Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 211 Saturation Guerrilla

"Do I still need to teach you when I give you a chance to resist?"

The bad-tempered player moved closer, stuck to the slave's lower back, grabbed his wrist, and suddenly thrust forward.

The tip of the spear pierced Baoyi's shoulder and blood oozed out. Baoyi screamed in pain, and the slave who attacked him was so scared that he sat down on the ground, dropped the spear in his hand, and his eyes were full of tears.

The slaves held spears and daggers in their hands, but refused to move forward. The rat tails behind their heads destroyed their dignity, and it seemed that there was a braid in their hearts pulling at their hands and feet, preventing them from moving forward even a single step.

Two lines of turbid tears slid down from the corners of the slave's eyes. He shook his head and stood there in a daze. The skin on the palms of his hands turned red due to the increasingly tight force.

The Baoyi were still begging and crying, but the slaves just stood there holding their weapons.

"You didn't even get the chance to resist?"

"Forget it, forget it. It's easy to cut the braids at the back of your head, but it's hard to get rid of the braids in your heart. They've been enslaved for years and probably just think it's all a dream. They don't believe anyone will rescue them. They've been tamed like animals, both physically and mentally."

"That's true. If I were a slave, I would probably ask the slave owner for permission even to pee."

"Why don't we just leave them here and respect their fate?"

"That won't do. We only have about eighty of us left. Without these hundreds of slaves to round out the numbers, how can we act as a grain transport team?"

Perhaps realizing that hope was fleeting, one of the young slaves gritted his teeth, suddenly roared, and thrust his spear into Baoyi's body.

If one is not enough, try two, three...

The young man's killing skills were clumsy and unfamiliar. He stabbed several times in a row, but the dying Baoyi's cries for mercy were still noisy.

With blood spurting all over his face, the young man looked like he was wearing a jet-like red mask.

The first person to try it set a heroic example, and dozens of slaves were also aroused by the long-dormant anger.

Even if there were still more than 200 slaves who dared not act, these dozens of angry slaves were a good start.

The slaves held back their tears, mustered up their courage, and rushed forward a few steps with their weapons tightly grasped in both hands.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced into Baoyi's belly with a "puff", and Baoyi, who was crying incessantly, suddenly softened.

The Baoyi looked at the slave who had once prostrated himself and begged for mercy in astonishment, and stabbed him with a dagger, the sharp blade piercing his stomach and disrupting his internal organs.

"Spare my life..."

Baoyi's wailing turned into a faint groan, the silver-white blade gradually turned red, and blood dripped down the blade.

The slaves panted and looked at the bloody swords in their hands in disbelief. They really did it.

"What's your name?" Zhang Xianzhong called out to the young slave who had taken action for the first time.

The young man seemed quite frightened, as if he was suddenly stopped on the street and was not sure who was calling him.

He pointed to the tip of his nose, looking confused.

"Yes, it's you."

"My name is Feng Hanmin."

"Hmm, that's a good name." 'Zhang Xianzhong' asked a few questions and then turned to leave. Another soldier who looked like a captain came over and patted Feng Hanmin on the shoulder. "From now on, you will be the auxiliary soldiers of our Beiwei Army—and all of you, anyone who dares to resist will be auxiliary soldiers of our Beiwei Army from now on. Do you know the Black Flag Battalion that killed the Tartars? We are them!"

These words shocked everyone.

Those bondservants who were still alive felt incredible, and Hakan, who knew a little Chinese, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

The name of the Black Flag Camp spread throughout the Liaozhong Plain with the defeats of Yuetuo and Dorgon. From Lushun to Tieling, everyone knew it, and it could even stop the crying of enemy babies at night.

Hakan once thought that the Black Flag Camp was nothing but an excuse for Dorgon's defeat.

Today, when he fought with the fierce soldiers of the Black Flag Camp, he realized that the enemy's individual combat power was comparable to that of an ordinary Bayala. Their tactical command was flexible and changeable, and their offensive rhythm was sophisticated and experienced. Only a hundred people could play the formation changes of thousands of people.

The bruises from being punched and kicked still hurt, but Hakan felt relieved of the shame and resentment in his heart.

It was only natural that he was defeated by the famous and fierce soldiers of the Qing Dynasty.

It would be better to say that he was able to fight off a strong army for several rounds before being defeated, and that he had the potential to be above average, and he might be able to grow into a general commanding thousands of elite soldiers.

Hakan suddenly realized a terrible problem.

The Black Flag Battalion took the risk of advancing deep into the Qing territory, indicating that the Black Flag Battalion had already begun its offensive against the Qing.

And these Black Flag troops who risked landing could not be elite.

No general would send out his elite troops to fight with the enemy in a consumption battle. The essence is kept as the trump card for the last use.

Just as there was a division between combat soldiers and elite troops within the Qing Dynasty, the armored men were ordinary combat soldiers, while the Red Bayara and White Bayara were the elite guards.

If such brave soldiers were not the elite of the Black Flag, how terrifying would the elite soldiers in the Black Flag camp be!
Could it be true that "one Black Flag Army soldier is worth five enemies" as the rumors say?
If the Black Flag Battalion could train tens of thousands of elite soldiers in due time, the entire Qing Dynasty’s combat troops combined would not be enough to sustain the Black Flag Battalion’s consumption.

Hakan was in deep despair.

However, he was imprisoned and unable to convey the danger signal to his superiors. It was also unclear whether the scouts sent out had conveyed the message. The players nearby, unaware of the slave owner's thoughts, gathered together to discuss intelligence outside the city.

Zhang Xianzhong pulled out a map of Liaodong from his bosom and spread it out on the "round table." This round table was actually the raised buttocks of the dead bannermen.

"I just asked those Han people, and combined with the sextant observation of the sun, we are now approximately near the 40° north latitude line."

