Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 118 The Ancient Greek God of Lurking

Yang Wenli crouched down and followed his brothers in front of him, quickly crossing the street and entering the narrow alley.

The full moon hanging high in the sky casts bright moonlight, and the dim night road seems to be covered with a silver veil.

From time to time, the sound of laughter and revelry from the people's houses could be heard, and the heavy footsteps of the patrolling government troops gradually faded away.

Yang Wenli began to regret having listened to No. 8's nonsense and personally participated in the operation.

The sweat caused by anxiety soaked through his clothes on his back. He tensed all his muscles to match the pace of the bosses' advance, and looked straight ahead, fearing that if he was not careful, he would bump into the back of the person in front of him, causing the rhythm to collapse and be discovered by the government troops.

Suddenly he saw number eight at the front of the line raise his left fist, and his teammates in front of him immediately stopped.

The sudden change in rhythm frightened him so much that his heart skipped a beat. His whole body felt like it was being pierced by an electric current. He tried his best to steady himself and stop, leaning forward slightly and then pulling his upper body back to shake off the sweat on his forehead.

The teammates pressed themselves against the groove of the door of the residential building, and Yang Wenli also tried hard to "embed" his body into the wall.

It turned out that the person blocking the road was a wealthy family. The man had gone to a friend's house for a drink and was so drunk that he had to be helped into a carriage by his servants to go home.

The sound of horse hooves and wheels attracted the attention of the patrolling soldiers. The two sides had an in-depth and friendly exchange, and then the drunken curses of the rich man were heard.

What a bad taste, you damn soldier, I can make you eat the military stick with just one word from you. I hear words like this all the time.

The pawns naturally did not dare to provoke the "connected people" and turned around and left in disappointment, but they disrupted the assassination team's advance.

Number Eight moved forward step by step, sticking close to the wall. He carefully stuck his head out to observe the backs of the government troops, and compared the relative distance between the enemy and himself in his mind.

After the enemy soldiers were out of a safe distance, No. 8 raised his hand and made a forward gesture, and his teammates immediately resumed their previous tactical movements.

Everyone walked as slowly as possible and kept their voices low, one after another, quickly crossing the street. Just around the corner was the backyard of the county government office.

Unless in special circumstances, the county government office generally does not have a back door. Therefore, when the combat team arrived at the county government office, they were blocked by a solid courtyard wall.

Yang Wenli originally thought that this was not over yet, and his brothers were going to go around the courtyard wall to the front door.

As a result, with a gesture from No. 8, the two groups of combatants quickly split into three groups. The first three people squatted at the foot of the wall and used their thighs as pedals.

The brothers behind him put away their weapons, rushed over, stepped on their teammate's thigh to gain leverage, and climbed up by grabbing the top edge of the courtyard wall with both hands.

The three of them squatted on the top of the wall, then held on to the top of the wall with their hands and lowered their bodies into the wall, landing on the ground with as little sound as possible.

The brothers outside the wall were not in a hurry to repeat themselves, but put their ears to the wall. Only after hearing three crisp knocks on the wall did they feel relieved that there were no enemy soldiers inside the wall.

Number Eight nodded to his brothers, and the teammates behind him quickened their pace and climbed over the wall one after another to the county government office.

Yang Wenli, who was not very skilled, was pulled up by the brothers squatting on the top of the wall.

Yang Wenli looked around from a high vantage point, and felt that his vision suddenly became clear under the moonlight.

The cold winter wind whistled in his ears, and he could see the authentic ancient buildings that were hard to see in reality.

The teammates who had entered the courtyard wall checked their weapons again. Number Eight met up with a few of his brothers and whispered, "Officials usually stay in the East and West Halls. Our team will be responsible for one side. If we find the county magistrate, we'll kill him. If he's the target of the mission, we'll keep him for now. There are also people in the three halls and wing rooms. Those who have finished their work should remember to finish him off."

"clear."

Number Eight led six people to the East Hall, and Robert led six people to the West Hall.

They walked through the rockery and pavilion together, then crossed an archway. Looking around, they saw the east and west flower halls, especially the east hall where the oil lamps were still on.

"Yang Wenli" bent over and tiptoed forward. The seven people slowly squatted in front of the door. They could even hear the laughter of women in the house. Judging from the tone of the voices, there were more than one person.

Yang Wenli couldn't help but curse inwardly as a beast. This official was actually engaging in group sex!

A player dipped his finger in saliva and poked a hole in the paper surface of the wooden door, observing the specific situation inside the house through the hole. He didn't want to watch a real-life action movie.

When the other players saw this, they thought there was something inside and followed suit.

It's a pity that several of them are under the age of 24. There is neither bloody mode nor adult content. All they see are blurry mosaics. Even the scratching sound that they could vaguely hear just now has been replaced by the Calabash Brothers theme song by the system.

At this time, a skinny young man in the team squeezed to the middle, took out two iron wires and inserted them into the gap of the wooden door.

He stirred it skillfully, as if picking up something that was originally stuck. Another player pushed it gently, and the two doors slowly opened inward.

The teammates quickly bent down and rushed into the room.

The interior structure of the flower hall is three and a half isolated rooms, with an eight-immortal table in the middle and incense burners embedded in the wall for worshiping gods and Buddhas.

There are beds and desks in the two rooms on the left and right. The people in the left room are already asleep, while the people in the right room are "doing their work" by the light of an oil lamp.

