Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 166 Dali Duan's Escape

"Boss, let's run south. We can go down the river. There are many Burmese people who can use the plains there!" a general urged.

"No, the Burmese can no longer be trusted. I heard that Burmese King Manghei was captured by Chen Youliang and surrendered. If we go to the Burmese territory again, we will die!"

Other generals immediately opposed it firmly.

With the defeat of Yeren Mountain, Duan Gong completely lost allies such as Burma and Bangya.

Now that you can't go south, the only escape route left is to the west.

But Duan Gong and the others didn't know anything about the geography and humanities in the west. In desperation, they had to find a few Burmese to inquire about the situation in the west.

The Burmese told Duan Gong that there is a Bangladesh in the west.

The people of the country are black and thin, the country is full of cities, the army is invincible, and it produces rice, jute, spices and other treasures.

For the Burmese, the Bengal region next door has always been a civilization above them.

The Burmese have always looked at the Benga area with envy.

But if you want to enter the Bengal area, you must cross the big river ahead.

Duan Gongli led the crowd to investigate ahead, and sure enough, they encountered a huge river blocking their way.

Everyone was immediately confused again.

Chen Youliang's Han army has already stationed in the north of Savage Mountain, and if there is any change, it can be killed in an instant.

"This river is really wide and fast!"

Yang Wudi, the general of the Dali Ministry, said.

They have no retreat now, and the lack of supplies in the army must be replenished as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Duan Gong in unison.

Duan Gong pondered for a while, and then he stood up in a daze.

He said to everyone with firm eyes.

"Now that the enemy's situation ahead is unknown, you must not act rashly!"

"But if we don't cross the river to search, the army's supplies will be cut off."

"So, someone needs to act as a vanguard to cross the river, to find out the military situation ahead, and then find a suitable place to cross the river and go west!"

Duan Gong's words deeply touched everyone's hearts.

However, no one responded to who should be the pioneer.

No one knows what dangers will be encountered in an unfamiliar area where people are not familiar.

Duan Gong saw that everyone refused to respond, so he planned to order the general himself.

At this time, someone suddenly volunteered.

"Boss, Yang is willing to go!"

The person who spoke was Yang Wudi just now.

"Brother Yang is really courageous, I will entrust this matter to you!" Duan Gong unceremoniously handed over the task to Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi is a native of Baiyi in Yunnan, and has been a subordinate of the Duan family in Dali for generations.

That's why Yang Wudi is not afraid of hardships and dangers.

Duan Gong ordered everyone to rush to work day and night to make a batch of rafts, which were regarded as tools for Yang Wudi to cross the river.

Even if they were in a hurry, they only made a raft that could only transport five or six hundred people.

Finally, in order to transport the horses and baggage, they waited for several days.

However, following a sudden storm, everyone dared not delay any longer.

After the rainstorm, Yang Wudi personally led [-] Dali cavalry to cross the river.

With this elusive ghostly weather, who knows if there will be another two or three months of heavy rain.

One morning, hundreds of rafts headed across the river.

Just after setting off, a raft capsized.

Although no casualties were caused, everyone's heart sank.

Especially Yang Wudi's heart was full of apprehension.

"I don't know how many soldiers and horses are waiting for the Bengalis on the other side of the river!"

"If the Bangladeshi troops are too strong, with my ability to swing Yi, I should be able to escape if I lose [-]% of the troops."

Looking at the wide river, Yang Wudi frowned, thinking about all the bad possibilities in advance.

. . .

Just as Yang Wudi was crossing the river, he was on the other side of the river.

Bamorodan was a city lord in eastern Bengal.

At the end of the rainy season, they would come out to inspect their territory.

As a noble Kshatriya, there are hundreds of villages in the territory of Bamorodan, and there are probably tens of thousands of people.

In the Bengal area, he can be regarded as a powerful prince.

Even the Delhi Sultanate, which had just entered the Bengal region, rewarded Bamorodan well.

However, even if he has such a noble and strong strength, there are still some barbarians who don't have eyes to make trouble.

Not so long ago...

Bamorodan's territory on the east bank of the Ming River was attacked by a group of barbarians from the east.

Bamoluodan knew that there lived a group of barbarians in the jungle to the east, called the Burmese.

Now, he thought, the rainy season was over.

