No matter how fierce the armed forces under Ma Wendong are, they can't compete with the fierce elite troops trained by Xiao Ruxun with a lot of money, and no matter how impossible the private armed forces are, they can't inflict a devastating blow on the army of a big country.

The army is fed with systematic training and sufficient blood, while the private armed forces in these places are fed with wine, meat and corpses, and there is a huge gap between the two concepts.

They don't know what tactical action is, what tactical coordination is, how to maximize the power of the weapons in their hands, how to kill the enemy more efficiently, when to retreat, and when to always attack.

The fifty flintlock men were all the old foundations of Xiao Ruxun's 5,000 Ningxia firearms battalion, and followed him to beat the Ukita Hideya, and after the Ukita Hideya, he crossed the sea to Japan to beat Tokugawa Ieyasu and Toyotomi Hideji, and then went south to Burma to press Mang Yingli to the ground and rub it.

The more than 4,000 Ningxia soldiers who survived the fire were the soul and mainstay of Xiao Ruxun's army, except for the hundreds of sharpshooters selected to become Xiao Ruxun's personal guards, the rest were basically officers.

During his three years in Myanmar, Xiao Ruxun tutored these loyal subordinates who only had him without a court to tutor them in cultural classes, and specially asked literate people to teach them to read and write, not requiring them to have a high level of education, at least to be able to read and write Chinese characters.

After three years of hard work, among the more than 4,000 people, the worst can read and write more than 200 words, can read and write, listen to orders, and read and understand documents and notices, which makes Xiao Ruxun feel at ease as a middle-level officer at the grassroots level and grasp the command power at the grassroots level in the army.

To put it bluntly, these people can best get Xiao Ruxun's trust, and they hold real power in the army with old generals such as Zhao Hu, Wang Hui, Chen Xie, and other old generals in their hometowns, as well as generals from Ningxia such as Liu Yizhou, Ma Shizhong, and Han Ning, as well as generals from the three systems such as Ma Jiajiang.

After arriving in Burma, there were also many Nanren officers who were selected from the large number of soldiers recruited, and they also held middle and low-level officer positions in the army, because they had never experienced war and had no military achievements.

This basically formed a system in which the Ningxia faction of the Zhennan Army in Burma held the primary command, and the newly sent officers supplemented the secondary command.

Naturally, a hard indicator of becoming an officer is to be able to read and write at least 200 Chinese characters, Xiao Ruxun does not want an illiterate officer, this standard caused a lot of complaints in the army three years ago, and many generals who licked blood from the knife edge had no choice but to pick up books and start to make up for it after protesting to no avail, such as Zhao Hu, a big old man.

Some soldiers who want to be officers and get higher salaries are also practicing reading and writing in private, so that the cultural literacy of the entire Zhennan Army is not comparable to that of the Ming Army in the mainland, and when Xiao Ruxun gives an order, how can more than 4,000 literate officers bring 30,000 soldiers? 100,000 soldiers can be pulled up.

So you let hundreds of local armed forces compete with three hundred elite troops, purely asking for their lives, and before you even took a picture, you touched the Ming army behind you.

I didn't know when I felt behind him, and when the Ming army lined up in formation and found cover to prepare for the attack, Ma Wendong was still killing, and after Chen Longzheng killed a thug with the first bullet in anger, they were still dreaming.

It wasn't until the Ming army's general offensive began, and hundreds of lead bullets shrouded in the past like a large net, that these people woke up from a dream and looked around for the enemy who had shot them.

The few people with muskets picked up the muskets and shot aimlessly, and then hurriedly loaded the bullets, shot in a panic with bows and crossbows, and even shot their own people without paying attention, and those who did not have long-range attack weapons were frightened by the bullets, and once someone around them was shot and fell to the ground, they collapsed directly.

These people are just like the guards in the interior of the Ming Dynasty, doing odd jobs to bully and bully the common people, but you let them fight with the fierce Japanese robbers? Are you kidding? Can a militia that has never been on the battlefield fight against fierce bandits and elite special forces who lick blood from the knife edge?

Therefore, in the early years of Jiajing, the situation in the southeast was eroded, and later Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou were replaced by those who could train troops, and trained a few strong troops, which swept away those who were still a large number of bandits with small groups of special forces.

Ma Wendong stupidly watched his subordinates being killed one after another, lead flying and blood splashing everywhere, looking like Shura's hell, making his brain blank.

Chen Longzheng watched these thugs also on the verge of collapse, and with a wave of his hand, the Ming soldiers collectively shouted to kill, as if the mountains were full of gunfire and shouts of killing, so that these thugs did not know how many people they were surrounded and attacked.

They were defeated very thoroughly, Chen Longzheng stopped shooting, the flintlock gun shot too slowly, the accuracy of the bird gun was too poor, and a few shots might not necessarily hit a person, the efficiency was too low, so he waved his arms, and the Ming army dropped their guns one after another, pulled out the big knife behind their backs, and rushed to the rioters who were in a mess with shouts.

The rioters were in a mess, some fled and some wanted to resist, but the chaotic scene was that they could not get together to resist, so they could not stop the Ming army in this short distance of dozens of meters.

Although the mob had weapons, they could not compete with the Ming army, except for a few strong men who could fight back, most of them were slaughtered by the Ming army one by one.

Even those strong men with strong martial arts were shot one by one by Chen Longzheng with fifty flintlock gunners, watching a dangerous one shoot over his head, watching a shot over to kill him, watching a shot that knocked down the Ming soldier to do the inevitable chopping is a shot past, the bullet passed through the chest, the Ming soldier who fell to the ground stood up angrily, slashed him directly into two sections, looked back at Chen Longzheng and them, and continued to kill the enemy.

We all soon came to an end, and Ma Wendong, who woke up and was terrified, fought and retreated under the protection of several cronies, this guy was lucky, and in a hurry he actually hit a Ming soldier who was pursuing them, and killed him with one shot, which immediately made Chen Longzheng angry and locked on to the target.

"That's Ma Wendong! Mr! That's Ma Wendong!! ”

Liu Xiaoliu was also fighting behind the soldiers of the Ming army, but he had no combat effectiveness, so he followed behind the soldiers, and when he saw the soldiers cut down a thug, he went up and used a nail rake to make up for a few strokes to vent his anger.

As soon as he looked up and saw a Ming soldier who was knocked down by a shot, he looked at it fixedly, it was Ma Wendong, and suddenly boundless anger surged into his heart, and he shouted at the top of his voice, so that Chen Longzheng knew what to do.

"That's the thief! Shoot! Don't let the thief get away! ”

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Chen Longzheng didn't care, and ordered fifty flintlocks to aim at the small group of people who were fleeing with him, and with an order, fifty shots rang out in a row, and the same picture as Fang Cai repeated again, and the small group of people fell to the ground together, and never stood up again, Chen Longzheng immediately led people to pounce.