Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 172 No, what strength do you have?
The defenders who faced the enemy head-on were on the verge of collapse, and hundreds of them fled to the foot of the wall or into the streets of the neighborhood.

The garrison troops who came to support did not see the "bloody carpet" on the wall. They only knew that the battle on the west wall was particularly fierce, and it seemed that it was hit hard by artillery and catapults.

The commander of the guards was, after all, a third-rank military officer, and he was dispatching the guerrillas from Yanzhou. Seeing these soldiers fleeing in panic like cowards without the general's control, he naturally took over the military law power.

"No escaping! Everyone, retreat back to the city walls!"

He ordered his bannermen to form a human wall to keep the fleeing soldiers outside the "wall". If the garrison soldiers couldn't defeat the enemy, could they not stop the friendly forces?

"Hurry, run! The bandits are not human, they are monsters!"

"The monster is coming! The monster is going to rush in and eat people. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Aaaaaaaah!”

The fleeing soldiers looked crazy and crowded together desperately, even leaving behind the swords they carried with them.

They were sweating profusely, with tears and snot streaming down their faces. From time to time, they looked back at the top of the city in horror, as if some terrible group of zombies were about to climb over the high walls and sneak into the city.

"What nonsense! There are no such things as monsters or demons in this world! If you continue to spread rumors and disrupt the morale of the army, I will kill you with a single blow!"

"Heaven is angry—plundering the countryside, killing innocent people to claim credit, stealing soldiers' salaries without paying them, raping and looting. Heaven is punishing us for allowing these monsters to wreak havoc on the world. You and I are going to die! Hahahahahaha...we're all going to die!"

"Looking for death!" The commander suddenly drew his sword and chopped it down diagonally. A stream of blood splattered and the young officer who was talking nonsense fell to the ground.
Before he died, the young officer said with a weak breath, "We will all die..."

As soon as the young officer took his last breath, the commander-in-chief felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

Killing a babbling madman did not strengthen his confidence, and the still restless fleeing soldiers made his sense of foreboding even stronger.

It felt like the sky above my head was collapsing and pressing down on the ground.

Commander Wei looked up at the sky and vaguely saw several black objects flying high in the sky, flapping their "wings" and approaching the city wall.

The "big bird" seemed to have locked onto its prey, folded its "wings", put its feet together and attacked the dense lines in the city.

"Here they come! The monsters are coming!"

The true form of the "monster" caused a commotion, and even Commander Wei, who was seeing it for the first time and was unaware of the "monster's strength", was frightened.

Several fearless "heavenly soldiers" fell, roaring with excitement as if they were seeking death.

The siege troops not only used "human bombs", but also volunteered to die!
Three bombs exploded in quick succession, blowing away the bricks and stones of the street. One "bomb" struck the back of the dense crowd, killing a dozen officers and soldiers jammed in the street.

There were also "human bombs" gliding and falling, dragging their ruptured bodies and leaking blood as they slid for dozens of steps.

Although this person had broken bones and severed tendons all over his body and was bleeding profusely, he still had a breath of life in his body.

He twisted his severely injured head, taking in the terrified faces of the officers and soldiers, leaving a deep and unforgettable impression of horror on Commander Wei. Finally, he raised his arm, where the bones were visible, and lit the fuse.

As the flames burned the gunpowder bag, the seriously injured man roared with his last bit of strength, "Long live the Emperor!"

The gunpowder bag exploded with a loud bang, and the flames from the iron ball fragments spread out in all directions, engulfing the officers and soldiers.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Commander Wei had several small steel balls piercing his nose and cheeks, and he knelt on the ground screaming in pain.

The flag army, which had already relaxed its "human wall", immediately broke up its camp and there was crying and wailing everywhere.

The officers, soldiers and civilians who believed in gods and Buddhas had tears in their eyes. They knelt on the ground and anxiously recited scriptures, praying to God to forgive their sins and take away these horrifying monsters.

As one "evil ghost" after another fell, flames and black smoke shot straight into the sky, and gravel, wood chips, bricks, and broken limbs were thrown into the air, and then fell like rain, making a loud noise.

The people in the houses didn't know what was happening. They only heard some ghost-like howling sounds coming from the wall, and then they heard deafening explosions.

The soldiers no longer had the bravery they had before the battle. They shouted and pushed each other to escape, desperate to escape the flesh and blood puppets thrown from outside the city.

Flames and black smoke enveloped the western city wall of Yanzhou. There were not many soldiers who dared to fight on the wall. Even if there were some brave and capable generals and their personal soldiers, they did not dare to step onto the city wall easily.

Seeing that there were not many people on the wall, the Red Turban Army commander immediately ordered, "The time has come! Attack the city!"

Three thousand soldiers of mixed strength rushed towards the city wall, while the "human bombs" fired by the catapults were still flying over the heads of the friendly troops.

The "infantry and artillery coordination" tactic forced the officers and soldiers on the wall to not dare to raise their heads to block the attack, allowing the siege team to easily get close to the city wall.

"Quick! Build the ladder!"

Amid the players' impatient roars, the surrendered soldiers worked together to set up ladders to climb the wall.

As soon as the ladder was set up, the player holding the shield quickly climbed up while shouting "I want to climb first".

Hundreds of players anxiously climbed up the wooden ladder, their heads and tails tightly connected like "black pearls" sucked through milk tea straws.

They climbed over the parapet to gain a firm foothold, stepped over the dense pile of corpses and flesh of both enemies and friends, and left bloody steps.

Even if the temporary personal guards blocked the stairs, they would be beaten back one by one by the players.

Some players even found it too troublesome to queue up and go downstairs, so they just took a run and leaped over the enemy's head. "Eat my knight kick!"

