Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 150 Today is Thursday, tomorrow is Friday, hold on for one more day

Li Mu picked up the telescope and observed for a while. It only took a moment to see the direction of the enemy's attack.

The enemy's attack on the Ming army was brief. After a few battles, they retreated hastily, then regrouped and attacked again.

Rather than saying that the Tartars attacked from three sides, it would be better to say that they did not dare to use their full strength. They only frantically tested the Ming army in front of it, in order to contain the army but not provoke it to launch an all-out attack.

This hesitant attack is more like a naughty child who is showing off in front of his parents and wants to play games. He wants to achieve his goal, but is afraid of crossing the line and angering his parents, which will result in a beating. He is in a state of "Schrödinger's temptation", wanting to achieve his goal but not wanting to die.

As for the details of the Jinan ambush, Li Mu had only heard the "stories" told by players and seen the hand-drawn sketches by players, but he had never felt the stimulation that combined all five senses.

He knew that the battle was brutal, but he didn't know that the player had left a deep impression on the Tartars!

Li Mu raised his eyes and stared at the Tartar's main camp flag for a while. His emotions were fluctuating, and a complex feeling of excitement and control was rolling in his chest.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the empty space holding the Tartar banner several miles away, and said in a voice that only his guards could hear, "The Tartars are afraid of my Black Flag Army!"

Then the problem is coming.

Li Mu knew that the Tatars were afraid of the Black Flag Army. How could he verify this conjecture?
If the conjecture is true.

Players holding up the black flag can easily scare away the Tatars' "soft" infantry and free up the center of the battlefield.

Li Mu could take the opportunity to use his "left hook" to strike the main force of the Tatar invasion, and then push the enemy's main force towards the Ji River and surround it.

Even if the Tartars' reserve forces rushed over, there were still several governors' and governors' flags to hold them back.
Even if things don't go as planned and the troops in the standard camp are incompetent and unable to contain the enemy, the resurrected players can continue to deplete the enemy's manpower and defeat the enemy, thus completing the siege strategy, but it will only cost hundreds or thousands of players' lives.

Perhaps a large number of enemy mounted cavalry will run away, but it is also possible to annihilate a main force.

If the guess is false, the enemy will send out reserve troops to surround the player who has gone out to fight, attempting to encircle and annihilate the "advancing Ming army" in the center of the battlefield.

Then Li Mu could also send his direct infantry and cavalry to surround the Tatars again, making them a double sandwich.

When it comes to exchanging lives, Li Mu, who has the "Resurrection Flag", is not afraid - he has a lot of resurrection reserves, which is more than enough to let the player die three more times.

However, Li Mu felt that his plan was not suitable, like eating dumplings without dipping them in vinegar.

The plan that had been put together always felt like it was missing the last link, and he continued to observe the situation of the friendly forces on the left and right wings with an uneasy mind.

The Ming army sent out several thousand men on the left wing, but they were badly beaten by the more than a thousand scattered Tatar cavalrymen and fled back to the camp in disgrace.

If this Yongwei Battalion was not a famous elite force in the late Ming Dynasty, it would have broken through its own line and caused chaos for the entire army.

The situation on the right wing was average, with the lines of battle and collision between the enemy and us constantly moving back and forth, like a crowded crowd with distinct colors in a busy city.

and many more!

Li Mu seemed to see through some essence through appearances.

He thought that if the middle section of the friendly forces on the right wing deliberately retreated, allowing the enemy to enter their own line, and then the middle section suddenly stopped to withstand the tide of enemy soldiers, the friendly forces on the left and right wings would rush forward to attack from the flank and rear, and part of the enemy would be cut off and surrounded.

Eat up a bunch of enemies fiercely!
However, the prerequisites for this tactic are very high. The soldiers in the central army must have strong defense and high morale, and be able to flexibly switch between feigning defeat and holding on.

Li Mu thought that the Ming army was not capable of doing this, and the fake defeat might turn into a real one, but players who never suffered a crushing defeat could definitely achieve it.

As long as they are given sufficient rewards, they can even perform collective suicide of thousands of people in front of the Tatars.

it is good!
The more Li Mu thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible. It could not only kill a large number of the Tartars' manpower, but also verify the conjecture of "whether the Tartars were afraid of the black flag."

Improved tactical ideas are immediately passed on to the warlord through the players.

Lu Xiangsheng was worried about the stalemate in the war, but Brigadier General Li's new tactics enlightened him.

If we can win a small victory at this time and boost the morale of the entire army, we will be able to break the stalemate and push back against the Tartars.

However, the elite troops of the Black Flag Battalion suffered heavy damage. Can they really stop the Tartars' attack after pretending to be defeated?

The commander-in-chief quickly agreed to Li Mu's suggestion, but added an additional Baoding commander's flag to support the latter, so as to prevent the front line from being unable to hold up and resulting in a disastrous defeat.

