Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Naemin Thitaung (1)

Part ( 1 )

"May you be successful, pour out the water with the flowers of the lotus, May you be successful, pour out the water with the flowers of the lotus"

(The sound of a phonograph from Po Lu Aye's house, three houses east of Kand Loi Kok. With the sound of a horn and the sound of a hand-drawn bhajan, Aung Tha Pyay is tempting Ba Shwe Kying to smile involuntarily.

The golden locust liked the music. Although he liked it, he couldn't take his attention away from the single palm kernel in his hand. He was rubbing the entire palm kernel with a bamboo leaf, smoothing it out.

The melody returned in unison. “May you be victorious, may

Ba Shwe Kying's smile grew brighter. In his mind's eye, he saw the scene of the grand welcome of the President of the Myanmar Football Federation, U Chit Hlaing. The girls bowing down, the faces bowing respectfully, the crowd of spectators.

“Umbrella..umbrella. I’m making a silk umbrella, umbrella.” “Mother, I’m scared. I’m scared of the big guy.”

The palm seeds and the leaves of the lotus in the hands of the grasshopper fell silent from their busy places. The happy face of the grasshopper also became gloomy.

The sound of the hawk's call that roamed the village was something that Bha Shwe Kying heard every other day. However, the reason his face turned pale was because of the sound of his nephew's son, his great-grandfather.

Grandpa Thu Daw was a five-year-old bald boy. He was playing with the dust and water and building a house. When he heard the sound of the elephant's cry, he got up to run. He thought he heard his mother say, "Don't be afraid," and he didn't get up. But he couldn't help but look. .

"Umbrella, umbrella, I'm fixing the paper umbrella, umbrella, umbrella"

The old man looked up. The moment he saw it, he ran up the house, screaming and falling apart.

“Mother, you are so scared, you big guy.” The little grasshopper looked angrily at the road. A thin, wild guy named Pein Nyaung Nyaung. He was carrying bamboo poles. On the pole was a bundle of bamboo straws. Inside the bundle were bamboo straws and glue, a needle and thread, a pair of umbrella poles, and so on.

Does the elephant show off to the child playing with the dust? Does it do so with its voice, threatening and scolding? It doesn't do this either. It just keeps on shouting and walking.

So why is the young man afraid of that voiceless, voiceless, voiceless voice?

"'Yes. Even a cat with eyes like a goat's must be afraid of eyes."

Despite searching for the reason, Ba Shwe Kying was not satisfied. "Is that all we have to fear? Is this something to be afraid of? Why do we still have cowardly, black-blooded people among our people?" Due to the greater dissatisfaction, Ba Shwe Kying's face turned from gloomy to frowning.

"Big boy, I'm scared, mother."

"What's there to be afraid of, man? Here's a sword, a Burmese sword. Go ahead and cut it down."

Mazan Hla, who was busy with cooking and washing, threw a knife. The sound of the knife hitting the bamboo floor was heard loudly by the golden grasshopper. He smiled faintly.

"Our people are not afraid of the people. Our people are not afraid of the people."

"The tribe that feeds every black man with a sword, there is no need to be afraid."

When he heard the next words, the grasshopper picked up the palm seed again. He chewed on a thick piece of banana leaf again. His toothless mouth smiled brightly until the gums were visible.

'Yes. That's what my father used to say. What, the white and black people are not scary, they come from across the sea and land to play with our swords. That's what my father used to say,

At that moment, the wrinkles on the golden grasshopper's cheeks softened. His dim eyes sparkled like stars.

"Yes. White and black are just our sword games."

When he saw a black man with a bayonet and a gun, Nga Moe Kaung was shocked.

The white man and his black dog followers will definitely have to fight. The white man has been aggressive for no reason. So, it is inevitable that they will have to fight.

Since the army had marched, Nga Moe Kaung had heard the voices of the commanders and the blood-drinking officers. About six years before Moe Kaung was born, he said, "That white man has already started waging war in Assam and Manipur. He has taken over a part of the lands of Burma."

Now it's worse than before. He's just been deliberately acting out of spite, talking nonsense, and insulting people again.

Therefore, as we marched forward, we were constantly grinding our teeth along the way. Nga Moe Kaung, who had been speaking to his fellow villagers, Nga Xue Yan Nyunt and Pauk Kaing, and Nga Ming,

Yesterday, while the whole city of Yangon was covered in smoke and cannon fire was roaring, Nga Moe Kaung happily said, “I’m going to drink the blood of the Kala.”

Now he was surprised when he saw the hunting dog he had been so eager to see.

Is it normal for a security guard to be so sleepy?

Kala and Nga Moe Kaung moved in unison. Kala's spearhead ran into Nga Moe Kaung. Nga Moe Kaung also ran into Kala. Kala's blood flowed from his open chest onto Nga Moe Kaung's body.

As Nga Moe Kaung ran into the bushes, grabbing his gun, bullets rang out from behind him. He responded with gunshots from the Nga Xue who had arrived at the edge of the bushes.

The Kala knew that the Burmese guns could not fire one shot and then another. Even though they knew, the Kalas did not dare to follow them into the forest. The Kalas and the black and white refugees who returned from the Panwa front had already spoken of the Burmese's bravery and swordsmanship.

Nga Moe Kaung, slung the Kala gun over his back and holding his gun in his hand, jumped into the ravine. Nga Ming, who had already fired his gun near the big teak tree, was level. Only then did Nga Moe Kaung look back. He could not see the enemy.

"Two cannons and three hundred camels." "More are coming. Will you keep an eye on them to make sure?"

"The sooner our fortress knows the enemy is coming from that direction, the better."

The Nga Moe Kaung's stronghold is Thein Phyu Fort.

At the base of the fort, the Chaung Nyinaung flows towards the eastern side of Mount Puzun. Even now, the water has not dried up since the beginning of the month. There is still a spring. Around the base of the fort, there are forests and streams surrounding the fort.

The enemy destroyed the King's Wharf Fort at the top of Minlam, but did not advance towards the Thein Kyi Thein Pagoda Fort. The Burmese expected the enemy to advance along this road. They expected the enemy to attack the new barracks towards the Shwedagon Pagoda. Even now, they were still firing artillery towards the pagoda from the river.

Nga Moe Kaung immediately ran to his servants after reporting to the chief.

"Soldiers, it's not time to cook. The blacks have built bridges in the areas we destroyed and are coming with four cannons. Let's just eat some rice."

Ma-tho-dang is fried rice with ginger and wrapped in bamboo skewers. It is not only a snack, but also a delicious meal.

Okay.

The sound of cannon fire came from the fort.

The sound of gunfire echoed not only from within the fort but also from the forests and jungles beyond. The sound of gunfire was not the sound of white and black troops firing at the fort. It was the sound of Burmese troops already scattered in large and small groups in the forests.

Therefore, the Kales could not go straight towards the fort. They were attacked by the Burmese warriors who suddenly appeared with a loud, sharp sound. They could not follow the Burmese warriors who had attacked and retreated into the forest. They could only shoot again.

The Kales were dying and wounded in droves, but they positioned two cannons about 700 yards from the Thein Phyu fort and fired carefully, striking the wooden posts rather than the fort's buildings. It was a feat to knock down large pillars as tall as a man's body.

The bloodthirsty Nga Moe Kaung clung to the wooden walls. “Warriors, defend this fortress with your life!” the fierce Nga Pa Tu ran and shouted, constantly beating the lute.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on"

The cannon hit the wooden block where the bloodsucker was standing. "It was like a stone thrown by a cannonball. Blood spurted from the bloodsucker's body, but the body was still motionless."