Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 239: The Ordinary Road (Two chapters in one)

"Number Eight", "Greenskin", and "Rob Keery" followed the captain's instructions and came to the top of a bare hill with several hot air balloons hanging on the top.

The veteran player brought bags of cloth and tied them around the bamboo basket, then immediately called on No. 8 and others to play ball together.

Number 8 and others were originally members of the West Camp's undercover team. Tired of the regular undercover missions, they randomly participated in a battle and died.

The hot air balloon's manned bamboo basket is not large and can accommodate up to eight people and a small amount of personal belongings.

However, due to the special mission this time, each hot air balloon only carried six people, half of whom were newcomers to the space program and half were veterans.

As the rope connecting to the ground was released, the hot air balloon seemed to regain consciousness and flew into the sky, dragging the bamboo basket.

The moment the hot air balloon took off, Number Eight suddenly felt the bottom of the basket dragging him upward, and the scenery on the ground was moving away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Take off!"

Number Eight and his brothers all lay beside the basket, looking at the dazzling display in the window with envy like a group of cash-strapped children.

Number Eight watched the hot air balloon fly away from the ground, and the sound of the players on the ground waving goodbye gradually faded away.

He had never even been on a plane in real life, this was his first time stepping into the blue sky.

The joy of flying almost made him shout out loud, but he tried hard to suppress the sound in his throat, watching the players and people on the ground turn into black dots, and the fertile fields turn into pieces of colorful paint on the paper.

But what followed was a sense of panic and fear.

It was the instinctive fear of heights you feel when climbing a mountain or stepping onto a high tower. The whistling wind in your ears created a vague illusion.

If someone is standing behind you, he or she may give you a push, causing you to fall into the abyss and be smashed into a pulp.

The joy of flying and the fear of heights intertwined with each other. A gentle force pressed against his feet, allowing him to visually and tactilely feel the hot air balloon rising higher and higher.

Unexpectedly, when the hot air balloon rose to a certain height and stabilized, No. 8 was able to face the open land calmly and gradually adapt to the high altitude.

The hot air balloon pulled them over the mountainous area in southern Liaoning. To him, the towering mountains looked like tiny models on a sand table, and the rivers flowing between the mountains looked like dark mirrors.

This is completely different from the feeling of climbing a high tower. It is like being a fairy hidden in the clouds, able to see the mountains, rivers, fertile fields, houses, and even the entire world!
No wonder other players are rushing to ride in the hot air balloon to fight. The beautiful view from the bird's-eye view alone is worth it.

There was basically nothing to do on the first day of the voyage except sitting there. However, the players all liked to have fun on their own. Some brothers would take out chess and cards to kill time, or quit the game to play other games.

Because they did not get any exercise while sitting in the bamboo basket, the six players in the basket did not have their second meal until the next morning.

If you want to solve the problem of urination and defecation, just open a piece on the side or bottom of the bamboo basket, align it with the notch, and the feces and urine can be discharged directly.

"If this hits the pedestrians on the ground, won't they be covered in shit?" No. 8 and others who had just come online saw their teammates pooping.

"Early airplanes discharged feces and urine directly in this way. Many civilians even mistook the frozen excrement for gems."

"Hahaha, it's okay to treat it as a gem!"

The brothers were laughing and discussing the many troubles caused by high-altitude defecation, when No. 8 suddenly heard the prompt sound of a system update.

The new version has a lot of updated content, including "honor fiefdom", "advanced exploration ticket", "increased communication radius of legion commander", "restocking of sold-out items in the mall", "successful development of early airships"...

"Oh my, the spirits of fallen players can temporarily possess their teammates and watch the battle. It's a bit like that."

"Six hours of free possession, extra time consumes merit points, I'm thinking of giving it a try."

After saying this, the "Greenskin" jumped over the bamboo basket and jumped down. No. 8 on the side had no time to stop him.

Lying on the bamboo basket and looking down, he saw the screaming greenskins walking further and further away. "Number Eight" secretly cursed this kid for being just like the greenskins, doing whatever he said without using his brain at all.

A moment later, the voice of "Greenskin" echoed in the brothers' ears again.

Rob Keeley heard the greenskin's voice full of "wisdom" and curled his lips in displeasure. "No, how did you possess me?"

"Don't be so conceited. I have become one with Number Eight and am watching you through his eyes."

