Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 241 Happy Mid-Autumn Festival (Two chapters in one)

Thousands of Beiwei troops surrounded more than ten thousand Qing soldiers, just like a thin layer of dough wrapped around a thick bean paste filling, and the dough kept shrinking to make the pie more solid.

Ten thousand Qing soldiers crowded together, jostling and shouting. Only the armored men on the outer circle could wield their swords and fight. The numerical advantage the Eight Banners had previously enjoyed was instantly dissipated.

"Kill the Tartars!"

The command from the Beiwei army commander was like the beating of a war drum. The soldiers in the front row raised their shields and moved forward several steps, like a thick brick wall shrinking inward.

With a loud bang, all the shields fell to the ground and formed an unbreakable shield wall.

The player behind the shield raised his head cautiously, staring at the terrified and helpless Tatar in front of the shield, and stabbed with his spear and lance without mercy.

The spear tips pierced the flesh, drawing out spurts of blood. The frightened armored men desperately crowded inward. Some of them fell backwards, then stood up with the help of their teammates behind them. They plowed shallow pits in the ground with their legs as they moved backwards, and the splashing dirt was thrown forward.

Those flag soldiers who still had fighting spirit knew that they had no way to retreat, so they might as well fight to the death. They immediately swung their hammers to push away the enemy's spears and rushed towards the shield formation of the Beiwei army.

The armored man grabbed the shield and pressed it down, then swung the hammer with his right hand and struck it from top to bottom. The hammer smashed the enemy's helmet with great force, and immediately several streaks of blood flowed across the bridge of his nose and lips.

The enemy soldier's body swayed slightly from side to side, his eyes rolled back to their original positions, and suddenly they returned to their original positions, staring at the face of the armored man.

The enemy soldiers threw away their swords and spears and used both hands to grab the armored man's neck tightly.

“Ahhhh!” the armored man roared and punched his fist.

Just as he was about to break the enemy's forearm, a spear suddenly pierced the enemy's neck, continued to move forward with red blood, and pierced three inches in front of his throat.

The spear tip was pulled out, and blood gushed out of his throat instantly. The suffocating feeling of blood rushing into his airway quickly swept through his body, and a panic feeling of losing vitality took away most of his strength.

The damn Beiwei Army even killed their own people!

The enemy soldier, who was also stabbed in the throat by a spear, smiled and rushed towards the inner circle with him.

The Beiwei soldiers who had thrust their spears skillfully picked up their shields and filled the vacancies left by their teammates in the front row.

"go ahead!"

The commander's order was as firm as a mountain. Even though the two enemies lying on the ground were still breathing, the Beiwei army in a column still stepped forward.

The crackling sounds of breaking flesh and bones and the spraying sounds of squeezed blood vessels came one after another. The Beiwei Army stepped over the living bodies of their own soldiers and ran over the corpses of their enemies, advancing unswervingly.

By the time Turg recovered from his fear and astonishment, the number of Qing soldiers had fallen below 10,000, and the number of auxiliary troops was still decreasing.

Just defeated like this?
Turge still couldn't believe that his side had been defeated, and defeated so miserably.

The armed Baoyi kept crying and begging for mercy, begging the Beiwei Army to let them go at the top of their lungs, but the Beiwei Army's response was iron-blooded and cruel.

Spears and crossbow arrows continued to stab and shoot, killing more Qing auxiliary soldiers who fell down screaming in pain.

Even if some soldiers were injured but not dead, they would be trampled to death by the Beiwei army's relentless advance.

The "lucky ones" who managed to pass through the arms and shoulders of their teammates and reach the top of everyone's heads would also be hit by the arrows and fall down.

But they couldn't fall to the ground. They were like a large parasol pressing down on their teammates' heads, locking the heat radiating from everyone into the formation.

Flesh, blood, sweat, feces and urine mixed together, forming an indescribable smell of despair. Countless people felt nauseous at the smell, making the atmosphere on the scene even worse and more stinging.

