Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 233 Another Day of Loyalty (Two Chapters in One)

Commander Horus' voice echoed in the captain's head, and the latter loudly delivered the military order, "Second Team, advance!"

The second wave of troops were like powered-off robots, standing quietly in the morning mist with their heads held high and their chests puffed out.

With a command, the stationary robot seemed to be full of energy and moved forward with big strides.

"Third team, forward!" Another order echoed behind his head.

Liu Changsheng didn't look back. The first echelon ahead had just taken a few dozen steps when the third echelon behind them caught up. The shouts of the fourth echelon advancing gradually faded away.

This time, the 3,000 players made a desperate charge, not for any victory, but only to create a "heavy loss" situation to attract the Tatars to attack the defense line again.

If we can kill some Tartars at the same time, it will be worth it to deplete the Qing Dynasty's manpower.

All the teams were formed into two thin horizontal rows, with Liu Changsheng sandwiched between his brothers on the left and right, with a thick cloth bag tied to his chest.

The first row was the defense team and the breakthrough team, wearing captured Qing cloth armor and holding shields and machetes.

The second row is the attack group, armed with spears and captured Tatar heavy bows.

The excited gasps of teammates echoed in their ears, and everyone tacitly remained silent before breaking through the morning mist.

Although the hurried footsteps had already exposed the intention of the assault, everyone was subconsciously immersed in the atmosphere of the decisive battle and said nothing.

dong dong dong-

The uniform pace was like the beating of war drums, and Liu Changsheng felt his heart beating faster and faster along with the pace.

He held his neck tightly and stared straight ahead.

Visibility was extremely low in the dense morning fog. He could not see the Tatar camp in the distance, but could only see the vertical backs of the brothers in the first echelon, who were cut like knives, stepping firmly into the unknown fog.

He didn't even know how far he had walked until the captain in front of him shouted "The enemy is ahead", and the area ahead, which had emerged from the morning mist, became bright as if the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining.

The Tatar camp appeared before their eyes, and the outline of the 100,000-strong army's infantry formation was like an ink line soaked through white paper, standing straight into the field of vision.

The enemy seemed to be intent on engaging them in close combat, as thousands of Tartar soldiers poured out of the camp and formed infantry formations.

The enemy is closer.

Liu Changsheng couldn't help but get nervous, and he held the shield even harder with his hands.

The captains' communication with the commander was completed in an instant. Liu Changsheng soon heard the first captain's order: "Everyone, speed up and jog!"

The shouts of the captains were like beacons ignited on the Great Wall. As soon as the voices from the front row fell, the voices from the back row rang out loudly.

The originally orderly pace became chaotic as they sped up their jog, and the sounds of armor rubbing against each other and swords and shields colliding were endless.

The Beiwei army's camp was four hundred steps away from the enemy.

Liu Changsheng looked around and saw Huang Zilong, Lu Xiaobu, Ajie, Breakthrough Hand, Wild Bull, Jiang Xiaobai...all his brothers were fighting side by side.

He smiled at them, and they smiled brightly in response.

Together they crossed mountains and seas, and also walked through crowds of people.

He defeated bandits and fought against the Qing army, and shed his blood on the battlefield.

We lay together on the grassy hillside and chatted, we climbed to the top of the mountain together to watch the sunrise and compete to see whose urine could reach the farthest, and we boasted about the same things under the starry night sky...

The Xianzhen Camp is three hundred steps away from the enemy.

They were his brothers who had fought side by side for many days and his comrades who had shared his second life.

Now they fight side by side again, carrying muskets, swords and shields, and vow to completely exterminate the damn barbarians!

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up again!"

The vertical queue in front was scattered, and the three thousand people were like a biscuit dropped on the ground, scattered everywhere.

Brothers are running, brothers are roaring, brothers are playing music--

Something Just Like This (Megamix)

The trap camp was about fifty steps away.

Liu Changsheng, who was one step faster than others, got into the first row of the queue.

The number of teammates "blocking" the front row is decreasing, and the fierce enemies are getting closer and closer to him.

He could see the enemy's outline, his fighting posture, and the ferocious, evil smile on his face as he drew his bow and drew his arrow.

"Charge at full speed!"

The captain's voice faded away, but Liu Changsheng felt as if he had been injected with a shot of stimulant, and endless strength poured into his legs.

He sped up and ran forward, but the brother in front of him ran even faster than him.

