Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 129 I'm Already Honest, Please Let Me Go
The Ming army surrounded in Jiazhuang became agitated.

The Ming army in Jiazhuang had already seen the reinforcements coming with flags, but there were too few of them and they were unable to cooperate.

It was not until a mere 2,000 Ming troops turned the world upside down and over 10,000 Jiannu troops were able to stand firm on the earth that the fire of hope suddenly ignited in the hearts of the government troops.

Seeing that there was hope of breaking out, Yang Guozhu and Hu Dawei successively asked the commander-in-chief to break out together towards the location of the enemy's flag. If they were lucky enough to defeat the enemy's center army, they would be able to turn defeat into victory in one fell swoop!
Lu Xiangsheng, who was relatively good at internal affairs, knew that opportunities for battle were fleeting, and he also knew that this veteran general was much better at fighting than him.

So he immediately encouraged his soldiers, and all the infantry, cavalry and auxiliary troops rushed out.

the goal--

The enemy's central army banner!
Thousands of soldiers, hoping for victory, rushed out in droves, roaring like wild beasts as they charged towards the Qing army's central camp.

Tan Tai thought it was bad, the besieged Ming army still had thousands of fighters, and there was a chance to either fight to the death or break out.

If the Ming army were to crush the undermanned central army in one fell swoop, not only would the Qing Dynasty's victory, which was within its grasp, turn into a defeat, but the lives of the commander-in-chief and deputy commander-in-chief would also be in danger!

If Yue Tuo, the commander of the right wing army, died, all the generals and officers accompanying the army would be severely punished.

Tan Tai was ordered to besiege 2,000 Ming troops but failed to capture them. He was likely to be regarded as the culprit of the collapse of the entire army and sentenced to death.

The fear of being executed made him lose his mind. He did not even have time to call back the thousands of cavalrymen in the distance, but gathered the nearest Eight Banners infantry and cavalry to immediately return to support the central army.

Those retreating bannermen also found reasons to return to the rescue and followed Gushan Ezhen back to the central army.

The Qing army's unusual movements were noticed by players who were always paying attention to the enemy situation.

"Sula" sat on a triangular ladder, three arrows stuck in his heavy armor. Anyone who didn't have a few arrows stuck in their armor in this battle would be embarrassed to claim any merit.

Su La reported to He Lu Si below, "The surrounded Ming army has moved! It seems they have discovered our presence and are cooperating with us in the battle!"

"Very good! Now we are trapped from both sides. I will lead the team to attack!" He Lusi roared, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

He pulled out the black military flag and raised the cement flowers, but he was stopped by "Huang Chao" after taking a few steps, and the black military flag was also taken away.

"You're the commander hand-picked by our commander. Why don't you stay here and hold your ground? Why are you running off to show off your abilities? Leave this dangerous flag-carrying mission to me. I'm not afraid of getting tired!"

"Sula," sitting on the triangular ladder, reminded, "Don't forget, the target of this battle is Aixinjueluo Yuetuo. Capturing him will be a great achievement!"

"He's riding a warhorse. How can we, two-legged infantrymen, chase him?" Huang Chao said. "It would be enough if we could rescue Lu Xiangsheng."

A flash of inspiration suddenly struck He Lusi, and a tactic he had used not long ago came to mind again.

"No, there's a chance! Lead a thousand players to attack and lure these cavalrymen to attack you. As long as they fall for the trick and leave, we'll have a chance to send players on horseback to hunt down Yue Tuo!"

Huang Chao was speechless as the players who were randomly selected to compete cheered enthusiastically.

Some people replaced their shields with sturdy ones, some asked their teammates to wrap gunpowder bags around their waists and abdomens, and some replaced their ammunition bags with new ones and hung them diagonally on their chests.

Without even wiping the blood off their faces, they once again set out on the dangerous bloody road, just as they had come resolutely a few days ago, knowing that the main force of the Tartars was here.

