Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 244: Fight, Fight, Fight (Two chapters in one)

"attack!"

War drums and trumpets resounded throughout the world, and the rapidly rising arrows exploded in the sky like fireworks. The Ming army surrounding Shenyang launched an attack from all sides at the same time.

Large and small cannons on the wall erupted, and dozens of shells poured out from every section of the wall.

The whistling of the shells breaking through the air was like the howling of evil spirits. The Ming army did not foolishly trample on the flat ground, but followed the figures of the Beiwei army and quickly drilled into the spider-web-like trenches.

Tens of thousands of Ming troops moved back and forth between the trenches. The "trench advance" tactic reduced losses significantly, and even when all the troops reached the edge of the moat, not even one percent of them were killed or injured.

Due to the dense and winding trenches, straight ladders, pontoon bridges and other siege equipment were difficult to pass through, so they were all transported on flat ground by a suicide squad composed of players.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Hundreds of players clutched the ladders and wooden boards, stripped off their upper body clothes and armor, and crossed the trenches while howling.

The shells whizzed across the moat, first landing on the flat ground outside the trench, kicking up a ball of black mud, then bouncing off the ground and penetrating the players carrying the ladder to the city.

The players who were shot groaned and fell down. They were like hay stirred by a strong wind, with their bones and tendons broken and torn to pieces on the ground. Some of the wooden planks crossing the river were broken into pieces, and wood chips and hemp ropes were scattered all over the ground.

Even though his arm was pierced by a shell and his ankle was broken by the impact, the player still raised his bleeding arm and pointed at Shenyang, "Forward!"

The dead player fell completely, but soon newcomers picked up the fallen ladder and passed over the bodies of their teammates.

The Ming army, temporarily taking refuge in the trenches, was ready to go, looking forward to the order for a general attack from the Beiwei army generals.

From time to time, the death squad's muffled groans and low screams could be heard overhead. Some people were even shot by arrows and fell down after sliding for a few steps before collapsing in front of the trench.

The seriously injured man looked at Lindy. The former's eyes were bloodshot, but he finally got up with difficulty, shouting "Kill the Tartars" and continued to move forward with blood and sweat.

Lindy and the other auxiliary soldiers waited quietly. Every cry from their allies would add fuel to their anger, and a single military order would turn it into a raging fire.

In order to reduce the casualties of friendly forces, the Beiwei Army Suicide Squad would rather sacrifice their own elite lives.

Unlike other generals, he did not conserve his strength and ordered the collateral troops to consume their strength first.

This is the true king teacher who is dedicated to the public!

After suffering countless casualties, the suicide squad successfully broke through to the edge of the moat. Large cities that originally had economic functions would build stone bridges across the moat.

However, the defenders of Shenyang were quite experienced. They destroyed all the stone bridges in advance, forcing the Ming army to find a way to cross the moat if they wanted to get close to the city wall.

"Build a bridge!"

As soon as the captain finished speaking, a rain of arrows shot from the top of the wall came down heavily.

Players who were already accustomed to fighting raised their shields to block without being ordered, covering their teammates as they threw out bags of mud and straw to fill the moat, and then laid wooden boards and tied them tightly with hemp ropes.

There were several floating bridges built at the same time, all built by the Beiwei army themselves.

Even if auxiliary soldiers couldn't bear to watch and wanted to climb out of the trench to help them fight, they would be stopped by other players in the trench. "Don't let the blood of the warriors be shed in vain! Store up your anger and save it for when you climb the city and kill the Tartars!"

"go ahead!"

After building the pontoon bridge, several death squads rushed forward with shields raised, like a turtle shell stepping across the pontoon bridge across the river.

The Shenyang City reinforced by Huang Taiji had eight city gates. Each gate was not only a city wall structure, but also had a tall and sturdy gatehouse for soldiers to shoot.

Facing a large number of arrows and bullets, a certain death squad finally broke into the Huaiyuan Gate.

