Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 125 It’s him, it’s him
"go ahead!"

A circle of shields slammed heavily onto the ground, like a solid foundation embedded in the earth, tightly blocking every gap that could allow the cavalry to escape.

"Thrust with spears!" Horus roared loudly, and hundreds of spears in the encirclement thrust out in unison.

Spears pierced the flanks, buttocks, and thighs of the war horses, and countless injured horses let out mournful screams in panic.

They ran around, jumped, and even stepped on the heads of enemies and friendly forces, trying to escape from this land of death, but they were all driven back to the center of the circle by the cold spears in the encirclement.

"go ahead!"

Horus continued to issue ruthless orders, and the wall of shields was like a ruthless bulldozer, advancing one step at a time, then another, stabbing the enemy to death step by step.

The ever-shrinking encirclement was like a hot knife scraping a huge piece of cheese, layer upon layer, dozens of people, and then dozens more. Every advance and shrinkage would kill dozens of people.

A warhorse that has lost its owner will be pulled out of the circle by a player with quick eyes and hands.

The corpses under the feet piled up more and more, and the players seemed to be stepping on an uneven mountain of flesh. The shield formation's forward pace began to become uncoordinated and chaotic.

The blood of humans and horses gathered into a river at the soles of their feet. From time to time, the sound of feet stepping on flesh and blood could be heard, and the hot blood spurting from the wounds covered the players' mouths and noses.

Players leaped over the bellies of warhorses, stepped on the corpses of Tartars, and stabbed spears and swords into the flesh of the enemy.

The overcrowded cavalrymen in the encirclement fell to the ground and had to struggle to get up and breathe fresh air in the closed environment. There were also bannermen and Han army flags mixed in with them who begged for mercy loudly.

They shouted in the Liaodong military dialect at the top of their lungs, roaring out bloody tones.

But the red name above the Tartar's head still remained. No player wanted to stop, only the cold and chilling command: "Forward!"

"Roar!"

The players roared cruelly and mechanically thrust out their spears that were stained slippery with blood. Anyone with a red name on their head would be killed!

"go ahead!"

"Roar!"

Blood-soaked despair flew everywhere, and the player spent more than half an hour to kill all the two-legged creatures in the encirclement.

At this time, the ground was already covered with the corpses of more than 200 queue soldiers, and more than 100 war horses had been "rescued" from the circle.

A large number of human and animal corpses were piled on the ground, and the blood seeping from their bodies dyed the surrounding snow red.

If you look down at the ground from a high altitude, it looks like a black mud circle smeared by white flowers, and the red center of the circle is like a giant's one eye.

The ground is clearly a bloody, horrifying and cruel scene, but in the eyes of the player's "harmony filter", it is harmonious colors such as oil, green, blue and gray.

"Hurry up and ride to catch some alive!"

Before He Lusi finished his order, a player dropped his spear and shield, grabbed the nearest warhorse and jumped on it.

In an instant, more than two hundred blood-soaked players rode on war horses and mules and rushed forward.

"We are the Henan government troops, and we are here to rescue you. Don't be afraid!"

They were like masters of hunting wild beasts, driving over hundreds of bannermen, Eight Banner slaves, and captured civilians.

"Fighting is awesome!" The 'Breakthrough Hand' clenched the steel knife and roared towards the sky in a climax-like manner.

His face was covered in blood, as if he had been soaking his head in a red dye vat. He casually picked up a ball of white snow and rubbed it on his face, thinking it was washing his face.

"It's a pity that such a spectacular slaughtering scene only has a harmonious filter..." Huang Zilong randomly chose a dead horse's belly to sit on, took off the gourd behind his waist and gulped down big gulps of water.

"It's better not to see the real scene. There are horrifying corpses everywhere. If you see it, you will definitely vomit." said "Wu Litou".

