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Chapter 166 The Duan family of Dali escapes

"General manager, let's run south. We can go down the river. There are many Burmese people in the plains there who can take advantage of it!" one of the generals advised.

"No, the Burmese can no longer be trusted. I heard that King Manghei of Burma was captured by Chen Youliang and surrendered. If we go to the territory of the Burmese again, wouldn't we be waiting to die!"

Some other generals immediately and firmly opposed it.

With the defeat of Yerenshan, Duan Gong completely lost Burma, Pangya and other allies.

Now that there is no way to go south, the only escape route left is to the west.

However, Duan Gong and the others did not know anything about the geographical and cultural conditions in the west. In desperation, they could only find a few Burmese people to ask about the situation in the west.

The Burmese told Duan Gong and the others that there was a Bangladesh to the west.

The people of the country are thin and can be bullied, the country is full of states and cities, the army is very weak, and the country also produces rice, jute, spices and other treasures.

For the Burmese, the neighboring Bangladesh region has always been a civilization higher than theirs.

The Burmese people have always viewed the Bangladesh region with envy.

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

Duan Quanfa led everyone to investigate ahead, and sure enough they encountered a very huge river blocking the way.

Everyone was immediately confused again.

Chen Youliang's Han army has already been stationed in the north of Yeren Mountain. If anything happens, they can attack immediately.

"The river is really wide and fast!"

Yang Wudi, the Dali general on the side, said.

They have no way out now, and the army's lack of supplies must be replenished as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Duan Gong.

Duan Gong thought for a while, then stood up and became enlightened.

He said to everyone with firm eyes.

"Now that the enemy situation ahead is unknown, we 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 be the vanguard to cross the river, explore the military situation ahead, and then find a suitable place to cross the river and head west!"

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

However, no one responded to the question of who should be the vanguard.

In a strange area where you are unfamiliar with life, no one knows what dangers you will encounter.

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

At this moment, someone suddenly took the initiative to ask for help.

"Manager, Yang is willing to go!"

The person who spoke was none other than Yang Wudi just now.

"Brother Yang is indeed very brave. I will entrust this matter to you!" Duan Gong handed over the task to Yang Wudi unceremoniously.

Yang Wudi is from the Pai Yi people in Yunnan, and has been a subordinate of the Duan family in Dali for generations.

Therefore, Yang Wudi is not afraid of hardships and dangers.

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

Even if they hurried and hurried slowly, they could only make a raft capable of transporting five or six hundred people.

Finally, we had to wait for several more days to transport the horse baggage.

However, a sudden violent storm prevented everyone from delaying any longer.

After hearing about the heavy rain, Yang Wudi personally led 500 Dali cavalry across the river.

With this unpredictable weather, who knows if there will be another heavy rain lasting two or three months.

One early morning, hundreds of rafts headed across the river.

Just after setting off, a raft capsized.

Although no casualties were caused, everyone was still in a depressed mood.

Especially Yang Wudi's heart was filled with anxiety.

"I wonder how many soldiers and horses the Bengalis on the other side of the river are waiting for!"

"If the Bengal troops and horses are too strong, with my ability to manipulate the Yi, I will definitely be able to escape if I lose 30% of the troops."

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

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

Pramo Rattan was a city lord in eastern Bengal.

Every time the rainy season ends, I have to go out and inspect my territory.

As a noble Kshatriya, there are hundreds of villages and tens of thousands of residents in the territory of Bamarodana.

In the Bengal area, he is considered a powerful prince.

Even the Delhi Sultanate dynasty, which had just taken over the Bengal region, rewarded Pramo Rodan well.

However, even though he is so noble and powerful, there are still some barbarians without eyes who come to cause trouble.

Not so long ago…

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

Pramo Rodan knew that there was a group of barbarians living in the jungle area to the east, called the Burmese.

He thought that the rainy season was over now.

You can gather your subordinates to form a powerful army and drive away the savages on the other side.

Bamoluodan thought that with hundreds of tough warriors in his territory, he could destroy those daring Pyu people.

When the time comes, capture them all and make them slaves, and let them and those despicable "untouchables" be slaves for generations to come.

"Dear Master, ahead is White Elephant City. People there say that the shadows of those barbarians can be seen on the other side of the river!"

Just as Bamaroddan was lost in thought, a fat slave with a dark complexion next to him said with a smile.

The fat slave's dark face almost twisted into a chrysanthemum because he smiled so hard.

Pramo Rodan didn't even look at the slave, but looked forward.

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

Otherwise, in ancient times there would have been millions of cities and hundreds of millions of people.

"It's really outrageous!"

"Why didn't Na Tuolu from Baixiang City come to greet you?"

Pramo Rodan was already very angry that the lord of White Elephant City was so disrespectful.

"Master, maybe Na Tuo Lu has forgotten about this matter. After all, there are ferocious barbarians attacking on the other side of the river."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The fat and dark personal servant next to you said.

"If Na Tuolu doesn't know how to respect me as a lord, then he will not be blessed by God Brahma, and he will become a Shudra in his next life!" Pamaradan cursed bitterly.

When the servants nearby heard this, they all secretly rejoiced.

If Na Tuo Lu becomes a Sudra in his next life, he will no longer be able to serve as a steward for his master. Wouldn’t it be that he had reserved a position for them early on?

If ordinary people seriously think about this kind of promotion opportunity in the next life, there must be something wrong in their minds.

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

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

Those who are in charge of the same job will still be in charge in the next life and continue to be such a loser.