"We need fire support!"

The captain on the front line reported to the breakthrough officer via voice, who immediately activated the voice and notified the siege troops in the west of the city, "Western city needs fire support, quickly suppress the Tartars on the wall!"

"Received the order, act immediately!"

The captain, having received the order, turned his head and looked around. His expression suddenly became one of ecstasy. "Salute our teammates for attacking the city gate!"

As soon as the captain finished speaking, the brothers lit the fuse extending from the trench, and then led the surrounding auxiliary soldiers to retreat quickly and cover their ears.

Half-buried metal barrels shook the earth, belching out thick white smoke. Gunpowder bags were thrown high into the air and then fell.

The iron barrels buried at different angles sprayed out different parabolic explosion packages, just like meteorites from outer space passing through the atmosphere and breaking into countless burning small pieces, heading straight for the defenders on the tops and bases of the walls.

Although the steel balls flying from the exploding bomb are not very lethal and cannot even penetrate the sturdy gatehouse, it is enough to reduce the pressure on the suicide squad attacking the goal.

The clanging sound of the second round of explosive bags being thrown into the air echoed behind their heads. The suicide squad quickly pulled out special long tubes and twisted the mechanism at the front to activate the "artifact".

In just a moment, sparks scattered from the front of these long tubes, and then they erupted into dazzling flames.

Several long tubes were in close contact with the thick city gate, and the heavy iron-clad gate was like window paper pierced by wet fingers, with penetrating melted grooves carved into it.

There was a dull clang, and a thick piece of iron-clad wood fell heavily to the ground. The door seemed to have been cut by a foot, revealing a passage as tall as a person.

Behind the gate is a thick iron-clad gate, 80 mm thick, deeply embedded in the underground ravine, sealing the city gate tightly.

Fortunately, Ajige revealed the situation of Shenyang’s city defense, so the suicide squad was able to carry sufficient siege equipment to capture the city gate.

However, after the suicide squad burned through the gate, they discovered that there was no ordinary passage behind it, but a dense mass of debris blocking it.

"Damn it! The Tartars have blocked the city gates!"

The new information was passed up and down through the voice system, and other death squads attacking the city gates also reported the same information one after another. Soon even the Ming army's auxiliary troops knew about it.

According to the suicide squad's assessment, the debris piled up in the city gate passage was only slightly inferior to the strength of the city wall.

If you want to clear the debris bit by bit, it will take several days in such a fierce fighting situation, and you may not be able to get through even if you suffer heavy casualties.

"If a quick attack on the city gate doesn't work, then bury coffin gunpowder at the base of the wall and use underground blasting to bring it down!"

"No. If you dig too deep and the moat floods back, even coffin lids will be useless. The gap between the wall and the moat can only be used for a brute force attack."

"Then use the coffin gunpowder to blast the debris at the city gate!" At this time, a captain with a great idea said through the voicemail, "As long as the bombing lasts long enough, no matter how many obstacles there are, they will be blown through."

"The underground blasting method can be used. The angle formed by the city wall and the wall is enough to avoid the moat. However, the amount of gunpowder used for filling the area would have to be doubled."

"Then let's launch a saturation attack. Use unscrupulous cannons to suppress the walls, bury coffins in the holes at the base of the gates and blast them, blasting open the obstacles in the gate openings, and use ladders to assault each section of the wall—there's always a way to get into Shenyang!"

Almost in a short period of time, all the captains and commanders reached a consensus.

Even if Zhu Youjian was personally leading the army towards Liaodong, the Beiwei Army had no time to waste time outside the city of Shenyang. After all, Huang Taiji's main force was still there and was also heading towards Liaodong.

time is life.

"Attack!"

Another group of suicide squads came out of the trench and rushed straight to the base of the wall at the corner of the city wall like a group of mad buffaloes. More than ten strong Beiwei soldiers picked up tools and frantically dug the land under the wall.

