80 miles, which was 40 kilometers.
In less than four hours, Qin Jun led the 1st Regiment and appeared on the main road outside Meng Ma City. The 3,100 fully armed Qin soldiers marched in an orderly manner and stopped about one kilometer away from the city wall.
Kakaka.
The artillery quickly unloaded the mortar parts from the horse and assembled them. In just ten minutes, they were ready. Wearing gas masks and gloves, they took out mustard gas shells from the box and waited for the order to attack.
But at this moment, the heavy city gate opened, and a group of infantrymen wearing heavy armor and holding heavy shields slowly walked out, covering the three people behind them who were riding tall horses and wearing expensive armor. The middle-aged man in the middle was Yong Jiya.
"Stop!"
Qin Jun raised his hand to signal for him not to attack. He then rode his horse forward and met Yong Jiya's gaze. In this era, this was the first time he had met the ruler of a country face to face. It was a little novel.
Yong Jiya was different from the short and strong people of Myanmar. He was tall and muscular, and he looked like a king. No wonder he could establish a tribute dynasty and become the founding king.
Yong Jiya was also observing Qin Jun. This man, who could fight a Qing and Chao emperor to seek outside help, was indeed extraordinary.
A flintlock!
This was the first time he had seen a musket that had defeated the Qing army. Although he could not see it clearly from afar, the sense of danger in his heart proved that it was indeed a great killing weapon.
He regretted it. He really regretted it.
He regretted joining forces with Qianlong. Qin Jun was not a kind person like Qianlong who had scruples. He would really massacre the city.
"King Qin, I am Yong Jiya, King of Myanmar!”
"I know. Tell me, how do you want to die?”
“……”
Yong Jiya choked for a moment. He forcefully suppressed his gradually surging anger and said in a negotiating tone," I don't want to be your enemy. I was bewitched by Qianlong to attack Dian Province. Now that you've killed Meng Wen, we're even. Let's shake hands and make peace. I can guarantee that the Tribute List Dynasty will never invade Dian Province again…"
Hahahahaha.
Come on, you're so funny.
Shaking hands?
After laughing for a long time, Qin Jun stopped and looked at Yong Jiya with a playful gaze.""Don't take yourself and Myanmar too seriously. In my eyes, Myanmar is destroyed with a flip of your hand. I don't know where you got the courage to slaughter the people of my country.”
"Go back. From the moment you invaded Dian Province and plundered Pu 'er City, the Tribute Board Dynasty that you established was destined to be destroyed. No, not destroyed, but destroyed!”
Thud.
Seeing Qin Jun's unyielding attitude, Yong Jiya knew that today's fierce battle was unavoidable, so he could only bite the bullet and say some harsh words.
"Alright, there are 150,000 soldiers in Mengma City. Are you sure you want to start a war with me?”
"Get lost!"
You don't know what's good for you.
Yong Jiya turned his horse around and returned to the city with a gloomy face. He was thinking about how to eliminate the 3,000 Qin soldiers outside the city.
They were only afraid of Qin Jun's firearms. When they saw that there were only 3,000 of them, they were no longer so afraid. With an army of more than 100,000 charging together, so what if their firearms were powerful? Could 3,000 of them stop them?
As soon as he returned to the city, he gave the order without hesitation.
"Order, all troops attack. We must destroy the Qin army at all costs and capture the Qin Lord alive.”
Kill!
As the order was given, the hundreds of thousands of Burmese soldiers gathered at the city gate immediately waved their weapons and rushed out of the city, charging towards the Qin army a kilometer away.
However, he came quickly and returned quickly.
Boom! Boom!
The 60-degree mortar landed accurately at the city gate, blasting the soldiers who rushed out into a mess. The people behind had never seen such a scene before. They were so scared that they hurriedly stopped and retreated desperately.
The Qin army did not intend to let them go. They used 60 and 80 mortars to seal the city gates, and 120 mortars to fire poison gas bombs.
Peng peng.
The pale yellow mustard seed poison gas appeared once again. After four or five rounds of fighting, the concentration of the mustard seed poison gas in the air was several times higher than Meng Wen's, so the lethality was naturally greatly increased.
Ah! In my eyes!
Hehehe, save…life…
Run, this yellow smoke is poisonous!
Screams and screams resounded throughout the city. This was the first time they had encountered a poisonous gas attack. No one knew how to defend themselves and could only fall into chaos.
However, the concentration of the poisonous gas was too high. Basically, when the gas reached the eyes, it would immediately cause unbearable pain and blur their vision. After inhaling a few mouthfuls, they would soon lose their ability to move.
Massacre!
This was a massacre!
Yong Jiya was kneeling on the ground with a knife in his hand. His eyes were red, and it was obvious that he was blind. Hearing the shrill screams around him, he roared in pain…
"Qin Jun! You will die a horrible death! Die a horrible death! My hundreds of thousands of sons! You will die a horrible death!"
Puff.
The Burmese sword that had followed him all his life and fought its way out of the encirclement to establish the Tribute Board Dynasty was stabbed into his abdomen. Blood spurted out and dyed the ground red.
The King of Myanmar, who could be considered as the ruler of a generation, could not bear the pain of the mustard gas burning his skin and tearing his internal organs when it entered his body. He chose to commit suicide when he was still conscious.
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