"Even if I could see it, I wouldn't want to watch it. My cartoon filter is still better. It doesn't feel like I'm playing a game history, but more like a cartoon animation." said "Jiang Xiaobai".

"What did I hear, a cartoon filter? Then what do the Tartars look like when you see them through a cartoon filter?" "Lu Xiaobu" came over with a package in his hand, took out one steamed bun after another and threw them to his good brother beside him.

Jiang Xiaobai took the steamed bread and placed it next to his mouth. After a moment of reflection, he said, "It looks like a pig-headed orc with fangs sticking out of the corners of his mouth. But it looks very cute, a bit like the old cartoon Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit. The blood splattering when it's injured is also colorful."

Ajie raised his hand and called up the system mall. The moment he saw the price, he was stunned. "Oh my god, this thing must cost a lot of merit points!"

"I usually don't suffer much combat damage, and I don't buy any weird items, so of course I have a lot of merit accumulated."

"As expected of a strong man who has won the title of 'Best Softie', one life of his can be more durable than three lives of others." Lu Xiaobu's tone was sour.

"What's the best wimp? I got the 'Cartilage Hammer' achievement for the most assists!"

"Jiang Xiaobai" retorted loudly and unhappily, and her coquettish expression made her look like a cute female player.

If it weren't for his character's short hair and his extremely elementary school voice, everyone would have thought he was a cute girl.

Zhang Xianzhong, who had quietly approached earlier, remained silent.

He turned his head to look at the corpse of the pigtail soldier.

The corpses under the "girly pink filter" are rag dolls, and the blood flowing from the corpses is the torn wool of the dolls. The innocent and romantic filter seems like the fairy tale world that girls love most.

Of course, Lao Zhang would not reveal his fetish.

Sweet and lovely music was playing in his ears, and there was a sweet and soft girlish pink filter in his eyes. He felt like he was playing "Love in Late Ming Dynasty". "Zhang Xianzhong" just felt that his head was itchy after the battle and he wanted to grow twin tails.

"Your Majesty!"

Hundreds of captured prisoners were ordered to kneel five steps away from the corpse. They did not even dare to look up at the bloody corpse.

The people who regained their freedom were placed in front of the mule and horse caravans to replenish some clean water and food.

The captives and civilians all saw the pile of corpses covered in blood and flesh, and they all stared at the Black Flag Army in shock.

Although the people were afraid, deep down they had a sense of awe and admiration for the strong. With the protection of such a powerful government army, their safety was assured.

The captives' eyes were filled with horror and fear as they looked at the murderer.

The captives did not understand why this Black Flag Army from Henan was so cruel to the Qing soldiers, surrounding the enemy into a desperate situation and refusing to let them go even if the enemy kowtowed and begged for mercy.

The Tartars had never entered Henan, so how could they possibly have a mortal feud with the Henan government, the army, and the people? It was like a deep-seated hatred, like someone had dug up their ancestral graves, a determination and murderous intent to annihilate the enemy...

The Black Flag Army chopped off the heads of all the queue soldiers and tied them to spearheads, just like hunters catching hares and carrying them home on wooden poles.

The slaves of the Eight Banners can be let go for the time being and brought back to the main base to work as miners. Most of them are poor people from Liaodong and the inland areas who were abducted by the Eight Banners. They were forced to serve as "human cattle and horses" for the Eight Banners and Baoyi in all the battles they fought in.

It was different for the Baoyi. Although they were slaves in front of the Eight Banners, they could be regarded as vassals of the Eight Banners and were not comparable to ordinary Han slaves.

Since most of the captured prisoners were bondservants, there must be some who could speak the Liaodong military language.

"Are there any Manchu, Mongolian, or Han Eight Banners left here? Anyone who can tell me will be spared!"

"Him! He... and him!"

One of the baoyi immediately became alert and pointed out several elite pigtail soldiers in succession. Several other baoyi began to identify the slave owners.

"Very good, I'll give you some steamed buns - wait a minute!"