The former bannermen were all stunned, the former slaves were stunned, and hundreds of people stared blankly at the mule carts that turned around, and saw a thousand government troops walking out of the aisle with their heads held high and chests puffed out.

Although there were Tatar cavalry hundreds of steps away, they walked out of the safe chariot formation without fear.

They had determined, excited expressions of joy on their faces, as if they were going to a relative's house for a drink, without any fear of stepping into a dangerous place.

What powerful soldiers these are!
The world was in turmoil, smoke of war was everywhere, but only these warriors took up the responsibility. They were clearly the precious vitality of the world, but they had to shed blood to defend their country for countless cowardly government troops who avoided fighting.

If all the government troops in the world were such fierce and vigorous troops, why would their Liaodong land be lost until now, and why would their abducted people suffer day and night under the iron hoofs of slavery?

The former bondservants and slaves could not help shedding tears as they watched every warrior step out of the mule cart, trying to remember their faces in their hearts.

Even if all the warriors died in battle and only a few records were left in history books, they will remember it and will ask their descendants to remember it!
A thousand players stepped a few hundred steps outside the mule cart formation, and indeed, bees, scented by the flowers, were attracted. Thousands of cavalrymen rushed over, their hooves pounding.

At this moment, three gaps opened up at the other end of the mule cart formation, and two hundred players rushed out on horses and mules, heading straight for the Tatars' banner.

……

The shouts and cries of killing were getting closer and closer. The flag soldiers blocking the front were defeated by the powerful burst of thousands of Ming troops. Another two hundred cavalrymen from the Black Flag Camp bypassed the battle formation and charged towards the central army. It seemed that they were about to form a local encirclement.

"My Lord, run! The Han dogs are coming to kill us!"

A shout interrupted Yuetuo's thoughts. As if waking from a dream, he looked for the location of the person who made the noise. Dozens of Bayalas came over on horseback, and Dudu was ready to escape.

More flag soldiers came running over with swords and shields in hand, forming a semicircular human wall in front of the two commanders.

The queued soldiers forming a human wall before him were hit by stray bullets and arrows, and three of them fell in a moment. "No! I can't leave!" Yue Tuo, on horseback, made a move to dismount and fight on foot, but was stopped by a group of soldiers. "My Aisin-Gioro warriors cannot flee from the battlefield! If I flee, the central army will collapse. If the central army fails to hold, the great banner will fall, and the entire army will collapse!"

"Go find Dorgon. His left wing army still has tens of thousands of auxiliary troops. We still have the capital to avenge our humiliation!" Du Du persuaded hurriedly.

"Do you want me to abandon the soldiers of the right wing army and escape alone?" Yue Tuo's eyes were blazing. "I can still go to the north to supervise the battle and encourage the soldiers to fight again!"

Du Du refuted, "No! If we lose this battle, the surrounding Ming troops will surely hear the news and rush to our aid. By then, we'll be fighting against tens of thousands of newly recruited soldiers with only our defeated soldiers. How can we possibly win? You're the commander of the right wing. As long as you're alive, we still have a chance to bring them back! If you die, this invasion will be a failure!"

"Master, hurry up!" A seriously wounded pigtail soldier dragged his injured arm with blood gushing out, limping in front of Yue Tuo, "The Ming troops on both sides are about to encircle us. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

Yue Tuo's face was solemn, his breathing was rapid, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and a hot sensation all over his body.

The Black Flag Battalion had only two thousand Ming troops, yet they had completely ruined the "encirclement and annihilation" plan he had set up! Even if he returned to Liaodong, how could he face His Majesty?

Damn Black Flag Camp, why did they appear at the critical moment, why did they come to obstruct the Qing Dynasty's hegemony!

"go!"

Dudu gave the order on his behalf, and Bayala immediately whipped the buttocks of the warhorse under the commander's crotch. Dozens of elite soldiers escorted Yuetuo to flee eastward. As long as they escaped into Dorgon's main camp, everything would be fine.

"kill!"

