Chapter 160: One Against Sixty Thousand

In Bamboo City.

The Southern Ming’s Monarch and Ministers.

A group of people are gathering again.

Those participating are:

Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang.

Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo.

Grand Secretary Ma Jixiang.

Eleventh Generation Prince Jin Peng Yi.

And a large group of civil and military officials, such as Ma Xiongfei, Wang Weigong, Pu Ying, Deng Shilian, Yang Zai, Yang Shengfang, Pei Tingmo, Pan Huang, Qi Yingxun, and Ren Zixin, the commander of the Imperial Bodyguard, and others.

“Your Majesty, what did Old Ancestor Peng say about Wu Sangui leading a large army to attack?” Grand Secretary Ma Jixiang asked, “Is he deciding to flee or what?”

Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang helplessly spread his hands: “I went to ask about this news. As a result, Old Ancestor Peng said that a mere sixty thousand people, he can handle alone. I even emphasized that the other side has sixty thousand elite troops with firearms, but Old Ancestor Peng didn’t take it to heart at all, so I don’t know if Old Ancestor Peng can handle sixty thousand troops with firearms alone.”

Ma Jixiang said, “I guess Old Ancestor Peng is still a person from hundreds of years ago, and doesn’t know what firearms are at all, let alone the power of firearms. He defeated those people from the cold weapon era in Myanmar and thought he could deal with firearms. I really don’t think Old Ancestor Peng can fight against firearms. Your Majesty, let’s flee.”

“In my opinion, if Old Ancestor Peng’s strength is really as recorded, dealing with firearms should be a piece of cake.” Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo said, “Besides, we have already fled to Myanmar, where else can we flee? The world is so big, it has all fallen into the hands of the Manchu Qing. I’d rather stay by Old Ancestor Peng’s side and bet that Old Ancestor Peng is not afraid of firearms.”

Eleventh Generation Prince Jin Peng Yi also shrugged: “Of course I believe in my Old Ancestor.”

Half of these officials believe that Peng Feng can block sixty thousand troops with firearms.

And the other half don’t believe it.

In the end, Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang said, “I still believe in Old Ancestor Peng, and besides, over the years, we’ve fled from Nanjing to Guangzhou, from Guangzhou to Guilin, from Guilin to Kunming, and from Kunming to Myanmar. I’m tired of fleeing, let’s just stay here, either we win and live, or we lose and die.”

Seeing His Majesty’s decision, the other ministers also nodded in agreement. Of course, two days later, some of the timid ones still fled.

The already empty Bamboo City became even emptier.

Of course, Peng Feng didn’t care, he ate and drank as usual, waiting for Wu Sangui to come to his door to die.

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Several months later.

The army led by Wu Sangui had already reached Myanmar.

Originally, Kunming in Yunnan was not too far from Ava City, the capital of Myanmar.

It’s just that the road in between is more difficult to travel, Myanmar doesn’t have official roads leading to the Great Ming.

In addition, over the past few months, Li Dingguo led several thousand people to ambush at various dangerous locations, causing Wu Sangui some losses, so he didn’t dare to go too fast.

Of course, Li Dingguo’s losses were also huge, originally there were more than four thousand people, but after the fighting, there were only more than two thousand left.

In this way, Wu Sangui, with nearly sixty thousand people, finally reached the city walls of Ava.

Wu Sangui’s sixty thousand people are not ordinary.

They are all elites he has trained over the years.

A portion of them are the Guan Ning Iron Cavalry from when he led troops in the Northeast in the past. It’s quite ironic, Wu Sangui was supported by the Ming Dynasty with a lot of money, and he raised a Guan Ning Iron Cavalry. This so-called Guan Ning Iron Cavalry has a very imposing name.

But in reality, they haven’t fought any tough battles, and in the end, they shaved their heads and became Tartar soldiers. Wu Sangui is shameless enough, and these Guan Ning Iron Cavalry under him are also shameless enough.

And another part are the new recruits he recruited after entering the pass. Of course, over the years, they have slaughtered all the way from Jiangnan to Yunnan, and these new recruits have also been stained with countless blood, and have become veterans.

These sixty thousand troops are all the elites under Wu Sangui’s command, the truly capable troops.

Wu Sangui, who has been in the mix since the end of the Ming Dynasty, understands very well that having elite troops is everything, and everything else is fake.

More than thirty thousand of these sixty thousand troops have firearms.

Not only that, among these sixty thousand troops, they also brought flintlock cannons. The power of the flintlock cannons is naturally not as good as the red coat cannons, but they have a great advantage, they are light and can be carried around, not as bulky as red coat cannons.

Of course, the disadvantage of flintlock cannons is also obvious, their power is not as great as red coat cannons.

However, in Wu Sangui’s view, the cities in Myanmar are not strong, and even if there are strong cities, Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang of the Southern Ming has no soldiers to defend the city, so flintlock cannons are definitely enough.

It can be said that this Manchu Qing army is strong, with powerful horses, and an extraordinary aura.

And so,

Wu Sangui led his troops, full of murderous intent, and arrived before Bamboo City.

This Bamboo City is really too small and too easy to survey.

It can be seen at a glance that there are not many soldiers in Bamboo City at all, and besides, Bamboo City is not a place for defending a city.

It seems that Bamboo City can be easily taken.