The shouts of the brothers in the front row rang out, and every word penetrated into Liu Changsheng's ears.

"We are the Emperor's coins, carried in a sack and smashed into the enemy's face... We are the descendants of those who betrayed us ten thousand years ago. Giving our lives for the Emperor is our eternal atonement...

charge! charge! charge!

I once wondered when the sins of the Death Legion would be paid for!
Now I have my answer - from the moment we took up arms to serve the Emperor and the Imperium, our sins have long been erased from the past and the future!"

The Xianzhen Camp reached nearly ninety steps.

The Tartars' arrows were thrown over, and all the brothers running wildly in the front row raised their shields in time.

The falling arrows made the shield armor jingle, and the brothers who were hit by the arrows and fell to the ground were thrown behind him. Liu Changsheng did not stop and continued to rush forward with the shield full of arrows.

The brothers who made bold statements at the front were still howling: "Don't look back! Don't be sad! Death is our final destination! Every inch of land here is a cemetery to bury us. We will die eventually, but our loyalty will never leave!

The Emperor sits on a golden toilet and feels the loyalty of each of us! Go, fight for the Emperor, fight for the Empire!

"Why we are not afraid of death, because we are infinitely loyal to the Emperor!"

Liu Changsheng couldn't help but add that the brothers running in the front row didn't look back, but they freed one hand and raised their thumbs, conveying silent praise.

With a thud, the shouting brother was shot through the legs by arrows and fell to the ground, raising dust and blood.

Even though he had lost his fighting ability, he raised his palm high to complete the handover of loyalty with Liu Changsheng who arrived later, "The Emperor will live forever!"

"Liu Changsheng, run! Run!" The seriously injured man lying on the ground shouted his name.

He was like Forrest Gump in a certain movie, running with his shield on his head with no distractions, the noise of arrows hitting the shield ringing in his ears.

Even though his legs were disabled in real life, in the game his running speed surpassed that of many reckless men.

Liu Changsheng ran, running on the ground where his brothers fell to the ground one after another after being shot by arrows.

He seemed like a lost coward groping forward in the darkness, trying to catch up with the glimmer of loyal light ahead.

The shield filled with arrows became heavy, and the cloth armor on his shoulders, waist and abdomen were also pierced with arrows. His body became heavier and more tired, but he was still running.

He successfully broke through the rain of arrows and was the first to rush into the Tatar line, like a cannonball piercing a flesh and blood body.

He looked around at the vicious and brutal Tartars who wanted to tear him to pieces, and pulled the thin rope that ignited the gunpowder with ease.

"Another day of loyalty."

When the flames instantly covered his whole body, he still had a happy smile on his face.

The moment the gunpowder explosion engulfed him, countless large and small iron bullets were thrown out and injured the surrounding Tartar soldiers.

There was no time to mourn for their fallen comrades, as the other death squad members of the Xianzhen Camp immediately rushed to the battlefield.

Even though they were hit on the body and cheeks by the flying iron bullets, they were not afraid of the pain or death, and rushed forward with their faces covered with pieces of flesh smashed by the iron bullets.

"My loyalty is witnessed by heaven and earth!"

"The Krieg Death Korps will never retreat!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

The dead soldiers shouted their slogans and detonated the gunpowder, blasting a bloody gap in the flesh and approaching the wooden wall of the camp.

"Charge!" The following armored brothers rushed forward with their shields, like rugby players, and quickly knocked away any enemies standing in their way.

While holding up their shields and brandishing their swords to block the incoming enemy soldiers from both sides, they shouted to their brothers in the back row, "Demolition team! Go!"

More than ten brothers rushed out in response. Without saying a word, they stood silently in a row along the camp gate and the wooden wall.

After they all stood still, one player turned his head to look at his comrades who were fighting hard, "Don't tell mom, I'm fighting in southern Liaoning..."

"Brother, let's go!"

Deafening explosions sounded one after another, and the blasting team blocking the door were killed. Surrounding them were piles of splattered corpses, limbs, and blood plasma, and the buzzing sound produced by the explosion was in their ears.

The village wall and wooden gate were blasted to shreds, and they collapsed backwards with a simple push from the player.

"Sword in hand! Follow me! Cut off the dragon banner! Seize the captive's head!"

Although the road to the dragon banner was crowded with Tartar armored men and Bayala, this battle was a battle of decoy and death for them, and a man should go forward even if there are tens of thousands of people against him.