"No, why do you say that in such a twangy way?" another player operating the hot air balloon complained.

"Wait!" Number Eight discovered the blind spot. "Can you all hear the greenskins talking?"

"Yes." The other four nodded.

The five players immediately realized the fun of this feature. Everyone could hear the "Heroic Spirit" speaking, but only the possessed person could adjust the "Heroic Spirit"'s volume or mute it.

Exploring game settings and hidden content is also one of the fun things for players to do when playing games.

They continued to test this function and finally discovered that the "Heroic Spirit" spoke through the possessed person, and other people would not be able to hear the Heroic Spirit speak if they covered their ears.

On the contrary, even if the possessed No. 8 covers his ears, he can still hear the greenskins talking, unless he turns down the volume, mutes the greenskins, or kicks them out completely.

In other words, the possessed person hears his inner voice, while other players hear the human voice of the possessed person, just like a person can have multiple voice changes through training.

Even No. 8 can choose to mute an individual, so he can't hear the greenskins talking, but the people around him can hear them.

The most important thing is that the range of the Heroic Spirit's possession is limited. If the hot air balloon is not flying low, the greenskins will not be able to find teammates to possess.

"So, if that's the case, NPCs can also hear the voices of the dead heroes as long as they are within the sound range."

"Yay! A new way to play the game has appeared!"

"By the way, I saw Gaizhou when I was descending just now." The 'Green Skin' said, "It seems that the Beiwei Army has entered the city."

"No, our takeoff point is five or six hundred miles away from Gaizhou. How could you have seen it in less than two days?"

"You're looking down on hot air balloons. They fly slowly, but they're constantly moving. Flying hundreds of miles a day is no problem. With a tailwind, they could reach Shenyang in three days."

"Since the Beiwei army has penetrated the territory of Gaizhou, should we still issue this manifesto to destroy the Qing Dynasty?" "Rob Keely" gently patted the cloth bag outside the bamboo basket.

"Of course we have to send it out. We have to let more Han slaves know that the Manchu Qing dynasty will not last long."

"okay!"

The brothers pulled out their knives and cut through the outer coverings of several cloth bags, sending hundreds of yellow propaganda papers flying out. "I want to accumulate more honors so I can go to the New World and become a happy landowner!"

There are many hot air balloons like the one carrying No. 8 and others, and hundreds of them are scattered across Liaodong.

Scout the relative positions and numbers of enemy and friendly forces to facilitate the subsequent strategic adjustments of the main force of the Beiwei Army.

The hot air balloon saw the players capture Gaizhou, saw the players take long boats to attack Haizhou, and saw more brave brothers fight their way into the outskirts of Liaoyang.

As the news of the victory in capturing the city spread, a thousand new players also joined the Liaodong war zone.

They scattered several bags of cloth every half a day until all the propaganda papers in the bags were used up, and then they chose a place to land and start guerrilla warfare.

These insignificant little pieces of paper fluttered and fell like snowflakes, dropped into the ditches in the fields, landed on the roofs of houses, lay quietly on the country roads, and were then picked up by the lucky ones who saw them.

……

In Liaoyang, Lin Di followed a labor team of hundreds of people walking on the cold and hard official road, and the howling cold wind was like a knife.

The bannermen rode their majestic war horses around, and the baoyi and Han soldiers escorted them on both sides of the team with spears and swords.

This group of poor slaves had just finished escorting military rations and doing a series of odd jobs for the banner nobles, and were about to return to the slave settlement.

The thin cloth was unable to stop the cold wind, and the exhausted slave fell down and could not get up again.

Lindy's eldest brother also collapsed. He had done a lot of work for him and had no strength left in him after traveling so long.

Even so, the bannerman master was still cursing, and the bondservant whipped him without saying a word.

"Stop hitting me! Please, sir, stop hitting me!"

Lindy threw himself on his elder brother for protection, but there were several whips coming, and he himself was hit hard three times, leaving his back covered in flesh and his cheeks red.

"go away!"

Bao Yi kicked Lin Di away and beat his elder brother, who was only half alive, to death in front of him.

Tears of sadness welled up in Lindy's eyes as he stared blankly at his elder brother's motionless body. The relative who had always taken care of him was gone.

He will never see his elder brother again.

A chill as if falling into an icy cave swept through my body, followed by anger and unwillingness.

