Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 231 I Think I Can Do It (Two Chapters in One)

Nikan instinctively took a few steps back, but felt that the heat wave was getting closer.

He didn't care about friend or foe, he turned around and used his elbow as a hammer to push away all obstacles, "Get out of the way!"

To save his own life, he was willing to elbow and knock away more than ten flagmen, but the monster behind him kept chasing him, making hoarse and strange roars, "Little wild boar, open the door..."

Suddenly, the wooden planks under his feet snapped and a feeling of weightlessness shot straight into his thighs. Nikan fell heavily into the pile of corpses and sandbags in the trench, and the steel knife in his hand fell.

Dozens of kilograms of armor pressed down on his body. Even with the sandbags and corpses as a cushion, Nikan's waist was still seriously injured and he couldn't get up for a while.

The trench ahead was on fire. Even when Nikan fell into another trench, he could still see the red lotus flames rising into the sky, as if even the air was twisted and hot from being roasted.

Fortunately, there was no Samadhi True Fire harassing this trench. There were only corpses of both sides lying around, and the smell of burnt barbecue and gunpowder filled the air.

He tried to turn his head and look around. The straw bag and the armor cloth were not burning. The flames burned through the ropes of the armor plates. Pieces of fiery red armor plates slid down and touched the bodies of the surrounding armored soldiers, making a sizzling sound of boiling fat.

Several pairs of dead eyes stared at him, as if blaming him for falling into the fire ambush.

He seemed to hear the whispers of hundreds of people, "It's all your fault", "Accept your fate", "You are incompetent", "You killed us"...

Someone come here.

Nikan wanted to shout, but found his throat dry and itchy, as if ten thousand ants were crawling and biting him.

He wanted to drink water, scratch his throat to relieve the itch, and take off all the hot armor on his body and dive into the cold water to cool down.

A heat wave hit him rapidly, and the temperature in the air rose rapidly, irritating the itching sensation in his throat and making it more severe, causing him to cough violently.

Suddenly, a fireman poked his head out and peered into the ditch, like a fire demon spotting its hiding prey. He swooped down with a loud shout, "Your father is here!"

The high temperature transmitted by the fire waves penetrated the gaps in the armor, passed through the helmet's throat guard, and bit Nikan's skin without stopping.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" The intense pain from the burns tormented every nerve in his body.

He struggled and tumbled violently, but the desperate fire demon held him tightly. The pair of flaming hands wrapped around his back like steel whips.

"Go to hell with me... Ha, ha, ha..."

The Fire Demon's throat was burned by the high temperature, and the words he spoke were intermittent, but contained endless terror and hatred.

Nikan was like a drowning man struggling desperately. Even though he struggled with all his might, he was still dragged into the abyss of despair by the burning monster...

"Aha!"

The dead "Fire Demon" emerged from the ground and resurrected the next second.

A rammed earth wall as high as a person was built at the resurrection point where the battle flag was located to prevent the newly resurrected brothers from being hit by the red cannon.

The Resurrected One quickly went to the weapons rack, pulled out a handy mace, and picked up a shield from the pile of random shields. Then he jumped back into the battle, boasting as he did so, "Brothers, I think I just killed a high-ranking Tartar official!"

The raging fires in front and behind the trenches were still burning. The "fire demons" covered in flames stepped over the wooden boards and the permanent floating bridge made of corpses and sandbags, and pounced on the Tatars who still had the will to fight, throwing them into the sea of ​​fire.

"Die, wild boar skin!" Faced with the fire demon's charge, the Tartar soldiers attacking the trench retreated in panic.

However, the fire demon seemed to have no sense of pain at all. Before his body functions were completely burned out, he chased the Tartar across the trench defense line of more than 200 steps.

The fire demons were like a group of face huggers. Even if they had their last breath, they would still hold on to a Tartar and pass on the despair of fire.

Some of the madmen had little fire left in their bodies, and they still had enough energy to tear at the Tartars' ears, noses, and cheeks, biting and spitting out bloody pieces of flesh while yelling, "Kill pigs! Kill pigs! Kill pigs!"

The Tartars in the back row who failed to squeeze into the trench were frightened by this and almost forgot that they should kill the enemy to rescue their teammates. Some of them were even so scared that they sat down on the ground and subconsciously moved their thighs to retreat.

They had never fought such a crazy, evil and bloody battle in their lives. They would rather be hacked to death or shot to death than be harassed by a madman.

More than ten thousand people were killed by bullets, and hundreds were killed or wounded in the fighting. Finally, thousands of people were engulfed by a burst of fire that did not distinguish between friend and foe.

