Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 186 Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night
"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Su La's voice echoed in the captain's ears. "The cavalry will head northwest to restock their cavalry and stand by."

As soon as Sula finished speaking, two auxiliary soldiers brought him a full set of armor - the red cloth armor was like a long dress, with leather belts and auxiliary belts wrapped around the waist.

A water bag, a leather bag, a flint and a dry food bag are hung on the secondary belt.

Two auxiliary soldiers were stationed on his left and right to help him put on the arm armor, install the arm guard, and tie a palm-sized heart guard.

Sula took the helmet and put it tightly on her head. The neck guards on both sides of the helmet drooped down, adding another point of protection to her delicate neck.

"The third team has finished armouring... The second team has finished armouring... The sixth team has finished armouring..."

Low shouts of armor being put on could be heard one after another, along with the rustling sound of metal armor plates rubbing against each other.

The main attacker, "Wang Tutu", was not wearing a metal helmet.

He stretched out his right arm towards the auxiliary soldier beside him, took a white cloth strip without even looking, wrapped it around his forehead skillfully, and tied a tight knot.

In the middle of the white cloth were written four large blood-red characters: Heaven will destroy the false Ming.

The thousand vanguard warriors behind him also tied forehead bands of different colors on themselves, each with different blood-red words written on it.

"Capture Zhu Youjian alive," "Destroy Zhu Ming," "World Peace," "Exterminate the evil gentry," "Crush the corrupt," "Long live the people," "Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal," "Seize the capital and rule the country," "I also want to be Huang Silang"...

The auxiliary soldier brought a bowl of water to Wang Tutu. He held the earthenware bowl and looked at the warriors with high morale. His brothers also held a bowl of water each.

"It's all in the bowl, guys, let's do it!"

"Done!"

A thousand pioneers picked up the wine bowls and drank them all, then smashed the ceramic bowls at their feet one after another.

Wang Tutu wielded his rifle like a golden cudgel, then stretched out his arm and pointed to the Ming army camp. "Brothers, follow me to destroy this enemy! Kill!"

"Mie Ming! Mie Ming! Mie Ming!"

A thousand vanguards with ferocious faces, roaring and spitting saliva, launched a desperate charge towards the Ming army camp hundreds of steps away.

At this time, the rumbling charge horn sounded behind them, and a thousand death warriors were like a group of black mad bulls, sweeping up the mud and dust on the ground and heading straight for the camp.

The sentries of the western army immediately discovered a group of militants rushing out of the woods, but due to the looting of various troops and the loose and fragmented command system, they were unable to organize an effective resistance in a short period of time.

The thousand warriors clung to the wooden wall of the camp with hardly any casualties. The extra casualties were due to the excitement of the charge, where they accidentally sprained their ankles or hit their teammates with swords, hammers, or maces.

Wang Tutu leaned against the wall, turned his head and shouted, "Demolition team, move on!"

At a command, twenty bloated players quickly stuck to the nearest wall of the village, and half of them rushed to the gate of the camp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The defenders on the wall drew their bows and shot arrows, but their arrows were blocked by the shields held high by the death warriors.

The blasting player held a torch and lit a short, thin fuse in front of his chest. The fuse burst into flames with a snap, and the flames quickly burned to the end of the fuse - a gunpowder bag that bound half of the player's body.

Three players formed a group and hugged each other from front to back. The person in front held the wall tightly, intending to use his body as an obstacle to increase the power of the directional blasting of gunpowder to blast open the wooden door.

[Battle Merit +1]

There was a ding sound from the game system, and all the players in the front row of the blasting team raised their lips in a happy arc.

The spark burned the fuse, instantly igniting the black substance in the gunpowder bag, and a huge explosion resounded throughout the world.

The gunpowder explosion was like a fierce kick from a 15-meter-tall giant, and the powerful impact blew apart the wooden wall.

Wood chips mixed with gravel and dust flew everywhere, falling to the ground like rain with a dull clattering sound.

The defending Ming army on the wall was blown away by the shock wave, and countless Ming army infantrymen in crimson robes screamed in fear in mid-air.

