Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 147 Meeting Gift

The low and loud sound of the horn broke the quiet morning. The cold sky was still gray, like an old apron that had been used for many years.

The military camp was filled with noise. Many soldiers were sleepy and anxious all night, maintaining an uncontrollable excitement and tension all night.

Only the players of the Black Flag Battalion are accustomed to war.

They log off and start real life when they go to bed at night, and then enter virtual games to vent their worries after studying or working.

The Black Flag Army was stationed in the center of the army, but Li Mu chose not to enter the small camp in the center. Instead, he built a new camp on the right side of the small camp and planted the battle flag of the resurrected player in the tent.

In this way, more than 2,000 players will have independent "operating space" and their "resurrection ability" will not be discovered by outsiders.

The Tatars' vanguard troops appeared at the end of the field of vision, and the follow-up troops would arrive soon.

The Ming army was in a state of full energy after a whole night's rest, but the Tatars were eager to devour the main force of the royal defense army before dawn, so they were definitely in poor condition.

The two sides met in a flat area, and before the battle started, the soldiers were taking the time to eat breakfast.

Each camp set up a pot to cook. They would quickly throw some pickled meat, pickles, tofu into the boiling water, add some seasonings and sauces... and cook pot after pot of hot thick soup.

Each player and soldier can get a bowl of hot soup.

No matter what other generals did, Li Mu insisted that his own troops eat something hot in the morning.

Dip the hard multi-grain steamed buns into the thick soup to absorb the juice, then put the mixed soup into your mouth.

The aroma of meat oil and wheat lingers between your lips and teeth, and the warm soup flows down your esophagus into your stomach. The heat of the thick soup instantly warms your whole body, even your limbs.

No one spoke while eating, only the sound of people chewing voraciously.

Players also went to deliver buckets of thick soup and dry food to the auxiliary soldiers and prisoners working outside the camp.

They used to be low-ranking bondservants or humble slaves, and it was a luxury for them to have a mouthful of thick soup mixed with the aroma of meat.

Although the barreled soup looked like pig food, it moved the auxiliary soldiers and prisoners to tears. The Black Flag Battalion had not forgotten them.

Of course, the players who deliver food also have other jobs.

Huang Zilong and his friends walked out of the camp holding tools.

He took the "measuring walker" and inserted the drill into the ground to compact it. Then he picked up the wooden "leather measuring tape" and slowly moved it forward. When he reached the appropriate position, he glanced at the mark on the tape and pointed at the ground, "This is it."

"Fuck you! You can do it alone, but you have to call me!"

While Lu Xiaobu was talking, his hands did not stop. He took out a wooden stick with red paint on the surface and placed it on the marked point, then hammered it in with a wooden hammer.

The two men would drive a four-foot-long red stick into the ground every sixty steps or so, and the task was not completed until they had walked two hundred and forty steps.

Other ranging teams were also busy at the front.

Some players use Zhang Tian's "walking bow", some use the modified "ranging drum car", where the little man on the car beats a drum every few dozen steps, and some use Da Vinci's steel ball ranging car.

After a while, the Black Flag Battalion reached the front of the right wing and inserted several distance measuring poles.

Even though the measurements of the measuring tools of different groups were not uniform and the poles were either forward or backward, the errors between them did not affect the performance of the artillery and rifled flintlock rifles.

Huang Zilong returned to the camp with the "measuring vehicle" and suddenly saw hundreds of neatly armed players about to leave the camp.

Huang Zilong pulled the player aside and asked, "Where are these people going? Are they going to make a desperate assault on the enemy camp?"

"How can we possibly fight now? The enemy camp is several miles away from us. By the time you rush over, you'll be exhausted from running. They are serving as messengers to the generals of various units, and also as personal bodyguards."

"My goodness, are they treating us players as tools?" Huang Zilong returned the measuring tools to the mule cart and patted the dust off his hands.

"They're not tools, they're clearly monitors," another player nearby, a man with a 'Skinny Monkey' sign hanging over his head, interjected. "Each commander has twenty or thirty players stationed around them. Anyone who tries to desert will be apprehended on the spot."