Countless soil and gravel were thrown into the air, and shallow pits appeared. They were then dug deeper and deeper, and even several inches of the wall appeared underground.

The Eight Banners soldiers guarding the city were puzzled. Could it be that this Ming army was a kind of spiritual groundhog that liked to burrow into the ground and dig holes?
Daishan thought of the sharp "mortars" set up by the enemy in the trenches, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He immediately ordered his troops to harass the enemy soldiers digging the trenches with all their strength and to stop the enemy's actions at all costs.

Fire arrows and projectiles attacked the trenches near the city wall fiercely, clanging against the thick wooden shields.

Even though the players tried their best to huddle together and hold up their shields, they were still injured by the increasingly fierce attacks.

"How long will it take to dig under the city wall?"

"It's hard to estimate, but it will take plenty of time." The player who was digging hard stopped talking and just kept digging and throwing the soil out.

At this time, the defenders on the wall worked together to carry a pot of smelly liquid, placed it on the parapet and poured it outwards.

Scalding golden liquid poured down from the wall, emitting yellow steam and bubbling with stinking water. A strong, pungent odor filled the air.

"It's gold juice!"

"It's really disgusting!"

"You Tartar dogs, wait for me to charge in and tear you all into pieces!"

Even if all players lower their sense of smell and pain in advance, the "boiling water" and "biochemical attacks" that come with the gold juice will not be weakened at all.

The scalding, smelly water flowed down the armor onto the surface of the skin.

The gold juice that flows into the pit will not disappear immediately, so players who are digging have an additional task of drainage.

There was a loud bang, and the gunpowder in the coffin filled with debris at the city gate exploded. The debris was thrown out and fell into the moat, making a tinkling sound like stones falling into water.

The players who were resurrected in the main camp did not enter the crowded trench, but ran directly across the trench on flat ground, rushing all the way to the bottom of the wall to assist the engineers in digging the soil.

Players weren't fools who would just sit there and take a beating. Some drew their bows and arrows, others pulled the triggers of their muskets to shoot at the defenders on the wall, and still others threw pottery jars of explosives at the wall. As long as the visual and auditory effects of the gunpowder exploding and the flames shot up, even being killed by an arrow was worth it.

The unscrupulous cannons in the back row also erupted in the trenches. Bags of gunpowder fell on the wall and exploded. Some gunpowder bags even had poorly calculated angles of projection and exploded at the feet of the players, killing and injuring many of their own people.

From time to time, the muffled cries of pain from the Tartars shot by arrows or bullets could be heard from the top of the wall, or they would fall down with a scream like a whistle, "Ahhh!"

There was a dull thud of broken bones as the Tartar fell to the ground. The "Breakthrough Hand" turned his head to look through the gap in the shield and felt that the Tartar was very young, no more than fifteen years old.

It was difficult to see the Tartars clearly when they were lined up on the wall, but when I saw the faces of the fallen Tartars, I realized that the Tartars' manpower had been exhausted to the point where they had to withdraw young men.

"The Tartars have no more soldiers left to fight. We can storm the city walls!"

As soon as the breakthrough expert shared his discovery, he felt a pain in his chest. It turned out that a fire arrow pierced his chest armor.

"Why should I be afraid of a mere fire arrow!" He decisively pulled out the arrow and threw it aside.

The flaming arrows shot by the Tartars flew everywhere, their tips coated in flames biting into several shields. The flames devoured the wooden shields greedily, and the flame-encrusted wooden shields changed color as if splashed with black ink.

The "Breakthrough Hand" stared at the flames attacking its left hand. It shook violently, like a cat that had encountered an enemy and its fur was standing on end.

The breakthrough man moved his hand back, but his fingers were still bitten by the rapidly advancing flames.

His instinct to retreat when encountering fire prompted him to pull his hand back, and the feeling of being pricked by a toothpick lingered in his mind.

The pain from the burn, which was originally quite severe, was suppressed by the pain-reducing function.