These slaves are still slaves.

And as long as they, the slaves, work diligently as cows and horses in this life, the vacant "dog-leg" position in the next life may fall to them.

"Send someone to summon Na Tuo Lu. I want him to kiss my toes to greet his master before he sees the spire of White Elephant City!"

Pramalada sent two slaves to summon Natuulu to come and kiss his feet, and then he ordered him to rest on the spot.

After all, the huge territory with a radius of hundreds of miles is enough to tire Bamaroddan and his party.

After being fanned very carefully by two servants, Bamaroddan lay down leisurely.

While he was taking a rest in the cool air, he was thinking about how to deal with that Tuolu who didn't know etiquette later.

"For an inferior person to lose respect for his master is to commit blasphemy against God Brahma!"

"Whoever dares to disrespect God Brahma will definitely go to hell after death and be the lowest of the lowly people in the next life."

Pramo Rodan kept talking to the slaves beside him.

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

Looking from a distance, they should be the two slaves sent by Bamalotan to summon Natuolu.

"Na Tuo Lu, you are seeking death!"

Pramo Rodan looks from afar.

The White Elephant City steward Na Tuolu and others were not found at all, and he couldn't help but feel furious.

"Where is my Pycelle?"

Pamo Rodan called behind him.

"Honored Master, your Pycelle is on standby at any time!" A bearded warrior with green eyes, curly hair, and relatively fair skin responded loudly.

This fierce-looking Bengali warrior, like Pramaradhan, is an Aryan of noble origin.

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

Pycelle is a Bengali name for a brave warrior.

These Pycelle warriors inherited the traditions of their Aryan ancestors and learned various martial arts since childhood in order to safeguard the existence of the Brahma God.

This time Bamaroddan came out, bringing with him two hundred Pycelle warriors.

Now Na Tuo Lu's very disrespectful behavior has already made Pamo Rodan have murderous intentions.

Two hundred Pycelle warriors were enough to destroy Na Tuolu's family.

To deal with these low-class people, you have to use some necessary force.

However, when the two slaves ran over in a panic, the news they brought back was a big surprise to Pramo Rodan.

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

"

A dark and thin slave said breathlessly.

"What happened to White Elephant City?"

Pramo Rodan flew up and kicked the stuttering slave over, and asked sternly.

The fat black man's personal servant next to him immediately took out a clean white linen cloth and wiped Bamo Rodan's shoes.

The shoes of a noble master must be cleaned if they come into contact with lower-class people.

"The barbarians on the other side of the river are coming on horseback." Another slave said breathlessly.

"What, the barbarians crossed the river?" Pramaladhan was greatly surprised when he heard this.

You know, those barbarians to the east rarely have the courage 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 slave's words, Bamaroddan felt his head buzzing.

It's broken, it's broken.

The barbarians dared to cross the river and besiege Baixiang City, and the siege was so impregnable that there must be many, many of them.

It must be at least 10,000 people.

Even less, there must be five or six thousand people.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to surround Baixiang City?

"How many people do they have when they surround White Elephant City?" asked Pramo Rodan.

There are only two hundred Pycelle warriors around him. Even if he fights ten of them one by one, he still can't deal with so many barbarians.

However, before retreating, you still need to clearly inquire about the number of enemies, so that you can go back and gather a large army.

"There must be at least two hundred of them, all on horseback, guarding the gate of White Elephant City tightly.

"said the dark and thin slave.

"What? How many people are there?" Pramo Rodan thought that his ears heard it wrong.

"Two hundred, all cavalry." said the slave.

When Bamoluodan heard this, he immediately became angry again.

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

Bamoluodan kicked him hard again.

A mere two hundred barbarians on horseback surrounded White Elephant City.

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

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

...........

Looking at the not-so-high walls and towers 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 attack before the city gate was closed, he might have captured the town in front of him, after all, the defenders inside were so weak.

"Aung Bai, the prisoner just now said, how many defenders are there in this city?" Yang Wudi turned to a dark and thin Burmese servant behind him and asked.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This servant knows some Bengali languages ​​and can be regarded as a translator for the army.

"Master, the Bengali just said that there are about 500 defenders in the city. You have just charged and killed half of them. There are still about 200 or 300 people. Including the men inside, the total does not exceed 1,000.

." said Piao slave Ang Bai.

Hearing this, Yang Wudi nodded silently.

Just after they crossed the wide river and traveled a short distance, they saw this small walled city in front of them.

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

Yang Wudi took advantage of the situation and personally used himself as bait to lure the enemy to pursue him and stay away from the walled city.

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

The always tough Yi cavalry first killed them with bows and arrows.

Then they used swords and guns to chase down the enemy who collapsed instantly. It was a child's play battle, and the winner was quickly determined.

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

If it weren't for Yang Wudi and their mounts being far inferior, these dozen people wouldn't have been able to escape.

"If I had known that these Bengalis were so incompetent, they should have marched directly into the city."

Yang Wudi said with some regret.

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

The accompanying tribesmen had already seen through that these black barbarians in Bangladesh were simply weak people who were not even as good as the Pyu people.

Just a small defeat has already made them a fool.

This kind of thing cannot stop the army on the other side from crossing the river.

"Don't underestimate the enemy. This is just a small city. 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 subordinates' suggestion to loot everywhere.

After the battle just now, Yang Wudi found that these Bengali horses were very good, almost as powerful as the Western Regions Thousand Mile Horses he had heard about in Qinlong back then. With just two flicks of the whip, they were far away from these Yi.

Already.


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