"Yes, I remember that Wang Pu loved to sneak away in the middle of a battle in history. The Battle of Songjin was caused by his early rush, which disrupted the rhythm of the friendly forces." Lu Xiaobu added.

Skinny Monkey: "So we've assigned this guy quite a few 'bodyguards' – sixty veteran players with the best combat records. Each of them can easily take on five Ming soldiers. If Wang Pu even thinks of escaping, he'll be killed."

"That's not right." Huang Zilong calculated for a moment. "I estimated that there are a few generals leading troops, a little over ten in total. So, we only need about two hundred bodyguards. Clearly, there are nearly five hundred of us leaving, right?"

"Oh, we've assigned some extra mobile teams to the friendly forces on the right wing. If the right wing comes under concentrated fire, they'll be ready to provide support at any time. They've even brought their flintlock rifles."

"I can understand rifles, but I've never heard of flintlock rifles." Huang Zilong turned his head and looked at Lu Xiaobu. The two looked at each other with confused eyes.

Skinny Monkey cleared his throat and said with the serious demeanor of an old professor starting a class—

"You're completely ignorant. The earliest firearms were matchlock guns, which looked like toilet plungers. The Ming Dynasty's fire blunderbusses and three-barreled blunderbusses were of this type. Later, firearms were upgraded to matchlock guns, which are also known as bird guns.

Then it advanced to the spring-loaded rifle, the ancestor of the flintlock rifle. However, the spring-loaded rifle was complicated and tedious to load, so it was mostly used by cavalry or in assassination explosives. In short, it was not as popular as the flintlock rifle.

Of course, during this period, most of the rifles were smoothbore rifles, and the only change was the firing method. The average smoothbore flintlock rifle could fire about 80 meters.

Then flintlock rifles began to appear, which increased the effective range of muskets. Soon after, the firing method was improved and percussion caps were used to ignite gunpowder. When the Taiping Rebellion was suppressed in the late Qing Dynasty, the British army sold these percussion caps to the Qing soldiers for one or two taels of silver each.

Later, the firing method was innovated again and became a firing pin, and the projectile was also changed to a paper shell bullet with ammunition integrated. However, the tail of the paper shell bullet was too soft, and the firing pin was easily damaged when the gunpowder exploded, so European soldiers at that time had to prepare a few more firing pins for replacement.

Finally, gunpowder was improved, paper shell bullets were replaced with metal bullets, gun barrels became more durable, and even semi-automatic and automatic rifles with magazine feeds appeared..."

"Oh my god! I always thought there were only three types of rifles in the early days: matchlock, flintlock, and Mauser. I didn't expect there were so many variations... I've gained so much useless knowledge." Huang Zilong and Lu Xiaobu couldn't help but applaud.

The skinny monkey couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when praised, and smiled proudly, his ears flushed as if he was shy. "Knowledge is like this, you only regret not having enough when you really need it--"

The skinny monkey paused for a moment, then heard a series of clear whistles. He suddenly remembered something and slapped his head, "Oh no! The fun people are going out of the camp to do something fun. I actually forgot!"

"What kind of a stunt!" Lu Xiaobu was as if facing a formidable enemy. How could he not know about such a thing? Huang Zilong even cursed, "Damn it, you're just having fun in a small group, right? You're doing something stunt without your friends, are you a human being?"

"Hurry! It should still be in time!" The skinny monkey quickly put down the box of ammunition and led the two men to run to the right side of the position.

The hurried figures of the three of them along the way attracted the attention of Liu Changsheng, Jiang Xiaobai, Wu Litou, Breakthrough Hand, Zhang Xianzhong and others.

Friends asked them why they were in such a hurry, maybe because the supermarket suddenly announced a big sale, attracting a lot of grandparents, uncles and aunts.

Huang Zilong was quite righteous and waved his hand to signal him to follow. "No time to explain, there's something going on!"