Even those Ming soldiers who had managed to survive had their eardrums ruptured by the immense shock. Not only did their ears ring and they could not hear anything, but they also temporarily lost their most basic balance. They all staggered about the village wall, shrouded in smoke and dust, in a state of despair.

Explosions rang in his ears one after another. Wang Tutu closed his eyes tightly and endured the falling black rain for a full thirty seconds. His skin felt like it was undergoing a sensory baptism.

He adjusted the level of his five senses to 30%. Although he could not feel severe pain, the dense pain that gathered in his brain was like an alien larva rampaging in his brain, making him feel unprecedented pleasure!
It was as if he was really living in the late Ming Dynasty, leading his soldiers to fight against the damned false Ming!
The excitement and fighting spirit in his body reached its peak. Wang Tutu's eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, and he was shaking his head like a madman, just like the Hulk activating the berserker mode.

Wang Tutu raised his spear and pointed it forward, his dry, cracked lips emitting a broken roar towards the sky, "Kill! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A thousand assassins filed in through the gap that had been opened, raising their swords, spears, knives, and axes to hack and kill anyone they saw.

Seeing the vanguard successfully break into the camp, Sula immediately roared and ordered, "Brothers, follow me!"

The 8,000 infantrymen in the woods were divided into two groups, the middle and the east, and rushed out to block the retreat of the government troops, while the gap in the northwest of the encirclement was filled by the cavalry on standby in the distance.

The Ming army that still had the will to resist at the edge of the camp was completely demoralized by the gunpowder explosion.

Seeing the elite bandits with "beastly hearts in human form" rushing into the camp shouting and killing, the government troops had no time to fight and just wanted to turn around and escape.

The government troops closest to the front fled first. The government troops behind heard the noise and looked towards the east where explosions were heard. They were shocked to find that a large number of friendly troops were shouting and running towards the northwest.

The Ming army in the rear had no idea what was going on and could only follow the crowd. From time to time, they heard someone shouting vaguely, which gradually got closer until all the confused Ming soldiers could hear every word.

"Why are there bandits here?"

"The beggar thieves are coming!"

"Our army is defeated!"

Failure spread like a plague, spreading through the hearts and minds of the Ming troops within the camp. Even if some ordered their men to fight to the death, they could not withstand the demonstration effect of the other friendly troops fleeing. At the Battle of Feishui, the Northern Army defeated the vanguard of the Former Qin army, which in turn triggered a chain reaction of defeats, directly leading to the chain of defeat and flight of the Former Qin army of one million.

The panic effect of a chain reaction is like someone screaming and running backwards in a train station. When you see the crowd in commotion and the crying and shouting echoing in your ears, you have no time to figure out what is happening. Negative thoughts such as "hurt people" and "danger" pop up in your mind, and your body has already started running backwards according to the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.

"Why are you making so much noise?"

Gao Mingheng heard a loud noise coming from the east. For a moment, he thought that the deafening noise outside the tent was the roar of some government troops, so he quickly took a group of servants out of the camp to investigate.

He saw flames and black smoke rising from the east side of the camp.

The camp of tens of thousands of soldiers stretched for miles. If you didn't have a telescope, you would have to climb up to the watchtower to look far away, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see the general situation at all.

A wounded general, his face covered in blood, opened his only remaining eye wide and spotted Gao Mingheng, dressed in a crimson official robe, in the crowd. He rushed to the governor and said, "Thieves, the enemy soldiers are charging in!"

"What! Which group of bandits are these?" Gao Mingheng still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's the beggar thieves! They broke through the gate and entered!"

"what!"

Gao Mingheng froze, feeling his legs being pumped with highly concentrated saltwater, as if it were about to burst his blood vessels. With his mind depleted, he staggered back several steps, nearly falling to the ground.

At this moment, Gao Mingheng no longer cared about the governor's politeness and repeated his whispers in panic and shock:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There is only the main force of the Qihuo bandits within a hundred miles. Their main force has already crossed the river and headed south. How could the scouts not see the tens of thousands of bandits approaching?"

"My eye was injured by the enemy's explosion. How could it be fake?" The general's eye was filled with tears of blood. "The enemy army rushed out from the woods and our troops were unable to resist for a while..."