As the shield gradually caught fire, he raised it and threw it outward with all his might. The shield with several flaming arrows stuck in it flew dozens of meters and then landed on the ground.

The breacher, having lost his shield, was only protected by a suit of armor, but he knew that with the enemy's increasingly fierce attacks, it was impossible for the brothers digging the cave to remain undisturbed.

If the blasting time is delayed, it will waste everyone's time.

While the breakthrough expert was still thinking, a crossbow arrow shot through the air and hit him in the cheek, and a gun bullet hit his chest and abdomen.

A strong foreign body sensation attacked his throat, forcing him to cough subconsciously, and blood mixed with saliva spurted out.

He knew that his life was coming to an end. Since he only had one breath left, he decided to use this last bit of his body to provide shelter for his teammates.

"Brothers! This is my last ripple!"

The breakthrough man roared, snatched the spears and javelins from his teammates and pierced his chest and abdomen, then trembled and lay down, forming an angle between his body and the spears and javelins to maintain balance.

He covered a corner of the pit with his flesh and blood, like an extended eaves protecting the house from wind and rain.

The blood he vomited dripped onto his teammates' faces, and the clinking sound of crossbows piercing armor continued to come from behind.

He tried his best to shout with the last bit of strength he had, "Take my share and fight!"

The breakthrough expert died in battle without making any gains, but his heroic act of sacrifice greatly boosted the morale of his allies.

This really cool scene inspired a lot of players to go crazy.

Since we are all in the suicide squad anyway, we might as well be the most handsome one. They pierced their broken bodies with swords and spears, and used their flesh and blood bodies to form a circle to block the pit.

"The Ming army has gone crazy!"

Daishan was stunned by the enemy's horrific actions. The originally simple defensive pits were blocked by flesh and blood. No matter how the city defense army fired bullets and shot heavy arrows, they only hit the armored flesh and blood.

The strong man's flesh and blood has become the best buffer shield!

There were also reinforcements crawling out of the trenches and rushing in from the main camp at the rear to replace their teammates. They pushed aside their lifeless teammates and used their own healthy and strong bodies to block the arrows coming from all around.

The friendly forces are fighting desperately, so how can the players in the pit fall behind?

The players digging in the soil seemed to have been injected with a shot of stimulant, roaring and screaming as they dug desperately, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With the flesh and blood of brothers above protecting them and the motivated players below digging pits to drain water, the originally scheduled digging time was directly reduced by 70%. The tunnels leading to the foundation of the city wall on all sides were dug, waiting for the "East Wind" to be inserted into them.

The engineer in the pit poked his head out, and the player lying on the ground who had been shot by more than ten arrows but was not yet dead raised his bloody arm. The player who had just crossed the floating bridge turned his head to look at the main camp.

They activated the voice communication and shouted to the distance, "Coffin lid!"

The brothers' shouts were like smoke signals lit one by one on the Great Wall, and coffins were carried out from the safe area one after another.

The carrier's chest was covered with a double shield, with more than ten iron nails piercing through the wooden shield and into the flesh. Even the helmet with a visor was tightly wrapped with several coils of hemp rope.

They passed through the roaring artillery shells and crossed trenches. Countless brothers fell on the way, and countless brothers crawled out of the trenches to fill the vacancies.

After seeing this heroic scene, the Ming army soldiers could no longer endure the boredom of watching.

They ignored the players' dissuasion and resolutely joined the queue to "escort" the coffin board. Hundreds of people were like relay runners on a road of blood and fire, and finally sent the coffin filled with gunpowder under the wall.

However, placing the coffin lid was not the end of the matter. The pit had to be guarded to prevent the gold liquid splashing from the wall from soaking the gunpowder.

So, dozens of people were left behind at each of the five blasting sites to guard the gunpowder until their teammates retreated to a safe area.

"Come on!"

