Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 103: The old men were all respectable people when they were alive
"Have!"

Two players immediately ran out of the team, one holding a gunpowder bag in his hand and the other holding a wooden pole under his arm.

Zhang San exchanged a glance with the two of them, his brows immediately furrowed into a knot, and his face was filled with surprise, as if to say: The soldiers haven't even left yet, why are you two officers joining in the fun?

The two men had no self-respect as officers and still maintained the iron-blooded style of "I will lead the charge".

One person came to the front of the gate, estimated the position of the latch, and put the gunpowder bag on it. The other person pushed the support pole to lock the gunpowder bag. Even if he let go, the gunpowder bag would be firmly pressed against the gate by the support pole.

"Great!" After the collaboration was completed, the two clapped their hands in celebration.

"hurry up!"

Zhang San urged loudly, thinking to himself, you two are filming a movie here.

When the fuse was lit by the fire stick and a crackling sound came out, the two players ran away. "Zhang San" immediately yelled, "Watch out for fragments!"

The militiamen stepped back several steps, raised their shields and formed a human wall.

There was a loud bang, and the violent impact blew a gap. The door with a hole shook violently, and the broken bolt flew fragments into the house.

"Those in the back row, surround the Qian residence and don't let anyone escape! Everyone else, follow me!"

Zhang San's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed forward with his sword in hand. The smoke and dust from the explosion covered his face.

He stepped over the threshold of the wealthy family's house, and the first thing he saw when he looked up was the armed servants who were stunned by the explosion near the outer ceremonial gate.

Taking advantage of his confusion, Zhang San swung his sword vertically, and the servant instinctively raised his hand to block. The steel sword with added force slashed downward from top to bottom, severing a section of the servant's forearm.

"Ahhh!"

A shrill cry of pain was heard along with the sound of blood spurting. The servant fell to the ground, curled up holding his broken arm. No matter how he rolled and shouted, he could not get rid of the intense pain.

The servants nearby reacted quickly and rushed over with knives and clubs, but were stabbed to death by the spears that swarmed over them, piercing their abdomens and shoulders.

Zhang San threw the knife to the ground, splashing "petroleum-colored" blood all over the ground.

He turned his head and saw several players running into the stable on the left. They stepped on the stirrups unskillfully, as if riding a bicycle, and tried hard to sit on the horse's back.

"Wow! I finally got to ride a horse. Hey, how do I ride it?"

"Zhang San" secretly cursed what a bunch of idiot players.

They can mess up a good riot control operation in the middle of it. To put it nicely, it is a sense of relaxation. To put it bluntly, they are letting their teammates down without knowing it.

"Kill!"

Zhang San ignored them and led the militia through the ceremonial gate. After only a few dozen steps, a group of servants rushed towards them.

Zhang San stood at a slightly higher position at the ceremonial gate and looked straight ahead. He happened to catch a glimpse of the gentry crowded together in the main hall. They looked panicked and muttered to themselves, as if they had not expected the militia to suddenly break into the Qian Mansion.

Qian Shiying was indeed panicked.

Less than an hour had passed since Li San was killed. The servants of each household had not yet completed the coordination and communication, and the housekeeper who delivered the message was still on the way, when the enemy rushed to the door, shouting that they wanted to avenge their brother.

How is this possible?

Qian Shiying thought he was acting cautiously. Not only did he place all the gentry attending the meeting under house arrest, he also did not allow even his own servants and maids to step out of the room. There was no such thing as sending messages by carrier pigeons or archery.

Not even a fly can fly out of the Qian Mansion. How did the enemy know what happened here?
Is it true as the rumors say—

Li Mu is the eldest disciple of a hermit master and has learned a lot of magical skills.

The group of fearless servants under his command were the evil demon soldiers he summoned by sacrificing the flesh and heads of living people to demons.

However, these evil demon soldiers always die in battle, but their souls linger and can still fly and communicate. When the opportunity arises, they can even take over the bodies of dying people and return to the world of the living.

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

If these people were really the evil soldiers summoned by Li Mu, then why didn't the evil soldiers dissipate after Li Mu died in the battle with the Tiger Bandits?

Unless Li Mu is not dead, but if he is not dead, why hasn't he returned to Lijiazhai yet?

and many more!

As Qian Shiying was supported by his servants and fled to the inner courtyard, a thought flashed through his mind like a sharp arrow.

He suddenly realized it!
It must be this kid Li Mu who set up a trap in secret to lure these people into the trap.

When there was a "disturbance" in Lijiazhai, Li Mu captured several bandits. He must have pried out clues from the bandits' mouths, implicated the gentry who acted carelessly, and finally implicated Qian Shiying and others. He then secretly searched for evidence and collected enough evidence.

The reason why Li Mu remained patient was to calm the hearts of the gentry and concentrate on dealing with the fierce tiger bandits first.

Then he would turn around and eliminate these scholars who were plotting secretly.

The fact that Li San and the others boldly attended the banquet was Li Mu's advance instruction before he set out on the expedition.

The boy knew that they would find an opportunity to attack, so he simply threw out a few pawns as sacrifices.

Taking into account the vague charge of "collaborating with the enemy" against Qian Shiying and others, Li Mu had the opportunity to capture them all in one fell swoop, confiscate their land and property, and finally distribute them to the poor to win over their hearts.

In this way, the poor people in half of the county will regard Li Mu as their adopted parent and will die for him!
"Ah! That's how it is!"

Qian Shiying was shocked by his own inference and broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that he had always been in Li Mu's trap and was being fooled without knowing it.

According to this logic, the county government and the militia have clearly lost a "leader" like Li San, but they still maintain their complete organizational strength.