The roars and screams that came one after another were like sharp thorns hitting his eardrums. Turge quickly switched to breathing through his mouth, but the strong smell still rushed into his nostrils and made him nauseous.

He tried to pull himself out and climb above the crowd, but half of his body was stuck, and his chest was unable to rise and fall, making it impossible to draw fresh air into his lungs.

As the feeling of suffocation became more intense, an idea suddenly flashed through Turge's mind.

Where are the reinforcements?
There are still one or two thousand Han soldiers guarding the slaves!

As long as they attacked the enemy soldiers from behind, they could break through the encirclement and force the Qing soldiers to escape and preserve their vitality.

Even if the escaped bannermen did not dare to fight the powerful Beiwei army again, they could retreat to Liaoyang and hold out for several days.

As long as the missing emperor leads his troops back to provide support, the situation in Liaodong will improve.

But Turge's idea was dashed as soon as it came to mind.

The bannermen who were guarding the slaves did want to come and help, but the ambush troops of the Beiwei Army came out too quickly and surrounded more than 10,000 auxiliary troops in just a moment.

Seeing that the enemy soldiers were not just two thousand weak soldiers, but several times more powerful soldiers, the bannermen dared not rush forward to die.

They can fight when they are in a favorable situation and bully slaves, but they would not dare to fight head-on even if they have ten thousand courage.

Thirty percent of the bannermen had already fled to Liaoyang when they saw the situation was not good, and the remaining bannermen who did not escape were not loyal and mean masters, but slaves who had rioted.

The defeat of the weak Beiwei Army once plunged the slaves into the abyss of despair, but they did not expect that the defeat was just a tactical plan to feign defeat and lure the enemy.

When Lin Di saw the ambush troops of the Beiwei Army rushing out of the woods, he almost jumped three feet with excitement.

The Beiwei Army did not lose!

The Beiwei Army fulfilled its promise to march north to liberate the slaves, and even used tactics to win by taking advantage of their numerical disadvantage!

The slaves felt as if they were on a thrilling roller coaster. The excitement that was suppressed by despair became even more refreshing, and even brought out the courage and self-esteem that had been buried in their hearts for a long time.

Seeing the victory of the Beiwei Army in sight, the slaves could no longer sit still. Some of them took out the knives and stone knives hidden in their pockets to cut the ropes and rescued more of their comrades.

The untied slaves rushed forward, and several of them surrounded and beat up an armed baoyi, using their numerical advantage to knock the baoyi down.

Lindy didn't want to endure it anymore.

He saw countless baoyi who were helping the evil being overwhelmed by their fellow villagers, and at a glance he saw baoyi who had no protective gear running away.

He glanced around and picked up a helmet, then took two steps at a time and pounced on the opponent, hugging his chest and abdomen and throwing him to the ground together.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Spare me! Spare me!" The other person cried and begged for mercy, but Lindy didn't listen.

He raised his helmet and slammed it hard on Bao Yi's face, once, twice...

The first blow was for his family who died on the way, the second was for his eldest brother who was whipped to death, the third was for his brothers and fellow villagers, and the fourth was for the elders and fellow villagers who died tragically in his hometown...

He kept raising his helmet and smashing it down, then raising it again... The top of the helmet caved in, and blood stained with broken bones dripped from the helmet.

Lindy's face was expressionless as he raised his helmet and swung it down, blood splattering everywhere. He beat the man beneath him until he became quieter and quieter, and even his cries for mercy were no longer heard.

The face of the man under him was stained red with blood. Lindy continued to vent for a while until someone handed him a spear to remind him, and then he realized that the traitor was dead.

He looked down at his bloody hands and realized with shock that he had killed someone.

But he had no fear, only a sense of transformation as he said goodbye to the coward he used to be. His whole soul seemed to be reborn, and he was no longer a timid boy, but a hero who could face difficulties head-on.

He took the spear handed to him by his fellow villager and held it tightly in his hand. He finally avenged his relatives and friends with his own hands!
"Help the Beiwei army kill the Tartars!" Someone shouted, and all the slaves who had regained their freedom rushed towards the battlefield.

