Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 169 It’s all here
There are traces of the cultivation of a strong military.

It would be impossible to produce such elite soldiers without half a year of recuperation, half a year of intensive training, and a year or so of actual combat.

Liu Zeqing stationed troops in Shandong for several years. In his early years, he led troops to follow the imperial army to pursue the "Li Kong Army" that rebelled in Denglai. After that, he never heard of any other bandits rebelling.

How come there is a bandit group called the "Red Turban Army" in Shandong that has been hiding for several years?

Could it be that they have been hiding in the mountains, using treacherous people to cultivate land and build military equipment, accumulating capital for several years before going down the mountain to seize the prefectures and counties?
But that’s not right either.

Liu Zeqing thought that the news of the two thousand bandits attempting to rebel could not be kept completely secret, and there would always be one or two "good citizens" who would not tolerate the bandit leader and would come down the mountain to report the news.

But there has been no news for all these years. Where did the Red Turban Army come from?

Liu Zeqing couldn't help but look to the west.

Could it be the beggar thief who caused trouble in Henan?
They were unwilling to be surrounded by the imperial army in Henan, so they sent a group of elite troops to the north to attack the capital, in an attempt to tie down the imperial army that was heading south to suppress the bandits.

The Red Scarf bandits are no longer the abandoned pawns that attract encirclement and suppression.

Liu Zeqing thought that if he were the "abandoned pawn", he would have led his troops into the mountains to become bandits, or even been recruited as a soldier.

What kind of magic potion had these two thousand people been fed that they dared to go north to the imperial court's close territory and seek trouble.

Aren't they afraid of death?
Liu Zeqing didn't know why the Red Turban bandits were not afraid of death. He only knew that the Red Turban bandits fought fiercely and would be defeated here.

With two loud bangs, Liu Zeqing's artillery finally fired a shell.

However, the Red Turban bandits had already formed themselves into a loose horizontal formation in advance, and even if the solid bullets pierced through the vertical formation, the total casualties were only a dozen or so.

The bandits, with high morale, are still advancing, like a solid iron wall, unstoppable in shortening the distance between the enemy and us.

Only by rushing to the front of the enemy can the "Red Scarf" warriors thrust their steel knives into the enemy's intestines.

The second round of artillery fire sounded a minute and a half later, and the shells landed in the queue, exploding into blood-red roses.

When the third round of bombardment ended, the Red Scarf Bandits began to speed up and sprint, showing no fear at all under the bombardment.

They fought off the cavalry, were not afraid of artillery shells, and even looked eager to fight when facing the well-formed formation of the government troops' infantry.

Liu Zeqing suspected that even if ten more cannons were delivered, they would not be able to stop them from moving forward.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

When the Red Turban bandits advanced two hundred steps, the "corpses" in the back row who had been hit by artillery shells and fallen to the ground appeared.

Even though they were hundreds of steps apart, Liu Zeqing could still see several blurry figures on the ground, and they were still moving?

He squinted and observed.

Those figures dragged their broken arms and legs and crawled slowly on the ground, leaving barely perceptible streaks of blood on the ground behind them.

Why do they continue to move forward even though they are seriously injured and on the verge of death? Why do they still want to fight!
There was even a seriously injured person who used a spear to support himself and stood up. His left leg was broken by a cannonball, and the blood gushing out like a fountain quickly took away his life force.

He managed to take a few steps with the help of a spear, but still fell down slowly.

But before he fell, he stabbed the tip of the spear into his chest, making his body form an angle with the spear to maintain balance.

Even if he died, he would choose to die standing.

The strong visual impact almost blew Liu Zeqing's brain away, and goose bumps broke out all over his body.

What a brave "madman" this is!
Liu Zeqing exclaimed in his heart, wondering what kind of "monster" he was fighting against again.

Could this be the abandoned son of a beggar bandit? Are you sure it's not a mountain demon?
The scouts who were asking for help hurriedly reported, "Deputy General Ni said that the soldiers were exhausted from traveling and hadn't eaten yet. He will send troops to help after the soldiers have eaten and drunk enough..."