This shows that Li San is not the leader at all, but a real abandoned person!
If they weren't the evil soldiers rumored, they had agreed on some kind of code and time in advance. For example, they would leave the banquet half an hour in under the pretext of going to the bathroom, or else they would conclude that something had happened and send their troops to attack the dinner invitees.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Qian Shiying opened his eyes wide, looking surprised to have become a high-ranking cabinet official.

He never expected that all his wise life would be deceived by a young man who deliberately disguised the image of being "stingy", "skinny", and "rough and martial".

In fact, he is a man of both civil and military talents, with great wisdom and strategy. He has kept these old guys who have been in the officialdom for many years in the dark with his careful planning.

Patience and planning, accumulation of strength, and luring the snake out of its hole, these tactics are all performed by experienced political strategists, and this kid Li Mu not only did it, but also used it as a chain of tactics.

Qian Shiying looked up and sighed. In terms of strategy alone, his defeat was not unfair at all.

If Li Mu was his son, the Qian family's future would be limitless. It's a pity that he is an enemy...

"kill!"

The servants of wealthy families were okay at fighting gangs, but they were helpless when they encountered organized military groups.

The servants of the Qian family who engaged in the head-on battle were stabbed to pieces by the spear array and were defeated and scattered after just one confrontation.

At this time, the armed cadres of the county government also rushed into Qian's house. When they saw the man in luxurious clothes, they raised their hands and slashed him with a knife. Even after knocking the man to the ground, they were still not satisfied and had to stab him dozens of times with the tip of the knife.

Some gentry bent over, cried and begged for mercy, claiming that if they were spared, they would give money and food to "sponsor" the county government and the militia.

"Even if I kill your whole family, I can still confiscate their property and make money!" As he said this, he slit the gentleman's throat to death.

Some people had red eyes and were killing people everywhere, some were howling and waving weapons at the air, and some were stepping on any pots and pans in the room.

"Zhang San" took a torch and killed his way from the front yard to the inner yard, then chased the fleeing servants to the wing rooms. He kept on fighting for half an hour, with blood splattering everywhere, without even blinking an eye.

He was so excited about killing that he felt hot all over, as if there was a little devil in his chest that was eager to break out.

"Who wants to fight me for another three hundred rounds?"

He kicked open the door of a small room and was greeted by the aroma of vegetables and grains.

He raised the torch to illuminate the area, and upon closer inspection, he spotted the outline of a stove. Inside the kitchen lay a variety of ingredients, but no sign of anyone.

As he turned to leave, he suddenly heard a slight clicking sound from inside the house. He immediately turned around and shouted, "Who! Come out!"

Zhang San pretended to have a firearm to threaten, "If you don't come out, I'll shoot you with a bird gun!"

"Don't, don't shoot!"

I saw three young men and women standing up tremblingly, one man and two women, all dressed in coarse clothes.

The two girls looked pretty and they both shrank timidly behind the man, as if they were afraid that the man would become beastly and rape them.

Whether it was the government troops or the bandits, once they entered a wealthy family, the first thing they would do was to have some fun with the pretty maids...

"Come here! Give me your right hand!"

As Zhang San spoke, he grabbed the left and right hands of the three girls one by one and squeezed them. They had thick calluses from doing manual labor, and the two girls did not have rouge and powder that ordinary young ladies could afford.

The two girls thought he was going to do something, so they started crying and struggling to escape. The man also stood in front of Zhang San, trying to stop him from doing evil.

"Hide behind the stove! You idiots, who can't see you hiding here?"

Zhang San slapped each of them and ordered them to hide in the corner of the stove.

The three of them were stunned by Zhang San's slap, and tears started flowing out of their eyes.

Although the three of them felt aggrieved, they knew that the person in front of them would not want to kill them, so they obediently hid in the corner of the stove.

Before Zhang San turned around and left, he stabbed the dead servant a few more times, then raised his sword and swung it on the door and the ground, leaving several blood stains.

In this way, the kitchen door was open and blood was splattered. Even if someone came in again, no one would search carefully, and no one would take advantage of the chaos to harm these three "fools".

Alas, Zhang San sighed briefly, thinking that he was becoming more and more immersed in the game. Seeing these humble servants, he couldn't help but feel pity for them.

After several hours, the Qian Mansion gradually became quiet, with only one or two terrified screams occasionally being heard.

All the armed servants and gentry attending the meeting in the mansion were beheaded, Master Qian was strangled to death by the player with a bowstring, and the ladies of the wealthy families were not spared either.

Zhang San was drinking tea and taking a nap on a chair in a side room. He heard the crying and begging for mercy coming from outside the house gradually fading away, and he realized that the suppression had come to an end.

He walked out of the wing room holding a scarred sword, and saw a group of servants kneeling on the ground.

As the mastermind of the evildoers, Qian's mansion was filled with dead men. Some were stabbed to death by swords and guns, some had their stomachs ripped open by sharp weapons, and some were stabbed to death by flying knives in the chaos. The entire mansion was filled with the bloody smell of death.

"Oh huh, a few cowardly wealthy families, forced by us, have revealed the names of those involved in the conspiracy. Some of our brothers have already led troops to confiscate their homes. Village cadres and players are also rallying the villagers to wipe out the lair of these troublemakers."

"Has Li San's body been found?"

"Found him in the main hall. Tsk, tsk, he's in such a miserable state, with bloody holes all over his body."

"Well, clean up his face. I want to do something when it gets light."

"Huh? What's the use of a corpse?"

“The dead are sometimes more useful than the living.”

(End of this chapter)