Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 140 Can you block my trap card?
Seeing this unusual thing, Hu Dawei quickly rode forward to ask, but no one had the time to pay attention to him.

They were all snatching at the air and chatting with each other in surprise.

The Black Flag Army is sick? It's impossible for hundreds of people to be sick at the same time, right?

Is there a problem with the rations supplied to the Black Flag Camp?
Hu Dawei thought that everyone's portable dry food was made in the same way.
He took off the ration bag tied to the side of the horse and swallowed the dry food with some water. There was no problem waiting for a while.

It shouldn't be.

Fortunately, the collective symptoms in the Black Flag Camp did not last long and they soon returned to "normal."

"Let's kill the Tartars together!"

The originally conservative Black Flag Battalion soldiers immediately changed their stance, wishing they could grow wings and fly to Jinan City to fight the Tartars.

Several high-ranking generals were puzzled. What had happened to these people? They were so determined to fight to the end.

Thousands of cavalrymen with unified thinking quickly set off.

Perhaps because they had lost face at the hands of the Black Flag Battalion and were determined to achieve something to wash away the shame, the more than 2,000 cavalrymen of the Guanning Army were running in the front.

They intentionally or unintentionally imitated the combat style of the Black Flag Battalion to rescue civilians from the Qing cavalry, but they did not have strict military discipline and the tacit cooperation of hundreds of people as one.

They didn't get many heads, but instead accidentally injured many innocent civilians.

Despite their ugly imitation, the Guanning Army soldiers still used their lances to pick up the few heads of the Tatars and circled around their friendly forces while shouting.

This is like a few self-righteous pretentious guys showing off in front of the big guy, and the other players are too lazy to slap them in the face, and other friendly units also show looks of disgust and contempt.

The self-confident pretentious behavior was like a punch on cotton. The Guanning Army, feeling embarrassed, became more and more angry and unwilling to give up. They immediately rushed to a location several miles outside the city of Jinan.

Zu Dale stood in the stirrups and looked into the distance, and saw a group of tents surrounding the city of Jinan.

Each camp has a fixed number of garrisons, and both sides that frequently fight each other know the number of troops stationed in the other camp.

Based on the number of tents, Zu Dale roughly estimated that there were probably only more than 10,000 Qing soldiers besieging the city.

The vanguard cavalry in this attack consisted of 8,000 men. The 8,000 cavalrymen were less than the 20,000 Tatar infantrymen, and it was a one-sided massacre.

With such great military merit right before our eyes, how could we not take it?

"Marshal, how about waiting for Tomobu?"

"Why are you waiting for them? Do you still want the Black Flag Army to steal the show?"

Zu Dale immediately sent out hundreds of cavalry to launch a tentative attack.

The Guanning Army's surprise attack did not cause panic among the besieging troops, as the scouts who had retreated earlier had already informed them of the Ming army's whereabouts.

Half of the siege troops walked out of the camp and formed several staggered square formations.

As if to specially welcome the arrival of an "old friend", a burst of artillery fire suddenly rang out in the Qing army camp, and several captured cannons spewed out thick white smoke.

However, the direction of the artillery fire was not the Guanning Army, but the city of Jinan. The shells hit the top of the city wall and only kicked up dust. The power was so poor that it made people doubt whether there were any shells.

"kill!"

Hundreds of Guanning cavalrymen did not charge the enemy formation directly, but trotted to a position dozens of steps away from the enemy and drew their bows and arrows.

When they got closer, they found that the enemy had not dug any trenches at all, and the camp fence they had set up was so thin that it seemed like it could be overturned with a slight push.

The entire camp was filled with an atmosphere of decadence and confusion, as if the main force had already fled, leaving only a group of defeated soldiers in Jinan City as bait.

Hundreds of cavalrymen defeated the Qing soldiers with three rounds of arrows. They pursued the enemy and used their horses to break through the already shaky fence.