You can gather the people under your command to form a powerful army to drive away the savages on the other side.

Bamorodan thought, relying on the hundreds of sturdy warriors in his own territory, it is enough to destroy those daring Pyu people.

At that time, they will all be captured as slaves, and let them and those despicable 'untouchables' be slaves for generations.

"Honorable master, the White Elephant City is ahead, and the people there say that they can see the shadows of those barbarians on the other side of the river!"

Just as Bamorodan was lost in thought, a fat servant with a dark complexion next to him said with a smile on his face.

The fat servant's black face was almost twisted into a chrysanthemum because he laughed so hard.

But Bamoluodan didn't look at the servant at all, but cast his gaze forward.

The so-called White Elephant City is actually just a small village surrounded by bamboo and wood walls, inhabited by thousands of people. In the myths and legends of Tianzhu, a small village of this size is the category of 'city'.

Otherwise, in ancient times, there were millions of cities and hundreds of millions of people coming from.

"It's really outrageous!"

"Why didn't that Tuolu from White Elephant City come to greet him?"

Bamorodan was already very angry at being so disrespectful to the lord of White Elephant City.

"Master, maybe that Tuolu has forgotten about this matter, after all, there are brutal barbarians attacking on the other side of the river."

The black and fat personal servant next to him said.

"That tuolu doesn't know how to respect me as a lord, then he won't be blessed by Brahma, and he will be a sudra in his next life!" Bamorodan cursed bitterly.

When the servants next to him heard this, they secretly cheered up.

If Na Tuolu were to be a Sudra in his next life, he would no longer be in charge of his master. Didn't he reserve a place for them early?
This kind of opportunity for promotion in the next life, if ordinary people seriously think about it, there must be something wrong in their minds.

But in this magical place of the Tianzhu subcontinent, it is a question that everyone firmly believes in.

The noble master will still be the master in the next life.

The dog leg who is the same as the manager will still be the manager in the next life, and continue to be the dog leg.

These slaves are still slaves.

As for these servants, as long as they work diligently as cattle and horses in this life, the "dog leg" position that will be vacated in the next life may fall to them.

"Send someone to summon Na Tuolu, I want him to greet his master by kissing my toes before I see the spire of White Elephant City!"

Bamoluodan sent two servants to call Na Tuolu to come and kiss his feet, and then he ordered to rest on the spot.

After all, the huge territory with a radius of hundreds of miles is enough to make Bamo Luodan and his party tired.

Bamo Luodan lay down leisurely under the fans played by the two servants very carefully.

While resting in the shade, he was thinking about how to deal with that bastard who didn't know etiquette in a while.

"An inferior person who loses respect for his master is a blasphemy against Brahma God!"

"Whoever dares to disrespect the Brahma God will surely go to hell after death, and be the lowest and most humble person in the next life."

Bamorodan was talking to the servants beside him incessantly.

After coming here for a long time, when Bamorodan had almost rested, two figures ran on the road ahead.

Looking from a distance, it should be the two servants sent by Bamorodan to summon Natuolu.

"That tuolu, this is looking for death!"

Bamo Luodan looked from a distance.

There was no sign of Na Tuo Lu, the steward of Baixiang City, and others, and he couldn't help being furious.

"Where's my Pycelle?"

Bamorodan called out behind him.

"Honorable master, your Pycelle is always on standby!" A bearded warrior with blue eyes, curly hair and relatively fair skin replied loudly.

This fierce-looking Bengali warrior, like Bamorodan, was an Aryan of noble birth.

Although he is also called the master, he is not a slave, but a warrior of his vassals.

Pai Sear is a Bengali name for a brave warrior.

These Pai Xier warriors inherited the traditions of their Aryan ancestors and learned various martial arts since they were young, in order to protect the existence of Brahma God.

Bamorodan came out this time, accompanied by [-] Pai Xier warriors.

Now that Tuolu's very disrespectful behavior has already made Bamo Luodan murderous.

Two hundred Pai Xier warriors were enough to wipe out Na Tuo Lu's family.

To deal with these inferior people, some necessary force must be used.

However, when the two servants ran over in a panic, the news they brought back surprised Bamoluodan.

"Master, it's not good, White Elephant, White Elephant City..."

A black and thin servant said out of breath.

"What happened to White Elephant City?"

