Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 126 God, can you let me feel it?

On the snow-covered ground, a strong warrior floated up and down between the mounds and flat land, with mud and snowflakes splashing behind his feet.

He was wearing a pure white cloak, his head was wrapped in white cloth, he had a sword on his waist, a sword in his hand, and three javelins on his back.

Stormrat heard heavy breathing coming from beside him, and more and more of his companions were crouching past him.

The players sprinted silently, like a hundred snowmen sprinting across the white snow. Their panting voices drowned out the patter of their footsteps, leaving behind a muffled, wheezing sound.

Surprisingly, not a single person made any insignificant noise during the rapid march of more than a hundred people.

Suddenly, the leading player raised his arms, and the "stop" sound was transmitted to the back by the teammates in the front row. The players farther away fell to the ground one by one, centering on the sound wave.
The Storm Rat seemed to have hit a hard wall of air head-on, and it suddenly stopped and lay down in the snow.

He tried hard to gather the snowflakes to his side, stuck out his butt, and disguised himself as a stone covered in white snow.

The "Liu, Guan and Zhang" at the front crawled forward diagonally for a hundred steps until they reached the leeward side of a slope, then they carefully grabbed the top of the slope and stuck their heads out.

Within the field of view of the monocular telescope, several Tatar soldiers were taking a rest in a dilapidated village.

The villagers were lying in all directions, covered with a thin layer of snow. They must have been dead for some time.

Liu Guanzhang put down his telescope and turned to look at the players crawling over to the side. "These should be the Tartar scouts guarding the surroundings. The enemy's main force is not far away."

One man's head fell to the ground as if his cervical vertebrae had been broken upon hearing this. A moment later, he raised his head, clung to the thick snow, and said, "They said we should do our best to eliminate this scout team."

"Row."

Liu, Guan and Zhang crawled back to discuss tactical plans with their brothers.

Judging from the current situation, the enemy has not sent any detachment against the Black Flag Camp - those escaped queue soldiers do not seem to have returned to the main camp in time, perhaps because they lost their guide and got lost in the snow.

The purpose of this outpost battle is to destroy the enemy scouts, cut off the enemy's control of our movements, and then catch the enemy's main force off guard.

The basic idea is that all outpost players crawl forward, shorten the fighting distance, and then stand up and charge, making sure to kill the scout's horse with one blow to deprive the enemy of its mobility.

A scout who has lost his warhorse cannot return to report the news, so the player can kill him however he wants.

Liu, Guan and Zhang originally thought that crawling hundreds of steps was very boring and not many players were willing to participate.

Unexpectedly, my friends were so enthusiastic.

They felt that the opportunity to slaughter the Tartars at close range was rare, and they also felt that crawling through the snow gave them the cool feeling of being agents carrying out an important mission.

So more than a hundred people signed up to join the battle, like little turtles crawling out of a hole in the beach, moving forward slowly bit by bit.

If the character's muscles are tired, then stop and take a rest. If you see the Tartar looking over here, the players will lie on the ground motionless.

The distance was only a few hundred steps, but the players managed to crawl thousands of steps and finally surrounded the Tartars before they could become alert.

With a clear whistle, more than a hundred players stood up in rows like rolling waves.

"Enemy attack!"

The Tartar was so frightened that the dried meat in his hand dropped to the ground. More than a hundred living people suddenly appeared in the snow, which was more terrifying than talking branches!

"Die, you Tartar dog!"

"Storm Rat" took the lead, wielding two axes and chopping at the shoulders of the braid soldier. The sharp axes broke through the shoulder guard and penetrated into the flesh and bones, splashing two streams of blood.

Even though the Tartar fell to the ground with his head raised, he still swung his axe to chop the enemy's chest, abdomen and head, wanting to chop the enemy into meat paste, just like an old butcher chopping meat for sale.

But there were few "pigs" and many people, and more than a hundred people could not hunt down more than ten Tartars.

In less than a moment, the players chopped the wild boar skin into meat paste and cut off the head to kick it like a ball.

The Tartar scouts were all equipped with two horses, but none of them were lucky enough to escape on horseback. The remaining eighteen good horses were gladly accepted by the Black Flag Battalion.

The Tatar outpost was successfully cleared, and the enemy's "reconnaissance" in this direction was blind.

If the information provided by the captives is correct, the Qing soldiers should be surrounding the Ming army and fighting an encirclement and annihilation war, so they are in a formation with their focus on the interior.

They never imagined that there were Ming troops who dared to fight, breaking through the scouts' alert and attacking them from behind.

Liu, Guan and Zhang looked at the players who were playing football, then turned their heads to look at the northwest sky. It was time to see the true strength of the Tatar main force.

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On the morning of the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Xiangsheng, who had not slept all night, walked out of the military tent. The open space between the tents was covered with deep snow.

He was as sturdy as a military commander, wearing heavy armor, a silver-gray helmet on his head, and a red tassel on the top of the helmet. The linen clothes of mourning could be vaguely seen through the gaps between the armor.

His father died half a year ago. He wanted to return home to mourn his father, but His Majesty forced him to stay and defend against the invading Eastern Tartars.

Enduring the pain of losing his father, he led various armies to fight against the Eastern Tartars, with both sides winning and losing.

However, you all fear the enemy like a tiger and say that we cannot fight the Eastern Barbarians in the open.

Even though Gao Qiquan, Chen Xinjia and others commanded tens of thousands of soldiers in total, they did not dare to fight against the 10,000-strong vanguard of the Eastern Tartars. They could only sit and watch as the Eastern Tartars looted villages and killed civilians.