He Lusi hurriedly stopped the players who were eager to try. If he had not spoken quickly enough, several Eight Banners soldiers would have been killed.

"Is there anyone who can speak Mongolian? Chat with them for a few minutes and ask them where the main force is and how many troops they have."

At that time, there were a large number of Mongolians mixed in the Eight Banners, and they were also the main cavalry force of the Jiannu.

Whenever you see elite cavalrymen who are good at riding and shooting, most of them are ruthless people from Mongolia or Haixi Jurchen.

The Jianzhou Jurchens were not good at cavalry warfare. At best, they were good at riding and heavy infantry, and a few cavalrymen occasionally used horse archery.

At this time, several players came out and spoke in authentic Mongolian, which surprised the Eight Banners soldiers.

The Eight Banners soldiers looked shocked and surprised, as if to say, "You, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have betrayed the Qing Dynasty?"

The Eight Banners soldiers stiffened their necks and uttered some harsh words, and also scolded the players who could speak Mongolian.

Can players tolerate it?

After the online war of words, the players instantly spewed out countless obscenities, which made the Eight Banners soldiers marvel repeatedly that there were actually such various ways of cursing.

These Eight Banners soldiers were so angry that they groaned and wished they could turn into wild boars and charge forward to the death.

"Hehe, let me give them something cruel." A player led several brothers to strip off the clothes, shoes and socks of the Eight Banners soldiers, and prepared for the torture.

"Well, ask again now."

We know that the commander of your Qing right wing army is Yue Tuo. We will tell you his total strength and location to satisfy you.

Don't even think about it

"He said you were an idiot and he didn't want to talk to idiots," the translator said.

"Okay, you look down on me, right?" The player immediately took out an iron clamp and pulled out the Eight Banners soldier's toenails.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Eight Banners soldier screamed in pain, he never expected the enemy to torture him in such a cruel way.

"Pull out again!"

One toenails after another were pulled out, and the Eight Banners soldier almost fainted from the pain. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"He said you hadn't eaten, and even if you scraped his flesh and blood off him, he wouldn't give in!"

"Okay! You're awesome!"

After the toenails are removed, sharp bamboo nails are inserted.

Just when the player was about to pull out his fingernail, the Eight Banners soldiers finally couldn't hold on any longer.

I say, I say

The left wing army has 35,000 combat troops, over 200 miles to the northeast. The right wing army has 40,000 combat troops. The right wing army has gathered 30,000 auxiliary troops 70 miles from here and is planning to encircle and annihilate your commander. Give me a quick death.

"..." The player who heard the information quickly repeated it word for word.

"Could that commander-in-chief be Lu Xiangsheng, the commander-in-chief of the Royalist Army?"

"That's him!" "I remember that historically, Lu Xiangsheng had fewer than 10,000 troops, maybe only around 7,000 or 8,000. Even Gao Qiqian, with tens of thousands of troops, didn't dare to come to his rescue, leading to Lu Xiangsheng's death in battle."

"Why don't you go and rescue them?"

"Let's do it."

At He Lusi's command, the players who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, like hungry students rushing to the cafeteria when the bell rang.

They frantically "divided" the corpses of the Eight Banners soldiers like a group of zombies eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Players who got military merits raised their heads happily, while those who didn't got them beat their chests and sighed.

The player suggested that the people go to Linqing for shelter, and told the governor on the city wall that it was their Black Flag Camp who suggested it.

The bondage prisoners were beaten to death on May 1st.

The poor slaves were left behind to serve as laborers for them.

"Let the captives do some renovations on these mule carts sent by the governor! Everyone, rest here and recover your strength. Once the vehicles are renovated, we will continue on and kill the Tartars!"

He Lusi glanced at the mule cart he brought with him. The "side compartment" had already been modified, and the secret weapons piled on the cart had not been used yet.

After all, who would use a trump card on a group of little Karami right from the start?

(End of this chapter)