Thousands of slaves rushed over roaring.

Turge fell once again into the dry well of despair.

The reinforcements were gone. He and the thousands of auxiliary soldiers here had no chance of survival.

He was nearly fifty years old and looked dazed, his mind full of scenes of fighting on the battlefield and the crisp sound of swords clashing.

He chewed over the details of the battle unwillingly -

The vanguard of the Beiwei Army had simple weapons, a loose formation, low morale, and weak combat effectiveness. After a few rounds of arrow volleys, they were shaken by casualties and screams, and were eventually defeated by the Qing army's hand-to-hand charge.

The weak individual combat capabilities of these auxiliary soldiers are definitely not acting, they are just like new recruits who have only been on the battlefield a few times.

Even though the Eight Banners soldiers were experienced in battle, they did not notice anything "wrong" with the enemy.

The enemy not only deceived the Qing cavalry's military reconnaissance, but also deceived all the Han people who were watching the decisive battle, and may even have deceived the friendly forces of the Beiwei Army.

The commander of the Beiwei Army was adept at calculating people's hearts and minds, and considered the weak combat effectiveness of the auxiliary troops as part of his tactics.

He knew that the "new recruits" had negligible combat power and could be ignored, and would even become a burden on the battlefield. That's why he chose them as "bait" to lure the enemy, and placed his elite infantry and crossbowmen in an ambush in the rear, catching the Qing troops by surprise?!

Turge regretted that he was like a stupid fish, falling step by step into the enemy's ambush trap set by the "offense and defense switching" strategy.

But Turge still didn't understand. It was true that the Beiwei Army suffered heavy losses among its new recruits. More than half of the two thousand soldiers were probably killed or wounded.

But why are these new recruits willing to pay the price of more than a thousand casualties and take on the risky mission of luring the enemy?

Wouldn’t the morale of the other troops of the Beiwei Army be lowered when they saw that their commander did not treat the new recruits as human beings?
Unless these new recruits are newly recruited armed baoyi or Koreans.

But how could these people voluntarily sacrifice their precious lives to serve as stepping stones for the commander's grand plan? It is impossible that they were bewitched by evil magic and willingly died for the Beiwei Army.

The new recruits, who had previously feigned defeat and suffered heavy losses, acted as if nothing had happened, showing no trace of estrangement or resentment. Instead, they happily jumped into the battle and helped to encircle and kill the Qing soldiers. They planned their lives with a clear division of labor, worked as one, were fearless, had clear motives, and were highly capable of execution...

Turge didn't understand that this was part of the hive mindset: the worker bees worked diligently, the queen laid eggs peacefully, everyone did their job without complaint, and still got things done quickly and efficiently.

Perhaps because more and more flagmen were killed, Turg, who was almost crushed to death, suddenly felt his chest and abdomen relax and he stepped on solid ground again.

This time he learned his lesson and no longer climbed out of the queue. Instead, he stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck as much as possible to breathe fresh air.

As his chest and lungs regained their normal circulation, they took in more air, and Turge suddenly felt his mind become clearer.

Since the Beiwei Army was determined to kill them all and leave them no chance of survival, they could not have won happily.

Turge ordered the remaining thousands of soldiers to form a square formation, using formation against formation to consume each other with the Beiwei army.

You have to know that the remaining armored men and Bayala were each fighting against five elite soldiers of the Ming army.

They knew that they were doomed to die, so they fought with all their might.

No matter how long they hold on, they will create more trouble for the Beiwei Army!
Who told you, the Beiwei Army, not to allow the bannermen to surrender? In the future, the Qing soldiers will fight hard in every battle against the Beiwei Army.

This is the terrible consequence of indiscriminately killing prisoners and surrendered prisoners!

Faced with Turg's attack, the Beiwei army became restrained. Everyone immediately retreated dozens of steps, leaving behind a trail of blurred footprints of flesh and blood.

