Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 141 I Want Three Thousand of Your Lives

Could it be that the Black Flag Army is planning to attack the enemy's main banner?
Hu Dawei was shocked. Tens of thousands of Tartars were coming like a tide, and the escape routes on the east and west sides would soon be completely blocked.

With only 800 people, they don't want to break out on horseback, but instead want to attack the heavily guarded slave chief?
The road leading to the mountainside is heavily guarded by Tatar soldiers. How can we get up there?

Hu Dawei admitted that the Black Flag Battalion was very brave, but 800 people fighting against 10,000 or 20,000 elite Tatars was not bravery, it was seeking death!

He couldn't just watch these hundreds of brave and promising young men die.

If they can fight to the death and break out with two or three hundred good men, they can enrich the border troops in the future by bringing the old and the new together. In a year or two, they will have several battalions of elite soldiers who dare to fight.

There are very few elite and passionate men these days, and he wants to leave some elite seeds for the Ming Dynasty!

Hu Dawei rode his horse to the captain of the Black Flag Camp, surrounded by a group of loyal soldiers and servants.

"Hurry up and ride with me!" Hu Dawei roared anxiously, "What are you still standing there for! You can't defeat the Tartar guards!"

"Go away, don't worry about us!" He Lusi said without turning back. "Even if we escape, most of my brothers will be killed or injured. It's better to save our strength and attack the Nu Chieftain in one go! Even if we can't get his head, we can at least show the Tartars the courage of my Black Flag Battalion soldiers!"

"You're crazy! The Tartars are hoping your elite Black Flag Battalion will die here, so they can have another powerful enemy." Hu Dawei's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and cold sweat also trickled down his back. He turned his head to observe the changes on the battlefield. Yang Guozhu's cavalry was already breaking out to the east, and the Guanning Army and other troops were also on the move. "Victory and defeat are common in the military. It's not shameful for you to win first and then lose. Only by saving your lives can you have a chance to redeem yourself! Come with me!"

"I live and die with my brothers. We either live together or fight to the death together!" He Lusi urged, "Go! Perhaps the Black Flag Battalion's desperate charge will buy you and the other allies a chance of survival... If you can escape, tell Li Youji—no, Lieutenant General—for me, tell him that Brother He is not a coward!"

"But--"

why!
Hu Dawei felt that the dilemma of choosing between advancing and retreating had disturbed his chest, causing a sharp pain in his chest.

He cursed the Guanning Army to death. If these thieves had not snatched the head of the Black Flag Camp and caused discord among the friendly forces, and had not left their teammates without authorization to attack the enemy camp to steal the credit, disrupting the offensive rhythm of their teammates and forcing the friendly forces to follow them to steal the credit.

This caused the friendly forces to fall into an ambush, the Black Flag Battalion was about to perish, and the subsequent main force was also in danger of being defeated one by one.

Hu Dawei couldn't help but raise his head and roar that the Guanning Army had ruined the overall situation and deserved to be cut into pieces!

"Go! My Black Flag Battalion is using our flesh and blood to cover you. Do you want our blood to be shed in vain?" another player roared.

"..."

Hu Dawei's heart was pounding, and his eyes became swollen and moist.

He didn't argue with the protagonist for half a day like in movies and TV dramas, but instead clasped his fists towards He Lusi and said, "I will avenge you!"

After Hu Dawei finished speaking, he pulled the reins and turned his horse around, gathering all the troops around him to break out to the east. Compared to the west, there were only Tatar cavalry there. While the enemy infantry had not yet filled the gap in the east, they had a chance to break out some of the troops.

The friendly troops around gradually moved away. Some of them successfully broke through and disappeared at the end of the sight, while others failed to break through and were surrounded by the Tatar infantry and cavalry.

Some people threw away their weapons and armor, knelt on the ground crying and begging for mercy, hoping that the Qing soldiers would spare their lives.