Not only that, they seemed to have the intention of excluding him and deliberately hindered Lu Xiangsheng's troops and food supplies.

Originally, Lu Xiangsheng commanded 25,000 elite soldiers, but a piece of military intelligence here sent thousands away, and a warning there led to the loss of thousands more. By the time he followed the Eastern Tartar south to Julu, his total force was reduced to 7,000.

With such a large force, it would be difficult to win a battle, let alone protect oneself.

He climbed up the watchtower of the main camp and looked around. The flags of the Eastern Tartars fluttered in the wind. Tens of thousands of Qing soldiers surrounded the place layer by layer, and the 7,000 government troops had become trapped beasts in a cage.

He turned his head and looked towards the southwest. The scouts sent to the southwest had not yet brought any reinforcements.

Gao Qiquan commanded 30,000 infantry and cavalry of the Guanning Army, but did not dare to fight a field battle with the Eastern Tartars.

If he were defeated, how could Gao Qiquan survive on his own? He would still be defeated one by one by the Eastern Tartars, and the overall situation would be ruined!

Lu Xiangsheng sighed deeply, knowing that the Eastern Tartars had deployed such a formation, and were determined to annihilate him.

Even if he luckily led his troops out successfully, he would still be executed by His Majesty on the grounds of "defeat and incompetence".

Lu Xiangsheng sighed secretly, it seemed that this was the place where he would die.

He walked down from the observation deck.

The soldiers who came out of the tents one after another gathered around him, looking at him with confusion, panic, expectation and fear.

The tragic news of being surrounded by the Eastern Tartars kept the entire army awake all night. They looked pale and exhausted.

Looking at the complicated expressions of these people, Lu Xiangsheng thought to himself that he was like a sinner who was pushing thousands of good men to their deaths.

Unfortunately, these soldiers who followed him to fight were all elite soldiers and generals recruited and trained by him, who had come through the sea of ​​blood.

When he thought about how these people were unable to break out and died with him in Julu, and how many families would have to wear mourning clothes, he felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.

Lu Xiangsheng felt his knees go weak and his eyes get hot, as if something hot was about to burst out.

He knelt down in front of the soldiers and denounced himself for being incompetent and reckless, leading the soldiers into death.

He begged the soldiers to fight their way out of the encirclement and escape for their lives, ignoring him, a useless and mediocre general.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers all knelt down, unwilling to accept General Lu's gift, nor willing to abandon the general and escape on their own.

Many of the soldiers in the army came from the Tianxiong Army. They were relatives, friends, and nephews of the three prefectures of Daming, Guangping, and Shunde, and could be called the soldiers of Zhili.

They have followed Lu Xiangsheng in battles for many years and have long regarded Lu Shuai as a family member.

If the coach wants to fight to the death, they will fight to the death. If the coach cannot escape, they will live together.

The Eastern Tartars attacked.

They forced the people and slaves to serve as front-line cannon fodder, consuming the Ming army's arrows and guns.

The elderly, the weak, women and children were tied up with ropes to form rows of wavy human walls. They cried, begged for mercy and screamed. The people were all in tattered clothes and had disheveled hair. Many people simply walked barefoot in the snow, their faces turning blue with cold.

Even if they stepped on gravel and fell to the ground, taking others with them, they would be forced to get up by the brutal Eastern Tartars with swords and knives.

When the "meat shields" were driven to a very close distance, the soldiers of the Tianxiong Army could even see the faces of their families and hear the voices of their relatives and friends.

"Damn Tartars!"

Veins bulged on the soldiers' faces, their eyes were wide open, and their jaws were so tightly closed that their teeth were almost broken.

The family ties and friendships of the past made it difficult for them to shoot arrows and fire bullets, but for the safety of their fellow comrades, they had to face their own hearts.

A general from Shunde Prefecture had bloodshot eyes and tears were rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

His parents, sister and brother were all trapped in the "human shield wall", and their shrill cries for help and mercy were heartbreaking.

He suppressed his grief, gritted his teeth, drew his bow, drew his arrow, and shot the first arrow, only to watch the arrow penetrate the chest of an innocent man.

"kill!"

The soldiers cried and yelled, and were forced to shoot their own relatives and friends with their own hands - because there were enemy soldiers mixed in the team, if they were allowed to easily come in, the camp would be broken down in a moment.

When the Ming army's guns and arrows were almost exhausted by the civilians and armed slaves, the Eastern Tartars launched a fierce attack with the Eight Banners soldiers, accompanied by their bondservants and more slaves.

The soldiers of the government army were filled with grief and indignation, and their morale was high, but no matter how powerful the warriors were, they could not withstand the siege from all sides.

Lu Xiangsheng, who was supposed to be in command, had to draw his sword to fight. Arrows were flying overhead, and shouts of killing, pleas for mercy, sounds of blood spurting, and gunpowder exploding were ringing in his ears.

Good men kept dying in battle, and before they died they would call out for their parents, or even the name of their commander.

However, it was the resolute attitude of these soldiers that made Lu Xiangsheng feel more and more guilty and uncomfortable.

He seemed to hear the whisper of "Governor, my father and uncles served under you in the past", which stabbed and cut his chest like a knife, stirring up chaos.

He finally understood Xiang Yu's feelings when he was unwilling to cross the Yangtze River.

The families behind these soldiers can kill them with just a greeting, a smile, or a look.

Lu Xiangsheng used all his strength to chop at the Tartars that rushed towards him, and a strong hope surged in his desperate heart.

How he wished that the so-called gods and Buddhas in the sky would appear and save his poor soldiers!
(End of this chapter)