Na Ruixuan wasn't in the mood to laugh at Min Qide. Facing the oppression of a military force that was twice his own, Na Ruixuan was very clear. He knew that Min Qide wasn't easy to fool. Being able to fool him once was good luck, but he wouldn't be so lucky the second time. He still had to rely on his own strength. Fortunately, the second line of defense was a dense forest. It had just rained and was wet. It was very suitable to be used as a trap to delay the attack of the army and continue to buy time.
The main force in the rear was preparing for a counterattack at the main camp. Na Ruixuan took two to three thousand elites to set up an ambush in the forest, ready to stop Min Qide's army. In the forest, whether it was on the ground or in the trees, there were soldiers that Na Ruixuan had set up everywhere. They definitely wouldn't let Min Qide's main force pass through this place smoothly. This was a very important place of life and death. If Min Qide easily broke through, then Na Ruixuan's standard would be too low.
Standing on a big tree and looking into the distance, Na Ruixuan's expression was solemn as he looked at the black mass of the Burmese army. Those troops weren't at the level of playing around, nor were they ordinary soldiers. They were the elites that the Burmese relied on to dominate Southeast Asia. Compared to the troops under Na Ruixuan's command, they were braver and better at fighting. If it wasn't for the geographical advantage and tactics, Na Ruixuan would have been killed a long time ago.
However, the reason why war was full of variables was that the people leading the war would use all kinds of tactics to make up for the lack of strength. The Chinese were good at using the art of war, and other foreign races weren't fools who only knew how to fight and charge. The art of war appeared all over the world, but China's art of war was especially famous. There were many books written about it, and it even became a kind of knowledge, a system, and even a philosophy.
The earliest art of war was based on the premise of charging and attacking. It was a kind of knowledge that was accumulated through experience. This simple method of accumulating experience was the only way for the masters of the art of war who couldn't use scientific theories to guide their research. Perhaps Na Ruixuan didn't understand the meaning of the art of war, but everything he did was undoubtedly the practice of the art of war.
When choosing a place to station his troops, he had his eyes on the area blocked by a circle of hills and a dense forest. He had specially ordered a group of soldiers to station on the hills and push Min Qide's military camp to the north, emptying this favorable terrain as his barrier. When the battle started, he could use this barrier to buy time and wait for the Ming Army to arrive. Then, they could kill their way out together and teach the Burmese a lesson.
However, the Ming Army had yet to arrive, so they could only rely on themselves.
In the distance, Min Qide's main army was slowly approaching. In front of the main army, the vanguard army was quickly approaching. When they arrived at the dense forest, Rochai could already see some military facilities at the front of the forest. There were also some Siamese cannoneers. These Siamese cannoneers did not care about timing or rules at all. They opened fire as soon as they saw them, killing them and causing some chaos. Then, they retreated and disappeared without a trace.
Rochai was furious. He wanted to mobilize the cannoneers to fight back, but when he opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see any Siamese in the dense forest. It was such a big forest. Of course, you could shoot, but you had to point a direction, right? The cannoneers looked at Rochai, but he couldn't say a word. In the end, he was so angry that he ordered the cannoneers to leave. He personally led the army into the forest to kill the Siamese!
Groups of soldiers lined up in a formation and moved forward quickly with spears and sabers in their hands. However, when they approached the dense forest, a few rows of Siamese gunmen suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started shooting. The dense group of Burmese was caught off guard. They were shot and fell to the ground, dead or wailing. Caught off guard, the formation that had just been organized was messed up again.
In the midst of the chaos, Rochai's left arm was hit by a lead bullet. He cried out in pain and bled profusely. After the bleeding stopped, Rochai insisted on leading the army to attack, regardless of his subordinates' advice to let him see a military doctor.
The prince gave me such a mission, and I've made a few consecutive mistakes. If I continue to make mistakes, how can I face the prince when I go back? It's better to die here! Charge!!
Rochai was determined not to retreat. His courage encouraged the soldiers here. The soldiers regained their morale, lined up again, and charged forward step by step. The archers also attacked from behind. The Siamese gunmen didn't have time to reload and shoot again, so they hurriedly ran into the dense forest. A few unlucky people were shot and died on the ground.
The defense in front of the dense forest came to an end. Rochai commanded the army to destroy all the obstacles that the Siamese had placed in front of the dense forest. Then, he divided the army into three groups and advanced from three main paths in the forest. They weren't far from each other, so they could see each other clearly. Rochai was in the middle group and commanded the overall situation. In order to prevent a possible attack, Rochai directly ordered the archers and gunmen to stand on both sides of the close combat infantry, ready to counterattack the Siamese soldiers.
His preparation was correct, because there were countless Siamese soldiers squatting on the branches of the luxuriant trees, ready to launch a sudden attack on the invading Burmese.
From the first gunshot and the first arrow, there were endless gunshots and arrows. Every time, a Burmese soldier was killed. However, when the Burmese panicked and prepared to counterattack, they couldn't see their target no matter how hard they tried. It was the end of summer, and the trees were full of leaves. The dense leaves blocked the Burmese's vision, but not the Siamese's.
The dense gunshots and arrows made it difficult for the Burmese to determine where the Siamese were. Soldiers were killed one after another, but the Burmese could not effectively fight back. They could only shoot blindly, but they didn't kill the Siamese at all, and they couldn't find the specific location of the Siamese.
Rochai was burning with anxiety. He realized that if this continued, the morale of the army would collapse, and the whole army would flee. That would be the end of them. In a rage, he directly ordered the army to shoot indiscriminately at the trees above their heads. It didn't matter if they could hit the trees or not, they had to shoot as hard as they could.
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