Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 130 Who Are You?
How can we not take pictures to commemorate such a beautiful scene?

"Ajie" hummed a light tune, turned his back to the beautiful sunset, and included the figure of his opponent in the camera.

He held the sword in his right hand on his shoulder, and with his left hand he called up the game interface to activate the selfie function, and then turned on the music module.

"Ajie was here! Haha..."

Before he turned on the music, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

Ajie subconsciously took a big step back and saw a steel knife coming down from in front of him. Yue Tuo, who was holding the knife, was already one and a half steps away from him.

"You wild boar, you took advantage of me playing the game to attack me!" Ajie swung his knife in retaliation, but the other party dodged it.

Ajie secretly cursed the game's hatred value setting for being too lax, not even giving players time to commemorate, play pranks, or play music.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Yue Tuo quickly retreated to keep some distance, put two fingers in his mouth and blew a whistle to call the armored warhorse galloping in the distance.

"You've ruined my freaking pleasure in playing music. Don't even think about leaving!"

"Ajie" lowered his body, spread his legs, and almost half-crouched on the ground.

He sheathed his sword, his left hand holding it at his waist, his right hand spread out like a cat kneading milk. He took a deep breath of cool air, as if absorbing the invisible spiritual energy in the air and transforming it into an instant burst of power.

"Die!" Ajie kicked the ground with his legs suddenly, and flew out like a cannonball. At the same time, the sword he quickly drew out was like a crescent moon slashing across the blade.

Yue Tuo had no time to defend himself and was slashed in the abdomen. The blade cut through the cloth and hit the armor, making a sharp scraping sound.

Yue Tuo was shocked. The cloth armor on his chest was broken into two pieces. The armor plates and iron buckles hung on the broken ends. A faint line of blood could be seen soaking through the lining of the undergarment.

A not-so-strong pain came from my abdomen, as if my palm was accidentally scratched by a bamboo thorn.

Although he was not seriously injured, Yue Tuo was still shocked that this man could hurt him with one blow. His fighting power was already more than half of Bayala's level.

The warhorse called by the whistle is already on the way. In the distance, the guards are fighting with the Ming cavalry. As long as he defeats the enemy in front of him, he can escape!

Forty-year-old Yue Tuo adjusted his breathing rhythm, and years of combat experience returned to him at this moment.

The two men fought each other, both wearing cloth armor with excellent protection. After a few slashes of swords, only the crisp sound of metal colliding could be heard.

Yue Tuo was an experienced veteran after all. After just a few rounds of fighting, he adapted to the opponent's attack rhythm and even managed to suppress the opponent.

He can win at this rate!

The two swords collided, a cold light flashed, and Yue Tuo keenly discovered the flaw in the enemy's rhythm.

He stood firmly with his legs slightly apart, holding the knife in both hands and pretending to block the enemy's attack. After hearing a clang, he immediately put all his strength into the enemy's right hand and slashed upwards, but he did not expect the enemy to react quickly and block the attack with the arm armor on his left arm.

Although the man's left hand was still intact because of the arm armor, the full-force blow broke his bones. With a crisp sound of broken bones, the scabbard in Ajie's left hand fell to the ground.

Ajie's whole body seemed to be out of control and lost balance. He staggered back several steps. At the moment when his shaking body was about to fall, Ajie's left leg suddenly took a step forward, barely supporting his body and regaining his balance.

Yue Tuo didn't expect that the enemy with a broken left hand would not say a word.

He originally thought that the enemy would cry loudly while holding his injured hand, and then he would take advantage of the situation and kill him on the spot. However, to his surprise, the enemy did not retreat like a defeated dog, but instead advanced with a ferocious look on his face.

The enemy's left hand was shaking like bacon on a string. Yue Tuo was stunned. "Isn't he in pain?"

In order to prevent the broken bones from interfering with the battle, Ajie swung his sword to cut off the part below the broken bone, took off the arm armor, and openly exposed the bloody broken arm.

"Heaven destroys wild boar skin!"

As if feeling no pain, Ajie roared towards the sky, and blood dripped out from the broken bone wound.

He was like a lord-level zombie in a zombie movie, slowly approaching with a heartless pace.

Yue Tuo subconsciously clenched his sword. This horrifying scene, which would make even modern people howl upon seeing it, shattered his three views.

He was a little confused for a moment and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Although Yuetuo's defensive posture was a little slow, Ajie's physical strength declined due to the broken hand, and his whole body moved even slower.

The Tartar prince successfully blocked the incoming sword, but failed to protect himself from the opponent's broken arm.

The bleeding broken cross-section replaced the non-existent fist and smashed into Yue Tuo's face. The bloody severed hand looked like a paintbrush dipped in red dye, and the broken bones were like sharp spears.

The blood and bone spears pierced his eyes, nose and mouth, causing Yue Tuo to scream in pain, but this was not as great as the shock that the horror and blood brought to his soul.

When Ajie pulled out the "bone spear", Yuetuo couldn't help but hold the wounds on his eyes and nose and roared loudly.

Beile bent over and howled, then stood up and screamed. He retreated repeatedly and did not notice the gravel under his feet, and fell to the ground accidentally.

They are monsters, killing gods, and demons. They can't be the cowardly Ming army!

