Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 243 Pay attention to this man's name, Xiao Shuai (two chapters in one)

Daishan looked south through the telescope and saw a strange spherical kite hanging in the air before the enemy soldiers crossed the river, connected to the ground by a thick hemp rope.

These days he often saw strange creatures flying from the south, dropping hundreds of yellow papers that spread "anti-Qing remarks."

Some kites would fall far away after spreading the yellow paper, and soldiers would run out of bamboo baskets and fight everywhere.

These soldiers were very brave. Even if they were captured, they would rather die than surrender, and they refused to reveal what the spherical kite was.

Hundreds of enemy soldiers landed on the Liaozhong Plain, causing unrest in various manors and garrisons.

Under the spherical kite, about 20,000 to 30,000 Ming army combat and auxiliary troops crossed the river in an orderly manner, and in the southeast corner, another 20,000 to 30,000 Ming army soldiers built a bridge to cross the river.

Daishan couldn't tell who were the combat troops and who were the auxiliary troops. Many Ming soldiers wore Qing-made cloth armor, which was extremely conspicuous in its colorful colors.

Hundreds of colorful flags fluttered in the wind, including the black flag of the Beiwei Army, which had repeatedly defeated the Qing Dynasty.

There were no less than 7,000 elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army under those black-bordered flags. Dozens of black-bordered flags seemed to emit streams of black smoke, which condensed into a white bone dragon with black stripes in the sky, looming over the city of Shenyang, staring straight at the Eight Banners soldiers and civilians in the city, as if it wanted to swallow all the bannermen in one gulp.

The bad thing is that the spy sent back a message early this morning, and Daishan only checked the content after waking up.

The emperor of the Southern Dynasty led the army in person and probably reached the Songjin line at this time.

Even the emperor of the Southern Dynasty wanted to interfere in the affairs of Liaodong. Daishan wondered worriedly, did Huang Taiji really defeat the Beiwei Army?

The officials of the Southern Dynasties had always been wary of the emperor leaving the capital, so how could they "allow" the emperor to lead his troops to war?
Unless a decisive victory occurred, the court officials would not have the confidence to advise the emperor, and the emperor himself would not think that conquering Liaodong was risky.

The Beiwei Army launched a surprise attack on Liaodong and captured several citadels and garrisons, but the victory was not great enough to impress the emperor to violate the "ancestral system" that had lasted for more than a hundred years and lead the army in person.

There is only one possibility, that the Qing Emperor suffered a major defeat in southern Liaoning.

Huang Taiji not only failed to recover southern Liaoning, but also did not invade Korea. Instead, he bypassed the strong camp set up by the Beiwei Army like a stray dog ​​and embarked on a long journey of more than a thousand miles.

Daishan understood.

This is why Huang Taiji inexplicably "conquered" Korea before returning to the north, and the real reason why the Southern Dynasty emperor personally led the army to fight!
When the emperor of the Southern Dynasty led the army in person, he would be accompanied by tens of thousands of elite Ming troops.

Even if he could stop tens of thousands of Ming troops and defend Shengjing at this moment, his rule over various parts of the Liaozhong Plain would be shaky, and he might have to retreat to Hetuala to live a bitter and cold life like that.

Huang Taiji, Huang Taiji, the Qing Dynasty depends entirely on you.

You must rush back to Liaodong and stop the Southern Dynasty emperor's eastward expeditionary army.

And the situation he is in now is not good either.

Daishan subconsciously looked around at the unevenly distributed defenders. Some of the bannermen who were under sixteen years old, or even twelve years old, looked like little kids who had not been weaned.

Compared with the powerful and sturdy Ming army, can these young men really defend Shengjing?
With sweat on his forehead, Daishan couldn't help but grab the rough wall of the parapet tightly, and his fingernails almost made them bleed.

The attack and defense of Shengjing will be a fierce battle, a decisive battle that will cost more blood and bones of the real Manchus.

He must persist, and only by persisting can the Aisin Gioro family have a future.

There is a stone bridge for crossing the river not far south of the city, but tens of thousands of Ming troops are busy building several pontoon bridges at the corner of Hunhe River.

Daishan immediately ordered the artillery to fire, hoping to prevent the Ming army from crossing the river smoothly.

But when the shells fired by the red cannon were still one or two miles away from the Ming army, he suddenly realized -

The enemy soldiers already knew the location of his artillery, so they deliberately chose to cross the river at a location a little outside the artillery range, but not too far away to avoid taking too many detours.

It’s the spherical kite that can carry people!
Dai Shanxin thought that it should be, since it can carry people, then the soldiers it carries can also carry telescopes.

