On the last day of the first year of Wanli, Liu Xian, the commander-in-chief who was supposed to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new in Sichuan, led more than 5,000 Sichuan soldiers to defend Yunnan and stationed in Tengchong Guards in Yongchang.

Tengchong is not the most border in Yunnan, but the two Xuanfusi in Longchuan and Ganya were all lost in the previous battle with the Burmese soldiers, and Nandian could not survive alone. Ganya Tusi's sword was afraid of literature, and Nandian Tusi's sword was happy and they all retreated to Yongchang.

Tengchong Guards became the gateway to the southwestern border of the Ming Dynasty.

"I don't want to fight this battle. Even if I don't fight this time, it will take three or five years and eight or ten years, and I will fight against Myanmar, otherwise the place in Yunnan will be in danger."

Liu Xian's life was not easy. Although he was from Nanchang, he was born with great strength. When he was young, he made a living by a servant. He almost starved to death after eating more food during the disaster. He had the idea of ​​suicide and went to the ancestral hall to hang himself twice but did not die. He felt that it was the blessing of the gods, so he cried and bid farewell to the statue of the gods, and was mixed with the boatman.

Later, I went to Sichuan and did not live in temples to help others, stealing tributes from Buddha statues to survive, relying on my natural strength to hide tributes under the big bell, and sometimes teaching children to read. This kind of life took a long time and I got the exam for martial arts students in Sichuan.

Until he encountered a war governor recruiting soldiers, others encouraged him to join the army. He waved two guillotines in the first battle, with fifty or sixty people in his hand, and the small soldiers were promoted to the deputy thousand households. In just seven years thereafter, he was already the general officer of Langshan who ruled the country.

Liu Xian, who had white hair and beards but still had a burly figure, put down his notes, looked up at the rooftop bracket, and sighed: "It's sixty!"

After tonight, Liu Xian will be sixty.

"You want to retire, but the court doesn't allow you. Chen Shuai is still capable. He can get these things. He is smart." Liu Xian patted Chen Mu on the table and asked Liu Shuai to bring back information about Myanmar. He looked up and frowned and looked at his son standing beside him. He sneered and said, "Fluffy monkey! When you are gone, learn more from Chen Shuai."

Qi Jiguang, Yu Dayou, and Tan Lun are typical Chinese military generals. They summarized the wisdom of their predecessors and all belonged to the inheritors of Sun Wuzi in this era. Liu Xian was... the heir of Zhang Yide, who was able to fight, so they galloped all over the world to destroy the army and kill the generals and were incapable.

As for Chen Mu, he was an atypical general, and for others, he could attack jade from other people.

Liu Xian is so old and has fought so many wars. He has never seen him before. He has figured out everything from history to territory, population to arms before he can fight.

"This man is a thief!" Liu Xian patted the map on the table and said, "Looking at this map, it is better to know more about the three Xuan and Liu Huis under his rule."

This is not Chen Mu's credit. These maps were sent by the bishop of Macau. Portuguese mercenaries were rampant in the Indochina Peninsula, both under Mang Yinglong's command and in Siam.

They have multiple identities, both believers of God, explorers of the kingdom, mercenaries hired, and spy with secret letters.

Active in every place where war exists, there are not many people but have super knowledge, and they not only get the employer money for themselves, but also draw maps for the king.

Liu Jing did not flatter any useless nonsense such as his father was in his prime. As a son of a general in this era, a 16-year-old boy went to the battlefield to kill the enemy. His premature maturity and his natural fear of his father made him unable to say such words.

He just clenched his fists tightly and said for a while: "Shishuai Chen said he was preparing, but he seemed unwilling to send troops."

Liu Xian waved his hand and smiled, saying, "Just prepare, Yunnan is also preparing, sending troops is never something you want or not."

In fact, if it weren't for the Nanyang Army Governor's Office, Liu Xian would not want to fight this battle now, especially for the purpose of Mang Yinglong, who was completely discounted during the rising period, because Liu Xian knew very well that it would be impossible to hit the nest from Tengchong Guard to the southwest.