The originally narrow formation was difficult to deploy, so they could only rush forward in waves to exchange lives with the enemy.

The red lotus fire filled the vision, making everyone's faces red. The Tartars in front, whose morale had collapsed, quickly retreated.

They were covered in hot smoke, desperately trying to take off their helmets, tearing the thin belt strings to pull off their armor, and then fell to the ground, rolling and roaring.

The pain of severe burns is unbearable for ordinary people, not to mention that the burning double-layer cloth armor has a "steaming" effect. Many Tartars died completely after struggling in pain for a few moments.

Everyone witnessed the tragic scene of the trench attack, and the Tartar soldiers who were attacking the mountain from the flank were not having an easy time either.

The hilly roads are rugged and difficult to walk on, and it is also a bad terrain for deploying troops. Even if more than 10,000 auxiliary troops are assigned to a hill, only two to three thousand can attack at the same time. The extra people can either watch at the foot of the mountain or follow their teammates to cover the entire mountain road.

One of the commanders was Shen Zhixiang, Duke of Xushun.

At first, he thought that most of the enemy's forces were deployed in the center, and only a few special forces were ambushed in the mountains.

These special forces were bombarded several times by the red cannons, and at most only a few hundred soldiers were left who could fight.

This was indeed what he saw and heard when he led his troops to climb the mountainside. The pit where the "mortar" was originally placed was empty, and a pile of used wooden boxes and the ashes of cooking firewood were scattered on the ground. The dead bodies were twisted and distorted, and broken limbs and flesh were everywhere.

Shen Zhixiang thought to himself that the Beiwei Army was already at the end of its strength, and even the bravest and most powerful soldiers would eventually shed blood and sweat.

As long as they go around the mountainside to the back, they can open up roads on both sides that pass through the camp and surround the enemy soldiers.

By then, the Qing warriors will successfully pass through the narrow road and return to Gaizhou in the north, and these damn Beiwei soldiers will be trapped to death in the encirclement.

Just as Shen Zhixiang was enjoying his great achievement, a sudden scream interrupted his fantasy.

He heard screams coming from the woods ahead, and he and his personal soldiers rushed over to take a look: the unlucky Baoyi triggered the mechanism, and a wooden stick full of thorns from the tree root came flying towards him, piercing his chest and abdomen.

"There is a trap in the forest!" An unknown officer shouted, and more people stepped into the trap, screaming like pigs being slaughtered.

Some people stepped on animal traps, some were wrapped in net ropes and hung in the air, and some stepped on mechanisms and were shot through the calves by crossbow arrows.

Although the killing efficiency of these traps is not high, the injured soldiers are not only unable to fight again, but also have to be supported by one or two guards to go down the mountain for treatment. One injured person is equivalent to the loss of three combat forces.

Alarms and screams continued to be heard, and the auxiliary soldiers' advance slowed down. No one dared to rashly test the traps full of dangers.

Shen Zhixiang, feeling fooled, flew into a rage, "Damn it! If you have the guts, just get out of here. How can you be a real man if you're sneaking around like that?"

"Since you have made such a sincere request, we will show our mercy and satisfy you!"

The loud voice echoed among the mountains and forests, followed by clear echoes that seemed to be right beside him.

"Surprise motherfucker!"

A bush that the Qing soldiers were passing by suddenly spoke.

The bushman stood up straight, with only grass covering his bare body, and his muscles as strong as mountains were faintly visible under the grass. In one hand he held the rope connected to the cloth bag around his waist, and in the other hand he held a short spear.

"Go to hell!"

Several Bayalas nearby reacted quickly and stabbed the young man who suddenly appeared with their knives.

But in a moment, the defenseless boy was stabbed by three steel knives.

The young man vomited a pool of blood, but the smile on his face did not fade. "It's just a prank, is there any need... to use a knife... You have no sense of humor at all... Forget it, I won't play with you anymore..."

After saying that, he pulled the rope to activate the gunpowder. Dazzling flames radiated in all directions, and all the armored soldiers who tried to kill him were engulfed by the flaming iron bullets.

Shen Zhixiang subconsciously blocked the attack with his head and fell down. The iron bullets scattered and hit the tree trunks and the ground with a bang.

The loud bang seemed to ignite the enthusiasm of the Beiwei Army. The camouflaged grass suddenly appeared, shouted a few dramatic lines, and then exploded to kill the enemy.

The silent "stone" lifted the rags and shouted to ignite the gunpowder for the people of the world.

