Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 148 This is the first time I've become like this
Behind the dancers, dozens of instrumentalists played and sang, and the loudspeakers hanging next to the side of the carriage broadcast the music.

The loudest instrument was the suona. Its powerful sound broke through the empty plain and headed straight for the Tatar camp, violently impacting the brains of the Eight Banners leaders.

Perhaps the time had come, the tune of the suona suddenly changed, and dozens of players took the "skull" into their palms at the same time, as if pinching the two holes of a bowling ball with two fingers.

Even those players who had not rehearsed beforehand could not help but dance to the "Soul".

The dance moves that were etched deep in my soul will never be forgotten, and I hum along with the music, "Chicken, you are so beautiful, hum, Beibei~ang!"

Everyone jumped in unison, turned around, crossed their arms in front of their chests, and then shook their shoulders as if their bodies were spasming, as if they were about to slam into their companion on the right. Then they raised their hands and took a few steps back with a relaxed look on their faces.

Whenever the music plays a fixed tune, dozens of dancers will jump up in unison, shouting in unison: "Gini is so beautiful! Beibei, ah~"

"You are mine, I am yours, who?"

"If you look at it any longer, it will explode. If you get any closer, you will melt—"

As soon as the words "take another look" came out, the musicians who stayed in the carriage immediately put down their instruments, or carried a cylinder on their shoulders and asked others to fill it with "firework shells", or lifted Gatling-shaped fireworks, or tied strange things to the wooden shafts of arrows and then put them on the bowstrings.

Players lit Gatling fireworks, and brilliant tracer sparks streaked across the morning sky.

The muscles in the arms of the "Gatling Shell" were knotted. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, shaking his head like a DJ at a concert, "Let's have some fun together, Wild Boar Skin over there!"

Several arrows shot from the released bowstrings landed on the ground with several decoy bullets. They were like electronic speakers, playing brainwashing fast-paced music at the maximum volume.

"This is the first time I've become like this..."

The large firecrackers ejected from the "bazooka" drew a parabola of a hundred steps and fell to the ground, exploding and raising dust, scaring the front row of braid soldiers into shouting in unison.

Some of the Qing soldiers could no longer hold back and wanted to "disobey orders" and attack.

The "noise" of dance and music in the center of the battlefield shocked both the enemy and our side, and many generals saw this "accident".

The friendly troops marveled at the courage of these soldiers, who dared to drive their cars to the center of the battlefield. The Tartars shot arrows, fired cannons, and even sent cavalry to pursue them.

Then I saw the soldiers playing music and dancing, which was obviously the style of the Black Flag Battalion that was proficient in "music, chess, calligraphy and painting". I sighed that they were worthy of being the fearless Black Flag Army.

The top leaders of the Eight Banners were also stunned.

Dorgon initially thought they were envoys for "negotiations", but after the dancing and music began, he concluded that they were a group of fearless lunatics.

When the Gatling fireworks and rocket firecrackers came, they knew that this group of people deserved to die.

Especially the inexplicable sound emitted by the "bait bomb" was like an evil spirit entering his brain. Dorgon felt uncomfortable all over, his head was swollen, and a surge of anger rushed to the back of his head.

The more he looked, the angrier he became, and the more he listened, the more annoyed he became. He immediately ordered the dispatch of elite cavalry, vowing to destroy the enemy's fighting spirit!
The dancers looked at the approaching horses without panicking. The players drove the carriages into a circle and placed several slanted sharp stakes in the gaps between the carriages and horses.

They retreated to the car in an orderly manner, put down the "basketball" props, and picked up long-range weapons such as bows, crossbows, and darts.

"If you don't appreciate me dancing and playing music for you, then go die!"

The player stretches out his hand horizontally, straight, raises his thumb, closes his left and right eyes in turn, and uses the "jump eye method" to roughly estimate the distance of the Tatar cavalry.

When the enemy rushed to a distance of 300 meters, the player silently moved the scale behind the flintlock rifle to the "200" position, then raised the gun and aimed, predicting the cavalry's running speed in his mind.