With a radius of 600 miles, it is the best result to push the front line to Mubang and Mengyang areas.

Even if you can advance two hundred miles southwest and regain the three Xuanfusi departments of Longchuan, Ganya and Nandian, it will not be a loss.

All he could do was this. The roads were not smooth and the mountains and forests were mostly forests. When he walked out of Tengchong Wei, he would be in danger and difficult everywhere. All the best plains were in the hands of Mang Yinglong, Myanmar. In fact, even Liu Xian dared not think about it even if he advanced 600 miles.

But it would be different if Chen Mu landed from the sea. All he needed was to drag the enemy army into the plateau mountainous area of ​​Mubang, which gave Liu Xian the greatest fantasy of advancing the southwest.

"Whether the court is willing or not is the key. This battle requires 70,000 troops. It costs at least 500,000 taels in a year or two. The court must prepare at least 1.5 million taels. As long as you make sure that Chen Shuai is preparing, it will be enough."

Liu Xian said, with his beard curled and smiled happily, his white beard trembling slowly, and said to his son: "Shief Chen's greatest ability is not to fight, but to make money. All the wars in the world are losing money, spending a million taels to win or lose."

"Even if the temple is worthy of it, it will be the next ten or twenty years, and the desolation of descendants will be in the present."

"Only Nanyang Shuai, he can earn money for the court during the war. Your father asked you to communicate with Shuai. He didn't think about it, just wanted to ask him if he could make money in this battle."

"Now that he is preparing but doesn't want to fight. I guess this battle is difficult for my father, but it should be okay to protect his capital."

Liu Xian said and stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window, the people of Yongchang Prefecture set off fireworks and firecrackers. The old general gritted his teeth, "I won this battle, so let Myanmar return to the plains. Mubang, Mengyang, Longchuan, Nandian can be converted into land and returned to the south, and the court is willing to fight."

"While I am not dead yet, and when the old soldiers still have the energy to fight again, just this year, now, one battle will endure the troubles in the southwest for fifty years, and I am thanking the blood of the thief, and I am back in the Ming Dynasty!"

The Ming Dynasty did not come back, but Yang Yinglong from Sichuan came.

At the beginning of the second year of Wanli, the Sichuan Governor transferred 3,000 Bozhou troops from Guizhou to Guiyang Prefecture into Yunnan. The widest official road in Yunnan was the only road from east to west. The soldiers and horses were winding, and the civilians were dragging it down, blocking the road for more than a month.

The soldiers and horses from other places could not compete with Yang Yinglong, who was fond of showing off on their way to come, and all gave way to him.

There is no way, who asked the Bozhou chieftain to lead the imperial court to urgently transfer orders?

From Bozhou to Yunnan, Bozhou sent 3,000 troops and 1,800 craftsmen. He recruited Guizhou's strong soldiers along the way. He had no less than 10,000 people from Yunnan. They transported a large number of baggage to Tengchong Guards, and unloaded the baggage and set up a dangerous place to cut bamboo and build a village.

At the forefront of Tengchong Guard, the highland bordering Myanmar's control of Longchuan, Yang Yinglong, wearing a armored armor and a third-rank military officer robe, waved his hand and a craftsman wearing broken straw sandals bowed to Liu Xian's picture.

Yang Yinglong clasped his fists and said seriously: "Report to the Governor Chen of the Nanyang Military Office, Governor Chen, came here with iron mud, cut bamboos and built fortifications and cannon fortifications and cannon fortifications and tills begin, and then went south to build twenty and twenty miles. Now iron mud can be used for sixty miles."

"The Nanyang Military Office has reported to the court to assist Wu Gongji, the nephew of the General Wu Wenyuan of Annan, to attack Shenglong in the north, and to open the river channel to provide baggage, food, iron mud, guns, cannons, armor and equipment to prepare for war in Yunnan."

Liu Xian frowned. He could understand the structure of the cannon castle and understand the benefits of this, but... what was Chen Mu thinking?

Through his son's mouth, he analyzed to himself how powerful Mang Yinglong was. Three million people and 150,000 soldiers were extremely difficult enemies.
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