Others disguised themselves as tree branches, climbed to the highest branch and jumped, just like an extreme glider athlete flying over thousands of feet of mountains, or like a carbon-based artillery shell directly hitting the Tartar soldiers who were still climbing the mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Countless talking "natural landscapes" pulled their strings and exploded.

As the sound of the gunpowder explosion gradually faded and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Shen Zhixiang could finally hear the clear sounds around him.

He slowly stood up against a tree trunk, while the wounded but not dead soldiers lay on the ground wailing.

Even though the bondservants themselves were injured by the iron bullets, they had to step forward to help their masters.

If they were negligent in the slightest, they would be severely beaten by their master when they returned after their victory.

Looking at the tragic scene all around him, Shen Zhixiang kept muttering, Beiwei Army, Beiwei Army, why are you so flexible and adaptable in fighting!
There was no "human-shaped mine" in front of the trench, it turned out that it was arranged in the mountains and forests!
Shen Zhixiang suddenly felt a wet sensation on his left calf. He looked down and found that his calf was pierced by an iron bullet, and the blood that gushed out had soaked his trouser leg.

The moment he noticed the injury, his brain kicked in, continuously activating pain signals in his calf.

"Ahhh!" Shen Zhixiang screamed in pain. The injury to his calf took away half of his mobility.

Lord Shen's cry of pain was so powerful that it not only attracted the distant guards to come to his aid, but also attracted the elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army who were ambushing in the forest. There were more than a thousand elite soldiers in the commanding position.

Shen Zhixiang couldn't help but growl. How could the Beiwei Army ambush thousands of troops in the mountains? Don't they need people to guard the trenches?

The Beiwei Army pushed out more than a hundred pieces of gravel of varying sizes and kicked them lightly in front of the Tatars.

Although the kick was not strong, the slope of the forest provided the stone with a perfect stage for performance.

Stones rolled down, hitting tree trunks and causing them to deviate from their direction and continue rolling, or breaking tree trunks and bringing the trees down towards the Tartars, also mercilessly hitting the Tartars' bodies.

Before Shen Zhixiang could give any orders, he was dragged behind a tree by his personal guards and hid behind the tree trunk, like an eagle catching chicks, and they lined up in a long line.

The Beiwei Army has so many tricks up its sleeve.

The thud of gravel passing by was soul-stirring, like a herd of migrating yaks trampling the ground, shaking the mountain beneath their buttocks. Shen Zhixiang hugged his arms and curled up his legs, fearing that a piece of gravel would break his limbs and kill him.

The screams of his men echoed in his ears, but he could only watch as his brothers were hit and crushed to death by the rubble. As the rubble array dissipated, the personal soldiers, who had long lost their will to fight, quickly helped Shen Zhixiang down the mountain.

But the Beiwei army would never let go of this group of fresh prey, and they rushed down the mountain like wolves and tigers.

"oops!"

Some players accidentally stepped on the traps set by their own people, and they fell down involuntarily like a ball.

Until the unlucky guy flew over more than ten big trees but didn't die, but instead knocked over the fleeing soldiers who were running down the mountain with their backs turned, a good idea came into his mind like lightning.

Just like in martial arts novels, where one suddenly realizes and advances in martial arts through setbacks and defeats, this fellow also suddenly realized a move of rolling down the mountainside.

"Meat bomb tank!"

The effect of role models is amazing, especially the fun way of playing demonstrated by the idea king.

This group of idiot players slapped their heads, lamenting why they didn't think of it, and at the same time, imitated the examples of their predecessors, curled up their bodies and rolled down the mountain.

"Ah shit, wild boar skin!"

"Meat bomb buggy charge, charge, charge, whirlwind, charge, tornado!"

"Woooooooooo..." Some people even dubbed the noise of the engine roaring, as if they were the racing god speeding all the way through Akina Mountain.

Shen Zhixiang was almost dumbfounded when he saw that what rolled down was not rubble, but bodies shouting excitedly.

The Beiwei soldiers happily crashed into tree trunks and died, hit the stagnant debris and were sent flying, or crashed into the backs of the Qing soldiers, as if they were happily rushing to their deaths.

Regardless of whether the Beiwei Army can achieve military merit, these lunatics who risked their lives to roll down will eventually die.

If suicide bombs can kill enemies and achieve the goal of exchanging one for many, then these lunatics are simply courting their own death.

crazy!

Shen Zhixiang felt that his brain was no longer enough, and he had no idea who the Beiwei Army was.
Suddenly, a "human bomb tank" crashed into a tree trunk in front of him and stopped. The man stood up dazed with blood all over his head.

