Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 198: Isn’t it scary when an enemy comes from the sky?
The civilians were simple-minded. When the beggar army arrived, they arrested the clerks, bullies, soldiers and corrupt officials and killed them with swords in front of everyone.

These bastards who usually bully men and women were punished by heaven, and the people felt that the stones that had tortured them for a long time were instantly dissolved, which was even more satisfying than earning a year's salary.

It’s good that the beggars have arrived. The bright and clear world makes people motivated to work.

The laborers, who had let out a long sigh of relief, burst into amazing enthusiasm. They had never felt so refreshed in their lives. They used almost all their strength, rowing the oars with their hands like high-load motors.

Hundreds of ships are like scattered iron filings, neatly arranged under the influence of an invisible "magnet".

The boatmen skillfully anchored the boat and used ropes to tie the boat together front and back, securing it on the river surface.

The restless players also drove their boats to help, shouting loudly, "There will be another hero in eighteen seconds", "The thief is on the other side", "The corrupt dignitaries are all paper tigers"!
As the boat stabilized on the shore, the enthusiastic people lifted up the wooden boards and laid them on the deck.

The boats in front were lined up closely, and the people in the back hurriedly laid wooden boards, and a floating bridge for crossing the river gradually extended to the other side.

In order to support the beggar army, some people even dismantled the wooden boards of their own houses and shops, shouting that they would attack Xiangyang and hang corrupt officials.

Even the players were shocked by this enthusiasm at all costs.

They simply wanted to kill corrupt officials and purge the powerful and evil gentry. All their selfless and fearless actions were for victory, but they did not expect that this would arouse the anger and courage in the hearts of countless NPCs.

It was like dry wood that had been exposed to the sun for a long time meeting a spark. It became white-hot, started to smoke, and could not help but burn, igniting a raging fire in an instant.

"Sula" closed the game interface display and stared blankly at the "road" for crossing the river that continued to extend forward. It was a "bridge of blood and sweat" built by flesh-and-blood people.

It was no longer the beggar army that wanted to win, but this group of wailing people were pushing them to win.

He turned his head to look at Xiangyang, who was on high alert. He clenched his hands, which were hanging at the edge of his pants, into fists and growled decisively, "Xiangyang!"

Some people cheered excitedly, while others gritted their teeth in anger.

The harmonious scene of the people and the bandits working together made Yang Sichang think for a time that he was the bandit army being surrounded and suppressed.

The scene of "the people wholeheartedly welcoming the bandits" was like a knife piercing his heart, and Yang Sichang felt bitter. The bitterness then rose into shame and anger, as if the anger of betrayal was burning endlessly.

Troublemakers! Evil people! Evil people!

Damn!

"Fire quickly! Kill this traitor who is helping the thieves!"

Yang Sichang raised his hands and grasped the empty space at the floating bridge in the distance, as if cursing and casting a spell to make the floating bridge collapse quickly.

The commander gave the order to fire from the wall.

Several shells streaked across the river and hit the pontoon bridge, but each shell fell directly into the water without killing a single fish.

The location for crossing the river was specially arranged by the Qihuo Army according to the range of the official army's artillery - the surrendered soldiers who were incorporated into the army informed them of the relevant information in advance, and the Qihuo Army had complete control over what kind of artillery the official army could use and at what range.

Even if some shells performed exceptionally well, approaching the pontoon bridge and stirring up waves that broke the ships' ropes, causing several ships that were connected to each other to drift away, there were still players who dived into the water and struggled to push the ships back to their positions.

The officers and soldiers' shells were still whistling overhead. In order to prevent the ropes from falling apart again, the players simply used their bodies as rope supports to carry the boats and wooden boards.

The water columns from the shells hitting the river splashed around them. Although the players were fearless, their flesh and blood bodies had their limits.

Thousands of soldiers and civilians' mule carts passed by, and the strong shock stirred the brain and internal organs. Players silently vomited blood, but still squeezed out the remaining strength to hold on.

"For victory! For tomorrow! Charge!"

They struggled and roared, their ordinary flesh and blood bodies seemed to support a solid bridge.

Even though "Sula" knew that players wouldn't really die when they died, she couldn't help but be moved.

He stretched out his right arm and raised his thumb to praise the brothers who were silently contributing under the "bridge". More players also learned to raise their thumbs to cheer for their brothers below.

The player's heroic act of risking his life inspired thousands of people around him.

What a selfless act this is!
Seeing that the elite soldiers of the beggar army were leading the charge and sacrificing themselves to stabilize the pontoon bridge, the attendants, militia, common people, and boatmen wondered how could they, as ordinary people, not fight to the death.

Some people even jumped into the river to imitate the brave soldiers and support the tattered planks of the boat together.

"You go! We can hold on! We are not afraid of death."

The players tried their best to persuade the NPC to leave. After all, the players had been fighting for many days and had already regarded the militia as their own team.

It's like playing the Mount & Blade game. Your troops must be well-fed and well-clothed. The death of one elite soldier is heartbreaking, let alone the death of a large group.

However, the militia and civilians did not think so. They felt that the commander-in-chief and the elite soldiers of the Beggar Army all led by example and now cared about their subordinates like a father. They sincerely hoped that their "son" would live well.

This overflowing strong concern touched everyone's heart. The militiamen and civilians almost all came from poor families, and they loved no one except their parents and relatives in this life.

Today, I met a boss like Qihuojun who is so kind and righteous that I want to give my heart to him in return.

