Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 119 Kill
Zhang Xianzhong strode over and saw the inspector bathed in candlelight from a distance.

At first he was reluctant to attend the banquet as his left eyelid kept twitching. His wife and personal guards also advised him that the county government might be up to something by holding a banquet at this time.

But if he doesn't come now, he will be charged with "plotting evil" and he will have to rebel.

He has been recruiting soldiers and training them for several months.

Li Zicheng, who suffered a great defeat, did not die. He sent people many times to persuade him to raise the banner of rebellion again.

He also wanted to kill all the corrupt officials who demanded bribes from him, but many things had not been completed yet, so it was not convenient to start a rebellion.

He planned to revolt during the summer harvest next year. By then, he would have a strong army and sufficient food, while the government troops would be focused on the beggars. This would be a perfect opportunity for him to kill the government officials and then rebel again.

For now, I'd better just be perfunctory with the Inspector.

Zhang Xianzhong wore a red helmet, mountain-patterned armor, and arm guards, shoulder guards, and throat guards. His thick beard extended from his chin like a thick horsetail hanging in the air.

"Jingxuan..."

The inspector still had his signature fake smile on his face and raised his hand to signal Zhang Xianzhong to sit down quickly.

Zhang Xianzhong looked around in confusion, thinking that how could a banquet be held in a hall in the middle of winter? How could a few braziers warm up the half-open hall?
Before Zhang Xianzhong could choose a seat, more than 20 armed men suddenly rushed out from the small door at the back of the hall, as if they were going to surround him.

Zhang Xianzhong was startled, his facial muscles twisted and became ferocious, and his eyes looked at the inspector as if they were about to spit fire.

This guy actually set up a Hongmen Banquet to trick him into killing someone!
"Ahhh!"

Zhang Xianzhong roared, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and overturned the square table full of food, then took two steps forward and held the inspector hostage.

The slender chopsticks were like a knife against the inspector's carotid artery, and Zhang Xianzhong roared a few times towards the outside of the hall.

Unfortunately, the Second Hall was far away from the gate of the county government office. Even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, he could not summon the personal guards at the gate of the county government office.

Deep despair was like a big hand grabbing Zhang Xianzhong's throat. The heat in his body rose rapidly and then discharged from his pores with hot sweat.

"Lin Mingqiu, you bastard! If you try to take my life today, I will never forgive you!"

Zhang Xianzhong exerted great force with his right hand, and the chopsticks penetrated half an inch into the inspector's neck. Blood instantly seeped out and flowed down along the chopsticks drop by drop.

"No, it's none of my business. I don't know these people. They used my wife and daughter to threaten you and trick you into coming here."

The inspector was sweating profusely, his voice crackling with despair, and his long blue robe was rippling from his shaking legs.

Soon, liquid stains appeared on the hem of the robe. It turned out that the inspector was frightened to death by this scene.

Zhang Xianzhong didn't care whether these armed men were the inspector's personal guards or not. He just relied on his instinct to control the hostages, "Don't come over! Otherwise, I..."

Before Zhang Xianzhong finished speaking, he heard a sharp sound breaking through the air.

He subconsciously took a half step back. A crossbow arrow that was supposed to hit his throat hit his right shoulder instead. The arrowhead broke through the armor and penetrated into his flesh.

"Zhang Xianzhong!" A warrior holding a long mace rushed over with a roar.

Zhang Xianzhong endured the pain of being shot by an arrow, gripped the chopsticks tightly and inserted them into the neck of the inspector. Then he pushed the dying burden towards the oncoming enemy and ran towards the hall.

Unexpectedly, these warriors did not give him any chance at all, and several of them blocked his way with sharp blades in their hands.

But in a moment, more than twenty strong men surrounded him.

"Since you are not Lin Mingqiu's bodyguards, why do you want to kill me?"

"You deserve to die!"

A player suddenly attacked, swinging his sword at Zhang Xianzhong's head. Zhang Xianzhong quickly raised his forearm to block. The steel sword struck the arm armor with a crackling sound, and the blade sliced ​​through the armor and embedded an inch into the flesh.

Zhang Xianzhong retaliated with a fierce punch, causing the warrior's two permanent teeth to fly out with blood.

Players are not like the extras in movies and TV shows who have to attack the protagonist one by one. When they encounter a lone enemy, they will rush forward directly.

Zhang Xianzhong could barely fend off the deadly attacks from one direction, but he was completely unable to stop the weapons attacking from all directions.

The knife pierced his blocking right palm, the hammer hit his belly armor, and the mace smashed his helmet.

Another dagger was about to stab his eyes, but he grabbed the blade, blood oozing out through his fingers. The other party gripped the dagger tightly and pulled it back, actually cutting off one and a half of his fingers.

"Ahhh!"

Zhang Xianzhong cried out in pain, but an iron spike pierced his cheek, pierced his throat and passed through.

The blood overflowing from his throat gradually poured into his trachea, blocking his breathing. He couldn't even utter a complete word. Even though he had lost half his life, the warriors still swung their weapons and hit his flesh that was not protected by his armor.

Through the gaps between the "assassins'" heads, Zhang Xianzhong saw the starry sky.

Many years ago, he was a young man from an ordinary family. He lay in his own wheat field and looked up at the stars in the sky. The night view was so beautiful at that time.

It’s a pity that he will never see it again.

Zhang Xianzhong died.

"Yang Wenli" held the bloody sword in his hand and looked down at the dead Eighth King.

The leader of the Western Camp, who historically died in 1646, died at their hands eight years earlier.

