Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 245 You are very brave (two chapters in one)

As the smoke from the explosion on all four walls dissipated, Daishan, who was in the Drum Tower, realized that something serious was happening in the west of the city.

The astonishing noise created a gap near Huaiyuan Gate, and anyone with healthy hands and feet could step onto the wall by walking up the slope.

Daishan suddenly realized that the enemy soldiers dug the winding trench network not to surround Shengjing for a long time, but to prevent anyone from escaping when they entered Shengjing.

The Han dogs want to kill them all!
"Go to the west of the city to provide assistance!"

He couldn't help but break into a sweat. Daishan waved his hand and sent most of the reserve troops to the west of the city to provide assistance.

If the Han dogs invade Shengjing, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Looking at the thousands of reserve troops moving westward, Daishan looked south expectantly, wondering when Huang Taiji's army would arrive...

The Beiwei army, clad in heavy armor, moved forward slowly like tin cans, the warm winter sun shining on the outer armor plates, reflecting a silvery-white light.

A hail of arrows whizzed down over the heads of the Ming army, and the arrowheads made crisp tinkling sounds as they hit the armor and helmets. Even though the arrows pierced their flesh, the Beiwei army only groaned and continued to rush towards the gap with swords and shields in hand.

Hundreds of Ming troops poured into the gap and fought with the Eight Banners soldiers.

Because the gap opened by the explosion at Huaiyuan Gate was so small, the other Ming troops could only block the rear row and watch, so a large number of Ming troops still used ladders to attack the city.

"We can't let the Han dogs rush up!"

The city's west defender, Lausa, and the bannermen knew that they had no way to retreat. Inside the city were their families and friends. If they did not fight to the death to defend the city walls, everyone would die.

The flag bearers hurriedly brought wooden boxes and bamboo baskets to block the earth slope blasted by the gunpowder. The sound of flying bullets and arrows whistled in their ears, and the sound of cannons roared in the distance.

"Kill me!"

Lausa drew his bow and drew his arrow, then let go and the arrow flew away.

A heavy arrow drew an arc and hit a Ming soldier who was running in the front. The latter froze for a moment, as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer.

The heavy arrows penetrated the gaps in the armor and pierced the chest and abdomen. Even though the Ming army coughed up blood after their internal organs were pierced by the heavy arrows, they still rushed up the high slope, holding a spear with a flag tied to it in both hands.

"Oh oh oh!" The Ming soldier was seriously injured, but he still waved his flag and spear to force back the surrounding Eight Banners armored men, creating an open space for his teammates behind him to climb the city.

However, he was no match for many hands with two fists. When several swords and spears stabbed at him, he could only vomit a pool of blood, staining his silver-scale armor red.

He squeezed out the last bit of his strength and plunged the flag spear into the rammed earth beneath his feet. "The flag is there as long as the people are there. Even if the people fall, the flag still exists! Brothers, kill!"

Seeing a large number of Ming troops approaching, Laosa did not give them a chance to stand firm on the slope. He shouted to the flag bearers beside him, "Pour the golden juice!"

With a call, the soldiers guarding the big pot seemed to wake up from a dream. They immediately worked together with their companions to lift the bracket next to the hot pot and pour the smelly iron pot into the gap.

A stream of dark brown boiling water instantly poured over the heads of dozens of Ming soldiers, and the flying stinking water attacked the Ming soldiers climbing the hill backwards.

The boiling water mixed with turbid matter soaked through the cloth armor, penetrated the gaps between the armor plates, and touched the unprotected skin.

The scalding boiling water peeled off the tender skin and quickly penetrated into the bodies of the Ming soldiers with its scorching temperature and foul stench.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Ming soldiers who were doused in gold juice felt excruciating pain, as if all the pain nerves in their bodies were stimulated by the hot iron rods.

Unable to bear the burns, the Ming soldiers rolled down the slope, writhing in pain, their hands suspended in front of their burned faces and necks, not daring to touch them.

But those elite soldiers who were not afraid of death were not afraid at all——

Their exposed cheeks, necks, and palms had been scalded deep red by the boiling water, and the burst blisters were splashing pus. They were like the embodiment of the plague. Even though their bodies and feet were filled with the strange stench of blood and gold, they still shouted, "Kill the Tartars," and climbed up the slopes covered with a mixture of feces and blood.

They waved their arms, scattering foul water and tissue fluid like an evil god spreading plague seeds everywhere. "This all-out attack on the city is truly powerful! It's giving my brain a thrilling orgasm!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The women, children and bondservants were also grabbed by the Eight Banners soldiers and forcibly dragged to the city wall to fight.

Under the threat of death from both sides, these Eight Banners women and children had no choice but to grab the broken stones and wood in the baskets and throw them at the Ming army climbing the ladder without even looking at them, as if there was a monster under the wall that would kill them if they looked at it.