"You, what kind of monsters are you!" Yue Tuo pointed at Ajie who was approaching in horror, with blood and snot mixed together on his face.

"Tianlong people, for the sake of killing all the wild boar skins!"

Ajie swiftly swung his sword and plunged it into Yuetuo's neck. Blood gushed out like a fountain, spattering Ajie with it. As Yuetuo breathed his last and closed his eyes, Ajie felt a sense of relief, the sense of accomplishment of having taken down the little boss filling him with an immense sense of satisfaction.

It was like starting a shooting game, leading his teammates all the way to victory, and the voice messages of his four brothers were full of praise and flattery for him.

It’s a pity that this game doesn’t have the result music after defeating the BOSS. It’s like eating rice rolls without soy sauce, it just doesn’t taste right.

Fortunately, the system has added a new music module, so players can play songs for themselves online without having to log off - playing songs for others still requires spending merit points.

As a result, the first song he played in sequence was the epic music of encountering a BOSS in a "suffering" game.

"Fuck! You're just starting to sound the alarm now that I've already killed the boss. If there had been this music atmosphere just now, would I have let him succeed?"

While cursing Yue Tuo for ruining his mood, Ajie pulled out a rope, cut off a small section, tied it around the broken arm and tightened it tightly.

Although he knew that he would not live long if he was treated like this, he had to at least survive the battle to kill the Tartars.

Seeing that the battle in the distance had also come to an end, a group of players with "" on their heads rode towards them. Ajie quickly swung his sword and chopped off Yuetuo's head.

The corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, he held his head high and chest out, and strode forward, as if he was walking with the wind.

When his brothers dismounted and approached, he immediately raised Yue Tuo's head high above his head and roared, "The enemy general's head is taken!"

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The players showed complex expressions of confusion, envy, jealousy, unwillingness, congratulations and excitement.

"You're so good, Ajie! You stole the enemy commander without making any noise!"

"Ah, where's your hand?"

"It was just a minor problem. I encountered a minor setback when I was killing Yue Tuo, but the result was good. I used some tricks to stop the bleeding, and I also captured the enemy commander!"

Ajie shouted excitedly again, and then handed the head to his brothers for display as if showing off a trophy.

The Hu Dawei Cavalry who arrived later also saw this shocking scene. They could hardly believe their eyes. Did the Ming army really kill the Tartar commander in battle?
Hu Dawei quickly dismounted and went over to take a look at the novelty like a passerby who saw something new.

He immediately said to his subordinates beside him, "Call a few Han prisoners to identify who this is."

Soon, several timid Han army prisoners were brought over.

One of them saw Yuetuo's head and knelt down with a thud, "It's Prince Beile! It's Prince Beile Yuetuo of the Qing Dynasty. Prince Beile is gone..."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Hu Dawei burst into laughter.

The cavalrymen who came with him were panting and exhausted after a fierce battle, but this desperate counterattack and the "turn defeat into victory" of taking the enemy general's head made them regain their confidence and hope, and each of their faces was filled with a relieved smile of having their blood revenge temporarily avenged.

Hu Dawei felt his legs go limp and he sat down on the ground.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, and the complex expression on his face seemed to go through the waxing and waning of the moon in an instant.

When he was surrounded by the Tartars, he thought he would die in Jiazhuang because he was unable to break out. Unexpectedly, a brave Ming army suddenly appeared and helped them break out of the siege and even took the head of the slave general.

He was like a weathered veteran, and it took him a while to let out a breath.

The hoarse and exhausted declaration seemed to have been brewing in his throat for more than ten years, and the excitement and excitement burst out like a flood that broke through the dam.

"Win! We finally won!"

This complex emotion is like taking the imperial examinations for decades and finally passing them. All your hard work and sweat are finally rewarded.

A soldier raised his sword, which had been broken from killing enemies, and stabbed it into the ground.

He placed the Jiannu head at his waist next to his knife, took off his sweaty helmet and held it in his arms, then knelt on one knee and looked towards the distant north.

Tears welled up in his big dark eyes. Regardless of the dented armor he was wearing, the soldier kowtowed three times toward the sky and the ground with difficulty.

He finally avenged the tragic deaths of his parents, sister and brother!

"What is the name of this fierce warrior who killed the enemy general in battle?"

"Ajie."

"Let's go! Escort the hero who killed the slave chief back to camp!"

Hu Dawei allocated a warhorse for Ajie to ride. As the general commander of Shaanxi, he personally led the horse for a soldier of unknown status. The other cavalrymen and players did not think it was strange, as if all this was natural and reasonable.

"Commander-in-Chief Lu!" Hu Dawei knelt on one knee upon seeing Lu Xiangsheng, then pointed at 'Ajie', who was surrounded by many people, and said, "That's the warrior who took the head of the Nu chieftain, Ajie."

"Good! Good! Good!"

In this battle, the "real Tartar" heads captured were enough, and the Eastern Tartar banners and the cloth armor with Jiannu characteristics were also obtained in large quantities, enough for any of the participating generals to receive generous rewards.
Despite being extremely exhausted, Lu Xiangsheng resolutely walked to the Black Flag Battalion and knelt down heavily in front of Ajie and all the soldiers of the Black Flag Battalion.

Faced with such a sudden "change", the players who were surrounding Ajie and laughing and playing were all stunned.

(End of this chapter)