Cheng Xiaolian can be said to be helpless now, there are only 3,000 Han people who can fight in the war under his command, and the rest are all Burmese, I thought that if they were given land and houses, everyone was a community of interests, since they were willing to help him before, they will be more willing to help him in the future.

But what I didn't expect was that just a few words from the major families, the entire community of interests immediately fell apart, and the remaining two percent of the soldiers, estimated that they had no family members or had never heard of those major families, and the problem they faced in front of them was that they must hold people together, otherwise they would not say attacking Meng Micheng, and when the python slowed down, it was not certain who would lose and who would win.

Just as Cheng Xiaolian was pacing back and forth, Yang Youcai pushed the door and walked in: "Your Highness, the Burmese python said that he has no good way, the problem of the Shi clan has existed since ancient times, and none of them can fight and win, even if that person is the king of Burma."

Cheng Xiaolian scratched his head: "I just thought of a question, how did our Shi clan disappear?"

Yang Youcai sighed: "The Anshi Rebellion killed a batch, the Huangchao Uprising was almost killed, and later the five dynasties and ten kingdoms, the princes fought, those scholars were in danger, and they no longer had the ability to control the court." Since then, the imperial power has also been more wary of the power of the scholars, so there are no more scholars who can influence the imperial court. ”

Cheng Xiaolian coughed: "It's difficult, if we want to kill the Shi clan, there is no pressure, but we have more than enough heart and strength, these Burmese soldiers are all picky and quit, and it is difficult for our clever women to cook without rice."

Yang Youcai was also a little scratching his ears and cheeks: "I'm still good at catching someone to get information, but I can't think of any good way to do it in this situation."

Just when the two of them didn't know what to do with their big eyes and small eyes, a soldier suddenly shouted outside the door: "Your Highness, someone outside the door asks to see you."

Cheng Xiaolian was stunned for a moment: "Do you tell him his identity?"

"He said that he heard that His Highness had encountered a problem, and he came to help."

Cheng Xiaolian's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Yang Youcai: "Do you guess this person is here to help us come back to life or to be opportunistic?"

Yang Youcai smiled bitterly: "No matter what he thinks, now we have to treat dead horses as live horse doctors."

The two of them walked to the front of the house, only to see an old man standing in front of the door, who looked to be over seventy years old, and it was estimated that he couldn't stand steadily, Cheng Xiaolian began to muttered in his heart, his brain should be confused at this age, can he come up with a good idea? Or is it just to cheat and deceive?

Yang Youcai knew a country slang in his heart, and the people in the village said that there were dates and no dates to beat three poles, no matter how suspicious the scene in front of him was, he would know if it would work until he did it. So he immediately saluted: "This old man, do you have any way to help us?"

The old man glanced at him, "Is this the place to speak?"

Cheng Xiaolian smiled bitterly: "Uncle, please come into the house, let's talk about it in detail."

The three of them arrived in the lobby, ordered someone to serve tea and then retreated, Jin Yiwei was optimistic about the left and right, there must be no ears around the lobby, and then Cheng Xiaolian glanced at the old man: "I don't know the old man's surname, do you have anything to say?"

The old man didn't answer, and glanced at them: "I heard that you called the Great Ming Curse Army, and you came here to repay the difficulty of the curse water?"

Cheng Xiaolian nodded: "That's right."

The old man opened his mouth again and asked, "Who are you two?"

Yang Youcai stood up: "This one is the eldest son and eldest grandson of Emperor Yongli of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Hetan, and I am Yang Youcai, the commander of Jinyiwei."

The old man glanced at Cheng Xiaolian carefully: "It's really like, like Yongli Ye."

Cheng Xiaolian was confused, and said in his heart, uncle, you are not some ancestor of the Zhu family who came to recognize his relatives, and quickly asked: "I don't know who the old man is?"

The old man knelt on the ground excitedly: "Does Your Highness know Li Dingguo?"

Before Cheng Xiaolian could speak, Yang Youcai suddenly lost his voice: "But Mr. Huang Taichong is called the king of the two famous kings, and the king of Jin Li Dingguo who is shaken by the world?"

The old man frowned angrily: "Is there still a second person in the world who dares to call Li Dingguo?!"

Cheng Xiaolian hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled up the old man who was kneeling on the ground: "Uncle, I heard that King Jin died of illness many years ago."

Cheng Xiaolian is not very strange to Li Dingguo, he used to be the righteous son of the thief Zhang Xianzhong, and later ran for the great cause of restoring the Ming Dynasty, he can be called the last general of the Ming Dynasty, and even once led the troops to Huguang, and won more and lost less in his life, but the luck was not good, so the great cause was not successful.

The old man burst into tears: "In the sixteenth year of Yongli, the prince heard that Yongli Ye was forced to die in Yunnan by Wu Sangui's dog traitor, vomited blood and fainted on the spot, and died within a few days. Those of us who followed the prince from birth to death, are waiting for this day! ”

Cheng Xiaolian coughed: "Uncle, you haven't said your name yet, and you still have your way."

"Under the command of the King of the Ming Dynasty, the pawns in front of the battle were raised, and now thousands of people are fighting and horses, waiting for His Royal Highness to go and recruit. Although we have no ability, we have a life, and since we have mentioned the difficulty of spelling water, we also want to settle the account with this Burmese king. We've been here for decades, and we're familiar with the road, and if Your Highness were to attack Ava City, we wouldn't be able to. ”

Yang Youcai's eyes lit up: "In that case, what about your people?"

Ma Ju laughed mysteriously: "Although His Royal Highness claims to be a descendant of the Ming Dynasty, Xiao Lao'er is willing to believe it, but those people are the elite left by the prince, if you want them to believe in Your Highness, Your Highness has to go in person."

Cheng Xiaolian laughed: "I understand what you mean." But how can I know that you are really the descendants of King Jin, and not sent by Burma to calculate me? ”

Ma Ju stretched out his hand and took off the clothes on his upper body: "In the thirteenth year of Yongli, the Qing army met in Yunnan, and the King of Jin led us to deal with the gang of dog traitors and dog Tartars in Mopan Mountain. There is no other evidence, His Royal Highness believes it, and there is no way to believe it if you don't believe it! ”

Although more than ten years have passed, the imprint of that knife is still very deep, and it looks chilling in people's hearts.

Cheng Xiaolian hurriedly reached out and picked up the clothes on the ground: "I believe it, I'll go with you."

Yang Youcai hesitated for a moment: "I don't know where you people live?" The Burmese people won't let you go, will they? ”

Of course, Cheng Xiaolian can't back down in order to show his boldness, otherwise he will be looked down upon, but Yang Youcai can't help but ask, although this matter is exciting, but it is enough to make people suspicious, these people don't come sooner or later, but at this time, there is no white pie in the sky.