Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 191 Catching a turtle in a urn
The impact of the explosion sent pieces of flesh and iron balls flying everywhere. The nearest gunners were killed on the spot, and the surrounding auxiliary soldiers were knocked unconscious.

The wooden frame of the gun was blown off, and the heavy cannon fell to the ground with a clang, rolled several steps, and ran straight over an unfortunate auxiliary soldier.

The gun barrel weighing thousands of pounds was like a huge iron roller, waking up the unconscious auxiliary soldier and causing him to scream, and then crushing him to death.

Before the heat from the first explosion had subsided, a swooping "carbon-based missile" followed.

"They" precisely aimed at artillery carts, swarms of bees, crossbows, or officers with relatively bright armor, like hailstones magnified hundreds of times hitting the ground.

Players who fail to ignite the gunpowder will be transformed into heavy human bombs.

Accompanied by the loud sound of flesh and blood hitting the ground, the broken flesh and blood splattered everywhere, spraying all over the surrounding officers and soldiers, or splashing into the soldiers' mouths and noses.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, more than 200 corpses of both the enemy and our side appeared in the government army camp.

Screams of terror, groans of the wounded, and cries of pain from seriously injured friends spread all around, and tens of thousands of officers and soldiers became riotous.

The terrifying "carbon-based missile" bombardment ended, and the officers and soldiers at the center of the explosion gradually realized that the shadow of death was receding.

Although there were only dozens of "evil spells" and they landed on the front line of 60,000 troops like throwing six stones into a lake, the terrifying effect of the "evil thing" explosion still shocked the auxiliary troops for a whole year.

Raising his hand to wave away the dust raised by the gunpowder explosion, Yang Shien turned over and sat up, subconsciously touching his face and neck, and checking his waist and chest for signs of injury.

He raised his hand and slapped himself again, it hurt like fire.

All of this is real, not an illusion or a nightmare, everything is real.

Fortunately, the "evil spirit"'s aim was not good, and it neither blew up the general's flag nor killed him.

If he and the general's flag fell, the morale of the entire army would plummet to freezing point, and they might even be defeated by the enemy army.

so close!

Still frightened, he held his chest and gasped, exhaling saliva while secretly sighing that he had no magic skills.

He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas before, but after seeing the strange "demon bomb" with his own eyes today, he began to believe in these superstitious metaphysics.

It was God's will that he didn't take his life!

He firmly believed that God had kept him here so that he could defeat the bandits in one fell swoop, capture the evil Taoist priests and cut them into pieces!

That’s right, it must be like this!

Yang Shien tried hard to stand up straight and loudly announced that the commander-in-chief of the three armies was not killed in the battle. Then he sent people to clean up the mess caused by the "evil spirit" and transferred the bodies of both the enemy and us to the rear as much as possible to avoid affecting the morale of the army.

He didn't know which expert the bandits had asked for help, but one thing was clear.

The evil magic must have been used up, as no new "kites" have taken off so far.

Even the kite that had previously dropped the "evil spirit" showed no sign of stopping and continued to fly towards Nanyang.

"Hurry up and fire back! I want to defeat the bandits..."

However, before Yang Shi could finish his words, he saw the deputy general approaching with a sad face, "Our cannons were blown up by evil creatures!"

"What?" Yang Shien's excitement finally subsided, and he raised his right fist and slammed his left palm, "Damn bandits!"

He brought dozens of cannons of various calibers with him on this attack in order to defeat the bandits, but they were all destroyed by the bandits using evil methods.

Yang Shien even suspected that the birds flying in the sky were the eyes and ears of the evil spirit.

The demon used birds to discover his artillery configuration, so before the battle he set up a formation and used all his magic to summon "flesh and blood puppets" to destroy the officers' and soldiers' artillery.

Now that the government troops have lost their artillery advantage, they can either rely on their superior manpower and combat power to crush the bandits, or take advantage of the bandits' position with their backs against the mountains to lay a long-term siege.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely adopt the former option, sending out local militia to consume the bandits' strength, and then using the elite troops in the rear to defeat the enemy.

