Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 144 Let Grief and Anger Become Our Strength
"He Lusi" was bragging to his brothers about how he died in battle, holding up a black flag and shouting "I would rather die than surrender", and then being pierced through the body by a rain of Tartar arrows. It was a tragic and cool scene. Unfortunately, he was in the heat of the battle and forgot to take a selfie.

He was talking with saliva flying when he suddenly heard someone talking to him.

He Lusi turned his head and saw that it was his old acquaintance, General Hu Dawei.

He Lusi was slightly stunned. He was clearly killed in the battle and his network of contacts should have ended. He then realized that the "trouble" was caused by his perfunctory face-pinching.

The original handsome face was quite mature, so he only made a few minor corrections and kept it.

He Lusi stood up and bowed respectfully, "I am He Lusi, the commander of the Black Flag Battalion."

"Who is He Lusi, the captain of the Black Flag Battalion, to you?"

"Do you know my eldest brother?" He Lusi pretended to be surprised. According to his self-made character, he is now the fourth child of the He family.

"Are you Mr. He Qian's younger brother?"

"Yes, my He family has seven sons, I am the fourth oldest, and He Lusi is my eldest brother."

Hu Dawei was shocked and took a step back in disbelief, looking carefully at He Lusi's appearance. The two brothers' facial features and eyebrows were quite similar, but they were not like twins who were carved from the same mold.

A kind of intimacy of meeting an old friend arose spontaneously. Hu Dawei vaguely remembered He Lusi's voice, smile, and the last words before he left -

Go! My Black Flag Battalion used our blood and flesh to shield you, do you want our blood to be shed in vain?
Unfortunately, the hero is gone.

Even though he had avenged half of the sacrifices made by the soldiers of the Black Flag Battalion, he still felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, with a resentment that was difficult to vent in his heart.

Hu Dawei pondered his words over and over again before slowly uttering a few incoherent sentences, "Your elder brother is... very good... very brave... and saved many people..."

It was as if the novelty of reunion after a long separation had worn off, leaving only endless guilt and regret.

If it was Hu Dawei who died that day and the soldiers of the Black Flag Camp survived, he would not have to feel the condemnation of his conscience.

He Lusi also spoke up. "I heard that my eldest brother was with the vanguard cavalry to relieve Jinan, but I've been looking for him in the camp for several days, and the friendly soldiers all avoid me when they hear me mention him... Is he dead outside the city of Jinan?"

The words "died in battle" were like a heavy arrow that pierced Hu Dawei's chest and went through his heart.

He swayed as if he was seriously injured, and stood there in a daze for a long time.

Until He Lusi's calm but sad voice sounded again -

"Life is unpredictable... The swords and knives on the battlefield are merciless. The men of my He family are prepared to face this bloody road. My second and third brothers also died in battle a few months ago. They followed Master Li to fight the fierce tiger bandits in southern Henan. Each of them was hit by dozens of arrows and was sent home with bloody holes all over their bodies.

My brothers and I are very proud of them. They are good men of the He family and have not brought shame to the He family!"

When the second "arrow" of sincerity was shot, Hu Dawei only felt stomachache and sore eyes.

He finally realized how devastating the words "General, my father, uncles, and brothers served under you" from the families of soldiers who died in battle could be.

What is even more painful is that the survivors of the heroes often do not feel resentment, but instead become more motivated and strive to win glory for their predecessors.

The contrast between the emotions before and after was even more piercing, and Hu Dawei almost vomited a pool of blood.

They are all the damn Guanning Army, damn Tartar dogs!
He Lusi was still speaking, his calm tone seemed to conceal a Zhuge crossbow, shooting deadly arrows one after another.

"If I die in this battle, my fifth, sixth, and seventh brothers will take my place—my He family was originally a grain producer in Liaodong. Although we were still young at that time, we will always remember the enemy invaders occupying our homeland.

