Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 187: The Imperial Star is Drifting

He Renlong fled in front, and Huang Chao chased him on horseback, occasionally shouting to the fleeing enemy soldiers along the way: "Kneel down and surrender and you will be spared!"

Hundreds of Ming soldiers knelt in response, and were quickly caught up by the players and auxiliary troops chasing them from behind. They were tied up in groups of ten and escorted back.

He Renlong was caught up by the enemy's light cavalry after riding his horse for a few hundred steps. Arrows shot from bows flew back and forth, and the riders who were hit by arrows fell off their horses with screams.

The number of personal cavalry guarding him was decreasing, and the nearest personal soldier was dozens of steps away.

Seeing the enemy army getting closer and closer, He Renlong was horrified. Unable to suppress his inner fear, he subconsciously yelled, "Ahhh! Come and help me!"

However, his personal soldiers were entangled by the enemy army, and he could only rely on himself to escape danger.

He tried his best to lower his body, almost merging with the horse's back, but his efforts were in vain, because Huang Chao's light cavalry soon caught up with him.

The fat-faced Huang Chao was only five steps away from him. In his left hand, he held a spring-wheeled musket specially designed for cavalry, and his right hand was raised horizontally to serve as a musket support.

"Looking at the shiny armor you wear, you must be a high-ranking official, right?"

"Ah-ah-ah!"

He Renlong, sweating profusely, howled at the top of his lungs because he saw Huang Chao pointing a musket at his body and then pulling the trigger expressionlessly.

boom!
He Renlong felt the armor on his waist hit by a heavy hammer, and his body sank and fell sideways, his right shoulder and back hitting the ground and rubbing against it. However, when his left foot released the stirrup, his right foot was stuck tightly in the stirrup.

The horse, determined to run forward, dragged its owner, who had been with it for many years, and dragged the injured but not dead He Renlong to death.

"Shit, I was clearly aiming at the warhorse...but my aim is so poor."

Huang Chao pulled out his second spring-wheel musket and fired a shot at the horse's head, causing it to stop.

"Whoa!" Huang Chao pulled the reins and called on the warhorse to stop.

Seeing that the friendly forces around him had gained an overwhelming advantage, Huang Chao drew his sword with peace of mind, walked up to the dead man, and neatly cut off the Ming general's head.

"Now, we can be considered to have achieved the feat of beheading a general!"

He took out a cloth bag and stuffed the head into it, then tied it to the side of his belt and pulled the captured warhorse back to the battlefield where the battle was fierce.

……

"Don't run away!"

The rout of the militia disrupted the final order on the main battlefield. Many elite personal soldiers were still fighting hard, but their formations were broken and their rhythm was disrupted by the retreating militia.

A group of people bumped into each other and fell sideways, making strange noises like "Ah, Ah, Oh" from their mouths.

The main force of the entire Ming army suffered a major defeat as its friendly forces fled. Officers, soldiers, and militiamen threw away their helmets and armor, broke their spears and threw away their flags, and rushed around the battlefield like frightened wild horses.

Niu Chenghu led his troops to escape, but was blocked by the bandits and the fleeing soldiers on the way and could not move. The village walls and chevaux de frise that stretched for miles now became a prison for the defeated.

With a dull clang, Niu Chenghu was knocked to the ground by a nail hammer wielded by a fleeing soldier.

He suddenly felt the tissue in his brain explode and there was a tearing pain. The black halo in his eyes flickered in the center of his vision.

He struggled to get up from the rushing crowd, but the bloodstained boots and straw sandals of the fleeing soldiers flew past him.

He was wearing armor and was stepped on several times. The powerful impact made the iron plates collide with each other, making a thudding sound.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" He tried his best to order the fleeing soldiers to get away by shouting, but no one listened.

So he swung his sword with all his might to cut off the calves of several fleeing soldiers. Blood spurted a foot away. Several injured fleeing soldiers lost their balance and fell to the ground, holding their short legs and screaming in fear.

The screams of the broken leg attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers, and they noticed that a general had fallen to the ground and was almost trampled to death.

"General Niu is here, get out of the way!"

Someone rushed over to help, and just as they helped Niu Chenghu up, a defeated soldier with blood all over his face raised a spear and stabbed Niu Chenghu's throat.

The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the throat guard and went an inch into the flesh, and Niu Chenghu immediately vomited blood.

He reflexively gripped the spear shaft, pushing the tip forward.

He barely stood for a moment, looking at the Ming army infantry in front of him in astonishment. He actually had the audacity to assassinate the imperial general, "You..."

"Go to hell!" The fleeing soldier lunged forward with all his might. Even if Niu Chenghu swung his sword, he couldn't reach the length of the spear.

He vomited blood again, and the remaining strength in his body seemed to encounter a powerful suction force and was instantly discharged through the wound.

General Niu Chenghu died.

The fleeing soldier expertly cut off his head, grabbing the long hair at the back like a fish's tail.

"I surrender!" The fleeing soldiers raised the general's head and shouted, "I killed General Niu! Don't kill me! I surrender!"

Smoke and white mist gradually cleared from the battlefield. The Qihuo Army trampled over the corpses scattered across the battlefield, chasing the fleeing soldiers. The bodies of both enemies and allies lay scattered across the battlefield. The broken bodies piled up into a mountain, some reaching up to the thighs, some barely reaching the knees.

