Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 192 The Law of Victory Has Been Determined

The Hale rocket, a cast iron rocket invented in the early to mid-19th century, has a short range, poor accuracy, and average power, making it suitable for bombarding flammable buildings and ships.

They are like large "sky rockets". Even though they have many shortcomings, they can still kill a lot of enemy soldiers in dense formations.

Dozens of Hale rockets flew into the sky at the same time like meteorites falling from the sky, smashing into the Ming army's positions and exploding into black and gray red lotus flowers.

A Hale rocket blew away the wooden planks of the sidecar, sending splinters flying everywhere, wounding the auxiliary soldiers and causing them to scream in pain. The blast kicked up dust and gravel that killed all the infantrymen around them.

Lu Xiaowu exclaimed in his heart, the wizard's magic was showing its power again!
The magic power that was drained just now has been restored to its original state. It is really a Taoist master who helps the army. It is destiny that saves the army!
Before the smoke from the first round of bombardment had dissipated, a second round of rockets began to roar, deliberately targeting mounted officers and auxiliary vehicles.

Suddenly, a rocket hit the sole of a militiaman's feet. The militiaman didn't even have time to scream before his internal organs were shattered by the explosion.

"Hold on! Don't retreat!"

As soon as Brigadier General Wang shouted the order, a Hale rocket exploded next to him. Several of his personal soldiers groaned, staggered and fell down.

And he wasn't any better.

The warhorse's head was hit by several fragments, and the splattering blood blurred General Wang's eyes. He felt his body suddenly sink forward, and then he felt dizzy and rushed forward.

The powerful impact knocked him unconscious. When he woke up again, he was shocked to find that he was pinned down by the dead horse. The sharp pain below his waist made him grit his teeth.

His face turned pale with fear, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found that the iron fragments of the rocket had torn through the armor and penetrated into his stomach.

The slightest movement would pull on his abdominal muscles, causing a sharp pain.

"Someone is coming!"

The smell of gunpowder and blood penetrated his nostrils unscrupulously. He had never felt so nauseous and wanted to vomit in his life. He wished he could cut off his nose with a dagger and deprive himself of his sense of smell.

He was pinned down by his horse, unable to move, like a mosquito pinned to the thigh by a stapler. He cried out helplessly, but his voice was drowned out by the shouting and roaring around him.

The enemy's rockets were still whistling and firing. As the number of infantrymen around him gradually dwindled, Lieutenant General Wang clearly felt that the brave momentum of the government troops charging into the battle was dissipating, and more wailing and wails echoed in his ears.

The mud raised by the footsteps of the infantry and cavalry and the explosion of the rockets fell on his face like rain, causing him to shrink his neck reflexively.

He felt that he still had the strength to fight, but unfortunately he was trapped under his horse and could not observe the entire battlefield. He could only shout a few words to attract the attention of friendly forces.

"Someone! Give me a hand!"

However, the surrounding infantry were all in a hurry to avoid the "magic bombs", and no one cared whether there were any survivors in the danger zone.

Lieutenant General Wang could only rely on himself to push the horse's belly and pull his legs out.

He slowly got up, and a warm current slowly flowed down his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.

He looked around dazed. The broken military flag was stuck in the ground, swaying slightly in the wind, and shields and swords were scattered all over the ground.

The area where the rocket exploded looked like red flowers blooming in spring, with the dead lying quietly and the injured wailing.

Lieutenant General Wang raised his head and looked into the distance, when he suddenly saw the flags of the bandits on the left and right wings surrounding them. This meant that the formation of the officers and soldiers who were fighting the enemy on the left and right had collapsed and the advantage had been seized by the bandits.

It was this magic bomb that broke up the formation of the officers and soldiers!

Lieutenant General Wang suddenly looked towards the center of the battlefield. Although the government troops had penetrated into the center of the bandits' army, their left and right wings were gradually lost.

It dawned on him.

The bandits in the central army retreated deliberately to lure the officers and soldiers to advance and lure them into a trap. Then they used the "magic bombs" that were not like a swarm of bees but more powerful than the flying crows of divine fire to blast away the lines of the government troops on both sides, forcing the bandits on both sides to attack from both sides for hundreds of steps and trap them in a big trap!

Destroy the government army's artillery, block the long-term encirclement strategy, force the government army to attack by force, and then use the weak formation of the central army to lure the enemy deep into the city.

The enemy army advances step by step, and each tactic is closely linked to the next!
The government troops were fooled!
Lieutenant General Wang turned his head to look at the rear. The rebel army’s flags were fluttering in the wind, and the main force of the government army was surrounded!

……

"Nice fight!" Sula couldn't help but praise.

Although the Hale rockets consumed in this battle were enough to make the logistics team point at his nose and curse, it must be said that expensive things have their reasons for being expensive. After several rounds of rocket strikes, the two wings of the attack were successfully advanced.

Through the telescope, Sula saw that the Ming army's line began to twist and break, and a three-way encirclement situation was gradually forming!

At this time, we should stabilize the results of the battle and then force the government troops to send out all the reserve troops for rescue. Only then can we make a real big victory!
In order to maintain the success he had achieved, Sulla ordered 3,000 cavalrymen to remain stationary, and all infantry reserves to attack immediately, strengthening the flank offensive from the left and right wings.

At this time, he had almost no reserve troops besides the attendants guarding the general's flag.

The commander of the government army also realized the risk of being surrounded and quickly dispatched the remaining reinforcements to rescue.