But there was one thing he didn't understand: how did they transmit such complex information as the layout of firepower points at high altitudes?

Draw it on paper and throw it away?
But he was always paying attention to the enemy's movements. He didn't see any paper or draft floating down, nor did he see any complicated flag signals being waved, and he couldn't even hear the shouts from the sky.

Could it be that it was a mistake?

Faced with a problem he couldn't figure out, Daishan chose to give up thinking, but new questions created by the Beiwei Army followed one after another -

The Ming army that landed on both sides did not rush to attack, but sent a third part to go around to the north of Shengjing. The three armies began to set up camp and dig trenches on the spot. A large black flag was erected in front of a tent.

Setting up camp is not uncommon, which shows that the enemy is not arrogant enough to think that they can capture Shengjing on the same day.

When faced with a heavily defended city, normal people would choose to stabilize their own line and set up camp, eat and drink enough and rest for a day to relieve the fatigue of the march.

Then observe the deployment of the defenders and try to find a "flaw". If you can't find it, choose to lay a long siege and deplete the defenders' food supplies.

But the enemy soldiers digging trenches seemed particularly "strange".

Those were not simple trenches like one or two used to guard a camp in the conventional sense, but dozens of brand new trenches dug together, done by the Beiwei Army themselves and assisted by other friendly units.

Dozens of trenches advanced forward in a staggered manner, like dozens of giant earth-boring worms digging out crawling tracks visible to the naked eye.

This hard-working defense did not even have any mistakes, as if there was an eye overlooking the earth, using some kind of secret sound transmission technique to notify the soldiers on the ground to correct the mistakes.

The soil in the pit was thrown into the air, and the soldiers held up two shields to protect themselves and the diggers respectively.

"Fire!" Daishan ordered all large and small caliber artillery to fire.

But unless one is extremely lucky and a shell falls into the trench and kills one or two unlucky guys, or crushes an entire column of enemy soldiers, it will just hit the ground and bounce back without hurting any diggers.

If the wounded soldiers who were hit had only one breath left, they would try their best to climb out of the trench.

At first, Daishan didn't understand why the wounded soldiers wanted to climb out of the trench. It was impossible for them to survive to the city of Shengjing with their dying bodies.

As more and more people were killed by artillery shells, Daishan discovered that the soldiers who crawled out on their own were all wearing helmets and uniforms that were not standard for the Ming army.

Some looked like Qin soldiers, some wore tight, sharp clothes, and some wore thin cloth like Han slaves, but their muscular bodies betrayed their status as elite soldiers...

They tried their best to climb out of the trench and high-fived their teammates who were digging in the soil, because they didn't want their bodies to hinder their teammates' progress.

What a sincere heart that sacrifices oneself for the public good!
Even Daishan, his enemy, could not help but admire his fearless spirit of burning himself to death for the final victory.

This reminded him of the Ming army soldiers who flew spherical kites deep into Liaodong.

Could it be that they are from the same order as the Ming army that risked their lives to dig trenches today, the "Black Flag Camp" and "Beiwei Army" that were rumored to be able to stop the Eight Banners children from crying at night?
If this Beiwei army boosted the morale of the Ming army and defeated Huang Taiji's main force, it would not be unfair.

After all, the Ming army never lacked elite soldiers or manpower, but what it lacked were brave warriors who dared to fight and kill.

Fortunately, the Beiwei Army only had a few thousand people. They must have suffered heavy losses in the decisive battle in southern Liaoning and lost a lot of weapons and equipment, so they were forced to wear Qing-made cloth armor.

If the Beiwei army had 20,000 or 30,000 soldiers, Daishan would not be able to defend it even if he had a hundred clones.

The Ming army's subsequent actions also verified his guess.

For two days the enemy soldiers did not launch an attack, but instead worked hard digging more trenches.

At dawn on the third day, Daishan went up to the city wall to check and found that the enemy soldiers had woven a huge spider web, surrounding Shengjing on all sides.

If they wanted to besiege Shengjing for a long time, why did they dig such a "dazzling" trench array? Two circular trenches would be enough to trap Shengjing.

Daishan was afraid of a strong attack, but not of a long siege.

He sent thousands of bannermen to the countryside to "collect" grain, and stockpiled enough food to meet the needs of the entire city for half a year. He also stored a large amount of military equipment and ammunition.

The improvised defensive equipment they had concocted these days filled the walls and rooftops, and the simmering golden liquid emitted a foul stench. He was squeezing precious time to increase his chances of success, even if Huang Taiji's reinforcements were far away in the Jurchen territory.