The blood of thousands of corpses flowed slowly from high to low, like a bloody stream flowing down from the mountains.

The government troops, which were originally full of murderous intent, now became headless flies running around in all directions. A large number of defeated soldiers retreated back to the camp under the deliberate drive of the beggar army.

Some people rushed to the river, trying to jump into the water and escape to the south bank.

Others took off their armor and rushed into the dangerous hills, not knowing whether ferocious beasts or famine were waiting for them.

The cavalry of the Qihuo Army was still chasing the fleeing soldiers, but the infantry had already surrounded them from all sides, trapping the fleeing soldiers in the ruined camp, and even the escape route to the river was gradually blocked.

Not only did the government troops take off their armor and helmets, some of them even left their weapons on the road, and three people could not even gather enough to wear a sword.

"Ahhhh!"

Some people were shouting, some were pushing, and some were roaring in fear.

Tens of thousands of men of varying strengths were like frightened kittens, desperately crowding towards a safe area, fearing that they would be caught up and killed by the beggar army behind them.

The government troops, having lost their will to fight, saw that they could not escape and the enemy troops were pressing on them from behind, so they had no choice but to kneel on the ground and kowtow, begging the beggars for mercy.

Those soldiers who were dissatisfied and despised the enemy army brought barricades and other items to block the road, and some even took out shovels to dig trenches, trying to hold their ground and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

It was an established fact that the demoralized Western Route Army was surrounded by the enemy troops.

Gao Mingheng stood on the ground and looked towards the enemy army's line, endless despair and sadness surged from his heart.

Seeing the officers, soldiers and militiamen he had painstakingly organized being wantonly slaughtered by the enemy army, Gao Mingheng felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. This was the blood of the heroes of the Ming Dynasty!
The fate of the generals of various units is uncertain, and no one knows how many elite soldiers have escaped, and whether they will bring reinforcements.
However, he no longer had any hope for this. The total strength of the bandit army was far more than 40,000. Once the main force of the bandit army joined forces with this surprise force, the Western Route Army would be truly defeated.

When I thought about myself leading more than 20,000 government troops south and gathering "good gentry and righteous men" along the way, my heart was filled with such heroic ambition and aspirations.

It seems as if the bandits will be defeated today.

But now, in just a dozen days, the troops of the Western Route Army have either fled, died, or surrendered, and only less than half of the troops have left with the will to resist, and they are besieged here.

Gao Mingheng felt cold all over. Although it was already spring, his chest felt as if a piece of freezing ice had penetrated into it.

He looked up at the sky. The rising sun had already fallen to its highest point. It was already afternoon. The unexpected encounter had lasted for several hours.

But the enemy's offensive suddenly stopped just as it began.

Could it be that the rebel army was reorganizing the soldiers they had just surrendered, or were they planning to use "courtesy first, then force" to persuade them to surrender to the beggar army?

If the rebel army could successfully persuade the governor of a province to surrender, it would have a huge influence on politics and military affairs.

Of course, Gao Mingheng would never surrender to the enemy army. If the enemy army came again after a short rest, he would definitely fight with the enemy army with sword in hand until the last moment.

The enemy and us remained in a standoff in this strange atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, Gao Mingheng suddenly saw heads sticking out from outside the village wall. Those people were drawing their bows and arrows, and holding their muskets horizontally.

Gao Mingheng was puzzled. The wooden platform inside the village wall could be used for soldiers to stand and defend against the enemy, but the outside was flat soil.

He thought about it and realized that the enemy army had waited so long because they were piling up earth and building ladders, turning the village wall into a defensive fortification for attacking inward.

At this time, dozens of soldiers holding high flags walked into several dilapidated gaps in the camp.

The government troops knew at a glance that they were the friendly troops from half an hour ago, and now they had surrendered to the enemy army.

"Brothers, surrender now! The Qihuo Army has clear rewards and punishments. Anyone who surrenders will be given one or two taels of silver and a steamed bun made of mixed grains.

The main force of the Qihuo Army will soon cross the river, and those who refuse to surrender will be killed!"

As the "traitor" spoke, dark things appeared behind him.

Gao Mingheng took a closer look and realized that it was not the artillery that the soldiers had brought with them. What else could it be? The bandits had been busy tinkering with the artillery, preparing to use it to bombard the government troops!?

　I've read a lot since Chinese Valentine's Day. It's impossible for me to date for three days.

　　Although the total subscriptions and average subscriptions are still increasing, the decline in subscriptions is a bit too large.

　　I think the plot rhythm of the past two or three days is still the same, so there is no problem.

　　If you have any suggestions on reading experience, please share them.

　　If the author is just trying to fatten up the book, then the author should read it as soon as possible. The author has an internal consumption mentality. Once the reader fattens up the book, I will start to doubt myself crazily.

　　Readers all try to keep the book going, but in the end they lose interest in reading it, the author loses his mindset, and the book is gone.

　　I plan to write more than two million words for the main story of this book, and I will talk about the side stories separately. I don’t want my mentality to collapse after one million words.

　　Give me some encouragement, bro!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)