Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 246 Read (Two chapters in one)

When the tragic news of the enemy's invasion of Shengjing reverberated through the palace, many of the wives and wives of the emperor's family screamed in fear. The young men, seeing their mothers and sisters grieving and terrified, also burst into tears.

For a moment, some people thought of surrendering.

They heard that the Beiwei Army had clear rewards and punishments, strict military discipline, and never harmed ordinary people. They should not kill women and children like them who were powerless, right?

But some people also argued that it was aimed at ordinary people, not dignitaries like them.

What's more, it is well known that the Beiwei Army originated from the Liao people, and the Liao people and the Eight Banners have always had a blood feud.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other and do not distinguish between the old, the weak, women and children. Only by eradicating the roots can the hatred in their hearts be relieved.

Now the wives of the concubines were in a panic.

They all knew what would happen if women and children fell into the hands of the enemy; the history books clearly recorded it.

When Nurhaci invaded the Liaozhong Plain, he also massacred and humiliated the wives and daughters of the Han people.

As fate would have it, it is now their turn to suffer the humiliation of defeat. They can guess what the outcome will be just by looking at their toes.

Death is the best outcome, the worst is falling into the hands of a group of hungry and thirsty men, being humiliated by dozens or even hundreds of them day and night...

Strong women in armed uniforms kept bringing in dry firewood and cooking oil and piling them up in various corners of the hall.

Each of the concubines held a bottle of poison in her hand, so that she could take her entire family away when necessary...

The whole room was filled with crying and wailing, and the women were holding the medicine bottles with trembling hands.

Hailanzhu looked ashen. The premature death of her child two years ago had taken away most of her happiness. Now she had long been indifferent to life and death. Death was a relief for her.

Dayuer held the infant Fulin with tears in her eyes, and her three daughters who were still crying surrounded her.

The queen looked around and suddenly felt that she could not continue to be so negative, so she suddenly stood up from her seat.

She declared loudly, "All the gates of the Imperial City have been sealed. Thousands of soldiers remain within the city to defend it, and more and more warriors are retreating to the Imperial City... The walls of the Imperial City are strong, fortified under the personal supervision of Your Majesty. This is the safest place in Shengjing. As long as Your Majesty's 100,000 troops return to support us, we can be saved!"

"Yes, His Majesty will be back soon. He will definitely repel the enemy!"

The other wife seemed to have grasped a lifeline, and the other female members of the family also echoed the declaration that "His Majesty will be returning soon."

It seems that if he believed this, he would not need to swallow the medicine in the bottle and could continue to live in his comfortable mansion and continue his life of wealth and prosperity...

A loud bang seemed to explode beside their ears, and all the women and children reflexively shrank their necks. The good feeling that they had just finally recovered disappeared again.

The explosion was neither far nor near, but everyone knew that it was closer to the last explosion.

Everyone involuntarily fell silent, hoping to use the sound to analyze the battle situation outside the imperial city walls.

The streets of Shenyang were in chaos. Except for the reserve troops, almost all the Ming troops attacking the city climbed over the city walls and entered the city.

They are like four bowls of paint poured into a basin, "eroding" the grids of Shenyang's neighborhoods from all sides, and constantly seizing every street and house from the outside to the inside.

Fierce and deadly battles broke out everywhere among the players, Ming army, militia and the defeated Eight Banners auxiliary troops. The bannermen who had nowhere to retreat fought back with all their might. Even the bannermen's wives, children and the elderly picked up kitchen knives and wooden sticks to fight with the Ming army.

Players who are blood-thirsty seem to have turned into hunting beasts.

If a Tartar was found in the streets, he would be hacked to death with swords; if he was found near a water tank, he would be drowned; if he was found in a house, he would be hanged from the beam; if he was found near a dry toilet, he would be stuffed into the cesspool; if he was found near a stable, he would be torn into pieces by five horses.

At this moment, every corner of Shenyang city seems to be in fierce confrontation.

The Tatars were beaten and fled time and time again, but they would reorganize and launch an attack again and again.

At this time, hundreds of Tatars gathered near the Drum Tower and blocked the street entrance. When they saw the Ming army attacking head-on, they immediately ordered to form an infantry formation.

"Form in three rows!" The player captain reflexively shouted the order when he saw the groups of Tatars.

More than one hundred players skillfully stood in three rows, and the players in the first row loaded gunpowder bullets.

The captain raised his sword without hesitation and slashed down, "First row, guns raised—fire!"

Before the Tartars could react, dozens of bird guns in a row had already pulled the trigger and fired a volley. The dozen or so people in the front row of the Tartars fell to the ground with their heads raised like wheat being cut, and blood-red roses exploded on their chests like rain. The Tartars who were still advancing behind them immediately became violently agitated.

The players in the first row knelt on one knee and reloaded their ammunition.

Xu Jin's shooting tactics were executed immediately without any orders.

The second row of players took a half step forward from the gap between their brothers in the front row, and the captain's order rang out again: "Second row, raise your guns—fire!"

Dozens of bird guns roared again, and more than twenty people fell to the ground.

"Third row, guns raised—fire!"

Although the three rounds of musket fire caused less than a hundred casualties, the morale of hundreds of Tatars was on the verge of collapse before the three shots were even fired.

The reason they hadn't collapsed was that most people were still in shock from the three rounds of volleys and couldn't recover.

"Third row, second row, abandon your guns and draw your swords. Charge with me!"

The commander brandished his command knife and charged forward. Dozens of players carried their muskets on their backs and drew their swords to charge forward.

Faced with the bayonet charge after the volley, the Tatars, who were already on the verge of collapse, instantly collapsed.

Even if the player encounters any tough-minded Tartars along the way, he will stab the enemy's heart and lungs with his sword.