The Ming army fought hard to break through and successfully defeated the Qing army's rearguard troops and cut off the Tatar's banner with one stroke.

As the big flag fell, the Qing soldiers far away immediately realized that something was wrong. The central army camp seemed to have been breached by the enemy, and the commander-in-chief and deputy commander-in-chief were unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Without the commander, it would be meaningless to continue fighting at this time. The more than 20,000 infantry and cavalry who were still capable of fighting scattered like a group of cockroaches discovered by humans.

The bannermen who rode on horses naturally had no worries about their lives and could quickly escape from the battlefield, but those bannermen and baoyi who failed to grab war horses were in a miserable state.

They could only rely on their legs to run across the vast snow, and they couldn't even figure out the direction around them.

Some people panicked and dived into the dry woods, some stepped into the lake that was not frozen solid and fell into the icy water without paying attention, and some cut off the rat tails behind their heads, took off their armor, and tried to hide in the surrounding villages to get away.

At this time, a red smoke flare was shot to the east, and both the Ming army and the players saw it.

The signal "Aisin Gioro Yuetuo is on the run" was passed to the commander through the cavalry captain, and more players rushed out on mules.

Although the government army generals did not know the origin and purpose of the red smoke, when they saw hundreds of cavalrymen holding black flags and other strange flags, they knew that it was the government army coming to support and chasing the defeated Tartar soldiers.

The two veteran generals of the government army did not know whether the person being chased was an important person, but relying on their keen battlefield intuition, they still sent out their most elite cavalry to help.

Hu Dawei, who was born in Mongolia, personally supervised the battle and led 300 hastily assembled elite cavalry to march out to assist the reinforcements.

"The one with the black bird feathers on his helmet is Aixinjueluo Yuetuo, the Tartar prince!"

Ajie rode the captured warhorse forward, a bow in one hand and three arrows between his fingers. His resounding roar reached Yue Tuo's ears.

This Manchu prince, who could understand and read Chinese, was so frightened that he immediately took off his helmet and threw it away.

Seeing this, Ajie grinned and shouted again, "The one with the golden pattern on the cloth armor is Yuetuo!"

Yue Tuo was frightened again and hurriedly pulled open the iron buckle, but the cloth armor was tied tightly and the breastplate was stuck in the middle. Even though he tried his best to untie his belt and used the knife he carried with him to scratch the gap between the buttons, he could not take off his clothes in a short time.

Bayala, who was guarding the Marshal, turned his horse silently to fight the pursuers. "Ajie" secretly said that it was just in time, and he drew his bow and shot three arrows in a swift manner at the enemy who was attacking him head-on.

One arrow flew over the head of the armored soldier, one arrow hit the head of the second warhorse, and one arrow pierced the shoulder of the third armored soldier.

Even Bayala couldn't help but sigh in admiration at these three swift and neat arrows, thinking that the Ming army also had such elite and skilled archers.

Ignoring the Tartar armored soldiers passing by on both sides, Ajie let his teammates behind him take care of them. He was determined to capture the Tartar commander!
He lowered his whole body to reduce air resistance and urged his horse with all his strength to catch up with Yuetuo. The latter's horse was wearing light armor and carrying Yuetuo who was wearing heavy armor. He was gradually caught up by Ajie's unburdened mount.

When the two war horses were galloping side by side, Ajie suddenly stood up from the horse's back, roared, and threw Yuetuo to the ground.

The two rolled several times before they stopped. They calmed down for a long time, but they still felt dizzy and their bodies were shaking, unable to maintain their balance.

However, as a player, "Ajie" recovered quickly. He drew the sword at his waist and quickly approached the Manchu prince.

Although the latter still felt dizzy, he drew his sword and quickly retreated dozens of steps to give himself enough time to recover.

The orange-red glow of the sunset painted the sky red, and the fallen warhorse neighed beside it. The scene seemed as if two heroes were fighting a life-and-death duel under the sunset glow.

Ajie couldn't help but sigh, "Today's sunset is so beautiful."

(End of this chapter)