"Don't worry about the central army being empty. I still have over ten thousand mobile troops with me. Go ahead and do it without hesitation."

The commander's affirmation was relayed by the players, and then a messenger came on horseback and repeated it.

As the soldiers of Baoding Dubiao arrived at their positions, Li Mu also gave several generals on the right wing a shot of prevention:

No matter what happens next at the Black Flag Camp, they shouldn't be surprised.

Li Mu especially "took care" of Wang Pu and sent another hundred players to serve as his bodyguards.

If this guy dares to have any evil thoughts, I will send Wang to see the King of Hell.

The plan to support the right wing was aborted, and two thousand new and old players were ordered to attack.

The long-silent artillery shells of the friendly forces whizzed past overhead again, and two thousand players marched to the center of the battlefield with firm steps.

"Ajie", who was appointed as a thousand-man commander, was full of confidence. He never thought that he, a small-time rookie, would have the moment to be promoted to "commander".

Perhaps because of his high reputation for capturing Yuetuo, he was given the dazzling title of "Beile killed in battle".

He listened to the marching drums and flutes, and wondered why the world was so beautiful, as if a warm breeze was blowing even when he walked.

He did not participate in the Battle of Jinan, nor did he resurrect and reshape his limbs. He installed a folding crossbow with a wooden and iron structure on his severed left arm, making him the first person to achieve "Ming Dynasty's Yi Ti Synthesis".

Many players looked at his simple "prosthetic limb" with envy, as if to say, "Brother, why are you so handsome!"

……

Faced with the Ming army that was suspected to be the Black Flag Army and had boldly left the team, the Eight Banners leaders decided to test it with force.

In addition to the thousands of infantrymen filling the middle section of the line, Dorgon sent another 5,000 reserve troops.

A total of 10,000 troops were gathered to attack the enemy force of 2,000.

Dorgon instructed the Gushan Ezhen who led the team that if this Ming army showed any of the fearlessness and bravery of the Black Flag Camp, they should retreat immediately without hesitation.

Ten thousand infantrymen rushed towards the long square formation of two thousand players like a huge wave.

"Shoot!" Commander Ajie shouted.

He opened the folding crossbow and pulled the bowstring with one hand, then pulled out the arrow from the quiver behind his waist with his backhand and placed it in the groove of the crossbow.

The sound of the bow and crossbow being shot out rang in his ears, and Ajie also lowered the firing mechanism with his right hand.

With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow shot out.

Thousands of Tartar soldiers at the front raised their shields to block the arrows, and then used the inertia of the charge to roll over the spear line above the knees.

They bent over, heads lowered, like rats in a granary, scrambling for shields while brandishing their steel swords to chop at the spearmen's calves, instantly creating a small gap in the long phalanx defense. More armored Tartars dismounted, using their hard arm armor to push aside the spear shafts, and followed suit, swords brandished in their right hands.

"Ah! The Tartars are rushing in!"

A new player let out a funny scream as if he had been killed by an electric shock gun, and one of his calves was cut off by a steel knife.

He lost his balance and fell sideways, just in time to meet the eyes of an Eight Banners soldier with a muddy face. The opponent slashed horizontally, and the player subconsciously stretched out his left hand to block.

The steel knife slashed through the gaps between the fingers and got stuck two inches into the palm, causing a muffled sound as blood splattered along with flesh and bones.

The player subconsciously clenched two fingers of his left hand, tightly grasping the enemy's blade.

Seeing the enemy's weapon stuck in his flesh and blood, unable to move, the injured player laughed wildly, as if God was helping him.

The Tartar soldier was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a terrified expression as if he saw a talking sow.

The ecstatic player ignored his severely injured left hand, raised his sword with his right hand and chopped down, neatly cutting off the Tartar soldier's right hand, letting the blood from the enemy's wrist artery splatter on his face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The Tartar retreated holding his broken right arm, but was pierced by a swift spear into the eye and brain.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The player with a broken leg twisted his bleeding limb and approached the nearest Tartar soldier who rushed in with difficulty but determination.

He tried his best to squeeze his intact leg, forcing the poor right leg to stand on its own, then he jumped forward a few steps in the posture of a golden rooster standing on one leg, and suddenly jumped and pounced on a Tartar soldier in white armor.

He originally wanted to continue killing the enemy with his crippled body, but the continuous bleeding of his broken leg caused his personal attributes to drop sharply, and he no longer had enough physical strength to support him to continue killing.

"Kill this braided soldier!" He clung to the white-armored heavy infantryman tightly, and refused to let go despite the other party's slashing and stabbing. "Don't hesitate, kill me too! Kill the enemy!"

The teammates behind him didn't hesitate and thrust their spears forward. Both the enemy and the friend were pierced by the spears and were forced to fall backwards while hugging each other.

"Ajie" shot another Tartar with his "prosthetic" crossbow, and more Tartars slammed into the shield formation and fought head-on.