"Sula" stared intently at the movements of the government reinforcements and issued another order, "Artillery forward! Let the enemy have a taste of close-range shotgun fire!"

"Get out of the way!"

A lively sound of military drums and flutes rang out, and thousands of militiamen filed out in two long lines, followed closely by infantrymen pushing cannons.

Hearing the sound, the third line of militia gave way and made way for the artillery vehicles to move forward.

Normal artillery is relatively conservative, stopping to reload after reaching the second line of defense. However, player artillery aggressively advances fifty steps, then another fifty, even if the enemy is less than fifty steps away from the muzzle. They will advance further.

"Get out of the way!"

"An Lushan" and other players couldn't wait for the militia to make way, and used brute force to push the cannon, squeezing out the dense militia formations, wishing they could stuff the muzzle of the cannon directly into the enemy's mouth.

However, the government troops were not pushovers either. Seeing the killing weapon in front of them, they rushed forward to seize it.

"Follow me to kill the enemies!" An Lushan held a sword and shield in front of the muzzle to resist the enemy's attack. More players also flew out to help kill the enemies.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Blood gushed from the holes made by swords and spears. An Lushan turned around and roared angrily, "Fire!"

The deafening howling shook Lu Xiaowu's heart.

An Lushan was wearing heavy armor, and it was obvious that he was a high-ranking general of the Qihuo Army. Such a noble person did not hide in a safe rear, but instead stepped onto the battlefield in person. He even used his flesh and blood to protect the loading of the artillery and resist the invading enemy.

What does it mean to lead by example and be fearless of death?
There actually are righteous people in this world who are dedicated to serving the public!

They are not the bandits slandered by the government troops, but righteous men who are indifferent to life and death!
An Lushan was hit by several more spears in the thigh and chest. He turned his head and vomited a pool of blood, almost shouting, "Fire the fucking gun!"

He saw his teammates nod to him, raised the torch and brought it close to the fuse of the fire gate.

Satisfied, he dropped the weapon in his hand, tilted his head back and fell down, raising his right palm with a thumbs-up in praise, "Kill!"

boom! boom! boom!
Several artillery pieces that came into contact with the enemy instantly fired out hundreds of grape shot. Even if the gods bestowed blessings, they could not save the flesh and blood bodies covered by the shot.

All beings are equal under the shotgun shells, no matter they are generals, soldiers, or militiamen, hundreds of iron bullets will penetrate their bodies and bounce back.

A blood mist exploded, and hundreds of soldiers fell like wheat waves blown by the wind. The officers and soldiers who were lucky enough not to be hit by the shotgun stood scattered among the flesh and blood.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The horrific post-war tragedy crushed the morale. The elite soldiers of the government army who had held out for a while and had not been hit by Hale's rockets could no longer hold on and fled backwards.

The enemy's center camp retreated, and the left and right wings crowded inward. The Qihuo Army was like a Mexican chicken burrito, squeezing the three government troops in the middle, while the enemy's reinforcements were still on the way.

"it's time!"

The "chain" tactics that "Sula" learned from his guide came in handy at this time, as if he saw the goddess of victory waving at him.

He turned around and brought out a small wooden box, a red iron rod, and a red shield. He took out a glove made of special material from the wooden box and put it on his hand.

He turned on the team chat and said solemnly and loudly, "Everyone, listen up - release the encirclement and let the fleeing soldiers flee backwards. I want the fleeing soldiers to overwhelm the enemy's reinforcements, and you must use this opportunity to attack and seize the final victory -"

The moment he activated the gloves, he added another command voice, "I will attack in Gundam form!"

The gloves of the COS suit gradually unfolded like nano-steel armor, covering Sula's entire body in the blink of an eye.

The all-white "body" is embellished with a blue vest and a red belt, with two sharp horns protruding from the forehead, and the joints of the arms and legs are full of heaviness and mechanical feel.

He held a red shield in one hand and a red-painted iron chisel in the other. Any knowledgeable player would shout, "Our army actually has a Gundam."

The servants who witnessed the transformation were all stunned. This set of "armor" suddenly appeared like a magic trick and covered the whole body of the Marshal.

Could it be that the master who has been hiding for many years in the Qihuo Army is Marshal Su?!
The players who looked back also saw Sula's outfit. It was a white outfit with red and blue, and it looked like a futuristic mecha. It was hard not to see it.

"Damn, it's a limited edition cosplay suit!"

"It's the original Gundam!"

"Mecha will always be a man's romance!"

"I want it too. Can you let me wear it? Just for one day! Just one day!"

"Wow, someone is showing off, it's so dazzling!"

But the more exciting part was yet to come. Su La led a group of adoring attendants out of the main camp. As he mounted his spare warhorse, he shouted, "Whoever has achieved the most merits in beheading generals, capturing flags, ascending the first step, and breaking through the enemy lines in these battles, I will give him the robe for a year!"

"Wear it for a year!"

This limited edition special prop is easily bumped and scratched, and the official currently does not offer a repair kit service.

This prop will be scrapped after just one month of wearing, let alone a year of wearing.

Giving someone something to wear for a year is almost like giving it away as a gift.

Furthermore, players who can achieve these four levels of extraordinary achievements will definitely receive the top rewards of the battle. They will then have two sets of customized clothing, changing one set a day, which will surely make others envious!

In order to obtain the limited edition set, the morale of the spearhead warriors and officer players instantly rose to 100%, and they shouted in unison, shaking the earth.

"For the original Gundam!"

(End of this chapter)