Yuan Zonghao and Jin Ming were discussing things in the tent, and Mu Xiaodi frowned: "Isn't there any news from His Highness now?" ”

Yuan Zonghao shook his head: "Now that we are fighting against Meng Micheng, the news from the south can't be spread at all, and I don't know how His Highness is doing now?" ”

Jin Ming coughed: "These days, we have been fighting continuously, and the soldiers are tired, if we can't think of any good way, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support His Highness when he comes back." ”

Yuan Zonghao nodded: "General Jin is right, this is the top priority. ”

Speaking of which, Jin Ming's opinion on Yuan Zonghao as the main general has disappeared after these days, and he was originally a little dissatisfied with Mu Xiaodi's handing over the command of General Wu to Yuan Zonghao, because he is the son of Jin Tongwu, and he can be regarded as a famous family, Mu Xiaodi is a descendant of the Duke of Qianguo, and he has no opinion on being above him, but why does this Yuan Zonghao command him?

However, after a few battles, firstly, Yuan Zonghao had already begun to know the soldiers after studying behind closed doors, and secondly, the people under Jin Ming could be regarded as elite soldiers, so they had an advantage on the battlefield, and only then did they not fall behind in the face of the Burmese generals who were outnumbered.

Therefore, Jin Ming can be regarded as recognizing his position, of course, it is far from enough to say that he is convinced, at most, he no longer wants to squeeze him out of the position of the main general.

Mu Xiaodi didn't know much about the war, so he didn't interject, Jin Ming swallowed his saliva: "Otherwise, let's withdraw from the army for the time being, rest for a few days and come back?" ”

Yuan Zonghao thought for a while and shook his head: "No, we have no worries about retreating from Mengmi City now, and it will be dangerous for His Highness to go deep into the hinterland at that time." ”

"So what to do, you have to have an idea."

"Keep fighting."

"What? My people can't beat it! My men are exhausted, and if we continue to fight, we will have to wipe them out. ”

Yuan Zonghao sneered: "What do you people live for? If you live for yourself, why bother wading into this troubled water? Now His Royal Highness is in the hinterland, I don't know whether he lives or dies, if we just retreat like this, he will definitely die, and the descendants of the Zhu family are all dead, what can we talk about regaining sight? ”

Having said that, Jin Ming has no way to argue, if he continues to argue, this matter will reach Cheng Xiaolian's ears in the future, and a dissenting impression will not be able to run. And his father Jin Tongwu and Jin King Li Dingguo have always been known for their loyalty, and now his words and deeds represent the descendants of King Jin.

Although Jin Ming stopped talking, Mu Xiaodi understood what was going on: "We were originally here to return to my great tomorrow, if we fight hard and lose all the capital of His Highness, even if His Highness comes back, what face do we have to see him?" ”

Yuan Zonghao was stunned for a moment, and asked casually: "Then what should we do?" ”

Mu Xiaodi glanced at him: "Where do I know what to do, anyway, we have to contain the people in the city on the one hand, and we have to preserve our strength on the other hand, you are now the boss, and everything is up to you." ”

Yuan Zonghao scratched his head, he admitted that the art of war requires talent, some people don't need to read a few military books, they can understand the tricks after a few battles with the army, and some people may not be able to fight after reading all the military books in the world. Yuan Zonghao was originally the guard of Zhu Cijiao, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, and he can be regarded as first-class in terms of kung fu, but fighting with soldiers is only a medium resource, even if he makes up a few military books, he can only be regarded as a rough knowledge of military affairs, and he will not be able to think of this kind of strategy that does not consume himself and can contain the opposite side for a while.

After thinking about it, Yuan Zonghao coughed: "General Jin, last time you went to Siam and Gu Thorn to move rescue troops, did they really refuse to send troops?" ”

Speaking of this, Jin Ming was angry, the reason why he didn't have the face to fight with Yuan Zonghao for the general was also because of this incident, he thought it was a matter of getting his hands on it, who knew that there was a big change, Wen Ruzhen has been a Siamese horse for ten years, and his subordinates have been accustomed to a comfortable life after ten years, although they are nostalgic for their homeland, but they are suspicious of their power, so they are pushing back and holding back, while looking at their strength, they have to retrain their troops.

As for Ma Jiugong and Jiang Guotai, they didn't even find anyone, and their two thousand people seemed to have evaporated in the ancient thorns. Jin Ming shook his head: "If King Jin is here, they will have nothing to say, but now they haven't seen His Royal Highness, and they are worried that they will be used by us, so Wen Ruzhen pushed back and didn't say anything, and Ma Jiugong and Jiang Guotai hid and didn't even see each other." ”

Yuan Zonghao slammed the table next to him: "These bastards, they don't even want Da Ming." Hell-bent on being ghosts in other places, let's leave them alone for now. ”

Unbeknownst to him, 4,000 people had secretly assembled on the Burmese border, and a man in his 50s was sitting in the middle of the camp, and a man in his 40s and 30s was on either side.

"Hehe, I heard that Wen Juma lives comfortably in the capital of Siam, how can he be in the mood to come here to see the scenery?"

"The old general Ma of Heyangwei has arrived, if the juniors don't arrive, won't they lose our face as Ying Tianwei?"

The man in his forties over there laughed: "Brother Wen, as always, you won't let me go." ”

These three people are Ma Jiugong, Jiang Guotai and Wen Ruzhen, who were scolded by Jin Ming, sitting in the right position is Ma Jiugong, the commander of Heyangwei, the man in his forties is Jiang Guotai, the deputy commander of Heyangwei, and the man in his thirties is Wen Ruzhen, the commander of Ying Tianwei.

Wen Ruzhen sighed: "Ten years ago, if it wasn't for the sudden death of King Jin, how could we have been reduced to a foreign country for so many years?" We should have died in the Ming Dynasty. ”

Jiang Guotai laughed: "Aren't we people living secretly just for today?" ”

Ma Jiugong snorted: "Lao Tzu is not dead yet, Jiang Guotai, you don't want to be the master of Heyangwei, we are here to see the scenery this time, if you don't want to see it, get out." ”

Wen Ruzhen laughed: "General Ma is as cunning as ever, the scenery of the ancient thorns is not enough for you to see, you still have to go to Myanmar to see?" Or is your old man also tempted? ”

Ma Jiugong snorted: "The kid surnamed Jin is rude, even his father didn't dare to call us back and forth, Brother Wen has a good temper and responds to him, Lao Tzu just doesn't bird him, let him eat a closed door." ”

Wen Ruzhen smiled bitterly: "I didn't send you a message to let you show him a face. Besides, he must be a neighbor around the new king, if we offend him, how can we beg for food under the banner of Daming in the future? ”

"Hmph, I haven't seen the so-called His Highness, why listen to him, Lao Tzu just came to see how they were losers, and after reading it, I went back to listen to music and eat wine."

"In that case, it's good for the old general to go back, and I will let people tell you this paragraph in the future, so that you won't suffer from wind and frost."

(End of chapter)