He Lusi took out a monocular telescope and locked onto the positions of several marshals in luxurious armor. On the plains, at the foot of the mountain, and on the mountainside, thousands of Tatars rushed over like monsters blocking the way to the boss.

And these less than 800 people are the "blood volume" that attacks the BOSS.

He immediately threw the telescope to the ground and stomped on it to pieces. He couldn't give the Jiannu any more of this kind of equipment.

"Are you ready, brothers?"

He Lusi had just been chatting with Hu Dawei, but in fact he had been waiting for his brothers to prepare for a desperate assault.

All valuable equipment that could not be used in combat was to be destroyed and not left for the Tartars to capture. The remaining items were to be used up at once.

"Ready!" A man roared to the sky, with a string of gunpowder bags wrapped around his waist.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne!" Someone pulled out a spare knife with his left hand and drew a line of blood on his forehead, and blood flowed down to cover his face.

"Where is the armor now?"

"The armor is still there!" Someone holding two axes slapped the armor on his chest, making a crackling sound.

"Brother who just played the song, please play a few more passionate songs to cheer us up. If anyone doesn't want to listen, you can click the button in the upper right corner to cancel the playback——"

"He Lusi" called out, and the singing brother responded.

Then all the members of the band heard familiar music, and they knew where it came from just by listening to the prelude.

That was clearly the passionate music played by a retreating dwarf at the beginning of the door blocking operation: "E·M·A"

The rapid drumbeats and the gradually louder roars penetrated his whole body, as if a war drum was beating in his chest.

He Lusi felt hot all over and got goose bumps, as if the blood in his body was being boiled by a hot fire. The boiling blood rushed rapidly in his blood vessels, and the constantly surging strength almost crushed the handle of the knife.

"The goal of this battle isn't to kill the chieftain, but to have a good fight with my cyber brothers!" Horus roared, "Charge with me! Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

Hundreds of players roared in unison, charging forward in irregular formations. Then, they collided fiercely with the Tartars, outnumbering them by a dozen or so times, like pieces of fried chicken in a bowl full of cheese. Players in the outer circle held shields to fend off the Tartars' ferocious assault. Both sides exchanged casualties rapidly, spears and knives piercing flesh, spraying blood.

"Fight your way out!"

The black flag is like a sun, illuminating the way forward for all the dead soldiers.

Following He Lusi's military order, the players in the front row stood still as planned and used their shields to form a tight human wall.

The players in the second row knelt on one knee and used their swords and spears to pierce the ground to give themselves more support. The players in the fourth row did not keep up with their teammates, but left a few steps of space for the third row.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

The players in the third row threw away all their helmets and weapons, took out their own fire starters, lit the fuses on their bodies, shouted loudly, rushed forward a few steps, and jumped into the air by stepping on the backs of their brothers in the second row.

They took a few steps to run and leaped out, like giant grenades, jumping straight into the dense Tatar formation.

There were only several loud explosions. The Tartars at the center of the explosion were blown over and stunned by the impact and fragments. The gravel and dust were blown high into the sky by the shock wave, and then fell down in unison.

The dense infantry line of the Tatars blocking the front became like a sieve full of holes due to the impact of the explosion. The ferocious players took the opportunity to rush forward, stabbing and killing the flag soldiers who could not dodge in time as if they were in an empty space.

"go ahead!"

The players advanced a hundred steps, but were surrounded by more Tatars and were forced to stop and fight with them.

It was like the Black Flag Battalion's attack on the Tatar commander led to a strong siege, attracting the surrounding Tatars to gather around, or the Tatar commander announced a generous reward, assembled heavy troops, and was determined to destroy the Black Flag Battalion's vitality.

"Kill the Tartars!"

The brave players once again carried gunpowder bags on their backs and jumped out on their brothers' backs. This time, the players began to adjust their postures. Some performed handsome knight flying kicks, some seemed to be lying on their sides on the beach basking in the sun, and some seemed to be long jumping to measure distance at a sports meeting, with their long legs desperately paddling in the air for power.