The brothers in the back row blocked the gap in the camp without complaint, using the simplest shields, spears, steel knives and hammers to resist the Tartar soldiers outside the camp.

They wished their brothers to capture the chieftain, and also wished their brothers who fought alongside them to have a good fight.

However, Huang Taiji was not as powerful as Dorgon. He was surrounded by a large number of guards. In just a short while, tens of thousands of soldiers of varying strengths gathered around him.

The various Tartar soldiers in the camp felt awe and hatred when they saw that only two or three thousand enemies had broken through the first line of defense and entered the camp.

The Beiwei army killed so many of their friends and bondservants, and also humiliated them in public at the Zhujingguan. It was just the right time to settle both old and new grudges and kill all of these enemy soldiers.

"kill!"

The two sides, filled with hatred, collided fiercely, swords clashed, and armor and shields collided.

Each member of the phalanx is an "auxiliary", whether it is a shield, cloth armor, or even the player's own flesh and blood, they are all meat shields used to help teammates move forward.

"go ahead!"

The commander's voice can no longer reach the front line, and the entire command system relies entirely on voice and whistle.

As soon as the charge whistle sounded, the players rushing into the camp seemed to have unlocked their genetic fighting instincts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The two sides crowded together tightly, shouting at each other face to face, and stabbing back and forth with weapons in hand.

This crowded scene is like the congested streets of a tourist city during the Golden Week. Compared with the tens of thousands of people in the Beiwei Military Region, it is like a drop of black ink falling into a basin of milk.

When the front row fell, the following players stepped over the flesh and blood to fill their place, stabbing their spears and steel knives into the enemy's chest. Even if the spears were broken and the swords shattered, the players still had their fists to smash, even if the knuckles were exposed and the flesh was bloody, and they still had their teeth to bite, even if the teeth were torn out and the mouth was covered with blood...

Even if the road ahead is completely blocked, if a brother in the blasting team shouts "Bend down", the brothers in the front row will immediately lower their bodies to reveal their broad backs.

The suicide boy stepped on his brother's back and leaped a few steps forward. He landed in front and exploded with a loud bang. Dozens of crowded Tatars were suddenly shaken away and fell to the ground like water waves.

"go ahead!"

The player cherished the "passage" opened up by his comrade's self-explosion, and quickly stepped on it to move forward more than ten steps.

"Kill the Tartars!" Huang Zilong finally filled the first row.

He stabbed with his spear several times, but when he pulled it back for the fourth time, he found that the spear head was cut off, so he quickly dropped the spear and drew his sword, continuing to fight the enemy's weapons and armor.

The noisy roars and the crisp sounds of weapons colliding mixed together, and from time to time the loud sound of gunpowder explosions could be heard in the ears.

The flying dust, blood and mud fell like rain, and the rustling sound was like wave after wave of heavy rain.

Suddenly, a stray bullet scraped past his helmet and made a crisp clanging sound, which caused Huang Zilong's sight to shift. He failed to notice the broken limbs at his feet and fell to the ground without standing firmly.

He threw himself into the puddle of flesh and water, and the greatly weakened feeling of drowning and suffocation filled his senses.

His instinct to fight prompted him to get up, but the chaotic battlefield showed no mercy. His teammates in the back row thought he was dead and kept rushing forward to fill his position.

Pairs of big feet stepped over him, and every time the weight was added to his body, he would fall into the suffocating quagmire again.

"Damn it, I'm still alive..." Huang Zilong spat out mud and water angrily, but his cry for help mixed with bubbling sounds was quickly drowned out by the noise of the battlefield.

He was "pressed" into the water by his teammates and drowned.

There is no mercy or luck in this battle, only cold death and killing.

The madmen charging into the dead zone continued to advance with a reckless pace, even if it meant the end of the world, they would continue to move forward resolutely...

"..."

Huang Taiji, who was heavily guarded, was speechless, and the other princes and nobles were so shocked that their jaws dropped.

It was not easy for three thousand enemy soldiers to break through the camp guarded by twenty thousand soldiers, but they were able to break into the camp and move towards the dragon flag step by step.

Only when the enemy rushed into the camp did Huang Taiji see the source of the "explosion".

They were actually the soldiers of the Beiwei Army, a group of flesh and blood who would die if killed.

Even though the detonation of gunpowder would kill them immediately, they were not afraid and rushed into the ranks to blow up the Qing soldiers.