He glared at Bao Yi fiercely, and the other party walked up to him contemptuously and punched and kicked him, "Good boy, you still don't accept it. I told you to glare at me! I told you to have a grudge!"

It was only after his cousin begged the bannerman master and said a lot of nice things that he was spared from further beatings.

"You are so ignorant, even if I beat you to death, it would be like stepping on an ant. Why do you have to go against them?"

Suddenly a spherical kite flew over our heads, and soon scattered "snowflakes" fell down.

The sudden change caused a commotion in the slave team. The flag bearer raised his whip and beat the slaves severely, angrily scolding them to stay in line.

The attentive servant picked up a few scraps of paper and handed them to his master.

There were many bannermen who could speak Chinese, but not many who could understand Chinese characters, so the literate lackeys once again acted as translators.

It seemed that the content of the recitation was quite dangerous, and the bondservant did not dare to say anything more after reciting halfway.

The bannermen knew what was going to happen next even after hearing only half of the content, and immediately ordered the bannermen to collect these treasonous "counter-words" and burn them all in front of the slaves.

"Anyone who dares to keep this thing privately will be killed without mercy!" The bannerman master raised his eyes and randomly selected a slave who was suspected of "collecting propaganda paper" as if he was selecting soldiers. He chopped off his head with a knife in front of everyone, even though the poor man was shouting that he was innocent before he died.

Under the rule of the Tartars, slaves' lives were not worth anything, even less than those of four-legged animals.

Lindi looked up at the sky, feeling extremely resentful. When would the omnipotent gods in the sky see the tyranny and cruelty of the Tartars and bring down divine punishment?
Even facing the threat of death, Lindi somehow picked up a piece of propaganda paper and stuffed it into his arms. Other Han slaves in the tunbu also secretly hid several pieces of paper.

That night, his shabby house welcomed a group of "uninvited guests" who claimed that they saw him secretly hiding the yellow promotional paper.

He thought his crime was exposed and refused to admit it until the other party took out a yellow promotional paper. Only then did he realize that the other party was one of his own.

"Everyone knows that you went to a private school before and can read. Come and read to us brothers."

The words of his cousin were like a bowl of hot water that warmed his body and soul. Lindi was no longer so resistant to these uninvited guests.

The content of the brochure was not complicated, with a flowery manifesto to destroy the Qing Dynasty on the front.

It talks about the numerous massacres committed by the Qing Dynasty over the years, in which the Han people in many cities were almost wiped out by the Eight Banners bandit gangs.

There was a famine at the end of Nurhaci's reign, and the crazy chieftain actually issued a massacre order, slaughtering all Han people who did not have enough food.

Liaodong, which originally had a population of more than two million, has now dropped to less than one million. Even though the Tartars have repeatedly invaded the pass to plunder people and livestock, the total population has only hovered around one million.

The Beiwei Army wants to vent the seven great hatreds on behalf of the enslaved Han people in Liaodong and the plundered Han people in the interior, repay massacre with massacre, drive all the Tartars out of the world, recover Liaodong and rescue the people of Liao!

On the back:
With only 6,000 soldiers, the Beiwei Army defeated a force of over 100,000 slave chieftains and was about to liberate all enslaved people as they marched towards Shenyang. In any city they passed through, if the defenders did not surrender to the Beiwei Army before sunset that day, all men, women, and children from the Eight Banners and bondservants would be killed.

Hundreds of thousands of troops from the imperial court were also gathering, and in less than three months they would be able to gather in Liaodong and destroy the Tartars.

Of course, the propaganda paper did not say that the Eight Banners would be killed even if they surrendered. The Baoyi would be killed on the 3rd or 1st of the month and alive on the 5th or 1st of the month depending on the mood. Only the bannermen of the Solon tribe had a chance to survive.

"That's impossible. I heard that the Nu Chieftain had surrounded Jinzhou and was about to take over Liaoxi. How could he be defeated by the Beiwei Army? Besides, the Beiwei Army themselves said they only had 6,000 soldiers. I heard that the Nu Chieftain led an army of 300,000."

"I've heard from other garrisons that the defenders of Haizhou have all retreated, and the Beiwei Army will be able to reach Liaoyang in a few days."

"If that's the case, the Beiwei Army is simply taking advantage of Chief Nu's absence to harass Liaodong. As long as Chief Nu returns with an army of 300,000, the Beiwei Army will have to surrender all the cities and fortresses they've captured."

