Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 170 As long as the Black Flag Battalion comes to help, everything will be fine

The suggestion to attack Yanzhou again was quickly agreed upon by a group of players.

Li Mu, who communicated with players online and offline, did not object to the plan.

Anyway, the temporary battle flag will not last for many days, so we might as well take this opportunity to loosen the constraints on the players and let the Fourth Scourge display their creative talents.

Maybe he can come up with something that will amaze Li Mu.

If we could capture Yanzhou and slaughter another vassal king, it would also reduce the burden on future players of the Shandong Legion and even the people of Shandong, and even increase the Mandate Points for capturing the city.

The accumulated destiny for capturing Qufu and defeating two Ming armies is not much, perhaps because it was too easy to achieve, thus reducing its value.

A total of 7,000 destiny points were accumulated, bringing Li Mu 300 new players and some ancillary products.

Although the number of new players was small, Li Mu felt a subtle sense of humor, as if he was leading 1,300 players to an expedition, and the number of players decreased to 2,700 in the middle, and then increased to 3,000.

However, if we want to attack Yanzhou, problems will arise.

After all, Yanzhou is a provincial capital with many guards in the city, and the Ming army fleeing on the left wing is likely to retreat into the provincial capital.

With only 1,800 players left after the fierce battle, it would be difficult to surround the entire city. If the prince and his family escaped, it would be disastrous.

Although they could rob the princes of their wealth, they could not rob them of their privileges and land. Once these parasites returned to their fiefdoms, they might even exploit the people even more severely to make up for the losses.

Therefore, it doesn’t matter whether Yanzhou is conquered or not. As long as we decide to fight, the entire family of the vassal king must be wiped out.

After a brainstorming session between a group of "fun-lovers" and "strategists", the Red Turban Army decided to take two steps at once.

The first step is to transfer players who are "guarding Qufu's property" to strengthen the combat force - as long as the vanguard cavalry of the Black Flag Camp arrives, they will retreat.

The second step was to recruit all the captives and surrendered soldiers. The Red Turban Army captured a total of more than 3,400 prisoners. Although their combat effectiveness was uneven, they were generally stronger than the militia and garrison soldiers.

In total, the Red Turban Army expanded to more than 5,500 people.

Of course, the defeated soldiers who just surrendered cannot be deployed directly, they still need to be trained -

More than 3,000 prisoners were randomly divided into more than ten queues, with a basket of silver placed in front of each queue.

"Who are the sentries here, and who are the officers above sentry?" He Lusi's face was half covered in enemy blood. He raised his knife, which was covered in flesh and bone paste. "Anyone who points out an officer will be rewarded with one ounce of silver... But if no one in a squad speaks, each person will be beaten with thirty military sticks. If they still don't speak after being beaten, they will be beaten again until they speak!"

After He Lusi finished speaking, he raised his knife and randomly selected a few "lucky guys" and nodded to his brothers. The players immediately smiled happily, dragged the unlucky guys and beat them with sticks.

The player swung the stick and beat the prisoner to death, making him scream.

The howling of pain made the other prisoners panic. They quickly identified themselves as soldiers and then pointed out the officers who were in the queue.

Some junior officers are very good at dealing with people. Even though they were betrayed by some small soldiers, some people still pleaded for them.

There are some who know how to behave themselves, and there are naturally some who are deeply disliked by the soldiers.

"It's him! He's the captain!"

The captain Chen who was identified suddenly widened his eyes. He looked around and suddenly saw five red-turbaned bandits rushing up like hungry tigers and knocking him down.

"Traitor! Let me go!" General Chen roared.

"A direct blow would be too easy for him! This officer who has no one to plead for mercy must be a bastard who usually beats and scolds soldiers and drinks their blood. Let him enjoy some torture!"

"Hehe, what you said makes sense."

The player who was about to chop someone down put down his knife after being advised. The brother who made the suggestion tied a rope around Chen Bazong's throat and limbs, and the surrounding players immediately echoed "Great!"