The sound of explosions came one after another, and each explosion meant that a warrior voluntarily sacrificed his life.

Standing on the top of the slope and looking down at the ground, Huang Taiji watched this group of "caterpillars" moving forward little by little. The enemy really intended to "capture the leader first" and kill him and chop off his head.

The Beiwei Army knew that the last few thousand people could not do it, but they still came resolutely and bravely faced the 100,000 people.

What has supported them to fight till now?

The young emperor of the Southern Dynasty has always been mean and ungrateful, so how could he have such loyal and fearless ministers!
Huang Taiji was very jealous and wanted to recruit these warriors to surrender, but when he sent several rounds of soldiers to persuade them to surrender, all he got in response were arrows and bullets.

Although the Beiwei Army knew that there was no way out except surrender, they still maintained their extremely high morale and advanced to kill the enemy.

After all, the thousands of Beiwei soldiers were too few. One by one, they fell under the siege of the Tartars and were then trampled by their teammates, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

The roaring voices of the captains have been replaced by many newcomers, but the Beiwei Army’s heroic spirit of resisting to the end has never been cut off.

They rushed all the way to Huang Taiji, who was several hundred steps away. There were only 600 comrades left around him. However, there were still more than 10,000 elite Tartar soldiers around the slope, and soldiers from other flags in the camp were also gathering around them.

Bayala on Shanpo Mountain was like a high mountain, blocking the remnants of the Beiwei Army and preventing them from taking even a single step forward.

However, the surrounding Tatars did not rush forward to fight, but kept a distance of about 100 steps, as if they deliberately left a space for the Beiwei army to move around.

At this time, a team of more than ten people came out from the side of Huang Taiji's main camp. Everyone held a large shield and approached the Beiwei army cautiously.

They are still a team trying to persuade people to surrender.

The messenger hid behind a large shield and dared not show his face.

The envoy said that the Beiwei Army's determination to fight to the death had moved the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and their bravery in fighting along the way was also noticed by other princes and nobles.

Your Majesty said that the Beiwei Army had fought bloody battles until now, with all their swords, spears, swords and halberds used up, their gunpowder exploded, their shields and armors pierced with arrows, and their blood almost drained out, but it was enough to repay their loyalty to the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

Even if the Beiwei Army surrendered now, no one would despise them, and there would be no revenge or harm from the Eight Banners nobles.

Even the literati of the Southern Dynasties, when they heard about the heroic deeds of the Liaonan Campaign, would sigh that the Beiwei Army was a hero, and would not insult the Beiwei Army for surrendering to the Qing Dynasty.

Your Majesty praised the Beiwei Army for their extraordinary bravery and every one of them could be canonized as the first Baturu of the Qing Dynasty.

As long as the Beiwei Army lays down their arms and surrenders, His Majesty is willing to carry you into the Eight Banners of Manchuria, confer upon you the title of Prince of the Qing Dynasty, and allow all surrendered soldiers of the Beiwei Army to keep their hair in a bun.

The descendants of the surrendered soldiers of the Beiwei Army lived and died with the Qing Dynasty, and shared prosperity with the Aisin-Gioro family for generations!

"Since you want to surrender us, how can a dignified envoy hide behind a large shield?"

As soon as Beiwei Jun finished speaking, an envoy stuck his head out to show his sincerity.

Unexpectedly, this was just a trick of the players. With a whoosh, a heavy arrow passed through the gap in the shield and hit the messenger's forehead.

"Oh my, I got it!"

The sudden change caused the attempt to persuade the envoy to surrender to fail, and the armored men hurriedly lifted the envoy's body and retreated back to their camp.

However, the provocative behavior of the Beiwei Army did not anger Huang Taiji. On the contrary, after thousands of Eight Banners bird gunners arrived and formed up, he still wanted to persuade the Beiwei Army to surrender.

He even ordered people to move out boxes full of gold, silver and jewelry, and throw the gold and silver pieces out one by one at the feet of the Beiwei army.

Huang Taiji is like a dog who is eager to win the heart of the goddess. Even if he is slapped, stood up, verbally abused and his dignity is trampled upon, or even treated as an ATM, he has no regrets and only gives his all to win the smile of the beauty.

It was as if the goddess smiled at the dog, and all the hard work was rewarded.

However, the Beiwei Army are all "bad girls" who play with the lickers. No matter how much the lickers pay, they will only respond with a cold word.

to die.