The seven people quickly split into two on the left and five on the right. Number eight led his brothers and crouched down to break into the right room. Before the three people on the bed could react, they suddenly appeared and put a sharp blade on their necks.

"Don't scream!"

The sudden intrusion of the villain frightened the inspector so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. The thick quilt slipped off his belly, and his belly full of fat swayed left and right.

The other two lovely concubines were also frightened and huddled in the corner of the bed. They were horrified and shy, and only after being seen by the players did they remember to cover their bodies with clothes and pull up quilts to keep warm.

The inspector reacted quickly. Although he was terrified, he mustered up the courage to say, "Are you seeking wealth, my dear men? I have money!" "Get dressed. We need you to do something for us."

"Okay, okay. Not to mention one thing, I'll do ten things." The inspector was sweating and quickly got dressed as the hero asked. Usually he was served by maids, but today he had to do it himself. It took him a long time to get dressed and he looked messy.

So the player had to let the two concubines put on their clothes first, and then tidy up the inspector's appearance.

Of course, the entire process of the concubine dressing was seen by players over the age of 24, who enjoyed a great visual benefit.

After the inspector had assumed a serious and dignified demeanor, Yang Wenli spoke up, "We want you to invite Zhang Xianzhong to a banquet in the name of a dinner."

Although Zhang Xianzhong's troops were stationed in the suburbs, he and a small number of his personal soldiers often lived in the city.

"Ah, but it's late at night. I can't invite him to the banquet without proper procedures." The inspector was still sweating, and the concubine beside him had to wipe the sweat off the master's face under the stare of the player.

"Just say you heard a rumor that the rebel Li Zicheng sneaked into Gucheng alone and took up residence at Zhang Xianzhong's residence, attempting to persuade the former Eight Great Kings to rebel again.

If they rebel again, they will kill all the officials, gentry, and guards in Gucheng. Even His Majesty, who is far away in the capital, has heard this rumor and ordered Governor Xiong to investigate the cause. You must listen to Zhang Xianzhong's defense in person so that you can defend him to the emperor.

"Ah, yes, yes. But how can I host a banquet in this state?"

The inspector immediately realized that these people might be knights who had a grudge against Zhang Xianzhong, and they came here to lure Zhang Xianzhong over by using the name of an official.

Inspector Lin had thought earlier about inviting Zhang Xianzhong and others to a banquet, and then using the toss of a cup as a signal to capture the bandit leader. Unfortunately, Governor Xiong never allowed it, so he did not put it into practice.

"Don't worry, just treat your guests as usual today."

Yang Wenli glanced at the hostages brought in from the left room.

They were the wife and daughter of the Imperial Inspector, who were tied up with ropes and stuffed in their mouths with smelly socks, unable to utter a word.

"If you are dishonest and try to report the news and harm the lives of my brothers, then the lives of your wives, concubines and children will be in danger."

"understand."

The inspector was flanked by two players and led to the second hall.

The other players temporarily hid behind the side door of the second hall. Another team responsible for the West Flower Hall also returned with bloody knives. All the hostages were placed in the corner of the wall, and anyone who went wrong would be killed immediately.

The inspector suddenly decided to wake up most of the servants, light the lamps and prepare the banquet. Although the servants were unhappy, they had to obey the master's order and get up to do the work.

In a short while, plates of steaming hot dishes were placed on the table.

The inspector sat upright in the main seat, his clothes soaked with sweat from his back.

He stared at the back wall of the lobby in front of him, expecting the familiar figure to appear. As long as the bad guys took revenge, he would be free.

"Yang Wenli", who was hiding behind the wall, would pop his head out from time to time to see if the invited man had arrived.

The heart in his chest beat faster, and Yang Wenli seemed to hear the roar of a motor vehicle's engine before starting.

He was not sure whether the man would come. Such a sudden banquet would most likely arouse suspicion. If the target did not come, his plan would be greatly reduced.

If Zhang Xianzhong came, this would be a brilliant plan that would kill three birds with one stone.

Force Zhang Xianzhong's troops to rebel and get rid of the most unstable peasant army leader in the late Ming Dynasty.

No matter how much the history books exaggerated, belittled, slandered, and abused the Eighth King, putting the blame for the Sichuan massacre on him, they also praised him highly, saying that he greatly shook the foundation of the corrupt Ming Dynasty's rule.

None of this can change the fact that Zhang Xianzhong suffered a mental breakdown and killed innocent people before his death in battle.

This is determined by his own irritable personality.

Once Zhang Xianzhong died, the four adopted sons would avenge their father and start a rebellion again.

The "Four-Man Group" headed by Sun Kewang might not kill indiscriminately, but they would definitely kill all the officials, gentry, and soldiers in the city, and at the same time avenge the stage for having its "hard-earned money" robbed.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps approached, and one could even hear the sound of iron plates rubbing against each other.

As expected, Zhang Xianzhong came, fully armed. Fortunately, the sword he carried with him was taken away by the guards at the gate.

"Yang Wenli" turned his head and looked at his teammates around him. They all looked at him with admiration and trust.

Those fiery gazes seemed to be saying: You are amazing, your evil plan really worked.

Yang Wenli turned his head and quietly looked at Zhang Xianzhong in the hall, thinking to himself.

Whether it is for the benefit of the people of Sichuan and Shu, or for the interests of the beggars and guides.

You, Zhang Xianzhong, must die today no matter what.

Die here!

(End of this chapter)