I miss the black soil of my hometown, the place where I was born and raised. We, the descendants of the He family, must reclaim our ancestral home and fields in this lifetime, and bury our family in the black soil of our hometown. My eldest brother firmly believes this, and now it is my turn to carry on the legacy of my three brothers. I will fight back to Liaodong, I will fight back!

The third "arrow" hit Hu Dawei's brain. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. It was as if an invisible big hand was forcibly massaging his heart.

The benefactor is worthy of being a benefactor. All his family members are loyal and righteous real men!
It is said that seven sons of the Yang family left and six returned. Hu Dawei felt the sorrow and heroism at this moment, as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows.

He was in pain, he hated, he was angry!
He hated his teammates who relied on their backers to harm friendly forces, he hated the Tartars who were tyrannical and cruel to the people, and he hated the corrupt officials who were idle in their positions while having such loyal warriors fight for them.

He hated the injustice of heaven, which allowed the wicked to run rampant but ignored the loyal and kind people.

Hu Dawei looked down at the sword hanging from his waist, wondering who he was fighting for. For whom?
Suddenly, there was a whisper of people who had noticed something happening near the camp.

Hu Dawei looked in the direction of the sound, and He Lusi and others also turned their heads to look. The soldiers were crowded on the village wall and watchtower, looking out as if they were seeing something strange.

Hu Dawei quickly walked to the wide-open camp gate and looked out. Thousands of soldiers from the Black Flag Camp were gathered in a group two and a half miles outside the camp.

what are they doing?
Upon seeing this, He Lusi and others pulled their brothers to where the commander was.

Many curious generals took a few servants with them to ask their superiors for permission, and then led people out of the camp to see what the Black Flag Camp was doing.

Hu Dawei tried hard not to think about the soldiers of the Black Flag Battalion who died in battle, but the three words "Black Flag Battalion" seemed to have taken root in his mind, and it was difficult for him not to think about revenge for the dead soldiers and the dead warriors of the Black Flag Battalion.

He called dozens of loyal servants to go out of the camp with him to see what kind of person the commander of the Black Flag Camp was.

It turned out that the soldiers of the Black Flag Battalion were holding a funeral for the dead.

Among them were the victims of the Battle of Julu and the warriors who were ambushed in Jinan.

None of the bodies that died in Jinan were brought back, so Lieutenant General Li used the old clothes of the deceased instead.

Lieutenant General Li chose a rocky and desolate piece of land, and more than a thousand graves were dug out by the soldiers, with the families of the deceased standing by sobbing and crying.

There was no funeral music, no gongs and drums, only family members and comrades watching silently, watching the dead as if they had turned into heroic spirits and went to another world.

The corpse and old clothes were slowly placed into the grave, and then a series of powerful military bugle calls were sounded, and all the tearful Black Flag Army soldiers immediately fell silent.

One hundred musketeers followed the officer's command and marched in step. When the officer gave the order to stop, they stopped right in front of the tomb.

"Reload!" the officer's voice was powerful and clear. The musketeers stood at attention, their expressions solemn. They weren't always the fastest, but their movements were uniform and standard.

Dozens more people holding booklets and charcoal pencils walked to the front of the tomb, recounting the name and achievements of the tomb owner during his lifetime and recording them in the booklet.

"Raise your guns! Fire!"

Hundreds of musketeers simultaneously raised their guns to the sky and pulled the trigger. The crisp sound of gunfire spread all around, and the onlookers of the Black Flag Battalion and other generals were silent.

The sound of the bird guns would not cause misunderstanding, and the Black Flag Battalion had consulted the commander in chief in advance.

The recorder continued to move forward, reciting the names and achievements of the dead aloud, as if to promote them in front of thousands of soldiers.

Even if they unfortunately died in battle, they would leave traces of their existence in people's hearts and in history books.

"Raise your guns and fire!"

The rumbling sound of the bird gun shook Hu Dawei's heart. Sadness, admiration, emotion and honor were intertwined together, and the strong atmosphere was almost suffocating.

Even though Hu Dawei was still alive, he couldn't help but be shocked by this grand ceremony.

He even unconsciously fantasized that after his death, he would have so many comrades to see him off, and that his life would be remembered by people and recorded in history books by historians.