The hundreds of remaining Beiwei soldiers were almost all wounded, and they huddled together in a circle as if to keep each other warm.

They raised their blood-stained weapons and shouted at the dragon banner and Huang Taiji a hundred steps away.

"The Beiwei Army would rather die than surrender!"

"No surrender! No surrender! No surrender!"

"Entrapment camp, charge!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they dragged their broken bodies and launched a desperate attack.

Huang Taiji closed his eyes in disappointment, and waved his arms heavily towards the front as if waving goodbye to his beloved.

Upon receiving the emperor's order, the Tartars immediately raised their already loaded bird guns and waited for the remnants of the soldiers who were bravely rushing towards death to take sixty steps.

The suona sounded, symbolizing the order to fire, and the first row of bird-gun bullets suddenly spurted out of the gun barrels.

boom! boom! boom!
No matter how brave and fearless the Beiwei Army was, they could not withstand a volley of gunfire in battle.

After the first row finished firing, the second row of gunners moved in. A large number of Beiwei soldiers, shouting and fighting, fell to the ground, while the rear row of Beiwei soldiers continued to rush forward to fill the gap.

The second round of volleys of gunfire rang out again, with the crackling sound of gunfire like popping beans, and more Beiwei soldiers were shot and fell to the ground.

The third row of musketeers passed through the gap in the queue and came to the front, raised their muskets and aimed at the enemy soldiers, and opened fire again at the sound of suona.

This is the musket team organized by Huang Taiji who valued the three Shun kings. Each member is a well-trained elite gunner, and they are not afraid at all even when facing cavalry charges.

After three rounds of close-range volleys, not a single intact soldier of the Beiwei Army was left standing on the ground.

"Give these loyal warriors a proper burial..."

As soon as Huang Taiji's order was conveyed, a Beiwei soldier who should have been killed actually moved.

He gripped a spear tightly and struggled to get up. His cheek was pierced by a bullet, exposing his terrifying teeth and jaws. His lips, unable to close, were bleeding profusely.

His left ankle was twisted to a vertical angle during the charge, and his right hand was bent by a hammer during the battle.

The warrior said nothing, but raised his free, incomplete right arm and pointed at the yellow dragon banner fluttering in the wind.

"Entrapment camp, charge!"

Although his speech was unclear and he could hardly make out a single word, the Tartars around him knew what he wanted to express.

Just like that, surrounded and watched by tens of thousands of troops, he launched a final charge towards the dragon banner alone.

Everyone watched in tacit understanding, watching a warrior who could have fallen continue to get up and charge.

He had no allies around him, and he dragged his broken body forward, forward, forward...

He rushed to a Tartar soldier and tried to strike him with his spear but lost his balance and fell. It took him a lot of effort to get up again.

This time he abandoned the spear and punched his opponent in the face instead.

To everyone's surprise, the flag bearer did not fight back, because his soft fist had no power at all.

The warrior threw several punches, continuing to punch until his fists were broken and bleeding. Finally, he collapsed due to exhaustion and died completely.

The bravery of this warrior from beginning to end deeply shocked the hearts of the Tartar soldiers, and some of them even had red eyes and shed tears.

Even if the Beiwei Army is the enemy that killed countless of their comrades, their courage today, their fearlessness and determination to give the enemy a few punches even with their last bit of strength, is worthy of everyone's tears of admiration.

Huang Taiji's throat also choked with sobs. It would be great if these sincere and loyal warriors were warriors of the Qing Dynasty.

If these thousands of Beiwei troops were willing to surrender to the Qing Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty would be able to build the strongest flag army around the Beiwei troops within half a year.

Doesn’t the Beiwei Army have a black-bordered flag? Then set up a separate black-bordered flag for them.

He was confident that he could conquer the Central Plains and seize the entire world in three to five years.

But why!
Why would they rather die than be loyal to the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty!
Why did the little emperor do that? Why did he do that? Why did he do that?
He really wanted to capture Zhu Youjian and ask him why he had the loyalty of these righteous men.

Huang Taiji took a deep breath and put aside the jealousy and anger.

He has more important things to do right now.

The Xianzhen Camp of the Beiwei Army, which was launched in a desperate attack, was completely wiped out. Even if the Beiwei Army still had some soldiers left, it would probably not exceed a thousand.

He ordered the Qing warriors to retake the road back to the north. However, when the morale-boosted bannermen arrived at the rock-solid defense line, they saw a horrifying scene.

(End of this chapter)