Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 223 Ahaha
Or is the Beiwei Army up to something again?

Geng Zhongming had fought for 10 to 20 years in his life and had seen countless tactics and strategies, but he had never seen the Beiwei Army fight in such an unconventional way.

Just a few thousand people performed various tricks and gave him surprises one after another.

He even suspected that the Beiwei Army sent auxiliary troops to fight as a pretext to lure the enemy, but in fact they had already ambushed fresh troops in the surrounding hills and mountains. As long as the auxiliary troops pretended to retreat, they would make a big fool of him.

"Hmph! An ambush in the woods won't fool me!"

Geng Zhongming smiled complacently, ordered the reorganized troops to slow down the offensive, and sent hundreds of people to the north and south hills to search for enemy "ambushes".

However, after searching for a while, they did not find the expected ambush, but instead saw two thousand Beiwei troops advancing steadily.

The enemy stopped and walked along the way. The front row held shields in formation, the middle row held spears and guns, and the back row held shields for defense. They moved slowly as if they were deliberately delaying their steps.

What are they doing?
Geng Zhongming found a stable mound of earth and stood on it to look into the distance.

The Beiwei Army marched slowly along the way, actually waiting for the auxiliary troops behind them to fill the square pit left by the "human mines" and move away the bodies that fell along the way.

The center of the enemy's formation was crowded with something heavy that needed to be pushed, but it was covered by layers of cloth, so it was impossible to see what it was.

He just felt that the Beiwei Army was doing something weird again.

However, he felt that the time was almost up. The enemy was gradually moving away from the mule cart formation. Even if they chose to retreat at this time, it would be difficult for them to escape unscathed!

There were no ambushes in the woods, no extra human-shaped mines, and no other weird tactics.

How should the Beiwei Army respond this time!
Geng Zhongming ordered his men to blow the horns and beat the war drums, and more than ten thousand soldiers and horses sped up their advance in an instant.

"Kill!" The flag bearers on the front line shouted, the armed bannermen cheered, and Geng Zhongming couldn't help but raise his knife to the sky and shout loudly.

Different waves of Qing army archers found an opening to stop, skillfully drew their bows and shot arrows at the enemy. Hundreds of heavy arrows hung in the air like a heavy rain, and finally hit the shields with a clanging sound.

Although the thrown heavy arrow loses a lot of kinetic energy, it is enough to penetrate the shield and pierce the enemy soldier under the shield with the help of gravitational potential energy.

Elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army in the front row and the center kept falling down, with several arrows sticking out of their bodies. Some even had sharp arrows stuck in their shields and cloth armor. Blood was oozing from the corners of their mouths, but they had to continue to hold their positions.

"Forward!" the commander shouted, and the soldiers in the central army advanced fearlessly to fill the positions. They had no sadness for the death of friendly soldiers, and no fear of fighting the enemy.

The phalanx columns also shot arrows and emitted white smoke from bullets from time to time to take the lives of the Qing soldiers. The two sides exchanged casualties in this way.

Just as the Qing infantry was about to engage in close combat, the Qing archers threw away their bows and drew their swords to join the fight.

The tight formation of the Beiwei Army suddenly pushed out several cloth-covered carts. They lifted the cloth covering the carts, revealing the black muzzles underneath. The cannons, which had already been loaded with buckshot, seemed to be making low roars like bison.

"Fire!" The commander of the Beiwei Army gave the order casually, just like a friend or relative greeting you warmly, "Have you eaten?"
The swift shotgun shells poured out in an instant, and the dense barrage penetrated the front row of Qing soldiers, and their entire bodies exploded into bloody buds.

The Qing soldier who died suddenly groaned and fell forward, backward, left and right as if the power had been cut off, and the weapons in his hands flew away.

The cannonballs fired from the two small cannons blasted directly into the no-man's land where the infantry formation was trapped. Even if the Qing soldiers were lucky enough to avoid the scattered cannonballs, they were frightened by the casualties caused in an instant and dared not move.

"go ahead!"

The Beiwei Army cleared the corpses on their way forward and continued to push their artillery across the battlefield.

They advanced a distance and then stopped, pushing out the loaded cannon and firing a shot.

Several cannons loaded with shotgun shells in succession were like a "three-stage" volley of guns. They fired a shot every time they took a step forward, then retreated to reload and pushed out new cannons to fire forward.

The special "infantry and artillery coordination" enabled the Beiwei Army to tear through the line of more than 10,000 Qing soldiers, just like building a bloody floating bridge to the end of a vast river.

Even though the Qing soldiers tried their best to shoot arrows and fire guns, the Beiwei Army was fearless and used buckshot to clear the way. Even gods could not withstand this "infantry and artillery coordination".

It was clear that the Beiwei Army had lost hundreds of soldiers in fierce fighting along the way, but the Beiwei Army's formation seemed to have inexhaustible manpower, and from time to time they sent two or three hundred people to infiltrate the front-line infantry formation.

The advancing Beiwei Army always maintained a combat strength of about 2,000, and even had enough reinforcements to attack Duoduo, while holding on to its main camp and fighting on three fronts.

Geng Zhongming was shocked.

How many manpower does the Beiwei Army have?

Even if all the auxiliary soldiers and civilians were forced to go into battle, they would not be able to have the military strength to fight.

However, these "truths", "logics" and "experiences" that always work, when they encounter the Beiwei Army, are like demons encountering talismans, and they all fail to work.

These reinforcements, the auxiliary troops, seemed to be under some kind of spell, becoming stronger and stronger as the battle went on, almost breaking through the Eight Banners' front and advancing towards where Ajige was.