"Three hundred thousand against six thousand, every Tartar spit was drowned by the Beiwei army."

"I do think the Beiwei Army won in southern Liaoning, but I didn't mention the number of other imperial troops. If the imperial court had sent tens of thousands of troops to fight the Tatar chieftain, with their lives on the line, the Tatars, with their small population, wouldn't have dared to fight, so they were defeated and retreated to the mountains to recuperate.

Otherwise, Gaizhou and Haizhou were attacked one after another. The two places are more than a hundred miles apart. If the Nu chief heard that Liaozhong was attacked, he would have sent tens of thousands of people to support it. Why is there no movement until now, and instead, the Beiwei Army's propaganda paper has fallen into our hands."

"Yes, yes. There have been a lot more large kites flying in the sky these days. When the kites slowly descend, some people actually escape. I heard that in just a few days, tens of thousands of Beiwei troops have landed in Liaodong. The Tartars are fighting everywhere. When you suppress one problem, another one arises."

"I also heard from the captured villagers that every time the Beiwei Army attacked a city, they would roll out carts of heads piled up like mountains. At a glance, there were at least 100,000 Tartar heads."

"Nonsense! What kind of kite in the world can carry ten thousand men across hundreds of miles? If the Beiwei Army had this ability, why didn't they just go straight to Shenyang? Why did they have to disperse and be defeated one by one by the Tartars?
Besides, there are only a few real Tartars in total. If 100,000 of them were killed, the Tartars would be destroyed. But look at Liaoyang, the number of real Tartars passing through the army has obviously increased recently."

The wavering villagers changed their attitude again and agreed, "You are right. The imperial court has been trying to recover Liao every year, but has suffered defeat after defeat. The military pay has not been reduced in any way, but not an inch of the homeland has been recovered.

As the fighting went on, the Tartars broke into our homes to burn, kill and loot. All of us who lived inside the Great Wall have been captured for several years.

If the imperial court had the strength to recapture Liaodong, how many times would the Tartars have invaded our homeland? They just handed us a few pieces of yellow paper to trick us into working for the Beiwei Army.

It is true that the Beiwei Army managed to win a few battles by chance, but it is also true that the Nu chieftain has not returned yet. When the Tartars return, the Beiwei Army will withdraw, and we will be like Zhu Bajie looking in the bronze mirror, neither human nor human.

Lin Di was looking forward to the Beiwei Army coming to avenge his elder brother's tragic death, but he also understood that it was an impossible "fantasy" for 6,000 Beiwei Army to repel more than 100,000 Tartars.

Not to mention that after the bloody battle, the Beiwei Army still had enough time to march north to attack Gaizhou and Haizhou, and even to attack Liaoyang and Shenyang.

Unless they are all monsters and demons in Journey to the West, strong and powerful, able to cast spells, and their injured bodies can heal extremely quickly, how could they be so unstoppable?

When the Tartars went on a major campaign, they usually drafted only one out of three men, or two out of three. The remaining third, armed and armored, could still make a group of unarmed slaves tremble in fear.

What's more, the bannermen have traitors such as the Baoyi and Han army to assist them, which is more than enough to intimidate the slaves who are ten or twenty times more powerful than them.

Late at night, all the conspirators returned home.

Some people decided to ignore the propaganda of the Beiwei Army and continue to endure the oppression of the Tartars. After all, enduring hunger and cold might lead to death one day, but rebelling now would definitely lead to death.

Some people secretly vowed to forge some simple weapons to prepare for the government troops, while others, like Lin Di, were wavering and didn't know how to make a decision.

They wanted to resist the tyrannical rule of the Tartars and avenge the tragic deaths of their relatives and friends, but they were also afraid of being deceived by the "false propaganda of the government troops" and ultimately sacrificing themselves in vain.

He tore the promotional paper into pieces and buried it deep in the ground, but the contents on both sides of the paper were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Beiwei Army, is what you said true or false? Was the arrogant Tartar emperor really defeated by you?

The next morning, Lindi was awakened by the shouting of the Bannerman master and his bondservant lackeys.

Lindy and other slaves walked out of the house sleepily and were shocked to see more than ten people tied to the torture rack in the garrison.

Almost 80% of them were villagers he was familiar with, even including his cousin who came to his house last night to discuss the "propaganda paper".