Flying stones and arrows flew up and down the city walls, and the Ming soldiers who were hit by the arrows fell down with mournful cries.

The Ming soldier who was hit on the head by the stone fainted on the ground and was quickly dragged to the side by friendly soldiers below the ladder to avoid being trampled.

The reinforcements sent by the prince quickly arrived at the west of the city. Thousands of energetic armored men filled the gaps in the city's defenses and fought desperately to exchange casualties with the Ming army.

However, the Ming army's offensive was extremely swift, especially the elite Beiwei troops, who were like chickens with their blood pumped up, fighting without caring about their own lives.

Even if the Eight Banners soldiers pushed down a group of people who were climbing the wall with ladders and killed some Ming soldiers who were rushing over the gap, a second group would quickly fill in.

More and more Ming troops climbed up the city wall to gain a foothold. Lausa looked back inadvertently and found that the Ming army had torn a gap in the defenders dozens of steps away.

The fierce Ming troops in groups of three or two were like mighty black bears, forcing the Eight Banners soldiers to retreat.

Lausa tightly gripped his blood-stained sword, thinking that these ten-year-old flagmen were really useless. They had only been fighting for less than an hour, and the enemy had already climbed onto the city wall.

More than a dozen veteran Ming army soldiers who had been through many battles were killing people on the wall. There were many armored soldiers at their feet, and blood was slowly seeping out from under the corpses.

These Ming troops did not linger in the battle, but instead used their bravery in killing the enemy to push the Eight Banners line back so that the brothers who were climbing the ladders would have enough space to stand firm.

Hundreds of veteran Ming soldiers climbed up the city wall. Taking advantage of the temporary retreat of the Eight Banners soldiers, a few of them suddenly walked down the stairs and came to the back of the wall.

They were like ferocious monsters that suddenly jumped out of the street, scaring the laborers who were carrying supplies along the wall to scatter and causing the women to scream.

More than a hundred bannermen gathered around him, including some armed bannermen who were determined to help the tyrant.

However, despite the concerted efforts of the Eight Banners' auxiliary troops, they were unable to wipe out the dozens of Ming troops before them, and were instead tied down by an army several times their size.

The small-scale battle inside the wall has not yet ended, and the battle on the city wall is becoming more and more intense. Enemy soldiers continue to appear on the city wall, just like ink gradually invading the core from the edge of the paper.

Lausa had to lead the elite Bayala to "put out the fire."

"Die!"

Lausa on the wall held a knife in his hand. The sharp knife cut through the cold air and hit the shoulder of the Ming army. The feeling of hitting the heavy object sent back a tingling sensation.

Lausa looked closely and saw that the enemy soldier's shoulder was only penetrated by an inch by the steel knife, and the armor plates of the cloth armor were cut by his strong force, but minor injuries and bleeding were two different things, and the enemy soldier was still full of energy.

The painful attack made the Ming army furious. He exhaled a breath of warm white steam and kicked Lausa in the abdomen.

Lausa staggered back a few steps, feeling as if the breastplate on his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Lausa changed his attacking posture and was about to counterattack, but the flag bearer behind him had already thrust two spears at him, one aimed at the belly of the Ming soldier, and the other at the man's collarbone.

Lausa rushed forward quickly, and facing the Ming army's slashing blade, he raised his left arm to push upward to absorb the force. Even so, the Ming army's knife still cut open the cotton jacket on his arm, revealing the fine reflective armor plates under the jacket.

The Ming soldier was slightly stunned, perhaps because he did not expect that even his full-strength attack could not break the defense.

The momentary daze prevented the Ming army from defending in time, and two spears pierced his chest.

"Ahhh!"

Lausa, who became more and more courageous as the battle went on, seemed to be possessed by the god of war. He rushed forward and held the body of the seriously injured Ming soldier hostage while shouting.

As he continued to charge forward, the spear was pulled out of the Ming army's body and half a foot of blood splattered.

Lausa used the Ming army soldier's body as a shield and swung his sword to kill two other Ming army teammates.

He slashed a Ming soldier's waist with his sword, and the sword hit the armor, directly breaking the already scarred sword.

His rich practical experience came into play at this moment. Without thinking, Lausa snatched the steel knife from the seriously injured enemy soldier's hand, and pushed the dying Ming soldier out to hit the enemy's friendly forces.

He held a steel knife in one hand and a broken knife that he had not thrown away in the other, and stabbed the Ming army who were hugging his teammates frantically.

Lausa poked the enemy's soft spot while letting out a cathartic roar.

He roared furiously, baring his teeth, saliva splattering from his mouth, his ferocious face covered with the blood splattered by the enemy, "Kill!"

He elbowed a Ming soldier beside him, then pounced on another Ming soldier's ear, hit the other with his head, and then stabbed him several times with a broken knife until the other fell down.

