Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 180 Begging for Life

His eyes widened in shock, sweat dripping down his cheeks. The garrison officer looked down at his sword. There was a noticeable bloodstain three inches from the blade, dripping into the mud.

"I didn't kill him!" the garrison officer continued to defend himself. "He ran into the knife himself!"

The garrison officer seldom told the truth, but today was the first time he said something that was more real than gold, yet no one believed him.

To the refugees, this sophistry sounded as if Cheng Ji had killed Gao Guixiang Gong, but was arguing that the other party had bumped into him and committed suicide.

Would someone pay the price of their life just to frame you?
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The strong man holding Mr. Zhang's body burst into tears, as if he was holding his brother who had died in a car accident.

He watched the refugees around him roaring angrily—

"The imperial court imposed three additional taxes, and corrupt officials raised the levies several times. You just grit your teeth and bear it!
There was a severe drought and no food to eat, so you had to leave your homes to escape the famine. You looked up at the sky and hoped for heavy rain, but you endured it!

Officials protect each other, and the gentry are lawless, but you swallow your anger and think that there is a hierarchy and that the poor deserve to suffer, so you just endure it!
The police arrested the runaway farmers and sent them back to be punished, but you endured it silently, comforting yourself that it would be over if you just endured it.

Mr. Zhang brought you food and provided you with medical treatment, but the officers and soldiers wanted to kill even such a kind-hearted person!
The officers and soldiers are coming to kill you, do you still want to continue to endure it?

You have to endure until these stinking bugs suck your blood dry, fuck your wife and daughter to death, and then kill you with a knife, and still call you beasts worse than cattle and horses!

You are born as human beings, not cattle or horses to be slaughtered at will!
There is no way to retreat! There is no need to endure anymore! Pick up the spears and bamboo spears at your feet and follow me -

Inverted! "

A loud roar resounded, and the refugees subconsciously lowered their heads. They didn't know when spears and bamboo spears appeared at their feet, and there were even one or two hundred scattered shields half-submerged in the mud.

"Are you, are you crazy?" The garrison officer took a few steps back tremblingly.

"Wang Tutu" gently laid down Zhang Tiansi's body, and then picked up a lance from his feet.

He shook the spear lightly in his hand, and the dust on the long pole fell off. He stood with his legs apart, holding the spear in both hands and assuming an attacking posture.

The spear shot out like a dragon, and before the garrison officer could react, he felt his throat tighten and a large amount of sweet blood gushed out. The suffocating feeling of blood blocking his trachea was terrifying.

The garrison officer stretched out his hands and made a few empty grabs, but the words stuck in his throat could not be uttered.

Wang Tutu let go of the lance and came behind the garrison officer. He quickly grabbed the front end of the lance that was piercing his throat and pulled it out fiercely as if he was pulling out a splinter stuck in his flesh.

He gripped the lance tightly and threw it into the air. The red tassel and the lance shaft, mixed with blood, flew around, and blood splashed all over him like rain.

He caught the falling lance with one hand, pointed the tip forward, and said, "Kill!"

With a loud shout, steel knives and short spears came out from nowhere and pierced through the bodies of the guards.

Dozens of defenseless government troops were killed instantly.

The government troops outside the crowd saw the refugees rioting and heard the shouts and screams one after another. They immediately realized that the refugees were rioting and immediately drew their weapons to suppress the unrest.

They originally thought that this was a group of rabble, and that as long as hundreds of soldiers from the camp and local militia had a clear plan of advance and retreat, they could defeat the refugees and earn merit.

Unexpectedly, a group of strong and muscular men suddenly emerged from the refugees, especially the strong and muscular man holding a lance, who seemed like Lu Fengxian alive, with a pair of big eyes wide open like an angry bull.

"Those who harm the people and kill innocent people to gain credit will be killed!"

Wang Tutu led the charge, rushing into the enemy camp and fighting frantically like killing chickens and sheep.

The other warriors were also very brave. They rushed out together and defeated hundreds of soldiers in one encounter.

The militiamen who were there to make up the numbers shouted "The refugees are rioting" and fled in panic.

But in just a moment, the refugees who were almost forcibly conscripted regained their freedom.

This group of powerful warriors untied the forcibly conscripted refugees and mobilized able-bodied men to bury the dead Zhang Tiansi.

The refugees watched sadly as "Mr. Zhang" was buried, and looked up at the sky from time to time, asking in their hearts the God who overlooks all living beings.

Does God really exist?

Then why do they just sit back and watch the people suffer?

Why did Mr. Zhang, a good man who saved countless lives and saved the lives of others, not receive any good reward and ended up dying tragically in a foreign land?

Or is it that he is a living Buddha in heaven, and he came down to earth to experience the ups and downs of life, and finally achieve enlightenment and return to paradise.

But what they clearly saw was just a cold corpse that was about to return to dust.

There are no gods or Buddhas, no magic, only the ups and downs of life, and the warm body temperature and gentle voices of relatives and friends.

Gods and Buddhas do not care about mortals, and the powerful do not thank the common people.

After Zhang Tiansi was buried, Wang Tutu held up a large temporary banner with two simple words "beg for life" written on it.

The strong men stood on piles of earth and carts, waving flags, and thousands of refugees spontaneously gathered around them, casting angry and determined glances at them.

Although this determination is mixed with confusion and fear, it is enough. This group of lost lambs has been aroused by the anger accumulated over decades of tolerance.

There's no need to endure it today. "Remember Mr. Zhang's teachings? Everyone, stand up straight and proud. You are human beings, standing tall on the ground with your two feet!"