"Hey, your armor is very beautiful, you must be an officer!"

This person had a smiling face and a soft voice as if he was drunk. He walked unsteadily, but he was able to lock onto Shen Zhixiang's position and move closer.

"Protect the Lord!" The personal guard rushed forward with his sword, piercing the elite soldier's belly with one blow.

"Oh? Sir?" The severely injured elite soldier seemed to have a moment of life and shouted at the falling meat ball around him, "Here is the Tartar Sir! Come quickly!"

Although the elite soldier fell with his head raised and slid down the hillside for more than ten steps, his words were successfully conveyed to his brothers.

"There's life!"

Several brothers tried their best to slow down and brake. Some used their handsome faces to brake, some used their hands to scratch the ground until they were bloody, and some used their own "eggs and ham" to slow down...

The good news is that the player recognized that this was one of the traitors wanted by the Ming court, Shen Zhixiang, the Duke Xushun of the Qing Dynasty.

The bad news is that they used human bomb tactics and had lost almost all their weapons. Even if they had retained some daggers and knives, they could not defeat this group of brave bodyguards.

However, there is always a way out, and small difficulties cannot trap players.

All of them rushed forward towards the steel knives of the personal guards, and were not afraid even when the steel knives pierced their bodies. One person faced one personal guard, using their arms and thighs to lock the enemy's joints, and then fell backwards with their heads tilted back.

In the end, even though several people surrounded Shen Zhixiang alone, they still had the leisure to play finger-guessing games.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was being looked down upon, Shen Zhixiang swung his sword and chopped at these damn enemy soldiers.

Unexpectedly, after he killed two people, the remaining one had no more disputes. He pounced on him with a wicked smile, clamped his body and fell to the ground together.

"Beep beep, the sightseeing bus going down the mountain is about to start—"

"Invincible Hot Wheels!"

With a burst of unison of cheers, several assassins dragged Shen Zhixiang and others down.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" The assassins shouted excitedly, as if they were completing an important role in their lives.

Shen Zhixiang felt dizzy, his limbs were being pulled, and every impact on his back felt like a burning flame.

Even though he and the Beiwei assassin hit the tree trunk hard and were bounced away, almost knocking the soul out of his body, the assassin still refused to let go.

Those hands and feet were like four pieces of soft steel, tightly binding every inch of his bones and flesh, and were determined to drag him into hell even if it meant death.

Finally, they crashed into a thick tree together, like conjoined twins separated by a thread, and both died.

The assassin closed his eyes contentedly with a smile on his lips, while Shen Zhixiang stared blankly at the sky with his eyes wide open, as if he was thinking about an unanswered question before he died.

Countless wounded soldiers retreated with the horrific news, and the soldiers in the back row watched the bodies of both enemies and friends rolling down one after another.

From time to time, there were crazy people from the Beiwei Army who jumped down from tree branches to activate bombs to kill Qing soldiers. The body of the commander Shen Zhixiang was also discovered by Qing soldiers.

The Qing soldiers along the way were defeated. They wailed and helped their teammates to flee back to the camp in a panic. Some of them couldn't help but look back at the hill.

It is like a maze full of murderous intentions, and anyone who climbs up will experience endless torture.

The troops attacking the mountain on the other side were also in a miserable state. Although there were no traps or mechanisms, thousands of Beiwei soldiers formed a shield formation, advanced down step by step and stabbed, and from time to time threw "pottery jar bombs" to bombard and throw javelins to kill the Qing soldiers.

At this point, the Qing troops who attacked from three directions fled back in a panic again. Of the 45,000 auxiliary troops who went into battle, only 25,000 escaped.

The wounded soldiers who were slow to evacuate were once again taken advantage of by the madman and killed in front of the Qing soldiers.

Thousands of Beiwei soldiers still ran to the front of the battle to show off their strength, holding up the bleeding heads and jumping for joy. Then they piled up the heads and even recast the Jingguan that had been piled up before but scattered and stolen.

This time, Huang Taiji still had 100,000 troops under his command, but there were three more "meat mountains" made of heads in front of the battle line.

If the first round of attack was still tentative, the second round of attack fully demonstrated the resilience and strength of the Beiwei Army.

The road-blocking defense line built by the Beiwei Army was like an immovable mountain, not moving at all.

The princes and nobles observed all the details of the battlefield, and their hearts were filled with mixed emotions.

The initial anger at being humiliated gradually dissipated, replaced by the anxiety of encountering a powerful enemy, the panic of being blocked, and the fear of the enemy remaining motionless while the number of troops continued to decrease.