It's now!

The player pulls the trigger, and the iron clip holding the flint hits the iron sheet, creating sparks that ignite the gunpowder in the firing port. White smoke instantly spurts out from the front and rear ends of the barrel, and the Minié bullet, whose tail instantly expands in mid-air, spins and shoots out along the rifling.

It flew over 190 meters, pierced through the cloth armor, and embedded itself in the rider's chest. The soft lead bullet penetrated the flesh and created a bowl-sized cavity.

The rider fell off his horse with a groan.

The other riders looked back at their fallen allies and felt a chill down their spines.
What firearm can fire at a distance of 100 to 200 steps? The Ming army's ordinary bird guns can only fire at a distance of 50 steps at most!
The panic of the Qing cavalry had not yet ended when the second round of arrows was fired. The arrows' projectile damage was not high, but the "bird gun"'s ability to accurately shoot from a long distance scared everyone.

Bullets flew across the two- to three-hundred-meter battlefield, piercing riders' chests and abdomens or blowing off horses' heads. Blood splattered the ground, wounded men fell from their horses, wailing, and fallen horses whinnied in pain.

The speeding cavalrymen seemed to have encountered a scene of invisible demons devouring people. A mere 10% casualties made the leader afraid to fight again.

He shouted quickly, turned around, and pulled the reins to drive the horse to adjust the angle.

However, the players whose interest in dancing and music had been ruined would not let them go easily. The coachman hummed a few times and whipped the horses to make them run.

Although the tanks were not fast, they were able to try their best to maintain the relative distance between the enemy and us so as not to be left too far behind.

The Jiannu cavalry and the player's chariots are like two parallel fleets on the sea, conducting oblique artillery fire.

"Where are you running to, wild boar demon? Take my bullet!"

The players sitting in the car are like the warriors in the Spring and Autumn chariots, raising their arms and shouting, while the musketeers are trying hard to aim at the enemy cavalry in the bumpy ride.

Bullets that were imperceptible to the naked eye whizzed past them, and every terrifying whistling sound the Tartars heard meant a cavalryman had fallen off his horse.

The shrill screams stimulated the brains of every surviving cavalryman, and even the horsemen who were not killed after falling to the ground would be hit by arrows from the archers on the chariots.

Although the Tartars tried their best to escape a hundred steps away, they still could not escape the evil "gun bullets", and the invisible killing weapon continued to hunt the running "wild boar skin".

For a moment, there were screams and cries everywhere.

Only after 30% of the riders fell to the ground and died did the remaining cavalry finally merge with the main force. Many of the infantrymen in formation were unable to dodge and were knocked back dozens of paces by their own horses. The player's chariots pursued for a hundred steps before turning back.

Their speed became slower and slower, and they finally stopped at the place where the most Tartar corpses were.

The musicians took the ownerless warhorses. Twenty players with skulls hanging from their waists quickly dismounted and expertly drew their daggers to cut off the Tartar's head.

They inserted the heads into sharp stakes and fixed them in the ground, like a celebration ceremony. They knelt on one knee around the heads, holding the blood dripping from the heads in their hands, as if a long drought had finally brought rain.

They smeared the blood in their hands on their faces and roared loudly, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skulls to the Skull Throne! Bloody disaster is coming! God will destroy the wild boar! Exterminate the clan! Exterminate the clan! Exterminate the clan!"

Then they threw the spikes with heads stuck in them like javelin throwers.

They still felt unsatisfied, so they unbuckled their belts and pants and urinated on the spot. Some even turned their backs to the enemy, raised their buttocks high, and used their hands to beat their buttocks like war drums, offering the Tartars the ultimate mockery.

"Come and attack the follower with taunt!"

"Die for these Han dogs!" Dorgon was so angry that he almost crushed the telescope.

Although he couldn't hear the players' curses and shouts, he could see their extremely arrogant and sarcastic attitudes through the "telescope".