At present, the Ming army is waiting for the emperor to lead the army in person, and he is also waiting for Huang Taiji's reinforcements. It depends on whose reinforcements arrive first.

He believed that Huang Taiji, who had more war horses, would reach Shengjing first, and the Ming army that had been trapped outside the city for a long time would be defeated in one battle.

However, Daishan's guess was half right. The Beiwei army did want to trap him to death, but they did not want to keep him under siege for a long time. Instead, they wanted to prevent anyone from escaping when the city was broken.

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That morning, all the Ming troops and former slaves who were now militiamen received an order from the Beiwei Army commander to attack after dinner.

The cooks were busy because the attack on Shenyang was a battle that concerned the fate of Liaodong. Winning or losing would affect the direction of the next larger decisive battle. All the Ming troops took out their most valuable spoils.

All kinds of live animals are killed and cooked on the spot, and as much high-quality meat, vegetables and rice as possible are put into the iron pot.

During these days, not only did the Ming army have meat for every meal, but even the newly reorganized militia could eat sorghum rice and steamed buns.

Today is the official decisive battle, and the stokers cooked all the remaining good things. The sumptuous meal is comparable to the Chinese New Year.

The auxiliary soldiers, seeing the steaming hot food in their bowls, lamented that it was the best meal they had ever had in their lives. Some even jokingly whispered that this was the meal they would eat before being executed.

Even the ban on drinking was temporarily lifted at this moment. Jars of wine were opened and a full bowl was poured for each auxiliary soldier.

The generals picked up their wine bowls and said a few nice words to the auxiliary soldiers they commanded, or they would remain silent for a long time and then say a few words wishing that everyone could achieve great merit and survive, and that their wives and children would be granted titles and become dukes for generations to come. After that, they would drink it all in one gulp and turn the wine bowl over.

All the Beiwei soldiers put on linen mourning clothes and carried coffins to the front of the camp.

Zhang Xianzhong, the official commander of the Beiwei Army, stood up, and the suona band accompanying the army sounded at the right time, with a steel-like firmness revealed in the sad music.

Zhang Xianzhong and other deputy generals and lieutenant generals opened jars of fine wine.

Zhang Xianzhong walked alone to a point fifty steps in front of the camp, raised his glass high, and poured it down, making a splashing sound as it hit the ground. "This is the site of the bloody battle at Hunhe, the battlefield where the loyal ministers and righteous men of the Ming Dynasty shed their blood! It was here that Shenyang was forever separated from our embrace..."

Zhang Xianzhong turned around to face his brothers and friendly troops who were arranging their troops, and suddenly felt a warm current surge into his heart and mind, and faintly emerged from his eyes.

"Since the Battle of Sarhu, since the fall of Liaodong, since millions of Liao people fell into the hands of the Tartars, a full nineteen years have passed!

During these nineteen years, we Liao people have lived like dogs and been trampled upon by the Tartars like ants.

I don’t know how many Liao people hoped that the royal army would recapture Liaodong. They hoped and hoped until their bodies turned into bones!

Today, my Beiwei Army has arrived! Carrying tens of thousands of Tartar heads, we will march back to the Liaozhong Plain and our homeland!
I will personally lead the charge into the city. If I die in battle, the deputy commander will take command. If the deputy commander dies, the lieutenant general will take command! If the lieutenant general dies, the guerrillas will take command!
In this battle, my Beiwei Army will never retreat. Even if we have to fight to the last man, we must capture this city and avenge the millions of people who died tragically in Liaodong, and avenge those of us who are still alive in Liaodong!"

All the soldiers and civilians from Liaodong were stunned when they heard this. Decades of humiliation and misery seemed to turn into tears at this moment.

All the grievances and grudges over the years should be settled here.

Then Zhang Xianzhong lowered his voice and started giving commands to the players standing in the front row of the camp.

"Brothers! In real life, each of us is a compatriot from all corners of the world. Some speak fluent Mandarin, while others have strong dialect accents. I know there are new players in the team, as well as veteran players who have been working hard for a long time.

Some people are rich young men who have no worries about food and drink. They come to the game to while away their time and spend a lot of money to ask other players to cooperate, just to enjoy one or two moments of showing off.

But more people immerse themselves in games for a long time in order to experience a second life of revenge and to vent their dissatisfaction in reality!
I know it is not easy for most players to develop their accounts to this day. I can't guarantee that your gains will outweigh your losses, but I promise that I will remember every heroic moment of your fighting bravely against the enemy. After you die, I will preserve the weapons and equipment you left behind to ease your suffering of starting over again!

Do you think that we, the old players from the previous periods, have accumulated countless wealth and achievements since the server was launched?