Dozens of players were divided into five "tug-of-war" teams under the watchful eye of General Chen. Each team held one end of the rope and wrapped it around their shoulders, like boat trackers pulling a boat.

In addition to Chen Bazong, other sentry officers, battalion commanders, and captain commanders were identified one by one.

They were all tied with ropes by the players and placed in five directions to be pulled outwards.

"Why don't we use war horses instead of men?"

"The warhorse was too powerful, and it pulled people to death in an instant. It wasn't painful at all. We use humans to pull, so we can properly control the intensity of the pain..."

"Gosh, you're such a devil! How could you even come up with such a tormenting idea?"

"Compared to our ancestors who invented all kinds of criminal laws, what I'm doing is nothing. Have you ever heard of all kinds of harsh punishments? Modern people would faint after reading them..."

"start!"

At the command, countless tug-of-war teams responded and started the competition, and soon there were cries of pain one after another.

A small number of prisoners felt that it was cruel and brutal, but most of them felt relieved and happy. The humiliation and beatings they suffered in daily life were now vented.

……

Ni Chong's infantrymen who fled south were soon caught up by the vanguard of the Red Turban bandits. The latter ran as fast as they could, fearing that they would run slower than their brothers and fall into the mouths of hungry wolves.

Many defeated soldiers finally crossed the stone bridge across the river and rushed into the Yanzhou city before the bandits caught up with them.

"Don't close the door!" The lagging fleeing soldiers waved their hands and shouted, and the friendly troops following closely behind were hit by the whistling arrows and fell to the ground from time to time.

"Close the door quickly!"

Ni Chong, who had escaped from danger, roared loudly. If he waited for those who fell behind, the Red Turban bandits would take the opportunity to kill their way into the city, and the entire Yanzhou and even the vassal kings would be in danger!

"close the door……"

The prefect gave his orders with mixed emotions. As the heavy iron gates of the prefectural city closed, a burst of banging, hacking, cursing, and shouting emanated from outside. The prefect closed his eyes tightly, trying to strip away the last shred of conscience in his body.

Soon the noises of smashing and looting outside the door gradually died down, replaced by the muffled sound of weapons hitting flesh and the angry shouts of the brutal Red Turban bandits.

"Don't think a few city walls can save your lives!" the bandits roared outside the gate. "Once I break into the city, I'll slaughter you and the fat pigs of the vassal kings together!"

"Stop being so arrogant, rebels! When the Black Flag Battalion arrives, we'll make sure you're left with neither life nor death!"

After hearing the encouraging words from the generals, the morale of the defenders in the city was greatly boosted.

The Black Flag Battalion could easily kill even the Jian Nu, so it should be more than enough to suppress this group of bandits. The defenders didn't need to flee the city; they could just stay inside and wait for reinforcements.

Everything will be fine as long as the Black Flag Battalion arrives.

"Hahaha! The Black Flag Camp is nothing! Even if the Jade Emperor comes, you're all dead!"

The vicious players hunted around the city gate, killing or capturing hundreds of defeated soldiers who had no time to escape.

There were also some gentry who heard that the bandits were attacking and tried to escape into the city for refuge, but their legs were not very flexible and they were captured alive by the bandits on the spot.

All visible soldiers outside the city of Yanzhou were swept away, and the Red Turban bandits only left a small number of cavalry to patrol the stone bridges on the four sides of the moat to guard against the escape of the defenders.

The player picked up the head of the resister with a spear and stabbed it hard next to the stone bridge across the river to intimidate the Ming army in the city.

"Whose master is this? Once we reach Yanzhou, we will reunite your whole family!" A player gently shook the shaft of his spear, and the pale dead head on the tip of the spear seemed to be greeting the friendly forces on the wall.

However, the deterrent effect has not yet taken effect, but it has angered the defenders in the city. A series of arrows flew down from the top of the wall and hit the player's throat.