Bamorodan kicked over the stuttering servant with a flying kick, and asked sharply.

The fat black man's personal servant next to him immediately took out a clean white linen cloth to wipe Bamorodan's shoes.

If the shoes of the noble master come into contact with the inferior people, they also need to be cleaned.

"The savages from the other side of the river are coming on horseback." Another servant said out of breath.

"What, the barbarian has crossed the river?" Pamo Luodan was surprised when he heard that.

You know, those barbarians in the east rarely have the guts to stay for such a long time, let alone cross the river to attack.

"Master, those barbarians have surrounded White Elephant City. There are many corpses outside the city. No one dares to leave the city."

After hearing the servant's words, Bamorodan only felt buzzing in his head.

It's broken, it's broken.

If the barbarians dared to cross the river and besiege Baixiang City, and the siege was tight, there must be many, many.

There must be at least 1 people.

If it is less, there must be 6000 to [-] people.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to surround White Elephant City?

"Surrounded White Elephant City, how many people are there?" asked Bamorodan.

There are only two hundred Paisier warriors around me, even if one fights ten, they can't deal with so many barbarians.

However, before retreating, it is necessary to ask about the number of enemies, so that they can go back and summon the army.

"There must be at least two hundred of them, all riding horses, guarding the gate of the White Elephant City tightly..." said the thin black servant.

"What? How many people are there?" Bamorodan thought he had misheard.

"Two hundred, all cavalry." The servant said.

When Bamorodan heard this, he immediately became angry again.

"You damn slave, how dare you tease me!"

Bamo Luodan kicked hard again.

Just two hundred barbarians on horseback surrounded Baixiang City.

And if there are corpses outside the city, it means that Tuolu failed in the battle, so he retreated.

"That Tuolu, not only has no ability, but also no courage, just two hundred barbarians!"

Looking at the not-so-tall walls and watchtowers in front of him, Yang Wudi felt a little regretful at this moment.

What he regretted was that he should have launched the attack earlier.

If he had led his troops to launch an attack before the city gate was closed, the town in front of him might have been occupied by now, after all, the defenders inside were so weak.

"Ang Bai, the captive just said, how many defenders are there in this city?" Yang Wudi turned his head and asked a black and thin Burmese servant behind him.

This servant is proficient in some Bengali languages ​​and is regarded as an interpreter for the army.

"Master, the Bengali man said just now that there are about 300 defenders in the city, half of which were killed by your charge just now, and there are about 1000 to [-] people. Including the men inside, there are no more than [-] people in total." Angbai, a servant of the Pyu Kingdom, said.

Yang Wudi nodded silently upon hearing this.

They had just crossed the wide river, and after traveling a short distance, they saw this small city in front of them.

After the defenders in the city spotted Yang Wudi's forwards, they immediately mobilized hundreds of people to stop them.

Yang Wudi used his plan as a bait to lure the enemy away from the city.

Then, the Yi cavalry hidden on both sides rushed out on horseback.

The pendulum Yi cavalry, who had always been tough, first shot and killed them with bows and arrows.

Afterwards, they chased and killed the instantly collapsed enemy with swords and guns. It was a child's play battle, and the winner was quickly decided.

Only a dozen of the defenders who left the city fled back to the city on horseback.

If it weren't for Yang Wudi and his mounts being far inferior, they wouldn't have allowed these dozen or so people to escape.

"If I knew that these Bangladeshis were so invincible, I should have directly killed them in the city."

Yang Wudi said with some regret.

"General, the black barbarians inside are scared out of their wits. Why don't we plunder the surrounding area first, and then find some suitable places to cross the river?"

The accompanying tribesmen have already seen through that these dark barbarians in Bangladesh are simply weak people who are not even as good as the Pyu people.

A small defeat in the area has already made them shrink back.

This kind of thing is impossible to stop the army on the other side from crossing the river.

"Don't underestimate the enemy. This is just a small town. If the main force of the black barbarians comes and we don't gather together, even those who are unfamiliar with the place will not be able to escape."

Yang Wudi shook his head and rejected his subordinate's proposal of looting everywhere.

After the battle just now, Yang Wudi found that the horses of these Bengalis were very good, almost as powerful as the horses of the Western Regions that he had heard about in Qinlong back then, but with just two lashes of the whip, they were thrown far away. up.

(End of this chapter)