Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 107 He once remained rational in a state of extreme anger
Chen Hongfan, the general guarding the east gate, was familiar with these staff members and officials.

Previously, they led the carriages out of the city, and that was the day when Chen Hongfan was in charge of guarding the East Gate. It wasn't even a few days ago that they returned.

However, he did not lower the drawbridge and open the east gate of the city immediately.

The beggars in the south were becoming more and more powerful, and Runing City had to impose intermittent lockdowns and martial law. Teams entering the city were strictly checked, and those with unfamiliar accents had to be guaranteed by people in the city before they could enter.

The night attack on the south bank of the Huai River left Chen Hongfan with a psychological trauma of "fear of beggars", and also caused other generals to suffer from mild "thief phobia".

He was afraid that elusive beggars and thieves would sneak into the grain transport team, just like a worker is afraid that when he gets home and opens his wardrobe, a dozen American cockroaches will flap their wings and fly out.

After Chen Hongfan and his staff repeatedly probed and questioned them, they finally confirmed that there was nothing unusual about the 300-man team. Then they shouted loudly towards the wall, "Open the city gate!"

With a command, the drawbridge lowered to connect the road section between the moats, the first iron gate slowly rose, and three hundred people on horseback and in carriages crossed over.

Three hundred friendly troops entered the city wall in an orderly manner. Chen Hongfan looked down at the team.

They were either riding war horses, or driving carts, or following the grain transporters and moving forward steadily. Each of them had a shield hanging on his back, and half of the riders had bows and crossbows and quivers hanging on the sides of their horses.

Chen Hongfan just felt it was a little weird.

The murderous aura of this friendly force was so strong, as if every member of the army was carving a bloody path through a sea of ​​corpses and blood, their bodies filled with a murderous aura that was intimidating without even being angry.

The infantry formations were too orderly, their uniform steps hitting the ground like two crisscrossing steel whips striking the earth.

They did not look like guards "trained" by officials, but rather like a strong army carefully trained by Confucian generals.

However, the famous "Qin Army" was taken to the capital by Governor Hong to defend the king, so it is impossible for them to appear here.

More importantly, the civil officials did not ride in carriages or on horses, but were surrounded by a dozen fierce infantrymen.

Several infantrymen were even too close to the officials, as if they were pushing them away.

A premonition that something was wrong flashed through his mind. Before the second city gate opened, Chen Hongfan suddenly heard a civil servant below yelling at the top of his lungs, "They are beggars! Don't open the city gate!"

Chen Hongfan was startled and quickly asked people to stop opening the door. The second gate fell heavily to the ground with a swish.

"Damn it, are you just going to endure humiliation here?" 'Bison' immediately clenched his knife and stabbed the man in the back several times. Then he heard the temporary captain yell loudly, "Retreat!"

But just as the captain's voice rang out, the first iron gate crashed down with a thud, embedding several inches into the groove in the ground. The group of players were trapped in the city wall by two iron gates.

"Fire arrows!"

"Shield!"

The commanders of both sides shouted loud orders, and three hundred players immediately dismounted, took off their shields, and formed a turtle formation under the cover of carriages and trucks.

However, the government troops on the city wall hesitated for a moment because of the presence of mid-level officials in the city wall.

It was Chen Hongfan's roaring and repeated orders that forced the soldiers to strengthen their will, draw their bows, and shoot more than a hundred arrows.

The unprotected staff officer was shot and fell to the ground, with the arrowhead making a clanging sound as it stuck to the shield.

Bison held up his shield to withstand the impact of the arrows, while inching back towards the carriage. The replaced gravel in the straw bag seemed to give him a sense of security.

"What should we do next?" Some players screamed loudly. In this desperate situation where they were blocked from both sides, they couldn't even find an opponent even if they tried their best.

Even if they could use their shields to block the arrows at the moment, everyone knew that they would be exhausted to death in the city sooner or later.

"Don't give up so easily, we are not completely defeated yet!"

While speaking encouraging words, teammates hummed a passionate war song before the battle. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was the theme song of a passionate anime drama. It was quite exciting.

"Singing so passionately and we can't reach the enemy, it's making my brain explode!"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot the enemy down from the wall!"

When Bison heard this, he turned around and saw a teammate drawing his bow and arrow, so he carefully raised his shield and moved over to provide some protection for his teammate.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew out, followed by a shrill scream, and a heavy object hit the ground with a crisp sound of broken bones.

"Well done, keep shooting! Even if we have to replace two for each person, we have to replace six for them..."

The captain's voice stopped abruptly. Bison looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the captain was shot in the neck by an arrow that had passed through the gap in his shield. Blood gushed out like a burst water pipe.

"After I die, you can use my body as a shield..."

The captain struggled to support his body, and used his last bit of strength to grip the spear tightly and thrust it towards his chest, trying his best to form an angle between his body and the ground to block the arrow.

"Captain!" someone cried out in tears.

The bison looked at the sky through the gap, and the narrow blue sky was like the perspective of a dry well.

The "wellhead" was surrounded by ferocious archers, desperately pulling their bowstrings to shoot arrows, then pulling their bows again, or throwing gravel down...