They were beaten all over their bodies, and blood oozed from the heads of the rats from time to time, covering the blood clots that had already dried and solidified. Many people had already died.

"Anyone who secretly possesses such prohibited items will be rewarded with a bushel of grain! I will take you in as my bondservants!"

"Good luck to the master!" The informant knelt down in front of the flag bearer with a plop, sticking out his tongue like a pug to please him.

"Good slave!"

The flag bearer picked up a bag of food and threw it heavily in front of the informant. The little stutterer had always been bullied in the fortress and was usually taken care of by his brothers. Unexpectedly, he actually betrayed his benefactor!

Lin Di couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but the villager next to him grabbed his arm and shook his head at him, signaling him not to be impulsive.

Lindy didn't know which link exposed him.

Perhaps they made a noise when they went back to their homes and were discovered by the traitor, or perhaps the traitor had already noticed the clues and was waiting to catch more people in one fell swoop.

Lindy hated the traitor, Little Stutter, and also blamed himself deeply for hiding the propaganda paper.

If he hadn't taken it, his cousins ​​wouldn't have seen it, and he wouldn't have attracted these fellow villagers who asked him to recite.

Another relative died in front of him, and he could only watch!

Why don't I have the power to protect my relatives and friends? I only have a pair of weak fists and can't even beat the lackeys of the Baoyi.

Damn coward! Lindy cursed himself in his heart.

Suddenly, the bannerman master spoke.

He raised his sword and gestured in the air, while scolding these slaves for being "ungrateful" and forgetting the great kindness of their master. He pointed to several unfamiliar faces and introduced them to the slaves, saying that these were the soldiers of the Beiwei Army who had penetrated deep into the heart of Liaodong.

The master told everyone that this was the tragic end of resisting the Qing Dynasty, and anyone who dared to commit suicide could tell him their name.

The slaves were either sad, or frightened, or angry but dared not even utter a word. However, a captured Beiwei soldier raised his head and proudly glanced at the slaves in front of him.

"Wa ...

"Don't be afraid, folks. My Beiwei army has already broken through Haizhou, beheaded six thousand wild boar-skinned men and women in battle, and will soon attack Liaoyang. Be patient, the dawn of victory is just around the corner."

"You idiot wild boar skin, just wait for me, I'll peel off your skin, pull out your tendons, drink your blood, and eat your flesh!"

"Liaoyang, Shenyang, we're coming in."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you! You want to enter Shenyang if you speak so quietly?!"

"Massacre the Tartars and recover Liaodong. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"Oh my god, why are there still people singing? They can actually sing in Heroic Spirit Mode. Change the song! Even Wild Boar Skin can hear it. Change to the Chi Le Song!"

"Oh, are you from the Longship Unit? We're the guerrillas who landed from a hot air balloon. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you in the same belly..."

"Look at my invisible punch! Ola Ola Ola!"

"Hoho, it seems you are also a Stand user."

"What Stand User? Have you ever seen a Stand User with thirty-two voices in one body?"

What was surprising was that the Beiwei Army captives did not even open their mouths, but they made the sounds of dozens of people echoing each other, and there was even accompanying music.

This is not just ventriloquism, but rather a magical skill!

"Monster, monster!" The horrifying scene frightened the bondservants so much that they screamed, as if they heard the howling of ghosts from hell.

"You bastard!" The bannerman master slapped the bannerman to the ground, then raised his sword and pierced the demon's throat.

The noisy sound only paused for a moment before it started again on another prisoner.

The damn noise finally ceased after all the captives were killed. The Bannerman master, seemingly drained of all his strength, stumbled back a few steps and froze in his tracks.

"Playing tricks! Playing tricks!" The bannerman master tried to pretend to be calm, but he didn't notice that the slaves beside him had strange looks in their eyes.

Panic, terror, surprise, delight... The Beiwei Army really does have secret techniques!

Lin Di thought to himself that the story of 6,000 Beiwei soldiers repelling more than 100,000 Tatars was probably true.

At this time, dozens of Tatar cavalrymen rushed in from outside the garrison, and the leading officer issued the transfer order conveyed by the nobles.

Traces of two thousand Beiwei troops were discovered thirty miles south of Liaoyang. All the garrison troops were forced to select two out of every three men to join the Liaoyang defenders to fight the enemy.

Lin Di was amazed. The Beiwei Army really did what it said and came just as the promotional paper said!
(End of this chapter)