Isn’t it just about winning fame both before and after your death?

As the third round of gunfire ended, the soldiers began to cover the tombs with soil, and the once living warriors would return to dust.

Each grave was marked with a small black flag and a piece of wood as a tombstone.

"Everyone! Salute the fallen warriors!"

The officer's roar was so loud that it reached their hearts. All the soldiers of the Black Flag Battalion raised their right hands and placed them beside their heads to show their highest respect.

As the funeral is basically over, the final compensation phase begins - the families of all those who died in the war will receive a generous compensation.

Of course, on the surface this was the distribution of pensions, but in reality it was an award ceremony held by Li Mu to award meritorious players.

Although the Battle of Julu and the Battle of Jinan resulted in one victory and one defeat, both battles demonstrated the power of the Black Flag Battalion, making both friendly forces and enemies fear the might of the "Black Flag Battalion".

Li Mu personally took out generous rewards from the mule cart, including signal guns, flares, crowbars, special combat boots, and limited edition COS custom costumes...

Titles and MVP rankings that ordinary people cannot see appear above the players' heads. Whenever someone hears a roll call with the same pronunciation as their own, they will rush through the crowd and come to Li Mu.

Although the players all had tears on their faces and looked sad, they were already shouting in their hearts that they were finally standing in the front row to receive the MVP award!

Look at me, bro! I'm the most handsome one!
Hoo hoo! Limited edition high-end props, have you seen them? I got it, hahahaha!

He Lusi won a limited edition COS custom costume. He took a palm-sized wooden box and immediately put the precious "prop" in his arms.

He knelt on one knee in front of Li Mu and swore that the He family was loyal and would be loyal to Lieutenant General Li for the rest of his life to fight for the country and kill the enemy!
Li Mu helped him up, and the latter leaned over to his ear and whispered, "The side quest has been completed..."

"Good warrior! I believe in your loyalty!" Li Mu nodded.

The prompt of mission completion sounded in Horus' ears, and the task bar in the upper right corner of his vision clearly showed -

[Side quest: Underdog Strategy Completed]

[Merit Points Received...]

——Li Mu asked each of them who had established personal connections with the deceased soldiers to go around in circles of ordinary people and say a few words to encourage the officers and soldiers.

A defeat causes the morale of the main force to plummet, so let them become angry and miserable soldiers.

The sad soldiers will win!
Other players who ostensibly received "pensions" but actually won awards or completed side quests also knelt on one knee to express their loyalty.

They claimed that they were Lieutenant General Li's vanguard and death squad, and they would kill whoever the general ordered them to kill!
After the funeral and the compensation, the soldiers of the Black Flag Battalion withdrew one after another, leaving only some of the deceased's family members lingering by the cemetery, muttering to themselves some words of longing...

After watching the funeral, Hu Dawei returned with a pot of wine in his hand.

This was a pot of good wine he had captured, and he had kept it in his hand only because alcohol was prohibited in the army.

Thanks to the "roll call" and "survivors' pension collection" sessions of the funeral, he quickly found He Lusi's grave.

He originally had a lot of things in his heart that he wanted to say, but when he saw the grave of the commander, he couldn't say a word.

He opened the wine jug and poured the fine wine that he had been reluctant to drink onto the grave, leaving only a small sip for himself.

"Come on, do it."

He took the remaining wine jug and drank it all, then placed the empty jug in front of the grave.

He raised his hand in imitation of the Black Flag Army's movements, and placed it at the side of his head in a not-so-standard posture, paying tribute to the Black Flag soldiers who had saved him twice, and to the subordinates who had fought with him for many years.

In addition to him, there were many generals and soldiers standing in front of the grave, sobbing and growling to express their determination.

Hu Dawei raised his hand to wipe away the warm liquid overflowing from his eyes. The humiliation and fear of the defeat were swept away, replaced by anger.

The rage for revenge is burning!

"Let's go, it's time to kill the Tartars and avenge you."

(End of this chapter)