"It's an honor to fight with you Cyber ​​brothers until the very end. Perhaps today is the day we die, but our heroic deeds today will always be remembered. Together we crossed the Dabie Mountains and the Huai River, and weaved through huge crowds of people..."

The player was playing the role of a lone general fighting to the death, and was giving a passionate and emotional speech before the final battle, but as he was speaking, he strayed from the topic and started singing unknowingly.

"Stop being so sentimental! Your savior is here! Ding ding ding ding!" The player with the name 'Zhou Jinyin' hanging above his head suddenly took out three thick sticks from his trouser pocket.

That look of pride and joy was just like that of a blue, round-faced fat man taking out a new gadget from his four-dimensional pocket.

"What is this?" the player next to him asked, holding up his shield.

"Quickly escort me to the gate. You'll see the Savior's abilities later!"

Although the players had no idea what this guy was up to, they still took a desperate approach and escorted him close to the gate with shields full of arrows. From time to time, players were shot down by arrows and could never get up again.

The special team stepped over the bodies of their teammates and approached the gate. Zhou Jinyin handed two thick sticks to his teammates, and told them to hold them steady with both hands, aim at a certain part of the gate, and then slowly draw the predetermined trajectory.

The tinder alone was not enough, so Zhou Jinyin decisively tore off a piece of his sleeve and lit it with the tinder, and then used open flames to burn the tops of the three thick sticks.

The three thick sticks seemed to be activated by magic, and they quickly spewed out a ball of light and smoke, and then spewed out bright flames at an extremely fast speed.

"Could this be? Aaaaaaaaaa!" The players who witnessed everything screamed in excitement.

"Yes, it's thermite reaction! I also added potassium nitrate to increase the power."

"Fuck!"

The players were stunned. They never expected that their teammates could pull out three thermite rods in such a desperate situation.

You have to know that the high temperature released by the thermite reaction is enough to melt most metal products of this era, let alone a mere iron door.

"Where the hell did you get the aluminum powder? Aluminum smelting technology hasn't been developed yet in this era!"

"Do you remember the cans of Coke that were sold in the system mall?"

“Oh—the cans are made of aluminum!”

The players suddenly realized and regretted why they had not thought of such a simple killer weapon.

The must-have artifact for time travelers that I usually get is forgotten after getting it, but I didn’t expect that this person would remember it in his heart and use it in the critical moment.

A group of players secretly admired him and thought he was the one who deserved to be so awesome.

The three balls of fire cracked the heat-resistant earthen pipes, burned the hands holding the rods, and at the same time, they wantonly scratched three scorching gashes on the hard iron gate, just like a hot steel knife easily cutting tofu.

There were only two metallic clicks, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the heavy iron gate that blocked everyone's retreat, enough for two people to travel side by side.

The six hands that held thermite rods to pave a way for their brothers to survive were now left with only blackened severed limbs.

"Brothers! We will always remember the sacrifices you three made! Charge! Get out of the city!"

More than two hundred players rushed out of the cage, roaring and shouting excitedly. They first dived into the moat and swam for a while, then climbed up the shore dragging their wet bodies.

Even though this place was still within the range of arrows shot from the wall, they still opened their arms to embrace the world, like a free man who had escaped from prison and was bathing in a rainstorm.

"I am free!"

As soon as the shouting player finished his words, he felt two impacts on his body.

He turned his head and saw two arrows swaying slightly stuck in his back. He was so angry that he immediately raised his middle fingers to the wall and said, "Chao!"

The unlucky players fell to the ground with their heads raised, but there were more lucky ones who escaped.

"Bison" and the others ran all the way to a safe distance before sitting on the ground to recover their strength.

They survived, it was like they had experienced a thrilling escape, it was both dangerous and exciting.

Although their wet bodies were being attacked by the cold winter every minute, they were happy.

The bison sitting on the ground turned around and spread its legs towards the city wall, just like Jing Ke, the assassin, expressing his contempt for the King of Qin before his death.

"Hahahahahahaha!" The teammates pointed at the guards on the wall and laughed, as if to say that your city wall is nothing special.

Some people felt that it was not fun enough, so they took off their pants to reveal their "mushrooms" and urinated a stream of light yellow liquid. Other players followed suit and sprayed insulting liquid at the guards in the distance.

"Grandpa, I'm just here for a visit. There's no need to leave the city to see you off! Hahahahahahaha!"

The players' laughter reached Chen Hongfan's ears.

He watched helplessly as more than two hundred "remnant soldiers" used an evil method and somehow created the Samadhi True Fire to burn through the solid gate.

Even if the iron gate was hit by a battering ram as thick as a man, it would take a lot of effort, but the beggar thief easily poked the gate open like poking window paper.

Is this still a human being?

Although Chen Hongfan was extremely skeptical, facts spoke louder than words, and hundreds of soldiers surrounding the city wall witnessed the "miracle" with him.

The beggar thief really has a master with magical powers who is secretly helping him!

Even after more than ten days of renovation and reinforcement, Runing City was like paper in front of the Samadhi True Fire.

Then what is this city defending?
(End of this chapter)