All Ming troops not involved in the explosion were driven away. The Ming army auxiliary soldiers stopped for a moment with red eyes, then shed two lines of hot tears, growled, and left.

After all friendly forces have safely evacuated to the trenches, players can finally play freely.

The demolition players at different sections of the city wall successively raised torches, tinder and other incendiaries and approached the fuses laid on the ground.

With a crackling sound, the fuse began to burn, and the brilliant flames greedily devoured the fuse.

The suicide squad responsible for the blasting even had time to sing half a song.

They hugged each other's shoulders, forming a huge human wall. Under the wall of despair, they sang heroic military songs, "Brothers, we must win! Kill the Tartars! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The spark burned the fuse, and the explosive material in the coffin exploded instantly. The city wall rooted in the earth was like a ship blown away by huge waves, suddenly taking off and then suddenly falling down.

The players acting as "meat shields" outside the pit and the soldiers on the city wall were like ants blown away by firecrackers, and were blown away by the huge impact force.

Thick smoke and dust instantly enveloped the entire wall section, and the auxiliary soldiers hiding in the trenches were already filled with tears.

The Beiwei Army's suicide squad used their own casualties in exchange for five to ten times the number of auxiliary troops to recuperate.

"Zhang Xianzhong" stared at the Huaiyuan Gate in the west of the city shrouded in smoke, quietly waiting for the moment when the smoke would dissipate.

When the wailing and screaming sounds were heard, an inexplicable excitement suddenly ignited in Zhang Xianzhong's heart.

This is definitely not one of us. Even if one of us screams and shouts, we can still hear the subtle humor in the prank.

So is this the enemy's scream, a breach in the enemy's wall caused by the explosion?

The muscles at the corners of Zhang Xianzhong's mouth twitched, and he leaned out of the trench, wearing a suit of armor, to watch.

When the smoke cleared, Zhang Xianzhong's eyes suddenly widened. The blast at the Outer Gate failed, and only shook off the bricks of the wall, while the blast at the Huaiyuan Gate was a great success.
Bricks tumbled outward, revealing the embedded rammed earth several feet lower than the sides. The gap between the city wall and the wall resembled a construction site piled high with construction waste, creating a gently sloping ruin, like a hillock anyone could climb.

Reports from other directions rang in my ears. The blasting in the north and south of the city failed, while the blasting in the east was half successful, and another blast was needed to clear the way.

Only Huaiyuan Gate in the west of the city was a great success!

Zhang Xianzhong gripped the goose-wing knife tightly and climbed out of the trench, standing upright on the ground. His sight passed through the gap in the high slope surrounded by light mist, as if he could see the dawn of victory.

While the Huaiyuan Gate defenders are stunned by the explosion, now is the best time to attack the city!
"Huaiyuan Gate has been breached! Follow me and kill them all!"

Zhang Xianzhong rushed to the front alone. His armor made a constant metallic collision sound as he moved, like the beating of a war drum, which made Zhang Xianzhong's blood boil. It seemed as if every cell in his body was holding a knife and shouting.

On the way, he ordered all friendly troops on all sides to attack. Even if they failed to create a breach, they had to use ladders to climb up the city wall and fight together.

Chen Jinghe only felt his heart beating faster, and without his brain giving any orders, his right hand had already drawn the sword from its sheath.

He pointed his sword forward, his face full of fanatical loyalty to the Beiwei Army.

The Beiwei Army did it.

No matter how difficult the situation is, they can always do it!
They are practically demigods!
For the selfless Beiwei Army death squad! For the people of Liaodong who endured and died tragically! For a future where everyone can live well.

"Kill!"

Except for the reserved reserve troops, tens of thousands of auxiliary soldiers crossed the trenches one after another and stepped onto the ground, like a group of ants pouncing on a mantis caterpillar.

The remaining auxiliary soldiers and players set out from the main camp. Thousands of players charged forward like strange monsters, waving their arms wildly.

(End of this chapter)