During these few years, the Eight Kings will move to Sichuan, fight fiercely in Huguang, and fight in the Huaibei area for several years. Then they will return to northern Hubei to start a business belonging to Xiying, and then abandon all the territories of Huguang and go straight into Sichuan... If this is real history, then the players have activated countless butterfly effects, and no one knows how future history will go.

Fortunately, this is just a game and everything is still under the control of the game planner.

The roars and shouts of the chaotic fight attracted the attention of the yamen guards.

They arrived late and just walked through the first hall when they saw a bloody corpse in armor lying on the ground, and a familiar scholar lying in the second hall.

A sharp-eyed guard recognized the dead man lying on the floor beside the table and said, "It's the inspector!"

The guards immediately surrounded the twenty or so unfamiliar armed men and shouted, "You killed the inspector!"

Yang Wenli winked at the brothers who were about to take action, and then shouted to the guards, "Wait!"

"It was he who killed the inspector! Zhang Xianzhong!"

Yang Wenli pointed at the dead man with a smashed face, and then made up a story that these people were the personal guards of the inspector, who usually lived in the woodshed. Today, the master intended to ambush and kill Zhang Xianzhong at the banquet, so he called them out.

It’s a pity that Zhang Xianzhong was extremely vigilant. Not only did he come to the banquet wearing armor, he also took advantage of the chaos to kidnap and kill the inspector.

While the guards had not yet digested the information, Yang Wenli gave his brothers another look and made a click gesture.

"Now that the inspector has been killed by the bandit leader, and the bandit leader has also died a violent death, the most important thing is the tens of thousands of troops under the bandit leader. If we are not careful, you and I will be hacked to death by the chaotic soldiers!"

"What should I do?"

"What should we do?" Yang Wenli glanced at his brothers who had taken their positions, then whispered in the guard leader's ear, "Let's send you downstairs to see the inspector first!"

As soon as Yang Wenli finished speaking, he thrust his sword into the guard's abdomen. The other players also acted decisively, slaying the unsuspecting guards.

"What should we do now, Military Advisor Yang?"

Number Eight wiped the blood off his face and looked over. While the other players were finishing off the injured, they were also looking at Yang Wenli for advice.

Yang Wenli suddenly discovered that he had unknowingly become the strategic backbone of a group of bigwigs.

A feeling of pride filled his whole body, as if a blessing had come to his mind. A lot of inspiration came to him as he stared at Zhang Xianzhong's corpse.

"Go outside and see if there are any of Zhang Xianzhong's personal guards. Call them in—" Facing the puzzled looks of the players, Yang Wenli quickly added, "Tell them we're the soldiers Marshal Zhang paid a large sum of money to hire, specifically to be used during this 'Hongmen Banquet.' It's a pity we were too slow, and the guards had already killed the Marshal, so we had no choice but to kill the guards and the inspector to vent our anger."

"What should we do with the inspector's family? Should we let Zhang Xianzhong's personal soldiers come in and take action?" asked Rob Gilly.

"No, move them to the wing rooms and make them mistakenly believe that our superior is actually Sun Kewang."

"What do you mean?"

"Even if these family members die in the chaotic battles later, as long as they spread this rumor, it will plant a time bomb in the West Camp."

"Then it's the same if we get a few people to spread rumors."

"No, only the words of the people who experienced this night firsthand and the relatives of the inspector will have real weight and be believed by more people."

"Oh my god, you're a master at digging holes, and you're possessed by Ying, right?"

"Tsk tsk, what's going on in your head? Every time you open your mouth you tell me about traps and vicious schemes. If I were to become your enemy, I would be schemed to death by you." Rob Gilley held down Yang Wenli's head and shook it.

Yang Wenli didn't know where these plans came from.

It's like everyone has their own expertise. If you give a math genius a math test, he can get the correct answer by just looking at the questions and doing some random calculations.

When Yang Wenli saw several important figures and their current conflicts, he could immediately come up with the outline of a clever idea and then quickly perfect it.

Maybe this is talent.

It's just that this talent is difficult to show in modern society, but it is reflected in simulated ancient games.

The players did as Yang Wenli asked. The moment the guards saw the Marshal's body, they felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

At such a critical moment, the Marshal suddenly passed away. What will happen to the future of all the soldiers in the West Camp?
"It's all our fault for not being able to rescue you in time! It's all my fault! Let me repay the Marshal's kindness with my death!"

Yang Wenli raised the blood-stained sword and placed it against his neck, thinking that if he used multiple strategies in a row and then used death as an apology, he would be able to completely win the trust of Zhang Xianzhong's personal soldiers and infiltrate these twenty or so brothers into the West Camp.

And he could also draw his sword and commit suicide in the moonlight, leaving behind the most handsome picture and perfect curtain call——

He had no idea how many comments would appear after he edited a series of scenes into a video, added some background music that matched the atmosphere, and finally the picture slowly froze at the moment of suicide!

However, just as he raised his sword, before he could start cutting, he was knocked away by the Marshal's personal soldiers.

Yang Wenli roared in his heart, give me back the most handsome and exciting climax!

Seeing the bloody mark left by the blade on Yang Wenli's neck, the guards immediately believed it.

"The Marshal is dead, what should we do next?"

The personal guards were all soldiers who only knew how to guard the commander-in-chief and obey orders. They knew nothing about strategy and military matters.

"We shouldn't stay here for long. Return to the Marshal's residence and report to his trusted advisors. Then send someone out of the city to inform the Young Marshal of the Fourth Battalion of the situation."

(End of this chapter)