The ground at his feet was littered with corpses of Ming soldiers, and he was greatly encouraged by having defeated several of them in a row.

He felt as if he had become the number one Baturu in the Qing Dynasty, able to destroy dozens of elite enemy soldiers in one battle.

However, the excitement he had just gained was interrupted in an instant. Suddenly, Lausa felt a pair of unfamiliar hands reach from behind his waist and hug his stomach. "What?" Lausa didn't react before he found that his feet were actually lifted off the ground and dangling in the air.

It turned out that the Ming soldier who had been hit on the head and stabbed by him and had already fallen down and "fainted" was still fighting with his last bit of life.

Lausa was surprised that the enemy soldier had been seriously injured several times and should have died from the pain, but he was still alive!
The enemy soldier picked up Lausa and performed a fairly standard back throw.

Lausa could even hear the sound of blood gushing from the enemy soldier's wound before he landed, just like a woodcutter walking on a mountain road hearing the sound of a clear mountain spring flowing around the corner.

With a dull thud, Lausa fell heavily on the back of his neck, almost paralyzing him on one side.

"Hahaha, this is what happens when you don't finish off the enemy."

The Ming soldier lost consciousness as soon as he finished speaking. Seeing this, another player took two steps at a time, stepped over the corpse of his teammate and jumped onto Lausa. A sharp dagger pierced Lausa's eyes and then penetrated his brain.

The next second, a "living person" crawled out from underground in a tent near a battle flag outside the city, then rushed out of the tent, took the steel knife and shield on the weapon rack, and continued to shout "Kill the Tartars" to join the battle.

The death of the main general meant a failure of command, and the defenders in the west of the city almost collapsed completely.

A deep sense of fear rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head like a poisonous snake. Daishan could not believe his eyes when he saw the failure of Chengxi.

The five fingers of his right hand slammed down like iron plates. He held on to the railing of the Drum Tower tightly, his nails almost embedded deep into the wood.

It would be more accurate to say that the flagmen were beaten and fled in a panic rather than fighting and retreating.

Daishan stared intently at the fierce battle taking place in the distance. Dozens of black-rimmed flags leaped onto the top of the city wall, swaying wildly in the cold wind.

They were like dozens of black dragons floating in the air above the battlefield, watching everything happening on the ground with cold and indifference.

With a loud bang, a thunderous explosion came from the west of the city, and the debris of the explosion flew everywhere with a trail of flames and green smoke.

It turned out that the Huaiyuan Gate had been blown open. The enemy soldiers not only blew up a section of the city wall, but also took great pains to completely blow open the city gate that was blocked by many debris.

More Ming troops poured into the west of the city from the walls and city gates, and the wave of defeat of the Eight Banners spread in the west of the city.

The guards around him all advised the prince to retreat, as the Drum Tower near the west of the city would soon be occupied by enemy soldiers.

"The enemy soldiers trapped Shengjing with trenches, and we have no way to escape!" Daishan lowered his head in despair, and the deep breath he exhaled seemed to be mixed with half of his soul.

He was about to give up.

"And the imperial palace!" the guard pointed out sharply.

Shenyang's "Little Forbidden City" is a miniature replica of the Ming Dynasty's imperial city, built during the reign of Nurhaci. Despite its small size, it possesses all the necessary facilities and possesses the same protective qualities as a palace or a fortified city.

As long as the defeated soldiers were gathered together and retreated to the imperial city, it would be like clenching the scattered five fingers into a fist, and military forces, food, fodder and ammunition could be further concentrated.

I don’t know how many sieges were fought until the outer city fell, but the inner city continued to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

The guards persuaded Daishan by using his family and the Qing government as an excuse, and he finally regained some of his sanity.

"Quickly gather the defending troops and order them to retreat to the Imperial City!"

Daishan led more than a thousand guards around him and hurried south.

However, many Ming troops had already poured into the streets in the west and north of the city. Those once loyal bannermen also spontaneously cut off the tails of their rats and shouted "Official troops, please come this way", guiding the Ming troops to capture and kill the real Tartars who were fleeing and hiding in the streets and houses.

Just then, dozens of Ming troops were led by the baoyi and collided head-on with Daishan's troops.

When the other party saw his prince's armor, they rushed over and said, "Look at his armor, he is a high-ranking official!"

The fighting power of the guards was not to be underestimated. They wiped out this small group of enemy soldiers in just a few moves.

However, just as they continued on their way, hundreds of Han dogs appeared to block the road.

However, this time they did not rush forward without thinking, but used a fire stick to light the signal arrow in advance. As the signal arrow rose into the air and exploded, the Ming army hundreds of steps away could hear it.

Dozens of guards spontaneously lined up to fight the enemy, but unexpectedly, these Han dogs ran away after reporting the news, and disappeared at the corner of the street in a flash, which was completely different from the previous "roadblocks" who fought to the last soldier.