Just when the Tartars thought that this was the genuine Black Flag Army, the Black Flag Army wavered.

"Retreat!! The Tartars are too fierce! Return to our base and regroup!"

One after another, the Qin armored soldiers turned around and jogged, the double-tailed heron crowns on their heads jumping like red rabbit ears. Even the most powerful heavy armored soldiers took off their helmets and smashed them to the ground as if to vent their anger.

Some of the soldiers on the left and right wings near the inner center also gradually broke down their front line, like quicksand that suddenly sank deep into the desert and slowly fell towards the center.

"Oh, oh, I can't win!" Some players deliberately threw their helmets high up, like bachelor's caps thrown at university graduations.

In the chaotic fight, Ajie's sense of immersion became stronger and stronger, and he seemed to have forgotten that he was supposed to pretend to be defeated.

He grabbed a retreating player and shouted righteously, "Anyone who deserts will be killed!"

"I'm going to hit you!" The player whose arm was grabbed was also a real drama queen. He angrily opened Ajie's hand, spit flying from his mouth. "We can't stop them. If we don't run away, we'll die here!"

"Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!"

"Run! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, run!"

The soldiers collapsed and all the defeated soldiers fled.

Gushan Ezhen, who was supervising the battle, suddenly had his eyes light up, and his fear of the "Black Flag Ming Army" was instantly dispelled from his body.

This is not the Black Flag Army, but a "fake Black Flag" that pretends to be the Black Flag but does not have a brave soul!
He ignored the risks of the battlefield and personally joined the dangerous front line to command: "All troops charge! Tear through the Ming army's main formation, and we will win!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The morale of the Tartar infantry was high, and each of them followed the "ruinous soldiers" and killed them as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The Tartars slaughtered dozens, even hundreds, of the defeated Ming troops along the way, and even more Ming soldiers trampled on each other as they fled, resulting in countless casualties. Seeing this, even the most cautious generals felt that the Ming army was doomed!
"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Run!"

Huang Zilong and Lu Xiaobu rushed over, each holding one hand, and through the armpits under Ajie's arms, they clamped his right and left "prosthetic arms" tightly in their arms.

They were like two laborers pulling goods, or like yamen runners carrying prisoners out, dragging Ajie away mercilessly.

"Let me go! I swore to fight to the end!"

Ajie was forced to retreat backwards, but his eyes were fixed on the front.

The fierce Tatar soldiers were attracted by the fleeing players. Thousands of Tatar soldiers rushed forward with blood-stained knives, thinking of killing the powerful enemy to prove themselves.

It wasn't until the red pole marking the distance came into view that Ajie shook off his brother's arm.

"That's enough. You two are not done pretending."

Ajie drew the steel knife from his waist, and felt that the crossbow prosthesis on his left arm looked like some weird European pirate.

Without even turning his head, Ajie stared straight ahead at the surging Tartar soldiers. He turned on the command voice and shouted to all the captains, "Brothers, are you ready?"

The players who were running away just now suddenly stopped and turned around, their faces still showing the excitement, joy and cunning they had just experienced when they turned their backs and ran away.

"It's already been prepared!"

The players collided their weapons, banged their shields, and slammed their spears and halberds against the ground, looking like ferocious goblins who had discovered a girl had entered a cave.

The Tartar soldiers who were following them were murderous and had defiant looks on their faces. They were ready to swing their swords and kill the fleeing soldiers to vent their anger for the near failure of the "Jinan Ambush".

As the Tartar soldiers gradually closed the distance with the "fake Black Flag Army", the vision visible to the naked eye gradually became clearer, and the Tartar soldiers felt more and more that something was wrong.

The Tartar soldiers in the front row subconsciously stopped, their eyes wide in confusion, and they stretched out their arms to stop the other friendly troops from moving forward. "Why didn't the Ming army run away?"

Even so, it still couldn't stop a group of armored men who were intoxicated by the "small victory" and whose minds were full of achievements, "Kill the Han dogs and seize the future!"

The "fake black flag army" that was just fleeing in disarray seemed to have changed. Not only did they fill all the gaps in the battle line, but they also formed an arc and a half circle of heavy defense lines under each flag.

In the distance on the left and right wings, there were even figures of infantry and cavalry moving together.

"Tell the Tartars who we are!" Ajie raised his sword and shouted.

"The pig butcher of Jiuzhou! Specializing in killing dogs and slaves!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

"The red names are all monsters, no one will be spared!"

The players behind him, who had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, ran away from Ajie one after another, like a group of mad wolves howling past the wolf king.

The heavily armored players were like tin cans, rushing towards the Tartar troops in a semi-encirclement.

Some people wielded battle axes and chopped off the enemy's heads. Every time they smashed a Tartar's head with the axe, they would roar like crazy, "Killing pigs, cool!"

(End of this chapter)