It is unknown how many bannermen were killed by spears and crossbows, or endured the painful torture of being trampled by thousands of people before their death.

Turge's heart sank when he saw the Beiwei army retreat temporarily.

Could it be that the Beiwei Army saw through his determination to fight to the death, so they planned to accept their surrender in order to dissolve the Qing soldiers' will to resist?

However, the next second Turge knew that he was wrong.

He saw a familiar face stepping out of the queue.

The man had a bald head, a decadent face, and a hemp rope hanging around his neck, just like the slaves who transported grain.

The other end of the rope was in the hands of a Beiwei soldier.

"Boarskins, do you still recognize who this person is?"

When everyone heard this, they looked carefully and saw that this was Aisin-Gioro Ajige, the Prince of Wuying of the Qing Dynasty and the general who was previously appointed to conquer the south!

After the prince was captured alive, he was not executed by the Beiwei Army?

"Prince! Is that you?" the flagman of the Bordered White Banner shouted.

Unexpectedly, Ajige said righteously, "I am a servant of the Bordered Black Banner Army, not your wild boar-skinned prince!"

Immediately, Ajige began to persuade the bannermen to surrender, saying that the leaders of the Beiwei Army were all "good people" and might let go of most of the bannermen if they were in a good mood.

On the contrary, stubborn resistance will only lead to the tragic death of all members!

Turge and Qi Ding were both dumbfounded.

They didn't expect that Ajige, who was a prince, was even more servile than a slave!
Bayala, who couldn't bear to watch any longer, started shouting and questioned why the prince had become like this.

Has the prince forgotten the self-esteem of the Aisin Gioro family and the glory of the Qing Dynasty?

In fact, Ajige did not forget his self-esteem and honor, nor did he go completely crazy. He could occasionally maintain a certain degree of clarity and think about problems.

In the battle of Xiongyueyi, he tried his best to dodge the red cannonballs fired by "his own people". He didn't know how much energy he had exhausted, and almost used up all his dodging skills and survival abilities in this life.

Even though His Majesty's army was repeatedly killed on the defense line, Ajige never gave up on living and never gave up the idea of ​​counterattacking the Beiwei army.

But he saw something shocking:

Several solid bullets from the red cannons tore through the military tents around the battle flags, and hundreds of Beiwei soldiers in thin cloth clothes crawled out from the ground.

Just like the evil demon who practices the art of flesh and blood awakens the heroic spirits who died in the ancient battlefield, shapes flesh and blood for them, and orders them to fight for themselves.

One thousand people, two thousand people, three thousand people... Ajige couldn't remember how many people he saw crawling out.

The answers to countless doubts are finally answered——

Why do they voluntarily remain half-buried underground to act as "human mines"?
Why are they so fearless and able to maintain a basic number of people despite repeated deaths in battle? Why do the newly formed "auxiliary troops" have combat effectiveness?
Why did they dare to resist Your Majesty's army of more than 100,000 with only 6,000 people?

Why did they still have enough time to attack Gaizhou, Haizhou, and even rush to the outskirts of Liaoyang after defeating His Majesty's main force?

Why do they occasionally wear strange clothes from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign?
Why did they harbor such immense hatred towards the Eight Banners?
Because they were not alive from the beginning!

Instead, they are ghost soldiers summoned from ancient times and overseas battlefields by evil forces using "evil magic".

They are not afraid of pain and are not afraid of death. It is even possible that this Beiwei Army is the Ming army that died in the battle of Sarhu more than ten years ago. They are full of anger and want to destroy everything of the Qing Dynasty!
It is impossible for mortals to defeat the ghost soldiers because the ghost soldiers have no distinction between life and death and are just a group of anthropomorphic flesh and blood.

Ajige suddenly realized it at that time and became "stupid".

Perhaps these ghost soldiers found a "new way to play", so he became a slave of the Beiwei Army and tried his best to please the master of the Beiwei Army.