But soon those fearless elites arrived.

The fighting style of this group of Ming troops became strange and crazy. When the two armies met in the streets, they did not engage in close combat immediately, but instead sent ten unarmed death squads to rush forward.

These warriors had smiles on their faces, and some were even jumping around happily, like children who had received a reward and were jumping by scraping the ground with their feet.

Daishan, who was surrounded by guards, was puzzled when he suddenly saw a fleeting burst of dazzling fire.

Boom boom boom!
Then three consecutive explosions threw countless iron bombs, and the front-row guards were instantly engulfed in fireworks and iron bombs, and Daishan's vision was also shrouded in smoke.

The smell of gunpowder exploding was pungent, and blood flowed down the wound on his forehead. Daishan reflexively raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyebrows to clean up the blood stains that were pressing on his eyelids.

Before the thick smoke had cleared, the Ming army's cries of killing could be heard, "Kill the Tartars!"

Hundreds of Han dogs rushed out from both sides like hyenas pouncing on their prey and engaged in a battle with the guards.

Almost everyone was fighting, and Daishan had to draw his sword and prepare to fight.

Suddenly sensing a sharp blade, Daishan quickly dodged a slashing attack and then swung his sword across the enemy's armor, sending a string of flying sparks flying.

Before Daishan could swing his sword a second time, the Han dog was about to get close to him. At the critical moment, the guards around him rushed to protect their master, and with just a few strokes, they knocked the reckless Han dog to the ground.

The dying Han dog stared at Daishan with his eyes wide open, blood seeping out of the Han dog and gradually forming a pool of blood. Before dying, even though the Han dog coughed up blood, he still shouted, "Don't die, I'm going to kill you myself!"

Without giving the other party a chance to finish his words, Daishan quickly picked up his knife and ended the Han dog's life.

However, these Han dogs seemed to have cursed him, and no matter where he went, they would find his location and pounce on him.

Sometimes there are dozens of people, sometimes less than two digits, and sometimes there is even just one lone wolf.

These Han dogs are simply crazy, one after another, they want to kill him, as if they are risking their lives...

After fighting for a while, Daishan felt that his physical strength had seriously declined. He no longer had the abundant physical strength of a man in his twenties or thirties.

He stood at the street corner, panting, looking around, always on guard against Han dogs, as if he were a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to kill.

Daishan was extremely nervous, and his hands holding the knife were shaking. He didn't know when a fearless Han dog would jump out and take his life.

He wandered around with the remaining troops, but was unable to cross the distance to the imperial city. Han dogs kept rushing out to take his life.

boom! boom! boom!
The whistling sound of iron bullets cutting through the sky was like the chirping of a chick with broken voice in his ear. Daishan looked in the direction of the sound and found that the west wall of the city was filled with white smoke from the artillery firing.

Dai Shanxin thought, "Oh no!"

The enemy soldiers have taken control of the red cannons and are setting up to bombard the Eight Banners soldiers in the city.

Another artillery shell flew through the air. Daishan saw with his own eyes the artillery shell, leaving a black trail, land on the street a few hundred steps away. The artillery shell, weighing more than ten pounds, smashed the ground. The powerful impact caused debris and broken stones to fly everywhere, instantly killing and injuring dozens of Eight Banner soldiers who were fleeing in panic.

The shell bounced off the ground and jumped up, like a nimble squirrel jumping in the woods, and fell into the crowd again, leaving a shocking bloody mark. Broken limbs and arms flew everywhere. The shell finally broke through the wall of a house and hit the small house against the wall.

Daishan was in despair.

Even if he managed to escape into the Imperial City, he would not be able to withstand the thundering blow of the Red Cannon...

Faced with the guards who were fighting to the death to protect their master, and faced with the endless stream of enemy soldiers charging at him, Daishan closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, ignoring the guards' desperate shouts.

A deep feeling of fatigue swept over him, and the bloody knife slipped from his hand.

He has tried his best, it is really fate that cannot be defied.

As soon as he finished the thought, a ferocious enemy soldier rushed over and chopped off his head with a knife.

At the same time, in the palace of the imperial city, the families and servants of the princes and nobles gathered together. They huddled around the chairs and stairs of the palace, hugging each other and shivering.

Hundreds of strong female servants wearing cotton armor and holding steel knives formed a human wall outside the palace gate, as if this could give the nobles a little more sense of security.

From time to time, the rumbling sound of artillery fire could be heard outside the palace, and the shouting and screaming outside the imperial city were getting closer and closer.

At this time, an armored man covered in blood fell at the gate of the imperial city. His last words before his death were passed on by word of mouth through the imperial city servants and armed women to all the nobles in the palace.

"Shengjing City has been breached, and the enemy troops are charging in."

(End of this chapter)