Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 208 What's on the other side of the sea?

Hundreds of Ming soldiers galloped on horseback, and only stopped when they reached the Beiwei army.

Denglai Governor Xu Renlong, Dengzhou Deputy General Lou Ting, Dengzhou Garrison Commander Yang Zhenwu, Denglai Military Commissioner Zheng Laipin... all the civil and military officials stationed in Dengzhou arrived.

When they first heard the news that the Beiwei army had left the camp without permission, they thought it was a mutiny for pay.

Xu Renlong dismounted, his lips half open, his brows furrowed, and he pointed at the scene in front of him in confusion, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Several long boats of special shapes were half-buried in the mud on the shore, and hundreds of elite Beiwei soldiers were preparing to carry the boats into the sea.

Xu Renlong did not dare to restrain these arrogant soldiers. Instead, Deputy General Lou Ting asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What? Crossing the sea to kill the Tartars."

"Kill the Tartars?"

"How many of you are there?"

"About 600 people."

"Several people?"

"Six hundred and fifty-five people..."

Xu Renlong suspected that he had heard wrongly. He swept his right hand across to include the Beiwei Army. Then he looked at the civil and military officials beside him, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You, with a total of 655 people, dare to cross the sea to fight the Tartars?"

"What are you afraid of? We just beat up the Jiannu who came south last year. Their fighting power is just like a bunch of chickens and clay dogs..."

"this!"

Xu Renlong was shocked. In the two and a half years since the fall of Dongjiang Town, the Shandong government troops had not taken the initiative to attack southern Liaoning.

The Jiannu's combat effectiveness was average, but the morale of the government troops was even lower.

It often happened that hundreds of Tartars broke up thousands of government troops. Even at the beginning of this year, dozens of Tartars crossed the river by boat, and the thousands of government troops on the opposite side were instantly defeated before they even engaged the enemy.

The Tartars didn't come to harass Shandong, so wouldn't it be better to be content with the status quo? Why did we have to take the initiative to challenge a powerful enemy and end up in disgrace?
He knew that this unit originated from the Black Flag Camp, but no matter how strong the soldiers were, they couldn't beat four people with two fists, right?
Xu Renlong hurriedly tried to persuade him, "Last year, the Eastern Tartar invaded deep into the heart of the Ming Dynasty. We were surrounded by enemies on all sides and could not do anything.

Right now, southern Liaoning and central Liaoning are all in the hands of the Eastern Tartars. If you rashly attack Liaodong, you will penetrate deep into the heart of enemy territory. How will you respond when you are surrounded by enemies?
It's just a waste of life, adding to the Eastern Tartar's military achievements. I'm very pleased that you warriors dare to fight the Eastern Tartar, but you must act within your capabilities.

Wouldn't it be better to wait for Shandong to prepare its naval and land forces for a few more months? By then, when the troops are well-trained and well-fed, you can serve as the vanguard to defeat the enemy and advance step by step? "

Governor Denglai's strategy was steady and effective. He slowly captured cities one by one, so as not to suffer casualties and ruin the overall situation. If it were an ordinary person, he would have just taken advantage of the situation and backed off.

But who are combat players? They are the ones who can never sit still for a moment.

These days they either mobilize auxiliary troops to farm, grow vegetables, and do handicrafts on the spot, or form their own teams to go to the countryside to suppress bandits.

The bandits within a radius of dozens of miles were almost completely wiped out, and the remaining ones all fled to more remote areas, and local security was stabilized.

The "monsters" that can be fought now have been basically dealt with, and special tasks have been issued. If we don't fight now, when will we fight?
"Xu Futai's words make sense, but we refuse!"

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Xu Renlong was immediately shocked. Are all the soldiers from the Black Flag Camp so paranoid that they would resolutely go forward even though they knew there was a dangerous dead end ahead?
"Liaodong has been occupied by the Tartars for many years. The slave chieftain has been there for two generations. The common people have long forgotten the Central Plains. What are you trying to gain by risking your life on this journey?"

The player spoke passionately, pointing across the sea, "What's the point? Because we are the survivors of Liaodong, and we want to go home and see the big river at our doorstep!