Even though the Beiwei Army didn't like his servile behavior and scolded him for having some self-respect, he still had to "lick" them.

He often heard his deputy generals say that the ghost soldiers were about to sweep the entire world, to burn the Ming Dynasty and the whole world!
He knew that the Qing Dynasty was finished, the Ming Dynasty was finished, and even all the mortals in the world were finished. Everyone would become slaves of the Yin soldiers and puppets...

But he also knew that as long as he tried his best to please the ghost soldiers for one day, he could persuade the "evildoer" to let him live for one more day.

What he didn't want was to be turned into a "puppet" by the "evil ways" after his death, who only knew how to fight to the death, and be a slave forever without knowing who he was.

"Ajige! This group of evil people is trying to ruin my Beiwei Army plan. What do you think we should do?"

"Heaven created all things to nourish man, but man has nothing to repay Heaven! Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!" Ajige repeated the poem that the Beiwei army often recited.

"Go ahead! Crush them!"

As the military officer spoke, he handed Ajige two knives.

As soon as the order to attack was given, Ajige ran forward like a husky out for a walk, holding a knife and slashed at the neck of a stunned Eight Banners soldier.

With a terrified scream, Ajige suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind him. He instinctively quickly broke away from the enemy and just avoided the second armored man's sword attack.

"!" The enemy with a wounded neck was extremely shocked. While pressing his neck which was bleeding, he waved his dagger and slashed at the air randomly, like a frightened wild horse.

Ajige snorted coldly, waved his sword to wipe off the blood on the ground, and looked back at the Beiwei soldiers, hoping to get a nod, even if it was expressionless.

"Your Highness! We are your family! Your Highness!" The flag bearers tried hard to call upon the possessed Ajige, hoping to awaken the spirit of the Qing Dynasty in his heart.

As long as Ajige cut the rope with his sword, he could immediately return to the embrace of the Qing Dynasty. Even if everyone died in battle, it would be an honorable death.

Dozens of flagmen rushed forward, and one of them tried to cut the rope that bound Ajige with a knife.

However, Ajige, who had already surrendered to the Beiwei Army, did not buy it at all. He waved his two swords to drive the enemy away. In his eyes, his former compatriots were like evil people who kidnapped children.

"Wild pig, die!"

Ajige roared angrily, his strong arms were like a monkey spreading its arms, and the sharp tip of the knife scratched several Bayalas who tried to approach.

After defeating several powerful Bayalas in succession, Ajige was filled with pride. He stood up straight with pride, plunged his two swords into the ground, and like a chimpanzee, beat his chest violently, making a dull sound like a war drum.

He swung two steel knives at the flag bearers who were coming towards him, then ran back to the boss happily, "I killed an enemy!"

"Very good, Private Ajige, you have successfully completed the mission assigned to you!"

"It is my honor to serve you generals." Ajige lowered his head, then raised it with a flattering smile, like a loyal dog trying to please his master.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing this scene, Turge felt only shame and pity, and two lines of turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The dignified prince of the Qing Dynasty was actually tamed into such a slave among slaves. Although he was standing, he looked like a slave dog lying on the ground. The Beiwei Army was simply insane!
The dignity of his Qing Dynasty was soaked in feces and urine and crushed, almost destroying the dignity of all armored men.

Even the prince who was the great general of the Southern Expedition allowed himself to be slaughtered by the Beiwei Army. What motivation did they have to continue fighting?

With a dull ding-dong sound, a waist knife fell to the ground, followed by more steel knives, helmets, shields, breastplates, heavy bows, and arrows...

"Take up your sword and shield, and do not surrender!"

Although Turg was still holding on, he knew that Ajige's farce had shattered everyone's morale to fight to the death.

The Beiwei Army's strategy of killing people and destroying their hearts is truly terrifying.

　Thank you all for your support over the past four months, which helped the author successfully obtain the boutique badge. Finally, I wish my brothers a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and wish my brothers and their relatives and friends a safe, healthy and happy life!
　　
　
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