The defeated riders retreated, and the leader of the team was taken before Dorgon by his superior, Niulu, and he recounted in horror what had happened.

The commander claimed that the Ming army used firearms or some kind of sorcery to kill people at a distance of 200 steps, and many of them were killed and wounded before they even rushed forward.

If they really rushed forward at the risk of their lives, I'm afraid half of them would not survive.

"Nonsense!" Dorgon was furious. Bayala beside him drew his sword and beheaded the captain with one blow. "Those who disrupt the morale of the army will die!"

"Han dogs insulted the Qing Dynasty. Kill them all! Kill them all!"

However, before Dorgon had finished delivering his order, he waved his hand and said, "Wait!"

Through the telescope, he actually saw several familiar black flags flying in the center of the Han army. One of them was particularly large, as if they were afraid that others would not see it.

Weren’t the Black Flag Army annihilated by their own ambush?

How could there be more?!
Even if the Black Flag Camp retained some of its seeds, at best it could only build a force of one or two thousand people.

But why are there so many "strange" flags in the camp of this central army? And judging from the placement of the "miscellaneous flags" and the black flags, the number of this legion is no less than 5,000.

The Black Flag Camp still has 5,000 soldiers?
Dorgon was shocked by his own thoughts. He repeated to himself many times that this was impossible.

Eight hundred elite Black Flag soldiers almost caused the ambush, which had a 90% chance of success, to fail.

If there were still 5,000 elite Black Flag soldiers, he wouldn't have to fight this battle. The wisest thing to do would be to sound the horn and retreat.

He quickly exchanged "telescopes" with other princes and beile to repeatedly observe the Black Flag Camp of the central army.

It was confirmed that it was not a problem with the telescope, nor with his own eyes - other princes and nobles also saw the black flag.

Now Dorgon was completely panicked, and several princes and nobles who had witnessed the "madness" of the Black Flags no longer had the confidence they had before to defeat the Ming army.

"Could it be that the remnants of the Black Flag Army and the auxiliary troops raised flags to disguise themselves?" Hauge tried hard to find an excuse, but the panic in his tone betrayed his emotions.

Hauge witnessed Abatai's death with his own eyes, and knew that even princes and nobles would die in front of the Black Flag madman.

"It must be a disguise. It must be a disguise."

Dorgon was also deceiving himself to believe it, otherwise he would not have the confidence to order an attack. The terrifying scenes of the "Flame Demon" and the overwhelming hatred of the Black Flag elite had been tormenting him in his dreams.

"But we can't just let the Han dogs provoke us arrogantly, right?"

Mazhan, who had previously been roaring about revenge for his elder brother, had calmed down considerably. The Black Flag madman shattered his arrogance. He also learned to lower his voice when discussing the Black Flag Army.

"Let's first test and attack those without black flags. If the Han dog's central army is indeed the Black Flag Camp..."

"What should it be?"

"Then retreat back to Liaodong!"

Dorgon spoke decisively, then quickly added, "The Southern Dynasty has a large population. My Great Qing cannot afford to trade lives for that Black Flag lunatic, nor do we have the military strength to annihilate him again. Even if he loses most of his men in battle, as long as he still has seeds, he can train thousands of elite soldiers and repeatedly wear down my Great Qing's bloodline. How many people will my Great Qing have left after several battles?"

"Then let's do it."

The princes and nobles who originally held different opinions finally reached a consensus efficiently - the Black Flag Army was a huge mountain that they could not cross at the moment.

The attack horns rumbled through the sky, and thousands of cavalrymen took a detour to harass the left wing of the Ming army and the back of the central army, looking for opportunities to find flaws.

Twenty thousand auxiliary infantry troops moved out in groups and slowly approached the center and right wing of the Ming army.

Seeing that the Tartars were angry, the driver quickly drove his horse away.

The driver, extremely excited, shouted loudly at the friendly forces on the right wing, and his open mouth was "blown" into a big trumpet by the strong wind.

"I lured the enemy here, hahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)