With the help of the enemy's head and shoulders as a cushion, he landed safely and started killing before he even got his footing.

This cool leaping action activates the funny soul of the sand sculpture players, and people keep replicating the handsome action and flying over the enemy's head.

The flying kicks that fell one after another disrupted the formation. The officers and soldiers who were already being beaten back slowly could no longer hold out and turned around and fled.

After successfully entering the city and meeting up with the players who had climbed up the gate tower, they pushed the mechanism together to open the west gate.

As the city gates opened, the commander and part of the reserve troops rushed into Yanzhou.

Some players quickly ran to the other three walls to control the gates and artillery.

The other players led the surrendered soldiers into four columns and marched forward, clearing out the officers and soldiers who were still resisting and the gangsters who took advantage of the situation to loot along the way.

The order in Yanzhou City completely collapsed, the black smoke of war spread everywhere, and screams, pleas for mercy, and wails were heard everywhere.

A large number of soldiers broke out of the east and north gates. Only a group of loyal generals and bureaucrats' personal soldiers and servants were still resisting, but their military strength was very weak.

Players don't even have to go on the battlefield themselves, just stand behind and command the surrendered soldiers to kill them all.

Hundreds of players surrounded He Lusi and walked through several streets and entered the residential area.

Looking up, you can see the prefectural yamen on the left. Since the shape of the yamen is similar, the player knows at a glance that it is a government yamen, so it also becomes the target of the "intelligent enemy-seeking human bomb".

The damage to houses here is far more severe than in other areas.

The wooden houses collapsed, and the shattered tiles and wood chips were scattered all over the ground. The walls of the houses were covered with scars from being pierced by debris. The dead clerks and minor officials were lying in all kinds of strange and miserable postures in the streets and the yamen.

He Lusi could also see some women of officials being stripped naked and lying at the gate of the yamen, with their hair disheveled, their bodies covered in bruises, and some unknown liquid remaining on their bodies.

The officers, soldiers, gentlemen and civilians who had no time to escape knelt on the roadside, trembling all over. Many of them put their foreheads on the ground, exposing their necks without reservation to show their submission.

Even when some religious believers were kneeling on the ground, they were still chanting a mixture of scriptures and pleas for mercy.

The Red Turban Army did not make things difficult for these ordinary people. Instead, they randomly selected some seemingly honest civilians and asked them to identify the most hateful "evil gentry and profiteers" in the city. They then led a team to kill the entire family.

The guards who laid down their weapons and surrendered were also tied up in groups of ten by the Red Turban Army and locked up in the barracks - waiting for subsequent disposal by the Black Flag Battalion.

Of course, the powerful and evil gentry, profiteers and ruffians are not the focus of the Red Turban Army's attack on Yanzhou. Their goal is to get a big treat from the vassal kings.

A mixed force of 2,500 players and surrendered soldiers surrounded Prince Lu's mansion.

Rather than saying that the palace is a landlord's mansion, it is more like another small city within the city.

The walls of the Prince of Lu's Palace are tall and thick. From a bird's-eye view, the palace sits firmly on the central axis of the city. Two altars, the Sheji altar and the Shanchuan altar, are set up in the outer city, making it look like a royal city planned according to the etiquette of a national capital.

However, players don't care about these red tapes and the stories behind them. They just go through the outer city and drive straight into the four gates of the inner city.

Players would smash boxes when they saw them, kick pots and pans when they saw them, punch cows, sheep, horses and dogs when they saw them along the way, and even stand up and chop earthworms when they saw them on the ground. They would fight from morning to dusk, blockade the royal city to take a break, and then rush in to continue the fight the next morning.

All the silver vaults and granaries were temporarily sealed with iron chains and seals, and no one was allowed to touch them.

Except for the servants, maids, and laborers who worked hard for the palace day and night... all other powerful people, men, women, young and old, were killed. Even if someone committed suicide, they could not die in the well and had to be fished out.

The heads of all those who deserved to be killed were chopped off and placed at the gates of the altars of mountains and rivers and the altars of state and religion, piling up into a small hill.

Then he presented a few wooden plaques with the words, "Sacrifice blood to Hongwu, offer skull to Confucian throne, clear away evil spirits, bring prosperity to the world," "Unworthy descendants of the Ming Dynasty who have brought disaster to the country and the people," "Eliminate the cancer of flesh and blood for the world," and "Even Zhu Baba from below will beat up these insects of yours."

Shouts and screams were heard one after another around the palace. Perhaps the noise was so penetrating that it actually woke up an officer who had fainted on the wall.

The strong smell of blood choked their noses. The officers and soldiers blinked and were surprised to find themselves lying in a pile of dead bodies, with dead soldiers on both sides.

Suddenly, his dull senses detected something above his head. He raised his eyelids and suddenly saw five black nails on his forehead.

I don't know which guy with a bad taste put it there, but a severed hand opened its five fingers and grasped the top of his head.

The officer was almost screaming out of fear, but his desire to survive prompted him to suppress the sound.

He didn't even realize that a day had passed and thought it was the day the bandits attacked the city.

The Red Scarf Bandits patrolled back and forth along the clean walls, slowly carrying away the bodies, placing them on carts, and transporting them out of the city for burial.

The work of transporting the corpses had just begun, but the officers and soldiers felt that this was a good time to pretend to be dead and buried. As long as the people who were buried relaxed a little, he could escape successfully.

Just as he expected, the Red Turban bandits carried his "corpse" onto a cart and then dragged it to a mass grave outside the city.

Perhaps it was some kind of telepathy, the soldier lying on the pile of corpses suddenly opened his eyes and vaguely saw something swaying at the end of his vision.

Like a flag.

A white bone dragon curled up in the middle of the black flag.

(End of this chapter)