But now he knew very well that the bandits had the help of evil spirits, so he did not dare to act radically.

So they decided to adopt a long-term trap strategy, surrounding the bandits at the foot of the mountain and draining their food and water.

"Hurry and dig trenches to trap the enemy troops..."

However, when his order was conveyed, the soldiers did not carry it out with their usual efficiency. They hesitated for a long time before driving the militia to dig trenches on three sides of the bandits.

Yang Shien cursed inwardly upon seeing this. The evil magic of the demon still had a negative impact on the entire army, just like the nerves in the hands and feet were damaged and began to lose control.

Just as he was sighing, he suddenly saw clouds of white smoke coming out from the rear of the bandits' central army.

It's artillery!
Yang Shien was not surprised that the bandits had artillery, but he did not expect that they would use it only now.

The range of the artillery shells was not far and they could not reach the government army's line, but the auxiliary soldiers and militia who were digging trenches were in a terrible situation and were hit directly by solid bullets.

The iron bullets that bounced onto the ground were like giant tennis balls, piercing through one flesh and blood body after another.

Even though the smoothbore gun had a low hit rate, no one dared to risk their life digging trenches with shells whistling overhead.

If a shell hits you, even if you survive, you will be disabled for life.

They only earn a few dollars a month, why would they risk their lives?
So the auxiliary soldiers ran away at the fastest speed in their lives. Some of them even had a sudden inspiration and escaped from the control of the combat soldiers, running westward into the mountains and forests.

No matter who wins or loses, when the war is over, they can still escape back home alive.

Yang Shien stared coldly at the battlefield, secretly sighing that the bandits' military tactics were becoming more sophisticated, and their military qualities were far superior to those of the Western Bandits and the Chuang Bandits.

If the Qihuo Army were not rebels, he would have thought he was encountering regular soldiers from some other country.

The artillery was destroyed and the tactic of digging trenches and forming long enclosures was broken.

The only solution now is to go one way. When two enemies meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Gather a large number of troops and press forward to fight the bandits fiercely!
"Attack!" Yang Shien's military order turned into long trumpet horns and war drums.

The 60,000-strong army loosened slightly, and several deputy generals and lieutenant generals led more than 30,000 officers, soldiers and militiamen to advance.

"Give me the spear!" Brigadier General Wang, who was on the right wing, jumped on his horse and took the spear handed to him by his personal guard.

He stood in the stirrups and looked at the relatively weak central position of the enemy troops from afar. He roared, held the spear and slowly drove the horse forward. Thousands of infantrymen around him followed the commander and rushed forward.

Thirty thousand government troops attacked the bandits from three sides, with elite troops in the rear and auxiliary troops and militia scattered in the front.

They were not weaklings who would break up after a few rounds of artillery fire. Unless the bandits stuck the barrel of a cannon in their faces and fired canisters, they would never break up before engaging the enemy in close combat.

Even if the auxiliary troops are defeated, the combat soldiers can continue to hold on by drawing their swords and killing the cowards.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The enemy's artillery bombardment rang out, and every solid bullet scratched a bloody mark among the officers and soldiers.

Perhaps this government army was truly extremely brave, or perhaps the frequency of the bandits' artillery bombardment was low.

The three government troops only experienced two collapses and reorganizations before they were able to charge forward under the pressure of artillery shells.

After entering one or two hundred meters, they began to jog faster. The scene of tens of thousands of officers and soldiers running together was like majestic yaks running in the wilderness, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shaking.

The front rows of the left, center and right wings of the Qihuo Army are all "veterans" who have experienced many battles.

Whether they are players, retainers, or veteran militiamen, they are all heroes who have been “following the dragon” since the founding of the “Beggar Army”.

They had long been accustomed to the noise and spray of blood on the battlefield.

If they can see the rising sun tomorrow, they will be happy; if they will lie in the grave tomorrow, they will have no regrets.

