The Ming army stayed in Patna for almost half a year before embarking on the journey again.

This was the season when the Gendeg River was the most abundant. In addition, after dredging by 300,000 people, the channel was unobstructed. The Chuanjiang fleet and a large number of inland transport ships carried three infantry brigades of the Second Army. They went up the river in less than two days and arrived at the small town of Bharatpur at the foot of the Himalayas. This place actually belonged to Nepal, but the commander of the Nepalese army stationed here gave up resistance and surrendered directly.

"Appoint him as an earl and be included in the vassal!"

Emperor Yang said.

Then the attendant next to him quickly drafted the imperial edict, and the eunuch holding the seal quickly stamped the seal. The commander of the Nepal army, who was still confused, became a newly released count of the Ming Dynasty's foreign vassal. Of course, after understanding what was going on, he immediately lay there excitedly and shouted long live.

"Your Majesty, the envoy of Chief Gurkha asks for his visit."

Yang Zhong said carefully.

"Call out!"

Emperor Yang said without hesitation.

"Also, if the order is passed down, the Chief Gurkha attached himself to the rebels and invaded various tribes, and the crime was unpardoned. He ordered the tribes in Shannan to fight them together, and some of them captured them and conferred the title of King of Nepal!"

Then he said again.

Well, this means that whoever can capture the Gurkha King Pumal who had just unified Nepal by force and send it to His Majesty the Emperor, and then he can get the title of the King of Nepal. In fact, this is to tell Nepal that those city-states that have just been conquered by the Gurkhas by force, you can raise an army and regain the establishment. His Majesty's army will support you behind you. You must know that before this, there were more than 50 small countries in Nepal, and most of them had to surrender because of the Gurkhas' strong strength. Now with his imperial edict, what are these people waiting for?

The Count who had just been granted no hesitation gathered his troops to join the imperial army.

Of course, Yang Feng would not care about this matter.

He was not interested in attacking Kathmandu or Gurkha. He came just to capture Yinreng and Yinyou. These two men and their tens of thousands of Qing dynasties were in Pokhara. From here, they attacked the valley along the Seti River and did not need to pass Kathmandu or Gurkha. To put it bluntly, he just lit a fire. As for what he burned in the end, Nepal has no value worth his hands on. This poor place where birds do not shit, the best way to deal with them is to keep killing each other.

In fact, the Gurkha people also knew this. Their envoys came to discuss whether they could replace the title of vassal king recognized by the Ming Dynasty, so that they could rule the land with justification. If necessary, they could send troops to help attack Pokhara.

However, Emperor Yang did not give them this opportunity at all.

The poor Gurkha envoy was whipped out by the Ming army, and had to return to Kathmandu with humiliation and pain.

Immediately afterwards, two infantry brigades of the Ming army set off north. Under the guidance of the local guide, the Ming army infantry lined up with marching troops, carrying firing rifles on their shoulders and advancing along the narrow river valleys in the mountains. Above them, they were accompanied by a reconnaissance airship and a small wooden boat transporting materials. At this time, even the Chuanjiang gunboats could not drive up. However, a large number of Indian fishermen and their small fishing boats requisitioned from the downstream solved the transportation problem, and the heavy cannons were handed over to the elephants who transported materials. This was the advantage of marching in India. Such huge and docile livestock could easily hunch up even three-inch caliber field guns.

Wherever this powerful army passed, it was overwhelming.

Everyone knows what they are doing. Both sides are not on the same plane at all. If it weren't for the capture of Yinreng, the Ming army would never have appeared on this land.

The lords of Nepal city-states would not cause trouble if they were idle. Even the army of the Mughal Empire was pressed to the ground and rubbed against them. What's more, the small village chiefs of the king-level in the Grimm fairy tale were just kneeling in front of Yang Feng. Kneeling will not kill anyone, but if they dare not kneel, they will be destroyed. Moreover, there is basically Hinduism and Buddhism here, and Emperor Yang is not interested in demolishing their temples, so there is no problem of faith. The Ming army cannot take action against their women. Their possessions are also extremely poor in the eyes of the Ming army, so the two sides do not have the conditions for conflict. The lords of the city-states along the way have no resistance and allow this army to pass.

However, what made Yang Feng confused was that Yinreng did not stop him, which was very strange.

Pokhara, or the Qing Dynasty's new capital.

"You cowards, waste!"

Yinyou roared with a knife.

In front of him was the last group of people in the Qing Dynasty who helped the elderly and the young. These people cut off their braids expressionlessly, then put on Nepalese clothes and crawled into the nearby mountains and forests.