Even though Dorgon and Hauge had witnessed the bravery of the Black Flag Army inside the Great Wall and were mentally prepared, the shock and horror in their hearts still took a long time to calm down.

The Beiwei Army is far more swift and powerful than the Black Flag Battalion at the beginning of the year. It is not a battle force of one Black Battalion against five enemy troops, but a humanoid Gundam that can kill ten enemy troops with one Black Battalion!
Dorgon couldn't even imagine how many such powerful troops General Li, who trained the Black Flag Camp, had.

If this person could train 50,000 black flags, not to mention recovering Liaodong, even sweeping across the world would be easy, and he would be invincible!
Compared with Dorgon and Hauge, Jirgalang and other members of the royal family who had never fought against the Beiwei Army were completely stunned.

As if his jaw was dislocated, his mouth was wide open and Jirgalang was breathing in and out blankly, making a whirring sound.

He stared blankly at the defeated soldiers who were fleeing in a panic, their painful howls echoing over the camp.

The bravery of the Beiwei Army was even more crazy and fierce than the Ming Army he had seen, which was ten times more powerful!

Huang Taiji almost lost his imperial dignity and started shouting. After he spoke the first loud sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice.

He watched the Qing soldiers rush into the trenches and climb the hills, and everything was going smoothly.

Even if there are heavy casualties in this battle, it will still deplete the manpower of the Kongbeiwei army.

But the madness of the Beiwei Army was beyond his comprehension.

The Beiwei Army went crazy and even killed their own people - when the enemy and us were fighting, they set fire to all the two-legged creatures.

What was even more terrifying was that the Beiwei soldiers who were betrayed by their teammates were not afraid at all. Huang Taiji could see through the telescope that these people had taken the initiative to "join the game" just to lure the Qing soldiers to send more troops to join the battle, and then be wiped out by the flames.

It was as if the lives of all the soldiers of the Beiwei Army were not worth living. It was too iron-blooded, too cold-blooded, and cruel to the point that even Huang Taiji couldn't bear it.

How many troops did the Beiwei Army send to block the retreat?
After this round of fierce fighting, Huang Taiji did not feel that the number of Beiwei troops had decreased, and the enemy's morale was still high, with no sense of sadness about the death of friendly troops.

Could it be that the intelligence was wrong, and the number of elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army was not just four or five thousand, but ten or twenty thousand?
If the Beiwei Army really had 10,000 or 20,000 elite soldiers, Huang Taiji's demoralized army of 100,000 would probably find it difficult to attack them.

Moreover, after this battle, most of the princes and nobles who advocated war changed their attitudes, and they all lamented that it was easy to shake a mountain, but difficult to shake the Beiwei army.

Especially the chiefs of the Outer Mongolians, who had been hinting in his ears about taking a detour.

Although the scouts sent by Huang Taiji to scout southern Liaoning have not returned yet, bypassing this shortcut back to Gaizhou in the north and going back to the Liaozhong Plain from Xiaojiaguan and Zhenjiangbao is already an option.

Huang Taiji couldn't help but find it ridiculous that an army of 100,000 could only take a detour in a panic in front of thousands of enemy soldiers.

Since he established the Qing Dynasty, he has never experienced such humiliation!

This is not the towering Shanhaiguan, but just a simple defensive fortification built by the Beiwei army with mud and trenches. However, it is like a majestic pass in the world, blocking everyone from moving forward.

Even if everyone agrees and chooses to take a detour home, it is still a difficult road with half of it being mountains.

Now that autumn is deepening, the weather is getting colder. If heavy snow suddenly falls on the way and the 100,000-strong army suffers non-combat casualties, how many troops can escape back, 80,000 or 70,000?
Once the core strength of the Qing Dynasty is weakened, the tribes and Korea that are dependent on the Qing Dynasty will all rebel. At that time, can Huang Taiji still be the emperor of the Qing Dynasty?

Huang Taiji estimated that the Beiwei army must have suffered heavy casualties in this battle.

Sending a signal of peace talks to a seriously injured remnant soldier should be a crucial move to provide timely assistance, which directly touched the heart of the Beiwei Army commander.

He believed that the Beiwei Army were not "righteous men" loyal to their country, but ambitious people with ulterior motives.

Rather than fighting to the point of mutual destruction and letting the young emperor of the Ming Dynasty reap the benefits, it would be better for both sides to secretly reach an agreement and divide the territory of the Ming Dynasty so that each can become the emperor.

(End of this chapter)