But at this moment we are all the same, standing together outside the city of Shenyang and fighting side by side. We will use all the purchased props to kill the enemy with all our heart!
The Tartars think we are like the innocent people slaughtered in Liaodong, who can be swept away by their cavalry's iron hooves. I want to tell them that this is wishful thinking!
If the Tartars seize the world, China will be destroyed, and the shame and hatred of a century of humiliation will be nailed deep in the soul of each of us!

The negative legacy left to us by these ugly, vulgar and brutal sinners has not dissipated to this day.

Today, they are before us. They want to turn all the people in the world into submissive slaves!
They want to impoverish the people, humiliate the people, tire the people, weaken the people, fool the people, abuse the people, and exploit the people for generations to come, turning the people into pigs, dogs, cattle and horses!

Since this group of Tartars wants to drag all the people in the world into an eternal slave purgatory, let the barbarians have a good look at the angry roar of our Fourth Calamity!

In this battle, I, Zhang Xianzhong, will bet all the weapons, equipment, and merit points I have accumulated since the server launch. I will swear an oath: Even if I use up all my resurrection codes and all my store items, I will not let a single Tartar with a pig's tail on his head survive!

The breakthrough man pulled out a goose-feather knife from his waist, raised it high above his head as if to pierce the blue sky, and said something -

"The main quest has been marked - this battle will capture Shenyang. No mercy! No pity! No prisoners will be taken! Anyone who dares to let any Tartar go will be marked as a red name and will be killed by everyone!"

"Kill the Tartars and save the world!" Zhang Xianzhong raised his sword and shield and shouted.

"Kill, kill, kill!" the players shouted one after another.

Even though this team of 8,000 players is mixed with many new players and cadre players, and its overall strength can only be considered medium to low, but everyone knows that when facing the damn enemy Tatar Qing, they will burst out with a passionate morale to destroy the world.

"Kill all the boar hides!"

"Exterminate the clan! Exterminate the clan! Exterminate the clan!"

"Expel the Tartars and recover Liaodong!"

Chen Jinghe, Lou Ting, Yang Zhenwu and other generals behind the player all felt the determination to fight at all costs, and the blood in their bodies seemed to boil.

The hometown of Liaodong is about to be recovered!

Lindy also felt mixed emotions, a mixture of joy and fear.

At first, he just saw that the Beiwei Army had avenged his blood revenge and killed all the bannermen in Tunbu and Liaoyang, so he impulsively signed up for the Beiwei Army's militia.

But when he really arrived at the city of Shenyang and saw powerful artillery shells killing countless friendly soldiers, the fear of death once again overwhelmed the courage that had finally awakened.

He felt that he was inherently one level weaker than the Beiwei Army. They were elite soldiers and powerful generals, while he was just a poor commoner who had just escaped from the status of "slave". How could he be qualified to do such a heroic thing as recovering Liaodong?

He immediately backed off and told the militia captain that he didn't want to fight anymore and wanted to retreat to the safety of Haizhou. However, all the militiamen looked at him with disdain, sympathy, empathy, and encouragement...

He was afraid of the Red Barbarian cannons, and even more afraid of the high walls of Shenyang. But when the elite Beiwei Army gave him the choice of fighting or retreating, and handed him a steel knife and shield, he only said one sentence, "Do you still want to be a slave?"

Lindy was confused, scared, and trembling, but he somehow took the sword and shield handed to him and held them tightly in his palms.

The word "slave" is like a key that opens a treasure chest. The memories of being oppressed and humiliated by the Tartars for years are still vivid in my mind. I don't know how many relatives and friends died at the hands of the Tartars.

He was like a tamed slave dog, who would not fight back when beaten or speak when scolded. He was an obedient slave who accepted everything and only dared to dream of resistance in his dreams.

The militiamen beside him were much the same as him. Some were timid in fear of the Tartars, some hated them out of a deep hatred, and some looked troubled. But now they all held their spears and swords tightly, refusing to let go for a moment.

If they had been bullied by the Tartars in the past, no one would have blamed them for not daring to resist.

But now someone has given him the opportunity to no longer be a slave, they should resist and should be determined to dare to resist.

Just like the Beiwei Army who were fearless and kept moving forward courageously.

forward!forward!forward!

Resist! Lindy shouted to himself in his heart.

"kill!"

The endless shouts and cries of killing intoxicated Lindy, as if an invisible force had poured into his chest and abdomen, giving him supreme courage.

Zhang Xianzhong, the commander-in-chief of the Beiwei Army, personally led the troops and marched towards the fortified Gaocheng of Shenyang.

(End of this chapter)