"Don't forget our identity, we are the Eight Banners, we don't forget the glory of our ancestors, we were the supreme people in the world, don't forget our deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood, don't let our relatives flow in vain, take out your courage, take out your dignity, die like a man, go and fight against the demon bloody battle, the ancestors' spirit in heaven are watching!"

Yinyou continued to yell.

However, no one looked at him.

There is also a bloody battle. Only tens of thousands of people can the Ming army kill for a few days? What's more, the demon came here in person this time. Without the Ming army taking action, he would probably not have to kill all the people in Xinjing alone.

Let's break up!

Let the name Banner disappear in this world forever!

Amid Yinyou's desperate roar, the 50,000 bannermen in Xinjing completely disappeared. They cut off their iconic braids, took off their clothes that once represented their identity, threw away everything that could make people recognize their origins, and then drilled into the surrounding mountains and ridges, into the vast forests under the Himalayas, completely disappeared from people's sight, and the name of the bannermen disappeared in this world forever.

As for the endings of these people...

This is very simple, it's integrated!

If you find a valley to live in, or find a village with Nepali, and have anonymous identity, why can't you survive? Anyway, the Ming army cannot survive in the search of the Himalayas. After decades of intermarriage and intercourse with Nepali, then it will be completely integrated. In fact, before this, the bannermen have been constantly fleeing and disappearing into the mountains and ridges of Nepal. After all, Yang Feng has been wandering around India for almost a year under the banner of siege against them!

The lonely Yinyou stood in a daze among the braids all over the ground, looking so desolate.

It was not until a long time later that he walked towards a temple not far away like a walking corpse. This was a Huangjiao Temple. In front of the Buddha statue in the temple, Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty was like a statue, kneeling down and reciting scriptures. He was holding a rosary in his hand and counting rosary. In the swaying candlelight, he looked completely calm and had no tension at all. Next to him was the prince Hongxi. The prince was his only alive son, and the others died in this chaotic world. For well-known reasons, he did not give birth to another child.

"Second brother, don't you commit suicide?"

Yinyou asked sadly.

"The Buddha is not allowed to commit suicide."

Yinreng said lightly.

"I'm leaving and going to see the emperor, so you can take care of yourself."

Yinyou said.

Yinreng continued to count the rosary there as if he didn't hear it.

Yinyou turned around and walked out, but at this moment, a strange howling sound came from outside. He subconsciously raised his head, and then a golden light shone in his sight. Almost at the same time, a huge impact sounded in front of him. A big tree in front of the temple gate turned into countless broken woods like shots.

He hugged his head without hesitation.

The broken wood kept hitting him like hail, causing him to retreat one after another. When he finally stopped, he found that there was a golden figure around him.

There is also a face that unforgettable to him.

"Demon..."

Before he could finish his words, a hand with golden gloves appeared on his neck, pinching him and lifting it straight into the air.

"Luckily, it's not delayed."

Yang Feng looked at him with satisfaction and said.

Yinreng, who was facing this scene, was still chanting scriptures, as if he hadn't heard it. However, the prince Hongxi, bravely pulled out the knife and roared, rushed out of the Buddhist temple and rushed towards their family's mortal enemy. Yang Feng without any hesitation, directly pinched Yinyou's neck with force, and then threw him forward and smashed him on Hongxi's body, smashing the latter directly to the ground. Then he stepped forward a few steps under his feet and stepped hard. His feet stepped directly into Hongxi's chest and stepped on his heart into flesh mud. The prince of the Qing Dynasty screamed, his head tilted and swallowed directly.

Yang Feng then raised his foot and threw Hongxi's dead body into the Buddhist temple.

Yinreng was still chanting scriptures.

Yang Feng immediately walked towards the Buddhist temple, but when he arrived at the door, he found that he was carrying two wings behind him. Unless he turned sideways, his wings with a wings span of five meters would not be able to enter anyway. He looked at Yinreng, who was chanting with his back to him, opened the oil outlet and released more than a dozen liters of special aviation kerosene, then took out a cigarette, took out a lighter in his mouth and lit the cigarette. After taking a deep breath, he threw the lighter that was still lit forward.

The flames soared into the sky in an instant.

Most of the Buddhist temples made of wooden and with many curtains were immediately ignited by the fire of aviation kerosene. The raging fire quickly wrapped Yinreng, and in the fire, Yinreng was still chanting scriptures in a pirate.
Chapter completed!