As soon as the key words "massacre in the woods" came out, Gao Mingheng felt like he was struck by a bolt from the blue.

It turned out that the main force of the bandit army moving south was just an illusion. In fact, the bandit army had already set up an ambush in the woods, waiting for the nervous government troops to relax their vigilance and expose their flaws.

"It's an ambush! We've been ambushed!"

Gao Mingheng thought to himself that he had been cautious again and again, and was cautious enough, but why did he still fall into the trap of the enemy army?

If the tens of thousands of troops of the Western Route Army were defeated in one battle, the strategy of setting up a net on all sides would be shattered, and the Luoyang area would be completely destroyed.

When the enemy army breaks through the encirclement, not only will the commander-in-chief hold him responsible, but His Majesty will also punish him severely.

It's over, it's over!

Gao Mingheng beat his chest and stamped his feet, wailing loudly, and looked so heartbroken that he was like a naughty child throwing a tantrum in a shopping mall.

Suddenly, the sound of war drums came from the east of the camp, as if thousands of fierce troops were rushing into the camp.

"The beggar bandits' elite soldiers are coming! Please move quickly!"

Several trusted deputy generals did not have time to wait for Gao Mingheng to react, so they worked together in groups of three or two to help Gao Mingheng, whose mind was in a state of confusion, onto his warhorse.

"Quickly escort the governor back to Ruzhou!"

Gao Mingheng's cheeks were covered with two lines of muddy tears. As if grasping at a life-saving straw, he thought of something, "Where are the troops of He Renlong, Niu Chenghu, and Zheng Jiadong?"

"They ran away!"

"Damn those soldiers who disobeyed military orders and went to the countryside to disturb the people, disrupting the formations of the various units and making it impossible to defend ourselves against the enemy. Now they're deserting the battlefield, ruining my plan to suppress the bandits! Damn them! I'll definitely report them!"

However, before Gao Mingheng had escaped a few hundred steps, he discovered that there was a large number of defeated soldiers fleeing in front of him.

He seemed to be stuck in traffic.

……

Thousands of elite Qihuo soldiers rushed into the Ming army camp and killed crazily. Tens of thousands of Ming soldiers shouted and dragged their troops to flee to the northwest. There was a river a few miles to the south, and they could run across it and take off their armor and swim.

Troops from all sides fled in panic, and some soldiers even turned their swords against their own allies in order to fight for a way to escape. For a time, the military camp was in chaos, and the ground was filled with the screams of people being hacked and killed.

He Renlong's soldiers ran the fastest. By the time Gao Mingheng reacted and stepped out of the camp, they had already rushed two miles away, making them the consecutive champions of the Ming Dynasty's long-distance running world.

He had been leading his personal soldiers to plunder and rape everywhere. When he heard that the bandits had ambushed and the camp was in chaos, he immediately rode away on his horse without thinking.

As for the governor Gao Mingheng, whose life or death was unknown, He Renlong paid no attention to him. As long as he could keep his own troops, whoever became the governor would use him to suppress the bandits.

At this time, the cavalry of the Qihuo Army who had been hiding in the woods for a long time suddenly rushed out, frightening He Renlong so much that he almost lost his soul.

The thousand bandit cavalrymen were divided into two, half continued to pursue the fleeing defeated soldiers, and the other half drove the fleeing infantry back to block the road like a flock of sheep.

The bandit cavalry chasing the generals were even more elite, especially the dozens of riders in the lead who seemed to be very good at riding horses. Some even stood on horseback and screamed in the wind as if to show off their skills.

Unexpectedly, the government troops were no pushovers either. A rider from the frontier army turned around, drew his bow and drew his arrow. The bowstring snapped, and an arrow flew through the air.

"What a sneak attack!"

The thief rider who was nearly shot roared and dodged the arrow, but he lost his balance while avoiding the attack, slipped and fell off his horse, and was trampled by the horses' hooves behind him. He became the first rider to die at the hands of his teammates in this expedition.

"You damned bastard, you killed my brother, I want you dead!"

The bandit who spoke did not chase the rider who killed his brothers, but instead chased He Renlong, who had the brightest armor.

This made He Renlong curse in his heart, it was him who killed your brother, not me!
(End of this chapter)