"By the time he finished his meal, I'd be beheaded!"

Liu Zeqing cursed Ni Chong and said he deserved to die.

Although he also had the idea of ​​"it's better for teammates to die than for myself" before the battle, he was unwilling to do so because he was not the one who took advantage.

At this moment, the two thousand bandits were like a hot knife cutting through cheese, dividing the thousands of government troops into two.

"kill!"

The Red Turban bandits became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and they would slash and hack at will as soon as they rushed into the front line.

"Protect our brothers on both wings and advance, and take down the enemy general's head!"

"Roar!"

The sharp blade slashed towards Yibing's face, and the blue blood under the harmonious filter sprayed in the direction of the blade's cutting, splashing all over "Horus".

He grabbed the enemy soldier's collar and charged forward a few steps as if holding a human shield. The enemy soldiers in front of him dodged in panic.

"Come and kill me!" He Lusi roared wildly, pushed away the dead man who was acting as a meat shield, looked around with blood on his face and a steel knife in hand, looking for the next enemy to fight.

All the players rushed into the loose lines of the Ming army. Wherever he looked, he saw nothing but chaotic scenes of fighting and hand-to-hand combat.

Swords chopped, armor collided, javelins cut through the air like bamboo whistles, arrows pierced flesh with muffled sounds, and war horses, fleeing in a panic, sped past in front of him.

He Lusi exhaled slightly moist vapor from his mouth and nose, and suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him.

The sound of straw sandals scraping against the road surface gradually approached, condensing into a virtual position behind him.

He Lusi turned his head and took a quick glance, and when he saw the red mark above the man's head, he understood.

"court death!"

He Lusi held the steel knife in reverse and stabbed it diagonally before turning around. He suddenly felt a dislocation sensation in the palm of his hand as it hit the iron sheet, followed by a delay feeling as it pierced the buffer.

The knife pierced the iron plate of the cloth armor, further crushed the overlapping part of the armor plates and pierced into the side of the enemy soldier's chest.

If it deviates a few inches, it will penetrate the soft spot under the armpit where there is no armor.

The steel knife was withdrawn, and a stream of blood flowed out. Although it was not a fatal wound, it deprived the soldier of his fighting ability and knocked the enemy's weapon out of his hand. Several soldiers nearby saw their comrades injured, and their angry faces gradually turned ferocious and violent. Like crazed baboons, they rushed forward with their knives in hand.

Faced with a one-on-three situation, He Lusi did not foolishly wait for the other side to attack him. Instead, he kicked out, raising dust from the ground and blinding one person's eyes.

The steel knife slashed across with a sharp scream, and the speed was beyond the opponent's expectations.

The second soldier was too hasty to raise his sword to block, and the powerful force of the steel sword cut through his shoulder armor and penetrated two inches into his flesh.

The steel knife that had pierced into the soldier's flesh and blood released its final force downwards. The terrifying force shook his heart and lungs, killing him instantly.

He Lusi pulled back the knife, only to find that the enemy's shoulder bone was stuck on the blade, making a low clicking sound.

In an instant, the third soldier rushed over. Feeling very unlucky, He Lusi gritted his teeth and decisively gave up the steel knife in his right hand.

He leaned over and rolled to create some distance, while grabbing the enemy's weapon that had just fallen to the ground.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and swung it hard to parry the attack of the officers and soldiers.

The two knives collided and sparks flew, and both men felt their wrists go numb from the shock.

The officers and soldiers subconsciously took a few steps back to adjust their fighting posture, looking up and down at the Red Turban bandit leader with shock on their faces.

The officers and soldiers could not have imagined that this well-equipped leader had considerable experience as a single soldier and was very skilled in dealing with multiple sieges.

Use the dirt on the ground to temporarily block one person's vision, then kill another person with lightning speed, and then quickly resist the attack of a third person and repel the opponent.

