In the eastern suburbs of Dongxu, a team of cavalry without a banner rushed over and stopped on the west bank of the river.

Wu Sangui pulled out his thousand-mile mirror, and the Ming army vanguard began to go downstairs a mile away on the east bank of the river, and the earthen wall fortifications built by the Ming army were clearly visible.

Hong Chengchou also held up a telescope to check it out, saying, "Your Majesty, the news sent back from the scout can be confirmed that Zhao Ming led a large army of 50,000. The main force is Jin Shenghuan's Gan Army, Li Ponu's battalion of elite cavalry, Li Benshen's Guangxi soldiers, and the vassal soldiers of Siam, Annan and other countries!"

While listening, Wu Sangui observed with a thousand-mile mirror. The Ming army is fighting too steadily now, and temporarily set up a battalion, trenches, earthen walls and fences, so he should not give him any chance.

He was already very strong and was so careful that he really wouldn't let others live.

This made Wu Sangui a little discouraged and he put away his intention of raiding the enemy camp. However, in order not to let his subordinates see his emotions, he still said in a cold tone: "The 50,000 people Zhao Zamao brought only 20,000 Ming troops can only be used. Although those vassal soldiers have come, they may not be willing to exert their strength, so we just need to beat the 20,000 Ming troops!"

Hong Chengchou also echoed: "Your Majesty is right! On the battlefield, we only need to pay attention to the 20,000 Ming troops."

The two of them sang together, and many generals of the Zhou army standing behind them on horseback. Thinking that their 150,000 army would have a great chance of winning if they just bite the 20,000 Ming army attacks, so everyone relaxed a little.

At this time, Wu Sangui turned to Hong Chengchou and asked, "Do you choose this place for the battle?"

Hong Chengchou said: "Report to your Majesty, the south is the sea, the near sea is a large plain, and the north is a mountainous area and woods. The terrain is enough for our 150,000 troops to launch."

Wu Sangui nodded. Zhao Ming had few soldiers and had many soldiers. When choosing a battlefield, he had to be able to spread his troops to give full play to his advantage of having many soldiers.

"Okay! Then wait for Zhao Zamao to come!" Wu Sangui looked at the other side with deep eyes.

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On September 21, heavy rain broke out near Yangon again, and Zhao Ming led an army of 50,000 to enter the camp built by the vanguard.

As the Ming army arrived, the Zhou army's outposts retreated across the board, waiting for the decisive battle to come.

In the afternoon of that day, 150,000 coalition forces and 50,000 Ming Dynasty troops camped more than ten miles apart.

Although it was raining at this time, the Ming army still sent scouts out of the camp to investigate. The cavalry encountered Zhou army from time to time in the wilderness, and small-scale scout war broke out. In the wilderness where the two armies were fighting, several corpses were killed on the ground, and blood flowed out along the rain and dyed the ground red. The scene was shocking.

It rained all night on the 21st, and by the 22nd, it was still heavy rain in the sky, making the decisive battle that should have arrived worth postponing.

At this time, thanks to the Ming army's rich camping experience and professional engineers, the rainy weather in Myanmar was taken into account when the Ming army was stationed.

Therefore, the Ming army camp was stationed at a high place, with drainage ditches around the tent, so the camp was not greatly affected.

Compared with the Ming army, the Zhou army camp was in a mess. The Chinese soldiers, British and French musket teams, had good choices for their locations, and the camps were also built more particularly. The large number of Indian national troops were more miserable.

"It's raining, there's still a war." Modibi murmured.

To the north of the Zhou army camp, the Indian national soldiers' camps had become a country of territories. The rain in the camp was over the knees, the tents were all wet, and the entire camp was muddy.

"Master Modierbi! Your Majesty has an order to move you to a higher place." A war horse galloped over, trampled on the horse's hooves, splashing a piece of mud, defiling Modierbi's gorgeous robe.

Modibi was angry, but the other party was Chinese, so he could only swallow his breath.

"Please tell your Majesty, I will move to the camp now!" Modibi said hurriedly.

Seeing this, the cavalry nodded slightly. When they were about to beat the horse, they suddenly stopped the reins of the horse, stared at Modierbi, and said in a deep voice: "The war is imminent, why is Modierbi a little unconscious? Do you have any ideas?"

Modibi was startled and shook her head quickly, "The general misunderstood. It was just because the rain wet the tent, which made me a little distressed. Although I am not a Chinese, I have read some Chinese books recently and know what loyalty is. Now I am loyal to Your Majesty and don't serve the second master, so how can I think other things?"

The cavalry laughed at the sound of the words and thought to himself that you were originally the Prime Minister of Mughal and now serve my Great Zhou. You are not unrelated to loyalty and righteousness, let alone not to be the second master.

"Well! I know, but sir still have to cheer up. If His Majesty and Prime Minister Hong know about it, it would be bad." The cavalry said, then left.

In the Zhou army camp, when Tubang soldiers were busy moving the camp, Zhao Ming, who was wearing a straw raincoat, a straw hat, and a horse, stood in a paddy field, and came to get familiar with the terrain.

At this time, Zhao Ming and the generals looked at the white earth in the heavy rain, with a hint of solemn expression.

On rainy days, the rice fields are filled with rain and the roads become muddy, which is really not a suitable weather for combat.

However, when you change your mind, when both sides are in difficulties, a firm will and fast-training army will undoubtedly be easier to win than a loose army.

Zhao Ming pointed at the white paddy fields with a horse whip and said in a deep voice: "Wu Sangui has many soldiers, few soldiers, and the fields full of water and muddy roads, which limit the role of our cavalry, but at the same time limit the speed of movement of enemy infantry and cavalry. In this way, our firearms can play a greater role."

Zhang Jiayu said: "When this rain comes, the war elephants between Wu Sangui and the Dongyu people will also be restricted."

Zhao Ming nodded, "Yes, in this situation, it not only traps the horse's hooves, but also traps the elephant's legs."

In terms of equipment, the equipment of the elite Zhou army and the Ming army is actually not much different. They are all flintlock muskets, bronze field guns, and grenades, rockets and other objects.

However, compared with the Ming army, Wu Sangui has one advantage, that is, the Battle Elephant Team.

Although this thing is not as flexible as a cavalry and is not as difficult to control as a war horse, it has to be admitted that the power of his collision is unmatched and can knock down any military formation.

The muddy roads and the accumulated rice fields nowadays will undoubtedly limit the movement of war elephants, which is indeed good news for the Ming army.

At this time, Zhao Ming observed the terrain for a while, suddenly pointed to a small forest in the distance and asked, "Is there a Zhou army in this forest?"

Zhang Jiayu shook his head and said, "The scout has investigated, but there is no Zhou army."

The land in Myanmar is not like Jiangnan in the Ming Dynasty, where almost all the farms can be developed, but pieces are piece by piece, and there are still many small woods in the middle of the paddy fields.
Chapter completed!