At this moment, the Beiwei Army suddenly changed from a square formation to a long formation, like a freely retractable Ruyi Jingu Bang. They sent some fresh troops to attack the Qing soldiers who were surrounding them from behind, and completely opened up the front and back passages.

Even though the military pressure on both sides remained unabated, they still had the leisure to move the corpses under their feet to both sides, as if they were clearing the way for someone.

"Salute to the warriors behind us!" Someone shouted, and the players arranged in a long formation quickly split into two halves and crowded towards the enemy soldiers on both sides, clearing a flat green passage.

Strings of harmless firecrackers were thrown into the road and exploded, crackling and bursting into pieces of red confetti.

At this time, more than ten mule carts suddenly rushed out from the main camp of the Beiwei Army. The carts were almost full of soldiers holding weapons and musical instruments. Behind them were three hundred mounted infantrymen, waving swords and shouting excitedly.

"Oh yeah! Brothers who are playing the dungeon, Qing Dynasty wild boar skin, come and have fun with me, okay!"

Someone was playing the guitar and shouting loudly, stopping from time to time to pick up a torch and spray out the flammable liquid that had been in his mouth for a long time, and pedaling his feet to keep the rhythm.

He was bare-headed, without a helmet, and his makeshift haircut resembled a punk hedgehog.

Although there are no suitable instruments, players can tell at once that this guy is playing heavy metal style music, with a sense of madness of a wasteland desert.

"Oh hoo—keep on playing, keep on killing! Charge!"

There are also players who did not shave their heads, but untied their hair, looking like beggars or madmen with disheveled hair, shaking their heads constantly.

One person played the pipa, one played the erhu, and another played the suona. They were dressed in Han-style clothes, just like the unkempt Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu indulging in pleasure in a spoof movie.

Players holding bird guns and crossbows will randomly look for lucky people on the left and right wings while running.

The player responsible for driving the horse would occasionally light a string of firecrackers or a Molotov cocktail and throw it at the enemies along the way.

"The enemy's banner is right before our eyes, charge, charge, charge!"

The idiots who were charging along in the chariots were having so much fun. Some of them were spraying Gatling fireworks indiscriminately, some were bombarding the enemy with useless "bazookas", and some couldn't help but perform the JOJO stand, but because the wheels ran over the gravel, they fell down and were surrounded and hacked to death by several Qing soldiers.

Seeing more than ten carriages heading straight for the commander-in-chief, Geng Zhongming immediately realized that something was wrong.

The Beiwei Army was willing to sacrifice so many brave soldiers just to fight their way through and attack the main banner.

If the banner falls and the commander is killed, even if the Eight Banners can still maintain their vitality, it will be a complete defeat and they will have no choice but to retreat to the fortresses along the way and wait for the Emperor to come to their rescue.

"Hurry! Go back to support the general!" Geng Zhongming had just gathered hundreds of riders and hurried on his way, and he had no time to pay attention to the infantry who were still fighting.

Seeing more than ten chariots full of brave soldiers rushing towards him, Ajige, who had only two thousand bannermen left with him, panicked.

He paid close attention to every move of the enemy and us throughout the whole process, and was deeply aware of the terror of the Beiwei Army.

Even though the Beiwei Army had only three or four hundred chariots and cavalry, he had no intention of resisting the enemy. Who knew what tricks the madman would use next.

"Retreat!" Ajige sent a thousand cavalrymen to meet the attack, while leading hundreds of elite guards on horseback to take a detour.

As long as he could bypass Duoduo or Kong Youde's position and use the superior forces of the two to eat up this "surprise force", he would still have the capital to continue fighting!

Unfortunately, it still took some time for Ajige and others to speed up their horses, and the galloping chariots and horses had already arrived close to them.

Even if a thousand cavalrymen were to cut off the rear and intercept, the Beiwei Army had already made sufficient contingency plans.

The chariot predicted Ajige's escape route, bypassed the oncoming Qing cavalry and headed straight for the enemy general, while the three hundred cavalrymen went around from the other side.

The brothers holding bird guns concentrated their shooting at the war horses within the path, forcing the riders to fall. If there were enemy cavalry following and about to hit them, some brothers with gunpowder bundled with them would jump off the car and roll several times before stopping.

Even if the horses' hooves were stampeding wildly, the brothers could use their last bit of strength to activate the gunpowder and blast away the enemy horses. The frightened horses would instinctively slow down, or even turn around to avoid the attack against their masters' orders.

Seeing the enemy soldiers leisurely playing musical instruments on the carriage, the Qing cavalry gnashed their teeth in anger, but they could do nothing.

Anyone who rushes to the front will be shot to death by a bird gun or blown up by a desperate "suicide bomber".

Ajige was also in an awkward situation, with enemy chariots to his left and cavalry to his right.

Even if the flag bearers kept changing direction to intercept the enemy, they would be quickly bypassed by the enemy.

The warhorse under his crotch was galloping for its life, and the guards around him kept falling off their horses, but Ajige still could not escape the pursuers behind him.

The force of the galloping warhorse was like a soft knife slapping his face. He tried to lower his body to prevent the stray bullets from hitting his back.

He cannot die here yet. He still needs to conquer southern Liaoning and make meritorious contributions, and then be promoted to a higher title.

He can't die!

However, no one listened to his voice, and only the crackling sound of a cannonball was heard.

The warhorse under his crotch let out a mournful cry, and his body suddenly sank down. He felt the sky spinning and the earth shaking.

(End of this chapter)