Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 12: Stop it, Boss, there are soldiers outside
Li Mu shook his head at the bandits who had surrendered temporarily. "How should I know you weren't colluding with the other men in the village to take my life?"

"How dare I! The entire Black Wind Village has gone to battle today. Your Majesty is so wise and powerful that he defeated the enemy with a small force. This shows that you are blessed by heaven!"

Even if the Black Wind Stronghold's band of henchmen managed to escape by chance, I'm afraid less than 10% of them have returned to the Black Wind Stronghold. If Your Majesty is worried about a trap, I am willing to personally lead the charge and fight for Your Majesty..."

The minions knelt on the ground, quietly waiting for the response from the victor.

Finally, that strong and steady voice sounded, "You, put down your weapons and helmets, only keep your shields, and obey his orders for now."

The little minions looked up in surprise, and the minions who had just surrendered put down their weapons obediently, leaving only a shield in their hands.

The new "boss" was really generous. He appointed him as the leader of fifty people right away.

"Now, I order you to capture Black Wind Village for me!"

"As ordered!"

Seeing that he had someone to back him up, the little minions immediately raised their heads, raised the corners of their mouths, and shouted loudly to all the minions to attack the stronghold.

Fifty surrendered soldiers were in front, and the small leader was behind. He turned his head to look at Li Mu behind him, hoping to get a smile or a nod of approval.

The game players followed the bandits around a forest path, and soon stopped in front of a stone wall. Sure enough, there was a small hole covered with gray cloth, which was large enough for three people to walk side by side.

Huang Zilong followed the surrendered soldiers deeper into the cave, and was met with an unpleasant, stink.

Tattered clothes were drying in the shade on rows of fences, and leftovers and dried blood stains were everywhere.

As expected, in Huang Zilong's eyes, the bloodstains were still pink. Could it be that the game was going to harmonize the blood?

The leading shield-wielding henchman soon met the first person in the village. The latter thought he was meeting a brother when they met. He was lamenting that two hundred brothers had gone out to fight, but less than 20% of them came back, when he was hit on the head by a shield.

"what!"

The younger brother was slightly stunned by the sudden attack, and a warm feeling flowed down his skinned forehead. When he saw a group of unfamiliar faces holding knives behind his former brothers, he suddenly realized what had happened.

The brothers who escaped back turned against us in the middle of the battle!
"Boss, someone is being killed..." The loyal minion turned around and tried to escape, but was pounced to the ground by his traitorous brother.

Even so, the alarm still reached Tiger Lord's ears. He quickly called out to the defeated soldiers around him and ran into the traitors from before.

The brothers who originally fought side by side have now become enemies.

"Master Hu, surrender. The soldiers outside the village are all from Yangjia Village. There is no room for them to stand on the ground, so they all squat on the trees. You can't run away!" The henchman who had just been promoted to captain shouted with all his might.

"You traitor! I didn't give you any food or wine, yet you dared to betray your brothers and tell outsiders the secrets!"

"Scholars say that a man who knows the current situation is a hero. If you surrender to the king, you will at least be in charge of a team of fifty men!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm going to fight you!"

Tiger Lord observed carefully and saw that the surrendered soldiers only had shields in their hands and no weapons. He thought that the evil Taoist really did not trust the "traitor who betrayed his brothers."

Lord Tiger immediately ordered his personal soldiers to fight with swords while forming a battle formation and rushing forward, so as to squeeze out the evil Taoist priests following the traitor.

Just as he was making a good plan in his mind, Tiger Lord suddenly saw something thrown from the air. When he looked closely, he saw that it was three clay pots with sparks coming out of them.

That's the demon's exploding pottery jar!
If such a crowded and densely packed queue fell into the explosives, both the people of Black Wind Village and the traitors who betrayed their brothers would suffer heavy casualties...

Tiger Lord immediately shouted "Oh no!" The pores of his hands and feet seemed to have released all the heat in an instant, and they felt very cold.

That damn evil Taoist wanted to blow up both groups of people!

Before he could turn and flee, three clay pots exploded. Shockwaves radiated outward, sending the nearest unlucky individual spewing blood and collapsing to the ground. Those nearby were pierced by the debris, or had their eardrums ruptured, temporarily losing their balance.

A queue of nearly a hundred people fell and spread out in all directions with the explosion as the center.

Huang Zilong only heard deafening shouts of killing coming from the front and back of him. All the players rushed forward with sharp weapons in hand, and no matter whether they were enemies or newly surrendered soldiers, they were all chopped to the ground.

"Why?"

The surrendered soldier who had just been appointed squad leader lay on the ground, a scar on his chest that had ripped through his clothes and torn his flesh...

He vomited a pool of blood and looked weakly at the expressionless "king".

I couldn't believe why the other party wanted to kill me.

Li Mu glanced at him coldly and nodded to the player next to him.

A player, his face covered in blood, raised his knife and stabbed the injured person on the ground in the chest, "Red names are weird!"

The ferocious killing ravaged all the living forces that stood in their way, and screams and spurting blood rang out one after another.

This could no longer be called a battle of equal strength, but rather a one-sided massacre.

Huang Zilong followed his brothers in the mountain stronghold, but he had not yet achieved any complete "battle merit", all of which were assists in killing.

Three assists are not worth one kill.

Huang Zilong was very anxious, but the brothers running in front of him were all "roll kings".

Not to mention the real enemies, even the "red-named" surrendered soldiers who had just surrendered and whose heads had not yet changed were harvested one by one as military merits.

"You've taken enough heads, give me one!"

Huang Zilong was about to snatch a bandit and stab him in the back, but the system prompted [Assist +1].

"Gan!"

Huang Zilong was so furious that he couldn't get the head, so he took some pots and boxes to vent his anger. He smashed everything he could, kicked and smashed them all, and even wanted to crush all the ants on the ground.

After he had vented all his anger, he turned around and found that there was no one within ten steps of him. He was in a crude little room, and there were faint sobbing sounds coming from the end of the room.

Huang Zilong walked forward with a knife in hand, and a row of fences blocking the entrance to a cave in the stone wall came into view. When he got closer, a group of ragged and shivering women came into view.

So Huang Zilong, who didn't get a single kill in the entire dungeon, got a very good merit ranking because he accidentally discovered an innocent woman who was hidden.

With the last bit of resistance gone, Black Wind Village officially fell into Li Mu's hands.

A total of one hundred women and hostages who were forcibly abducted were all untied and brought to the hall of the mountain stronghold.

They were tortured for many days and were almost unrecognizable. They could not even believe that they were rescued by good people. They thought that new bandits had replaced the old ones and were going to continue to torture them.

The Black Wind Village, which originally had more than 200 fighters, now has only about 20 survivors.

Li Mu ordered them to kneel in a row, and Lord Tiger, who was protected at the risk of his life by his personal soldiers, was among the survivors.

Li Mu sat upright on a tiger-skin rattan chair, looking down at the prisoners kneeling on the ground in rows.

"Later, I'll give you the same question. Whoever answers the slowest will have his head moved. Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)