As soon as the word "organize" was uttered, the little friends' eyes lit up immediately, just like a group of Huskies hearing that dinner was about to start.

Gamers generally play games to look cool, kill time and have fun, and secondly, have fun.

Compared to having fun, killing enemies and getting rewards pales in comparison.

The original temporary group of three people suddenly became a team of dozens of people.

When everyone arrived at the destination, they saw that there were several horse-drawn carriages with most of the "passengers" already in place.

The organizer saw the late skinny monkey and then looked at the dozens of friends behind him.

"No buddy, we agreed to lead nine people at most. Look behind you, there are at least twenty."

"Hey, can you help me? It would be more lively if we squeeze in together, right?"

Although "Skinny Monkey" had only met Huang Zilong and others once, they were friends after all, so he had to help them.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm scared of you. Fifteen more at most, and the rest will be eliminated by rock-paper-scissors." The organizer said as he stepped onto a carriage and sat down.

Huang Zilong was still playing finger-guessing games honestly, but he didn't expect that Lu Xiaobu, this kid, had no martial ethics and pounced on the carriage like a tabby cat.

Seeing this, Huang Zilong threw the rules to the wind and jumped onto the carriage one by one.

He and Lu Xiaobu occupied the rear of the car, one on the left and one on the right. No matter how their companions pulled, they held on to the edge of the car tightly and refused to get down.

"Let's set off once everyone is here!" The horse driver whipped the horse whip to drive the two horses forward, and the other vehicles also shouted and set off.

Several carriages were filled with people, including archers who were good at shooting, artists who played music, strong men holding equipment and props, musketeers, and a "madman" with a circle of skulls hanging around his waist.

The few people whose "evil plan" succeeded looked arrogant and triumphant, and laughed at their teammates who did not get on the bus.

The players on the bus couldn't stand it any longer, so they raised their right feet and delivered a "Friendship Kick" to the arrogant fool, turning him back into his original form. "If you don't follow the rules, get off..."

Huang Zilong and Lu Xiaobu were caught off guard and rolled down several times, with their mouths full of mud and hay.

"Your grandma, plotting against me..."

Lu Xiaobu was so angry that he cursed dozens of times, but he didn't expect that the person who kicked him out of the car raised the middle fingers of both hands, even made a grimace and stuck out his tongue. His smug look made him deserve a beating even more than Lu Xiaobu just now.

This made Lu Xiaobu even angrier, but he could only trample on the hay and rage helplessly.

The unlucky fellows who hadn't been able to get on the train just now also boarded the two newly added mule carts and set off on their journey. "Ah, we'll go ahead!"

Only a few people like Lu Xiaobu who had no moral integrity completely missed the opportunity.

Lu Xiaobu looked at his teammates' receding backs and roared unwillingly to the sky, "Zhaoa ...

Liu Changsheng, who originally didn't want to fight for it, got the chance to get on the bus.

He followed the carriage forward, slowly approaching the Tartar's vanguard camp, and the main force of the Tartars continued to gather.

The carriage stopped when it was two or three hundred steps away from the Tartars. Dozens of players who had made an appointment in advance got off the carriage. Although "Liu Changsheng" and others who came to join in the fun also got off the carriage, they didn't know what to do.

Facing a powerful enemy, if the Tatar cavalry attacks, they will quickly rush to our faces.

But the group of guys who are doing the fun are not afraid.

New and old players in different costumes stood in several rows, looking like a large collection of characters from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign.

"Hello, you Tartar thieves! We are the Black Flag Battalion's pig-slaughterers, who have been practicing for two and a half seasons. We love to kill Tartars, torture Tartars, and slaughter Tartars!"

The player standing on the carriage yelled loudly with a megaphone.

"Dance and music, let's go!"

With a greeting, the "instrument group" still in the car began to play instruments.

The familiar prelude sounded, and dozens of players began to dribble the "ball" using the distributed skulls instead of basketballs, pulling it up and down with the ropes that bound the bones.

The player in charge of singing sang enthusiastically, "Chicken, you are so beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)