"The court is incompetent, the government is corrupt, and the bastard officials treat you and me like cattle and horses. You and I have suffered for decades, and now it's time to make those powerful and greedy insects suffer too!"

"The food is in Xiangcheng. If you don't want to starve to death here, follow us if you want to survive!"

"The main force of the Qihuo Army is right behind us. Break through the county and surrender to the Qihuo Army!"

"Rebellion against the world! Breaking into the capital and crushing the nobles to pieces!"

"Reverse Ming!"

The warriors raised their arms and shouted, and the refugees also raised their hands and shouted.

The angry shouts were like a hurricane sweeping across the earth, or like sand gathering into a tower. The refugees' cheers gradually condensed into a huge wave-like tide.

Anti-Ming! Anti-Ming! Anti-Ming! Anti-Ming! Anti-Ming!

With enthusiastic shouts echoing in his ears, "Wang Tutu" turned his head to look at the sun in the distance, raised his hand to cover the "Golden Crow" that was emitting hot light, and then put his five fingers together and clenched them tightly, as if holding the destiny of the future.

He stuck his spear into the ground and gave a passionate speech to the sun.

"Brave man Wang Tutu, please die for the Ming Dynasty!"

The morale of nearly a hundred warriors was high, and behind them was a group of refugees who picked up the weapons of the government army and picked up wooden sticks, machetes, and bamboo spears, like an endless black torrent.

……

Xiangcheng, Yancheng, Linying, Yexian, Wuyang, Jiaxian, Baofeng...

Refugee riots broke out in several counties in central Henan, with dozens or even hundreds of players leading the rebel forces in each county.

Seeing that the situation in central Henan was very good, in addition to the players who had to control the army, the "Beggar Army" sent the First Infantry Regiment composed entirely of players to support all the "rebel forces".

The First Infantry Regiment split into teams of a hundred people, mixed in with these refugee groups, and cooperated with the players who had previously reached high positions to strengthen control.

The various "rebel armies" launched a siege competition. The county towns without moats used the "hole-hole blasting method" to conquer the city, while the counties with moats rushed to the bottom of the wall and used "thermite" to melt the city gates.

One side used unscrupulous cannons to spray gunpowder bags, while the other side used "internal and external cooperation" to open the city gate.

He placed spies in the city to cooperate with the outside forces, while the other side used a saturation attack, taking turns to attack the city day and night.

The storming of the county town resulted in massive casualties?

This was nothing to the mad Fourth Scourge. The dead players were ready for battle the moment they were resurrected at the main base. They carried their weapons and equipment and followed their resurrected brothers to the dock to take a boat.

Every player leads the charge, even if their bodies are riddled with arrows and bleeding profusely, they will still shout loudly to claim the honor of being the first to reach the battlefield.

Players who are not afraid of death are like bright lights illuminating the battlefield.

The refugees who had just picked up bamboo spears and long lances were greatly encouraged and could not help but feel a surge of courage. They shouted loudly, "There's a scar as big as a bowl on my head!" and then followed the players to attack the city and capture the stronghold.

In order to cleanse the land of Kyushu of the "malignant tumors" of corrupt officials, evil gentry, and ruffians, the players killed crazily like they were injected with chicken blood.

Some people even think that the pace of recent games is very exciting, and they still have to go to work and deal with a bad boss, so they just yell and fire their boss.

Work will only affect his cleansing of corruption!
Tens of thousands of refugees rushed into the enemy's fortress, shouting and crying. No matter whether it was the landlord's village wall or the government county town, all the traitors who had abused the people or demanded payment were executed on the spot.

All the gentry's relatives were killed, their pots and pans were smashed, their ancestral halls were demolished, and their ancestral tablets were burned.

The bones of the gentry's ancestors were dug out and smashed into ashes in front of the gentry, and then blown away in the strong wind. Then the gentry was tied up and hung upside down to be lit as a sky lantern. Even the eggs in the village were shaken to remove the yolks.

……

However, within just a dozen days, the scale of the refugee riots grew larger and larger, like a black torrent, determined to eradicate all evil in central Henan, fiercely washing away the filth and dirt on the earth.

The main force of the Qihuo Army followed behind to take over the city and placed teams of "cadre teams" to control internal affairs.

Many gentry and powerful people were frightened by the terrifying momentum of the beggar bandits and fled to Luoyang, Nanyang, Kaifeng and other places where government troops gathered.

Even the governor-general stationed in Xiangyang and Nanyang felt that the beggar bandits' advancing speed was appalling.

The time it took for these counties to fall was faster than the time it took for the governor to write official documents to the court. Often, before one letter was delivered, the next one had to be written.

As the intelligence became worse and worse, Yang Sichang felt that he could no longer wait for the generals to train the troops, and immediately issued his "four corners and six corners" strategy to the governors of the surrounding provinces.

The gist of the strategy was to mobilize the governors of the surrounding provinces to join forces to suppress the bandits and block the gaps through which the bandits could escape. The governors in the periphery would assist in advancing troops, gradually shortening the encirclement and ultimately eliminating the beggar bandits in one fell swoop.

As for Lu Xiangsheng, who originally helped suppress the western bandits and the rebels, he had already chased the bandits to Sichuan and could not return for a while.

The strategy of encircling and suppressing the beggars was decided, and Yang Sichang focused all his attention on the customized sand table in front of him, which showed the general topography of the entire Henan province at a glance.

"Generals, if you have any suggestions for suppressing the bandits, please feel free to speak up..."

(End of this chapter)