"Shields raised!" the leading officers shouted battlefield orders one after another. Players, retainers, and militiamen lowered their shields and raised their spears, desperately pressing back against the approaching enemy.

Even though he was on the second line of defense, Lu Xiaowu couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster.

The government troops are coming, they are about to cross the passage across the trench to kill us!
Just as the government troops rushed to within five meters and were about to crash into the front line, the officer shouted the order at the top of his lungs: "Spear! Thrust!"

The movements of the repeated intensive training seemed to have become physiological instincts. The militiamen in the front row reflexively thrust out their spears and stabbed an officer who jumped up.

The spear pierced the soldier's neck like a harpoon hitting a fish in the water. The soldier who died on the spot collapsed and rolled into the trench full of sharp stakes.

"There's a trench!" the government troops who rushed over shouted, but it was too late. The small mound as high as the calf just covered the trench trap behind it.

The government troops behind jumped up and tried to cross the trench, but because they were floating in the air, they had no ability to resist and were stabbed to the ground by the spears.

"Spear! Kill!"

The militiaman skillfully pulled back his spear and thrust forward again. Countless blood splashed everywhere along the point where the spear was pulled out. Even if the blood splashed on his face, he had no time to wipe it off.

The Qihuo Army fought well on its left and right wings, but the militia in the center were slightly inferior.

Tens of thousands of government troops were like waves crashing against two hard rocks. No matter how hard they charged, they could not overcome the enemy's formations on the left and right wings.

More government troops fell and became corpses blocking the road. The blood soaked the ground and turned the soil into mud. The blood spilled by countless people formed a dirty pool of blood in the trench.

The trenches that continued to pile up corpses gradually became useless, allowing the government troops to cross the "bridge of corpses" and attack the bandit army.

The fierce fighting on the battlefield suddenly took a turn for the better. After all, the beggar militia was no match for the experienced soldiers, and without the cover of the trenches they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The first phalanx was broken, followed by the second, the third... Soon the first line of defense was filled with government troops.

"Retreat!" At this time, an order was heard, and the militia on the first line of defense followed the player officer to retreat.

Seeing the friendly forces retreating like a flood, with loopholes appearing on the left, center and right fronts, Lu Xiaowu immediately thought of turning around and running away.

But his teammates in the phalanx held him very tightly, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Spear and shield!"

The officer's roar was loud and clear. Lu Xiaowu had no choice but to raise his spear and thrust it out from the side of his allies, forming a spear forest formation.

Once the officers and soldiers break through the second line of defense and then rush to break through the third line of defense, the life of the general behind the central army may be in danger.

Am I going to lose this battle and die?
When the government troops rushed to within fifteen meters, their ferocious and hideous laughs, rude roars, and saliva flying between their black and yellow teeth all exuded a terrifying pressure.

Even though he was standing in the second row, Lu Xiaowu's legs couldn't stop shaking, but he held the spear firmly. This was the only weapon that could save his life in the chaos.

"Kill!" The officer's cry did not waver, his tone filled with steely determination.

"Ahhh!" Lu Xiaowu shouted to cheer himself up, and thrust the spear out fiercely. Suddenly he felt the tip of the spear hit something, and when he looked closely he realized that it had hit the enemy's chest or abdomen.

The other party fell down with a painful and sad expression.

It turns out that even the government troops could be killed by a coward like him.

This blow seemed like a panacea in troubled times. He felt that most of his fear and timidity before the battle had dissipated, and the courage gained from fighting on the battlefield slowly filled his whole body.

"Woo——"

There was a rumbling sound of a trumpet behind his head. Lu Xiaowu, who was concentrating on killing the enemy, did not look back, but he heard a series of sounds like a swarm of fire arrows taking off.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Dozens of "fire arrows" were shot into the air, flew over Lu Xiaowu's head, and fell directly into the ranks of officers and soldiers on the left and right wings and exploded.

(End of this chapter)