A mere 300 cavalrymen rushed into the camp and began to kill indiscriminately. Strangely, the combat effectiveness of the Qing soldiers in the camp seemed to have suddenly dropped to the level of auxiliary troops.

Even if there were sporadic resistance, it was nothing compared to the usual battles with the Tartars.

Seeing that 300 cavalrymen had torn apart more than 10,000 Qing soldiers besieging the city, Zu Dale was so excited that his limbs were shaking. He drew his sword and pointed it at the camp, "Charge!"

The remaining Guanning cavalry roared to the sky and then charged into the Qing camp to frantically reap military merits.

"Oh oh oh!" Zu Dale shouted excitedly.

He had never fought such a smooth battle in his life. One sword, two swords, three swords... he hacked the fleeing soldiers from behind, and each sword strike could kill the enemy.

None of the enemies even had the words to beg for mercy or cry out in pain. Instead, they whimpered and made vague short sounds like mutes.

Zu Dale silently counted the number of heads that kept piling up, as if he was picking up money in a sack, and vowed to kill a hundred to break even!
The reinforcements that arrived later also saw the joyful chase scene and rushed into the Qing army camp to eat buffet.

Only some of the marginalized soldiers were assigned to guard the main force of the Qing army and were unable to participate in the "gluttonous feast".

The governor's battalion, who had been defending the city for a long time, also felt lonely and unbearable. How could he sit back and watch his friendly troops fight with the Tartars without helping?
The soldiers of the standard camp quickly opened the city gates and lowered the drawbridge. Thousands of people rushed out, excitedly raising swords, clubs and clubs to smash the enemy.

Some mounted infantrymen felt that driving their war horses back and forth was too cumbersome and their riding skills were not very good, so they simply dismounted and walked on their own two legs.

Just a little weird.

Why did the Qing soldiers' combat effectiveness decline to such a level? They were masters yesterday, but suddenly became bronze rookies today.

Players who have fought to the extreme with the Tartars are the most sensitive. When Huang Zilong killed a braid soldier, the Tartar tried to crawl away before dying. He opened his mouth but could not utter a complete sentence.

Huang Zilong vaguely saw something and pried open the other person's mouth to take a look.

You won’t know until you see it. It’s shocking to see that the pigtail soldier’s tongue has been pulled out.

Who would rip out the tongues of their own troops? It couldn't possibly be some battle-crazed player's "performance art," could it? Huang Zilong, filled with doubt, killed two more people, one with a kill and one with an assist.

There is a big difference in combat power between the two. The former is quite good at swinging a sword and parrying. Huang Zilong fought with him for several rounds before killing him with the cooperation of his teammates. The tongue in this person's mouth was intact and his fighting will was also good.

The other "Huang Zilong" got the assist from the enemy soldier, but he was very weak and had his tongue pulled out of his mouth.

This shows that the Tatars who were capable of fighting were fine, and those who were weak and powerless had their tongues pulled out.

He quickly announced his discovery loudly, and the players who had not yet noticed the problem immediately began to check it out.

As Huang Zilong said, more and more weak soldiers were found to have similarities - this shows that the mastermind behind this did not want the weak soldiers to reveal anything.

The demoralized Qing soldiers fled in all directions. Some fled in the opposite direction of the city, while others went straight into the mountains and forests in the south.

The sparse branches and leaves of the mountain forest are covered with white snow and ice flowers, and thick white fog lingers between the mountains. If it were not for the temples and houses vaguely visible in the mountains, the entire mountain range would almost merge with the vast sky.

The cavalry's great victory in crushing the Qing infantry boosted everyone's morale.

Everyone dismounted to search the corpses for valuables, or collected heads to record their own military exploits.

The Guanning Army was even more arrogant, like a bunch of villains turning over a new leaf. They glanced at everyone out of the corner of their eyes. They strung braids of several heads on their lances and spears, and pretended to walk casually to the vicinity of the Black Flag Camp, shouting loudly how many heads they had taken.

