One Emperor through the Ages: Starting from Infinite Copying

Chapter 270

The king of Siam listened to the abbot's words, and the whole person was stunned.

"What do you say, Daming distributes rice to the villagers? 20 kilograms of rice a day for each person?"

"Yes, as long as the villagers help, each person has twenty pounds of rice a day"

"The Daming Empire issued an order to call on the villagers of Siam to start the Siamese War to destroy Buddha!"

"The villagers attacked various temples, and our monks were killed by them with hoes!"

The King of Siam frowned, and the whole person was stunned.

Solo looked at the King of Siam curiously: "King, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's just shocking, this Emperor Daming ordered the villagers to start a war to destroy Buddha, isn't he afraid of heavenly punishment?"

"With so many temples and monks in our Kingdom of Siam, are they all going to be killed by the Ming army?"

"King Siam, the Ming army did not make a move against the temple and the monks, it was the villagers of Siam, who launched an attack on the surrounding temples under the call of the emperor of the Ming "three-two-three" army!"

"It's completely our own villagers in the Kingdom of Siam, who launched a war to destroy Buddha!"

The abbot wanted to cry without tears, and the whole person was terrified.

The temple he presided over was burned to the ground by the Siamese villagers, and the monks who did not have time to escape were also killed by the Siamese villagers.

"King Siam, if you don't admit your mistake to the Daming Emperor, we will compensate the Daming Empire for the war reparations!"

"After all, reach out and don't hit the smiling person!"

The abbot's suggestion made the king of Siam frown.

"Presumptuous, confess to the Daming Emperor, who is that king, why should you inferior the Daming Emperor?"

The abbot is speechless, when is it, still care about identity?

"Great King, now is not the time to be prestige for a while!"

"The slightest carelessness is the scourge of the country!"

The King of Siam had a serious expression and measured the generals beside him.

They were scared one by one, their faces were livid, they had fought with the soldiers of the Donggu Kingdom, fought with the soldiers of the Annan Kingdom, and even fought the Portuguese colonial army, and they had never seen such elite soldiers and horses as the Daming Empire.

The most important thing is that the Daming Empire also had elephant soldiers, which led to the invalidation of war elephants in the Kingdom of Siam.

A few years ago, the war elephants of the Kingdom of Siam, who opposed Portuguese colonization, but scared the Portuguese colonial army stupidly.

Now facing the Ming army, it is more than the five thousand war elephant troops of the Siam Kingdom, which makes the Siamese king very desperate.

The entire capital, the total number of people is only 150,000, plus the people, the Janissaries, etc.

The people in these capitals were all nobles of the Siamese Kingdom.

Chongzhen held a telescope outside the city to observe the situation on the city wall.

The clothes worn by the nobles turned out to be coarse linen, and few wore silk.

"Guide, are you sure this is the capital of the Kingdom of Siam?"

"Is there a nobleman on the wall?"

"Definitely the capital, and definitely noble!"

"The coarse linen clothes worn by the nobles are all worn, is this Siamese kingdom so poor?"

"Your Majesty, this is not a question of poverty!"

"Their textile technology is very backward, and they can only make clothes out of hemp.

"A coarse linen coat, it takes the villagers half a month to complete one, which is very time-consuming!

"The villagers are untouchables who live outside the city, and they usually make their own clothes, and since they can only make one piece in half a month, most villagers will make new clothes for their families during the New Year. "

Chongzhen gasped, daring to feel that these people's clothes were all handmade, which meant that they were so simple.

The children of the Siamese nobles on the city wall are carrying rolling stone kilns.

The King of Siam himself carried the stone: "Praetorian guards, Siamese nobles, noble monks, if you do not hold the city wall, once the Ming army breaks through, you will all be killed by the villagers!"

The nobles on the city wall, looking at the Ming army outside the city, were terrified. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

"King Siam, the Ming army does not have artillery to attack the city!

"You can send a notice to all the temples in the Kingdom of Siam, let them bring monks and soldiers to immediately support the capital!"

The abbot on the side kept waving his hand: "It's useless, the temples of the entire Kingdom of Siam have been attacked!"

"The monks and monks of many temples have no chance to escape!"

"Look, the villagers have come carrying ladders!"

The villagers carried door panels to block bows and arrows and fire bolts, and Siamese assisted an army of 5,000 men, who attacked the capital under the watchful eye of the Ming army.

The king of Siam was so angry that he gritted his teeth, the Ming army was watching the play in the distance, and the auxiliary army formed by the villagers of the Siamese kingdom actually helped the Ming army to fight the vanguard.

"Hell, these villagers, do they know that they are traitors?"

Solo helplessly spread his hands: "The Daming court gave them twenty pounds of rice per person per day, and even gave them an extra pound of meat every day, as well as fine salt..."

The nobles can only eat coarse salt, and the villagers are even worse, and they can't eat any salt all year round, they are all sea salt that they secretly buy. "

"Is the Daming Imperial Court so generous?"

"Distribute so many supplies to the villagers?"

"In our Kingdom of Siam, there are almost two million villagers and 400,000 nobles, they can't distribute supplies to all the villagers, right?"

The king of Siam kept questioning, and the abbot on the side shook his head blankly.

"We don't know, anyway, in the villages around the capital, hundreds of thousands of villagers have all received materials, and after receiving materials, they all came to attack the city." "

Looking at the villagers scattered in the mountains outside the city, the Ming army all stopped, dug small pits, buried coal, and lived and cooked.

"Your Majesty, why don't you let us go up?"

Chongzhen waved his hand: "These hundreds of thousands of villagers are enough to capture this city!"

"He promised them that killing a soldier of the Siamese kingdom would reward him with thirty catties of rice, and killing a monk from the kingdom of Siam, with a reward of five catties of pork. "

"Everyone sit down, have a good rest, eat and drink beer, and watch the villagers of Siam lay down their capital for us!"

The soldiers of the Qinglong Battalion all sat around the charcoal fire, eating hot meals.

On the city wall, the Siamese king's face was livid, and he could clearly see with a telescope that the Ming army was on the battlefield and could eat hot meals.

"Hell, Ming Army 5.2 soldiers, each with a big bowl of white rice!"

"King Ben doesn't dare to eat so extravagantly!"

The King of Siam was a little depressed, and he himself exchanged large white rice and brown rice, because the royal family's expenses were also limited.

Our villagers actually ate white rice and all kinds of meat with the Daming soldiers?"

Vice Admiral Solo looked at the Ming Army in the distance, and the whole person frowned.

"Great King, this Daming Empire is indeed too rich, it actually gave our villagers big white rice, and in the past, only during the New Year, these villagers could eat big white rice!"

Just as he was surprised, more than a dozen young and strong villagers had already climbed the city wall.

Climbing the city wall, they slaughtered the Siamese Janissaries with long-handled chopping knives.

"Remember to cut off your right ear in exchange for a reward!", a villager who climbed the city wall reminded.