With tears in their eyes, the militiamen and civilians firmly held onto the swaying pontoon bridge, saying, "We are all born and raised by our parents, so we are not afraid of death!"

"No, leave quickly!" The players also had tears in their eyes, fearing that the precious team they had cultivated for a long time would be wasted bit by bit.

"No! We will live and die with you!"

"go!"

“I won’t leave!”…

The rebel army and the treacherous people crossed the river so quickly that Yang Sichang didn't even have time to eat lunch.

The boredom of hunger made him roar, his voice breaking, "Fire! Fire and kill the enemy!"

However, the bandits landed and stayed outside the range of the artillery.

The bandits placed defensive vehicles such as side-carriage carts and shield carts in front of the formation to block arrows and bullets thrown from the top of the wall.

Yang Sichang could vaguely see the huge shields made by the people using door panels and bamboo poles, and several people working together to hold them high above their heads.

Humph! A bunch of rabble want to take Xiangyang?
Xiangyang is an important town in Huguang and one of the gateways to the north of the Yangtze River. The entire city is surrounded by the Han River and is connected by urn cities and suspension bridges on all four sides. The city walls are high and thick, and there is sufficient food and money.

The more than 10,000 officers and soldiers gathered around Yang Sichang to rush to the rescue of Nanyang. They were all elite fighters who could fight in various places. As long as there was enough food and money, it would be more than enough to defend the city.

Back then, the Mongols besieged Xiangyang for several years before they captured the fortified city. Now a group of treacherous people who had just put down their hoes and pitchforks want to seize Xiangyang?
No matter whether the bandits attacked from land or invaded the north of Xiangyang by water, they would be attacked by the guards on the wall.

Unless the bandits could attack from the sky, Yang Sichang would have no pressure even if he defended for a year.

Yang Sichang was feeling smug. How should he deal with the bandits in such an impregnable town? Suddenly, he heard someone pointing to the sky and shouting, "Look there!"

The commander followed the instructions and saw the strange "big ball kites". There were so many of them that they almost covered the clouds in the sky.

"It's the bandit soldiers' sorcery!"

I don't know which soldier wailed, and the commander remembered that the urgent military information sent by the southern army had mentioned the bandits' "flying magic" -

The bandits used magic to ride on the clouds, allowing kites and other objects to carry people into the sky.

The "bandit" sitting in the bamboo basket was not a living person, but a demon who used blood magic to refine rotten flesh.

These "flesh and blood puppets" can speak like humans, but they don't care about life and death, or pain. They are almost shattered to pieces when falling from a high altitude, but they are not afraid of the pain and can even speak wildly before they collapse.

Yang Sichang originally thought that General Yang was horrible and was just making excuses for the defeat.

When I met him today, I realized that what he said was true.

It is said that when the world is in chaos there must be evil spirits. Now that he has seen the evil magic performed by the evil spirit with his own eyes, Yang Sichang has no choice but to believe it.

No wonder the rebel army was able to bewitch the people and force them to follow them. They used sorcery to confuse their minds, making it impossible for the people to distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong. That is why they dared to rebel against their superiors and help the rebels kill officials.

"Hmph... You're just a demon, what can you do to me?" Yang Sichang snorted coldly.

He learned the full picture of the magic through the urgent report in advance, and after pondering for a moment, he thought of a countermeasure.

He ordered the officers to hide in the entrances and city gates, or hide under the walls. Even if the "Puppet Blood Demon" fell, it would not hurt many people, but would only damage some houses.

Even if the bandits from the west of the city take advantage of this opportunity to approach, they must cross the moat and then break into the city wall.

What's more, the guards on the wall can scatter to avoid the monsters, and the guards hiding in the city wall can shoot arrows and bullets to kill the bandits.

Just as the government troops were taking shelter in the gatehouse, the "ellipsoidal kite" showed its power.

They left behind hundreds of "blood demons" and then drifted towards the southwest against the wind.

Yang Sichang boldly leaned out of the door tower and looked at the sky. Hundreds of blood monsters were slowly falling down and were about to accelerate and dive.

But something unexpected happened.

The blood demon did not accelerate its dive and explode on the ground as rumored. Instead, it was suspended in the air with an open umbrella to keep out the rain, and was slowly falling down being dragged by a hemispherical "ball".

What new sorcery is this?

Could it be that the demon used the magic of Thousand Miles Ear to hear his response, so he drove the blood demon to temporarily change the way of killing the enemy?
Yang Sichang was shocked. When this thought flashed through his mind, goose bumps instantly appeared and his whole body and limbs were shaking.

The generals and soldiers looked at the commander in confusion.

That stunned and terrified look seemed to be saying, the bandits and evildoers don't play by the rules, how should we respond?
His mind went blank, and the fear of being seen through spread throughout his body.

The speed with which the bandits countered his moves was so astonishing that he had no idea how to respond.

If these bandits come up with some new tricks, the important city of Xiangyang will be in danger.

Find a solution quickly! Find a solution quickly!

Seeing the blood demon covered in a "ball" getting closer and closer, Yang Sichang racked his brains but couldn't think of anything good.

He regretted that he did not believe in the "evil doctrine".

Now that the war was imminent, he had no way of asking respected monks and Taoists to exorcise the demons, nor did he have any talismans to break the spell.

Yang Sichang and a group of civil and military officials planned a strategy to meet the enemy, but the parachuting player had a simple mind.

They are simply temporarily tired of "carbon-based missiles" and want to try skydiving.

After all, it would be so impressive and cool to reproduce the scene of "air force parachuting" in the late Ming Dynasty environment.

(End of this chapter)