What a powerful individual combat capability and adaptability this is. He must be an elite veteran who has fought in several years of war!

If placed in the official army, they are the elite among the generals' personal soldiers!

But the officer's sigh ended there.

As one of the general's personal soldiers and one of the best fighters in Shandong, he is fully confident that he can capture this fierce bandit.

"Death!"

The soldier took a step forward and was about to have a life-and-death duel with He Lusi, when suddenly his whole body tensed up and a spear pierced his neck from the back, and the tip of the spear came out from his throat.

The soldier was unwilling to accept his death from the sneak attack, so he stretched out his hand and tried hard to grab He Lusi but failed. He collapsed in regret and helplessness.

"Don't thank me for my support, this is what I should do..."

The player blew a kiss to Horus, who gave him the middle finger in thanks.

"Steal my head, you headless dog!"

Thousands of people collided and fought, but after just a few rounds of confrontation, Liu Zeqing felt that the central army could no longer hold out.

The Red Turban bandits were so brave that they could withstand a government army five times their size, and the operation to suppress bandits seemed to have turned into a "demon-killing operation."

He is just a mortal, there is no way he can do this.

Why not just ask the "war maniacs" in the Black Flag Camp who dared to fight the Jiannu to wipe out these lunatics.

Fighting maniacs and killing madmen are natural opponents.

"Retreat!" Liu Zeqing ordered a retreat and immediately jumped on his horse.

After hundreds of personal soldiers mounted their war horses and mules, Liu Zeqing decisively kicked the horses' bellies and galloped away without waiting for the infantry to change direction.

As for the small cannons and some military equipment brought in this battle, they were just given to the bandits for nothing.

As long as the Black Flag Battalion marches south and defeats the Red Turban bandits, he still has a chance to recapture the weapons.

The morale of Liu's troops plummeted when they discovered that their commander had "abandoned the army and fled", and the soldiers crowded at the outermost edge hurriedly followed their commander and ran away.

The front line that originally had some resistance turned into a major rout in an instant.

"General Liu ran away!"

"Our army is defeated, our army is defeated!"

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

The sound of defeated flight echoed across the battlefield, and thousands of soldiers and horses scattered like startled birds in the forest.

Seeing that chasing and killing the enemy general was hopeless, He Lusi immediately revised the military order, "Those who lay down their weapons and surrender will be spared. Let the defeated soldiers transport supplies to us! Five hundred men advance three hundred paces south and form a battle array. Be on guard against the Ming army's reinforcements on the left wing!"

The players, who suffered only half of the casualties, spread out "hunting" teams in all directions, driving back the defeated soldiers who had lost their will to fight in groups.

He Lusi climbed onto a food cart for officers and soldiers and looked into the distance, keeping an eye on the movements of another Ming army.

If those thousands of fresh troops came to attack, the players who had consumed a lot of physical strength would not be defeated, but they would have to pay a considerable price.

But who would have thought that when the Ming army saw their friendly forces being defeated, they simply mobilized their troops and fled south.

Seeing this, He Lusi quickly added orders, counting out three temporary numbers, "Ride your horses to pursue the Ming troops on the left wing. Be sure to damage the enemy's morale and bring back some prisoners..."

The battle on the right wing ended, and the dejected prisoners were driven back like cattle and sheep.

Some players even couldn't control their temper and beat up the prisoners on the way before returning to a safe area, calling it a "killing punch."

At this time, dozens of players riding war horses and mules returned, followed by about a hundred Ming army prisoners, driving carriages that seemed to be loaded with parts of some equipment.

"Look what we've captured..."

Horus took a closer look and guessed that the parts on these vehicles could be assembled into a heavy catapult.

He knew very well that even in the age of firearms, this type of catapult would still be widely used.

"Since we're already here, why not use these heavy catapults instead of the small cannons and try to attack nearby Yanzhou? You know, the Prince of Lu and his family live in the city. What if we take it?"

(End of this chapter)