Our hometown is on the other side of the sea. The enemy has occupied our homeland and ravaged our fellow villagers and neighbors!

Since ancient times, the kingdom cannot be half-hearted, and the Han and the thieves cannot coexist. Every day I lie here and survive, my heart will be cut by sword!
We have waited so many days and nights since the fall of Liaodong. Now we cannot endure it even one more day. Even if we have to die, we must die on the land of our homeland!"

"well said!"

Deputy General Lou Ting clapped his hands three times in a row, feeling a surge of heroic spirit in his chest, and his eyes felt slightly hot.

When he was young, he was also a "chivalrous man" who liked to fight against injustice, and he beat up bandits and bullies without hesitation.

Seeing that some people were willing to die in order to recover their homeland, this fearless bravery deeply touched the deputy general's heart.

"I beg Governor Xu to allow me to lead a thousand brave soldiers across the sea to attack Lushun."

"No!"

Xu Renlong glared at Lou Ting unhappily.

Others were born in the Beiwei Army and were brave enough to follow the Black Flag. The number of Jiannu heads they captured in three battles was more than some military officers captured in their entire lives.

Although you, Lou Ting, are brave and good at fighting, compared with the Beiwei Army, you are just a child facing a strong man, not good enough.

Xu Renlong wanted to persuade him again. After all, there were more than 3,000 Beiwei soldiers in total. If they allowed hundreds of elite soldiers to die, even the strongest soldiers would be seriously injured.

"Fuck, someone jumped the gun!"

Wu Litou suddenly pointed at the long ship that had already gone to sea in the distance and shouted loudly.

This immediately triggered the disorder of hundreds of elite soldiers. They no longer had the mind to pay attention to the Denglai Governor, and they all carried their longboats and rushed into the sea.

"Come back! Don't advance rashly!" Xu Renlong was still shouting behind them, but he couldn't stop their enthusiasm to regain lost territory.

"Ohhhhhhh! Let's go kill the Tartars!"

Huang Zilong and others were overjoyed and jumped towards the longboat, as if they were not going deep into Liaodong where the vicious Tartars were everywhere, but were going out for an outing together.

They seemed to be born brave and good at fighting, and they didn't care about life and death. Hundreds of them raised their arms and shouted, and the roar of their voices echoed across the coast.

Xu Renlong looked into the distance and saw long ships of all sizes sailing into the sea and gradually disappearing at the end of his sight.

He couldn't help but wonder what secret method the Black Flag Battalion commander had to turn ordinary people into elite warriors. Even though the Beiwei Army had been away from the Black Flag for several months, they still maintained their bravery and loyalty.

The Beiwei Army had been here for several months, and there had been almost no reports of them looting civilians. They were completely focused on cultivating land and suppressing bandits.

Besides some weird behaviors: climbing walls and jumping, doing somersaults, standing upside down, and suddenly starting to play music and dance...

This kind of "high enthusiasm" that allows people to take the initiative to do things without being told, and even do them quickly and well, makes the civil servants less worried.

After completing a series of trivial tasks, they will also actively ask if there are any "side quests" to do, saying that they want to increase their reputation and merit.

They either dig wells and fetch water for the people, or transport goods for merchants.

In just a few months, both officials and common people were very fond of the Beiwei Army, and called it the reincarnation of Yue Wumu's Beiwei Army.

Xu Renlong was still wondering what kind of reputation and merit he could gain by doing all this. In this dynasty, the only merit he could gain was heads. No matter how much he helped the people, he could not get promoted or make money.

Later I realized that he was judging others by his own standards.

The Beiwei Army never thought about these mundane things. They didn't even care whether they left an impression on the people.

He does good deeds without leaving a name, kills bandits without seeking credit, just for the pursuit of "inner peace", he is a true hero!

This is also the reason why he hurriedly stopped the Beiwei Army from going to their deaths.

The Ming Dynasty has been corrupt for many years, and there has not been such pure and shining "sincerity" for a long time. Precious blood cannot be shed anymore.

However, the heroes were determined to recover their hometown, and they would do it even though they knew it was impossible, despite facing numerous difficulties and dangers.

Looking at the vast ocean, the governor and Lou Ting had the same idea.