He held his throat, which was pierced by an arrow, blood gushing out from between his fingers. His body involuntarily retreated backwards, and two more arrows pierced his chest and thigh.

"Gan!"

The brother was trembling all over, and the game screen in front of him gradually dimmed as his health points continued to decrease.

Before the screen finally went black, he raised his right arm and pointed a finger at the Ming army on the wall.

The reorganized Ming army quickly fought back, with lead bullets and arrows flying everywhere, catching the Red Turban Army off guard. They left behind more than a dozen corpses and slowly retreated out of the range of the guns and arrows.

At this time, the artillery on the wall also sounded at the right time. Several shells fell into the players' positions, killing dozens of players and surrendered soldiers.

"Huang Zilong" was one of those who was beaten half to death.

He was standing with his hands on his hips a second ago, feeling refreshed, as if he were an old regimental commander who dared to attack a county town, pointing at the city and yelling at his teammates, "Second Battalion Commander! Pull up the damn 'Italian Cannon'!"

The next second, he was hit by a cannonball, which broke his waist.

Huang Zilong's upper body fell to the ground with a thud, like a bust with its lower body stained red.

His character fainted for a while before regaining consciousness, "Damn it, I was hit by a Shabi shell!"

Huang Zilong turned his head and heard another "pop" sound from behind his head.

Lu Xiaobu's legs were also broken by the shells. The limbs that were trying to support his body could not bear the weight and broke, causing his upper body to fall to the ground, just in time to become Huang Zilong's companion.

"What a coincidence, you are also watching the battle from this Hobbit's perspective." Lu Xiaobu blinked.

"Hobbit! Why are there two people with only half of their bodies left? Tell me, why are you hiding behind me? Are you trying to use me to block the arrows?"

"Who do you take me for? Am I the kind of treacherous villain who steps on his brothers to climb up the ladder?"

"You are!" Huang Zilong raised his hand to give Lu Xiaobu a slap, but he couldn't reach it. He immediately grabbed a ball of sand and threw it in his face. "Hey, don't touch my butt!"

"You can't move if you say so. How embarrassing for me?"

Lu Xiaobu reached out and pulled at Huang Zilong's broken upper body, intending to use Huang Zilong's legs to hit Huang Zilong's men, which was also a way of giving him a taste of his own medicine...

"You two are really talented. You can still perform a two-person opera even though you only have half of it left..."

The "Breakthrough Hand" laughed so hard that he fell backwards. He lifted Lu Xiaobu by the scruff of the neck and placed him in front of Huang Zilong.

As a result, the two of them were like two dogs swearing at each other through iron bars, but when they really met, they didn't say a word.

The two stared at each other, and the air was filled with awkwardness.

The two died, but they brought endless joy and happiness to their teammates.

The artillery that the friendly forces called for was not pulled up, but three counterweight catapults were pulled up, which took hundreds of people a long time to assemble.

To prevent the catapult from being destroyed by the defenders' artillery, players also placed several shield carts and carriages in front of the catapult as buffers.

The counterweight trebuchet's range isn't very far, but it's still useful for bombarding fixed city walls.

Unless there are long-range heavy artillery on the wall, these catapults cannot be destroyed.

"Trebuckets ready! Cannonballs loaded!"

But when the catapult was completed, what the Red Turban Army put into the slingshot was not a stone bullet, nor was the kerosene ignited, but a soldier who had been stripped of his armor and thick clothes, leaving only a single piece of clothing.

The man had a medicine bag wrapped around his waist and a cloak tied behind him, making him look like a huge bat.

The defeated soldiers who were recruited were all surprised. Were they going to throw out living people?
Isn't that certain death?!

But why did this red-turbaned soldier who was chosen to die still have an excited smile on his face, as if he was not going to die, but to a paradise without sorrow and suffering?
(End of this chapter)