"What about the longitude?" Lu Xiaobu sat on the ground, like a kitten digging at its owner's bowl, and looked at the map curiously.

"There's no need to talk about longitude. We all landed along the coast. You can just draw a line of latitude that intersects with the coast of the peninsula." Wu Litou made a crossing gesture.

"It seems that we are relatively close to Fuzhouwei, but there is a post station and a small town in the middle." Ajie's prosthetic limb was gone, replaced by the arm of a new life.

"I've interrogated several baoyi (private servants) and they said that this Yongning Prison City had been abandoned for several years and was only recently restored. The garrison consisted of only a hundred real Tartars, a few baoyi (private servants), and slaves."

"Then we should first trick the Yongning Prison City into opening."

"What do you think of this post station?" The 'Breakthrough Hand' spat out a mouthful of blood foam. During the fight just now, two of his teeth were knocked out by a punch from the Tartar.

"Post stations can be large or small. The small ones are just a few wooden inns, and the big ones are at best landlords' compounds, which are not very troublesome."

"What if these Tartars refuse to cooperate when they reach the city?" Jiang Xiaobai turned to glance at Hakan. "I heard that last year, when the Qihuo Army captured a civil official and defrauded Runing, they were tricked by him and nearly trapped in the city wall and annihilated."

"It's okay. We have captured a lot of horses. If we can't take the city, we can just hide in the mountains with the food and fight guerrilla warfare. With our level of organization, guerrilla warfare will definitely give the Tartars a headache." Wu Litou sketched a few places with his hands, and seemed to be very familiar with this terrain.

"How are the other groups doing?" Huang Zilong said this out of the blue. It seemed a bit nonsensical, but it contained a deep meaning.

This attack involved over 600 players, each with a few auxiliary crews to guide and guard the ships. The small boats carried 40 men, the larger ships 100, and a total of 13 longships were dispatched to attack various locations in southern Liaoning.

"I'll go and take a look..."

After saying this, Lü Xiaobu's body softened and he fell backwards, startling the former slaves and new auxiliary soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield.

Feng Hanmin thought that the general was seriously injured and died suddenly. He was hesitating whether to go forward and drag the body away and bury it.

Suddenly, the "dead man" who was limp just now suddenly sat up again.

The general was not dead, he just lay down and took a rest because he was tired of killing!
But if you want to rest, you can be gentler. How can you lie down with a bang? Won't your back hurt?

"I found out." Lü Xiaobu held the Baoyi's hip with one hand and pointed at the location on the map with the other. "The two longboats entered the Hunhe River and headed upstream. If they hadn't encountered a Jiannu hunting party and fought a fierce battle, they would probably have reached Liaoyang."

“So awesome!”

A group of players looked for the location of Liaoyang in the map and compared it with their fingers. They found that Liaoyang was at least three hundred miles away from here.

"Damn it! Are all the Jiannu soldiers along the way blind? They didn't even notice them?!"

"Huang Taiji must be furious. His territory has been invaded by us like it's no man's land. If the guerrilla force were ten times larger, Huang Taiji would never have peace in his life."

"He's also having trouble finding peace... The other armies are experiencing both joy and sorrow." Lu Xiaobu pointed east of Guanglu Island. "Three longships encountered enemy warships in this area. They must be a joint naval force between Shang Kexi and the Koreans. Although the brothers fought desperately to replace a warship, the waterway is no match for the land route, and they were ultimately annihilated."

"Damn traitor! If I catch Shang Kexi, I'll skin him alive and tear his tendons apart!"

"Well, that's too narrow-minded. It's better to hand him over to the imperial court. The ten ancient tortures are more professionally handled by these officials. For example, if you were to cut someone into pieces, you'd kill him with just three cuts. If a professional were to do it, they wouldn't be able to kill him even after three days of cutting."

"Hey, you're right. Torture is more professional for the officials."

"What about the other brothers?"

"We landed in Lushun, Jinzhou, Fuzhou, and Changsheng Island. We even lost our way and ran to Songshan. The Songshan defenders thought we were Qing Dynasty traitors' warships and almost started a fight with us. Fortunately, the misunderstanding was finally resolved and we boarded the longboat to return."

"Wait! Someone landed on Fuzhou and Changsheng Island?! Isn't that very close to us? How many people are there?!"

"Four boats, about two hundred people."

"Are there any other players in Dengzhou who are willing to set sail?" Zhang Xianzhong added.

"Yes, the brothers saw that the saturation guerrilla warfare was quite fruitful, and they also wanted to join in the fun in southern Liaoning. At least 600 people have set sail on converted civilian ships. We should see more guerrillas in two or three days at most."

"It's a pity that there's no second resurrection point in Dengzhou. It takes too long for our brothers to die in battle and then go north."

"That's nothing. The main base has opened a special transport service. As long as we get out of the resurrection point and gather a group of people, we can set sail.

The NPCs who pilot the boats are specially trained and work in shifts day and night. Players only need to log in regularly to stretch their muscles and replenish their food, and can log off to play other games the rest of the time.

The total time for water transportation is only about half a month."

"I'm so happy!" Huang Zilong said, "We used to rely entirely on foot. But how come everything at the main base has been upgraded since we left? It was the same with our previous school; as soon as we graduated, they'd renovate the playground and teaching buildings. We haven't had those experiences in our class."

"Planning for the main base's railway has also begun. The first phase of 50 kilometers of railway will be completed in at least six months, and at most a year."

"Holy crap! 17th-century railways appeared in the 19th century!"

"Ooooooh! The value of our struggle has become concrete. I feel like if we kill a few more bugs, we can unify the world!"

"So what are you waiting for? Charge ahead! Take the city, reunite with our allies, and make another big news!"

(End of this chapter)