Boom boom boom!
The shockwaves from the explosions bounced back, and the dust and gravel hit the shield with a crackling sound, like hail hitting iron.

Although the shocking effect of the suicide bombing was amazing, the number of gunpowder packs was limited after all. The pace of the suicide bombing soon slowed down, and the Tatars in the back row crowded to the front line to make up for the cowardly soldiers who dared not move forward.

Every hundred steps a player takes will take many times longer than regular combat.

Many players on the left, right and back rows were grabbed by the attacking Tartars and had to stay behind to fight against multiple people alone. In the end, they fought bravely in exchange for one or two people's death.

The leading players shouted and thrust out their spears and knives, feeling the real feedback of the weapons hitting the target, and warm liquid splashing on their faces with a fishy-sweet smell.

Players using different filters will have different battlefield perceptions. For some, it is a Warhammer world with continuous gunfire, for some, it is a cute and soft ragdoll world, for others, it is the bloody horror of zombie attacks, and for more, it is a real historical battlefield, where astonishing momentum erupts between the collision of flesh and blood.

The "Breakthrough Man" saw that his side had climbed to the bottom of the hill, but was still a long way from the flag and the slave chief.

The number of friendly troops is decreasing rapidly, and brothers are constantly being killed by the Tatars' numerical advantage. If this continues, even if the entire army is wiped out, we will not be able to touch a hair of the Nu chief.

He couldn't help but shout, "Too slow, too slow!"

Now that his powder packs were almost used up, he took out something else, a glass bottle half wrapped in black cloth, the mixture of liquid and grease inside the bottle was shaken violently with his palm.

He lit the black cloth on the mouth of the bottle, but did not throw the bottle out directly to burn and kill the enemy. Instead, he followed the rest of the suicide group, stepped on his brothers' backs and leaped out.

"Take good care of my seventh uncle's niece's cousin for me!"

The breakthrough man fell into the dense crowd and then threw a Molotov cocktail at the enemy's feet. Because he threw it too close, the fire burned the enemy and ignited him at the same time.

He was not surprised, and even deliberately walked into the range of the flames, allowing the flames to devour his entire body.

He was like a fire man, holding a sharp blade and roaring while charging at the enemy.

boom! boom! boom!
There was another series of sounds of Molotov cocktails breaking. It turned out that dozens of players saw the "Breakthrough Player" lighting fires to show off, and they couldn't help but imitate the cool scene.

They deliberately stepped into the flames of Molotov cocktails and set their whole bodies on fire. They were like monsters covered in fire, holding flaming swords, spears and clubs, leaving flaming footprints, and opening a bloody and fiery road for their teammates behind them.

Almost all the Qing soldiers along the way were terrified. Anyone who saw the "fire man" covered in flames and roaring strangely would hide away in fear.

Even the seriously injured players tried their best to follow behind. Those with broken legs used spear shafts for support, those with broken arms used bone spears as weapons, and those with chopped off hands splashed blood to cover the enemy's eyes.

Those who had no weapons would bite with their teeth, smash with picked up stones, hit with their foreheads, and hit with their fists even if they broke bones and bled.

There were also soldiers from the Black Flag Battalion whose legs had been smashed, but they still used their hands as feet, holding their knives and daggers as they struggled to climb the hillside. Every step seemed to exhaust half of their life's strength, and their throats, coughing up blood, roared angrily from time to time, "Kill the Tartars! Kill the Tartars! Kill the Tartars!"

The remaining players, led by dozens of "Fire Demons" who fell one after another, finally arrived within two hundred steps of the slave chieftain.

Even though Abatai, Hauge and Dorgon were surrounded by the elite Bayara from various flags, they were still shocked by the fearlessness and bravery of the Black Flag Camp.

These high-ranking officials of the Eight Banners could even hear the earth-shaking roar of the Flame Demon, "I will expel all the Tartars from the world!"

(End of this chapter)