If there were more loyal and righteous people like the Beiwei Army in this world, the world would be peaceful, right?
……

A small group of Tartars transporting grain to Fuzhou was walking on the official road, consisting of 150 mounted infantrymen, 200 bondservants, and hundreds of slaves who were transporting grain.

The leader of the transport team was a Niulu Zhangjing named Hakan.

As a member of the Eight Banners Manchu, Hakan was far more noble than the Han army banners and baoyi.

Even though many bannermen have recently been raised by His Majesty into the Han army, he will not change his discriminatory attitude.

The Han people are slaves, and slaves should have the duties of slaves. They should work honestly and farm until they die. Why should they be qualified to be included in the Eight Banners?

Hakan knew that this was His Majesty's "grand ambition", but the discrimination in his heart was hard to eliminate.

In recent years, Your Majesty has led the Eight Banners to fight in the south and the north, conquered countless Mongolian tribes, and established a vast territory. He has become a "demigod" in the hearts of countless Manchus and Mongolians.

It’s a pity that Yuetuo and Dorgon were so stupid and incompetent that they were defeated by the southern barbarians despite commanding 100,000 auxiliary troops.

If these two people were not incompetent, why would Your Majesty promote so many Han people into the Eight Banners?
Ha Kan heard that a group of fierce soldiers came from Dengzhou of the southern barbarians and defeated Yuetuo, so Your Majesty wanted to strengthen the military power in southern Liaoning to prevent the "repetition of Mao Wenlong's recovery of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains" that year.

What strong soldiers and brave soldiers? Hakan thought they were nothing special.

They have been squatting in Shandong for several months without making any movement. They don't look like a strong army at all.

Maybe he learned that the Qing Dynasty had increased its troops in southern Liaoning and was afraid of the Eight Banners' advance?

If the Qing Dynasty had not lacked skilled sailors and shipbuilders, and the former soldiers who surrendered from Dongjiang Town had not brought few warships, the Qing army would have already invaded Dengzhou.

Fortunately, Your Majesty is wise and has ordered the mobilization of Korean soldiers and warships. King Samsoon's troops have also arrived in Gaizhou and are gathering. Within two months, they will be able to terrify the military and civilians of Shandong.

The purpose of his mission to deliver food was to facilitate the army's march south so that they could obtain food along the way.

However, these slaves were naughty and lazy, and half of the transportation period had passed, but the grain team had only traveled 60% of the way. If this continued, they would definitely miss the deadline.

"Go ahead, damn slave! Do you want to kill your master?"

Hakan rode forward, raised his hard whip and whipped the hunched slaves one by one.

"Ahhhhhhh! Spare me, stop hitting me!"

The hard whips made their flesh burst with blood, and they begged for mercy again and again. Many of them begged the master to have mercy on them, saying that they had not eaten enough and had not slept well these days, and had no energy to speed up.

"Shut up!" Hakan ignored the slave's excuses and swung the whip in his hand more and more violently.

Some people were even whipped but fell to the ground and were unable to get up, but they were still considered lazy.

The bondservants, intent on currying favor with their masters, quickly dragged the slaves to their feet and yelled, "Still slacking off! You want to be punched again!"

However, Baoyi punched the slave several times, but the slave's body was limp and he didn't make a sound.

"My lord, this fellow has died..." The bondservant smiled flatteringly.

The master felt extremely unlucky, and his mood for the whole day was messed up. Without even turning his head, he said, "Leave him here to feed the wild dogs!"

Whipping slaves could have been done by someone else, but Hakan enjoyed the pleasure of oppressing them.

It was as if the screams caused by the whip were not noise, but sweet honey.

Suddenly, a flag bearer seemed to have seen something and hurriedly rode his horse to Hakan's front, pointing to the side and rear, "There are traces of enemies!"

"How can this be?"

Hakan looked ahead, then turned his head to look to the side, his face full of confusion and surprise.

This is clearly the official road between Fuzhou and Gaizhou, a territory controlled by the Qing Dynasty. How could there be traces of enemy activities?

However, the Ming-style battle jackets and cloth armor worn by the enemy indicated that this group of people were indeed Ming troops, not the San Shun Wang troops with shaved heads.

(End of this chapter)