The defenders of the city also thanked the soldiers for rushing to Jinan regardless of the risks. When they were about to send their men into the mountains to pursue the defeated Qing soldiers, they saw a small group of cavalry rushing towards them from the northeast.

Judging from their appearance and equipment, they are one of our cavalry.

They shouted indistinct words loudly, and only when we got closer did we realize that they were shouting "there is an ambush."

But it was too late. Behind the cavalry that brought the news were thousands of cavalrymen, sweeping towards them with the momentum of a tidal wave.

A faint sound was heard in the originally silent forest. Huang Zilong turned his head and saw the figures of generals in beautiful armor and majestic appearance on the slope of the hill.

They stood at a certain distance from each other, drew their swords one after another and slashed downwards, and the long horn sound spread throughout the surrounding areas of Jinan.

The hills that were originally filled with only fleeing soldiers suddenly became filled with thousands or even tens of thousands of pigtail soldiers.

Flags and armor of various colors were revealed, as if a talking branch suddenly grew a bunch of powerful enemies armed with weapons.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
"What the hell is that noise?" The attacker tapped his head lightly. "Who the hell is playing that music?"

The same music also sounded in Huang Zilong's mind. Even if he turned into ashes, he would still remember the familiar prelude drum beat.

"It's a team music voucher, which gives everyone five songs!"

Huang Zilong moved his gaze to the bottom of the taskbar in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

A row of music titles kept sliding from right to left in a small light gray strip.

decisive battle
"Apostles are attacking!"

There are also players who are in the mood to take out their broken waist drums and beat them to the beat of the music, without worrying at all about being surrounded by enemies and dying in battle.

"Enemy attack!"

"There's an ambush!"

The morale of the soldiers plummeted when they realized that they had fallen into an ambush, and the good feeling of the previous victory disappeared in an instant.

Yang Guozhu roared and rushed to his warhorse, intending to flee westward on horseback, but he did not expect the Tartars to swoop down the mountain quickly, blocking the Ming army's east and west retreat routes.

To the north is the wide Ji River without bridges, and to the south is the city of Jinan built on the mountain.

"Hurry into the city!"

I don't know which general shouted loudly, but all the Ming troops panicked and rushed towards the city's suspension bridge.

However, the defenders of the city did not show any gratitude for the reinforcements this time. Their minds were filled with the thought of their teammates dying, and they would rather die than themselves.

Taking advantage of their proximity to the city, they were the first to cross the drawbridge and enter the city gate.

Even though most of the Ming army responded quickly, they were still unable to break into the city, and even some slow-running Jinan defenders were left outside the city.

Several generals looked in fear at the tens of thousands of enemy soldiers surrounding them like a tide. Even a pig would realize that—

The weak military camp under the city was a bait set by the Qing soldiers to lure them into their trap!

The Qing army commander raised a large banner with dignity, as if to strike a blow to the morale of the Ming army and tell the enemy that his commander-in-chief personally led the main force to set up a tight net for them, and they had no chance of escape.

It also seemed as if he was proudly showing off the cleverness of his ambush strategy, which had attracted thousands of elite Ming cavalry.

The despair of rushing forward to gain credit and falling into a trap shattered the hearts of every general. Hu Dawei looked up at the sky in despair, sweat streaming down his cheeks.

How can eight thousand cavalrymen who have lost their charging ground fight against tens of thousands of elite Tatars?

Is this where he was buried?
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the soldiers of the Black Flag Camp, eager to find a trace of comfort on the faces of these brave warriors.

As expected, none of the soldiers in the Black Flag Battalion showed any expressions of fear, helplessness, or confusion. Instead, they looked like starving wolves seeing fat prey.

All of them looked at the same location in the southern forest.

That is the position of the Tatar commander's flag.

He Lusi raised the flag and waved it, then pointed the spear tip at the mountains and forests.

(End of this chapter)