According to Xiao Ruxun's words, Min Qide had doubts because the Ming Army hadn't appeared yet. He suspected that the Ming Army still had a backup plan, so he didn't dare to use all his forces to take him down. It wasn't an unreasonable guess. However, thinking about it this way, Min Qide hadn't even seen the Ming Army. He was so afraid of the Ming Army just because of some rumors. This didn't seem to fit Min Qide's character.
All of Na Ruxuan's considerations were based on what he thought of Min Qide, not the actual situation. Min Qide was Min Qide, and he was himself. Sometimes, people couldn't see themselves clearly, so how could they see others clearly? This kind of experience wasn't worth advocating. Na Ruxuan also realized that his way of thinking might be a little off. Min Qide wouldn't do things according to his ideas. This kind of person who was extremely confident in himself would only do things according to his own ideas and would never rely on others.
Na Ruxuan couldn't guarantee what Min Qide would do, but he wouldn't ignore Xiao Ruxun's thoughts. Xiao Ruxun was a famous general and had never lost a battle against the Japanese. He was indeed very famous. His thoughts and strategic thinking were worth considering. The more Na Ruxuan thought about it, the more he felt that it was better to be more cautious. If he lost his soldiers because of a night attack, not only would he lose face, but he would also lose the future of Siam.
Could the thirty thousand Ming Army defeat more than a hundred thousand Burmese soldiers who were full of morale? If they lost this battle, not only would the Ming Army lose face, but his country would also be finished. The independence that they had just obtained would also be over. Everything that they had fought so hard for would also be gone. This was a big gamble, and Na Ruxuan couldn't afford to lose.
Therefore, Na Ruxuan called his two most trusted generals over and told them what to do and how to prepare. After listening to him, the two looked at each other, but they still did as Na Ruxuan said.
After these preparations, Na Ruxuan asked his guards to wake him up at midnight. He wanted to sleep for at least two to four hours to replenish his strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to support the upcoming high-intensity battle.
Na Ruxuan, who had been leading troops for a long time, had some basic common sense. He knew that the best time for a night attack was before dawn, about two hours before the sun came out. That was the darkest time in the world, and it was also the time when people slept the most soundly. He still remembered the bearded Franco who had taught him this habit. He said with a cunning face that he had used this method to kill enemies that he couldn't deal with.
If he was not prepared and allowed the Burmese to launch a night attack when his troops were sleeping soundly, then it would really be over for him. Needless to say, he would definitely be done for. He would not even be able to put up a decent resistance. He would be killed in just a few moves, and he would not even be able to fight back. If he was not careful, he might not even be able to escape.
Therefore, regardless of whether Min Qide would break through his limits and attack, Na Ruxuan felt that it was better to be more careful. It was better to be safe than sorry.
After more than two hours, at around a quarter to midnight, Na Ruxuan was woken up by his guards. After sitting up in a daze, Na Ruxuan remembered what he had to do, so he forcefully pulled himself together and asked his guards to bring him some cold water. He took off his clothes and used the cold water to wash his body. He especially stimulated his head, and he was much more awake. The feeling of being in a daze was gone.
He wiped his body dry, put on his armor, and walked out of his tent. He looked at the dark sky outside. It was very dark outside today, and the pale moon hung in the sky. The surroundings were still dark. Without the light from the torches, Na Ruxuan estimated that he wouldn't be able to see more than ten steps. This kind of weather was the most suitable for a night attack. If it wasn't for the lack of stamina and the continuous days of running, Na Ruxuan would have wanted to launch a night attack himself.
But it was the same for the Burmese. They had also been rushing for days and had a big battle. They had just cut down trees and set up camp. This was the time when they were most tired and needed rest the most. If they let the soldiers attack at night without rest, how could they fight during the day tomorrow? The soldiers couldn't even open their eyes, and they were still fighting.
Na Ruxuan felt that Min Qide wouldn't do such a stupid thing according to common sense.
Was he thinking too much? Could it be that Xiao Ruxun didn't know Min Qide well? Should he let the troops rest and stop guarding?
Looking at the dark surroundings, Na Ruxuan rejected his own thoughts. He decided to let the troops stay awake. It was better to be safe than sorry. What if Min Qide's brain cramped and wanted to try a new strategy to find a new possibility? Where could he go and cry? He only had 50,000 elite troops to use for national defense. If he wanted to continue mobilizing the troops, not to mention the level of elites, just the number of people wouldn't exceed 50,000.
The country had just become independent, and the main focus was on construction. There weren't too many young adults to join the army.
Na Ruxuan asked his guards to extinguish the torches and not to follow them with torches. He walked in the dark like this. Such a wonderful feeling actually made him feel a little comfortable. When he was young and was a hostage in the Burmese palace, there were times when he couldn't sleep at night. When he missed his hometown and loved ones, he would do the same. He would stay in his own courtyard and watch the moon and stars, feeling that there was no one around.
At that time, it was desolate. Now, it was emotional.
There were too many uncertain things in life. More than a decade ago, he was still a prisoner. He had to live by the whims of others. It was very painful. Now, he was the king of a country. He was the hope and symbol of a nation. If it was the young him from that era, would he have thought about it now?
Feeling emotional, Na Ruxuan walked to the edge of the camp. In a corner with no one around, he leaned against the fence and looked at the vast and empty land outside. He missed his loved ones, his sister, his father, his mother, and his friends who had followed him to fight for freedom but were no longer by his side. Thinking of this, his heart felt a little sad.
For the freedom of his country and people, his family had bled to the point where only he and his brother were left. He had single-handedly carried the cause of resisting the hegemon of Burma. The price he had paid for this was too high. It was so high that he couldn't bear it.
Perhaps, after this battle, he would be able to welcome a happy and hopeful tomorrow. Just like the darkness before dawn, if he was lucky enough, he could welcome a stronger future. He could fight for a wider living space for his country and people, and fight for a more glorious tomorrow.
He was looking forward to it so much.
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