunlun Mountain Hall could wait until the artillery arrived. In that case, the Burmese army would have no choice but to collapse.

So they took the initiative to fight, with 600 reserve troops as the center and the rest who were somewhat frightened as the left and right wings.

Amidst the dense beats of drums and suonas, the two armies slowly approached each other. Their heavy steps, raised and lowered, turned the wet soil on the ground into a mess, making strange "kuji kuji" sounds.

The Burmese army sent out a large horizontal formation of 500 people, with three rows in front and back. The horizontal formation was divided into three small formations, each with more than 100 people.

The Kunlun Mountain Hall didn't care about the Burmese troops on both wings at all, because they had lost their nerve and directly arranged a horizontal formation of 400 people in the center of the army, and the rest were reserves.

After one hundred meters, the Burmese army was the first to collapse, and the central army opened fire. Then the Burmese army on both wings opened fire at targets they were not aiming at at all, almost as if they were completing a mission.

More than twenty people fell to the ground in Kunlun Mountain Hall, but they were still moving forward.

After the Burmese troops on the left and right wings fired their shots, they shouted collectively and rushed towards the two wings of Kunlun Mountain Hall. At this time, the hand-to-hand combat soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall also shouted and rushed out.

Brutal hand-to-hand combat began on both wings, and the Burmese army was soon forced to retreat.

Because the hand-to-hand combat soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall are specially trained in hand-to-hand combat, the combination of broadswords, spears, short-handled axes and rattan shields cannot be compared with the current garbage bayonets and flintlock rifles.

As for the central army, both sides remained motionless.

But the Burmese army was obviously much more nervous. After they passed through the smoke they created, their reloading movements were very distorted.

Seventy meters away, the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall raised their guns and opened fire suddenly as Chen Guangyao waved the flag. Fifty or sixty Burmese soldiers fell to the ground in an instant. Many of them were still reloading and lost their lives without even raising their heads.

Immediately afterwards, the Burmese army opened fire, and more than 20 people fell to the ground again in Kunlun Mountain Hall.

But Mo Zibu knew that the Burmese army was finished, because at a distance of less than 70 meters, the Burmese army had only caused this little damage, and the gunshots were obviously not dense but intermittent.

This meant that their back row soldiers did not quickly reach the front row and could not form a volley.

The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall began to reload rapidly. The smoke obscured the battlefield and both sides could not see the situation on the opposite side clearly. The Burmese army was still firing intermittently based on their feeling.

Just as Mo Zibu had expected, they had neither the courage to charge forward for direct hand-to-hand combat nor the ability to launch a volley.

Thirty seconds passed quickly, and the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall had completed more than 80% of the reloading. They moved forward with a fearless attitude, and after walking out of the smoke, they were like heavenly soldiers descending.

They continued to move forward, and when they reached about thirty meters, they fired another decisive round of volleys.

Four hundred and ten flintlock rifles were fired, and the whistling lead bullets were like raindrops. More than a hundred Burmese soldiers fell in an instant. This horrific effect scared Chen Guangyao.

"Bayonets fixed, charge!" he shouted.

Then it dawned on me that many Burmese soldiers must have been pretending to be dead.

Sure enough, when the soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall rushed through the smoke and appeared in front of the Burmese army, a large number of Burmese soldiers got up from the ground and ran away. Only those who were actually hit were groaning and struggling on the ground.

A brutal hand-to-hand fight began. The soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall lined up and attacked fiercely. The officers and non-commissioned officers loaded their weapons in tacit understanding. The soldiers fought hand-to-hand, and the Burmese army soon could not hold on.

At this time, the Burmese troops on both sides had already been dispersed by the hand-to-hand combat soldiers of Kunlun Mountain Hall. The only hope of the Burmese army was the cavalry.

Just as Wu and Yue were looking forward to it, suddenly cheers broke out, and countless Burmese shouted: "The cavalry is coming, the cavalry is back!"

Mo Zibu was shocked. Could it be that Zheng Xin didn’t leave the village to fight?

But then he burst into laughter. In the distance, the Burmese cavalry was in a mess. There were only less than a hundred of them, and they were running away at full speed.

And a few hundred meters behind them, at least two thousand people were chasing them like a tsunami.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The Burmese army regarded the cavalry as a lifeline, so when they saw that the cavalry had been defeated, their morale plummeted and they fell into chaos.

Desperate cries rang out, and even the Burmese army commander Wu Yue could no longer control the situation.

The panicked Burmese army completely lost their minds. They either turned around and ran, or simply knelt on the ground and cried loudly. More of them jumped into the river like dumplings!
(End of this chapter)