Wu Sangui immediately ordered his soldiers to charge.

Some light cavalry with the extremely ugly money rat tail braids on their heads were already quickly charging towards Bamboo City, all wanting to capture Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang and make such a great contribution.

But, the next moment.

The heads of these hundreds of light cavalry suddenly all fell off.

Then,

These hundreds of cavalry, their headless bodies continued to charge forward, after charging for a while, these headless corpses finally fell off their horses, landing on the ground with a series of thuds, and almost at the same time, the hundreds of heads also fell directly to the ground.

And the horses ridden by these headless knights, first charged forward for a while due to inertia, and then, seeing that their masters had all fallen to the ground and died, they were also at a loss.

This change was very strange.

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What kind of sorcery is this?

Instantly killing a hundred people.

This is simply unheard of, unseen.

And everyone in Wu Sangui’s unit couldn’t help but look over, wanting to see what was so strange there that could cause a hundred people to die at once.

But, they didn’t see anything.

The only thing they could see was a blue-robed man, standing with his hands behind his back in front of Bamboo City.

This blue-robed man was about one meter and nine tall, his face as if carved out, resolute and handsome, and this blue-robed man had a graceful demeanor, and at first glance, he was an extraordinary person.

Behind the blue-robed man was a saber, the saber was in its sheath, and no divine aura could be seen.

The blue-robed man was holding a blue wine gourd in his hand.

He took a few gulps of wine.

This blue-robed man was just standing there casually.

But he gave off a feeling of being as stable as a mountain.

It seemed that this person was a god, descending to the mortal realm.

It seemed that this person was an immortal, high above.

For some reason, everyone present felt that the person who had just killed hundreds of cavalry in an instant must be this blue-robed man.

Wu Sangui said in a deep voice: “Did you kill the hundred or so men under my command just now?”

“Yes.” The blue-robed man, who was Peng Feng, admitted it very simply.

Wu Sangui was shocked: “Who exactly are you? How can you use sorcery to kill a hundred of my cavalry at once?”

“Wu Sangui, oh Wu Sangui, you ate a lot of military pay from the Great Ming, the Great Ming gave you high positions and generous salaries, but in the end, you relied on the Manchu Qing and attacked the Ming emperor, this is disloyalty.

Li Zicheng took your father and the orphans of Chongzhen to persuade you to surrender, but you simply set up a battle formation, causing your own father to be killed, this is unfilial.

You killed countless Han Chinese, this is injustice.

You are such a disloyal, unfilial, and unjust, traitorous dog, a born lowly breed, a mongrel, do you even deserve to ask for my name? It’s laughable.” Peng Feng said with a sneer.

Although Wu Sangui was an unfaithful, unfilial, and traitorous shameless dog, in the beginning, some people had cursed him like this, but he immediately picked up his butcher’s knife and slaughtered all those who cursed him. Over the years, no one dared to curse him like this anymore.

His face became extremely gloomy: “Good, good, good, I am now the Prince of Pacifying the West, holding military power over the two provinces of Guizhou and Sichuan, and have nearly one hundred thousand troops under my command. It has been a long time since anyone dared to curse me like this. You are indeed bold.

Perhaps, you think that with a few tricks of sorcery that you picked up from who knows where, and taking the lives of a hundred people, you have the confidence to talk big to me, how ridiculous.

Under my command, I have sixty thousand troops with firearms. I will tear you to pieces, I will make you beg for life, but not get it, beg for death, but not get it.”

Peng Feng listened and said with a sneer: “Wu Sangui, your mind is not clear, you are confused. A mere sixty thousand troops, and you have the audacity to challenge me.

People of this era are really overestimating themselves, not knowing the immensity of the heavens and the earth.

Then come on, let’s see how much of my ability your sixty thousand troops can force out.”

Wu Sangui was laughed at again: “In my life, I have never seen someone as bold as you, daring to stand in front of sixty thousand troops alone, and saying that sixty thousand troops are not worthy to challenge you. You are really audacious. Good, good, good.”

Not only was he laughing, but the generals behind him, Xia Guoxiang, Hu Guozhu, Wu Yinglin, and others, were all laughing.

“This person is really courting death, daring to stand in front of our sixty thousand people, and his tone is so arrogant.”

“Since his tone is so arrogant, let him die then.”

“Go.”

“Kill him.”

“Father-in-law, let me lead the troops to kill him.”

Wu Sangui raised his hand: “Since this person wants to fight one against sixty thousand, my lads, did you hear that? Tear this person to pieces for me.”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

Wu Sangui’s subordinates also shouted enthusiastically.

A great battle is about to take place.

The two sides in this battle.

On one side, are Wu Sangui’s sixty thousand troops. Among them, half of them, that is, thirty thousand, have firearms. There are ten thousand cavalry. And thirty-six flintlock cannons, it can be said that they are strong and powerful.

On the other side, there is only one blue-robed middle-aged man, without even a single firearm, only carrying a saber.

This battle is the battle with the greatest difference in the number of combatants since the beginning of time.

One against sixty thousand.

Such a difference in numbers is unimaginable.

Of course, the fact that hundreds of cavalry died in an instant was still quite strange, and Wu Sangui was also afraid of losing too many people.

Therefore, the experienced Wu Sangui did not directly order the soldiers to charge, but stood far away and ordered his subordinates: “Open fire!”