The Tatars fleeing eastward broke through their own ranks. Many people pushed and shoved each other, trampled on each other, and cried out loudly. As a result, they were blocked by a mixed group of players and Ming troops rushing from the east.

The two teams from the east and west cooperated with each other, like two pieces of bread sandwiched with cheese, trapping the hundreds of fleeing Tatars in the streets.

Both sides exchanged their lives with the Tatars with steel knives in hand, while squeezing the enemy's position inward.

The injured Tartar fell to the ground, groaning in pain, and then all sounds were crushed by pairs of firm big feet, and the sound of flesh and blood being trampled by feet came one after another.

The Tartar had no choice but to bang his head against the doors on both sides, his bloody arms constantly hitting the doors.

With a series of muffled clatters, the doors of several houses were broken down, and the Tatars, who had been in a desperate situation, instantly found a way out.

"Little guy, where are you running to!" Huang Zilong chased a Tartar into the house and kicked him in the back.

The Tartar lying on the ground wanted to stand up and resist. Huang Zilong jumped up and pressed him with his body. He was about to cut the back of the enemy's neck with his knife, but the Tartar struggled so hard that he couldn't hold the knife at all.

"Die, you Tartar dog!"

He simply threw away the steel knife and punched the Tartar on the back of the head. After a few punches, he found that he could not break the helmet, so he changed his position and hit the back of the opponent's neck to weaken his struggle.

"Ahhh!" The Tartar under him let out a strange roar and swung his fist to hit Huang Zilong's side.

At this time, Huang Zilong felt a slight pain in his waist. He looked carefully and found that the Tartar had a short knife in his hand, which was almost covered in blood.

Although the cloth armor on his body protected his vital parts, the repeated stabbings of the dagger still hit the gaps in the armor and pierced his waist and abdomen.

"You son of a bitch!"

Huang Zilong suppressed the Tartar's knife-wielding arm with all his might, and suddenly remembered that he had hidden a small knife in the position of his military boots on his calf, which was suggested by a big boss.

"Carrying more secondary weapons can bring you unexpected results..."

He reached behind his waist and took out a knife. The moment he did so, he felt inexplicably relieved. The boss was right.

He gripped the knife tightly and stabbed it hard at the enemy's neck. With a "puff", a stream of hot blood splashed on his face. The hot blood gushed out in high and low waves as if it was out of control.

The Tartar struggling beneath him gradually stopped moving, and let out a suffocating and desperate wail.

Huang Zilong gasped for breath and tried hard to move the dagger and pull it out.

A sense of relief after surviving a disaster filled my whole body, just like stepping through a door and seeing a smooth road ahead.

The blood from the enemy's neck was still flowing slowly. He wiped his hands with the enemy's clothes and picked up the steel knife, prop bag and food bag scattered on the ground.

He stepped out of the room, and the breakthrough man, Lu Xiaobu and others had just lifted the Tartar's chin, raised their waist knives, put them on the enemy's throat and pulled hard.

The fighting in this unknown street ended, and the street fighting in other urban areas also basically came to an end.

The battle-crazy players just feel that the killing is not satisfying, and they have to kill ten times as many Tartars to feel satisfied.

Those players with "civilian soul" and "farming soul" immediately rushed to the various government offices of the Tartars and looted official documents and archives, just like Xiao He entered the palace and collected the archives of the Qin State first.

Killing and injuring the enemy to achieve military victory is certainly important, but it is equally important to consider stabilizing the order in Liaodong after the war.

Population registers, geographical atlases, legal texts and other documentary materials helped the Ming army, or the Beiwei army, to control various parts of Liaodong in the future.

This Liaodong is destined to be the Liaodong of the Beiwei Army, not the Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty!
The generals of each department ordered their soldiers to seize the important roads in the city. They had the firemen hurry up to cook and give the soldiers something to eat to replenish their energy and take a short rest. At the same time, they mobilized the elite troops who still had strength to surround the last Tartar stronghold.

Shenyang Imperial City.

Some players, after eating the porridge, began to try to attack the imperial city as soon as they saw their physical status restored to "eager to try".

These war-crazed lunatics didn't even have a ladder to climb over the wall, so they used their fingers to pick at the gaps in the stone bricks of the city wall, trying to climb up and kill the enemy in this ridiculous way.

Some players even kept smashing the door with swords, hammers and nails, as if they thought the gate of the Tartar Imperial City was made of paper.

"Kill the Han dogs!" The guards on the palace wall immediately threw down bullets and arrows.

Although players had a high armor coverage rate, the bird guns and heavy arrows had armor-piercing power at close range, and players were constantly being killed by arrows. If players used a foolish brute force attack to attack the imperial city, they would inevitably pay a heavy price.

Most of the streets and alleys in Shenyang have been basically taken over. It is now the stage of picking fruits, so there is no need to add more casualties.

After all, no matter how powerful a player is, the total number of resurrections for each person is limited.

You can go crazy when you need to go crazy, but you should save when you need to save.

"Back! Back!"

Some captains quickly held up their shields and pulled back their fellow players who were enraged with killing intent, to prevent them from suffering unnecessary losses from the Tartar bird guns.

"We have the advantage of artillery! No need to storm the walls!"

"Where's my fucking Red Cannon? Pull it up for me!"

Arrows and musket balls were flying in the air, and from time to time there were loud explosions of cannon fire. He Lusi shrank his neck and hid behind the captured shield cart, carefully observing the battle situation.

He couldn't believe that the Tatars still had the will to resist after their complete defeat. This showed that a large proportion of the veterans and elite soldiers who escaped back to the imperial city had retained a considerable amount of firearms and equipment.

You should know that what the attackers fear most is not the thick walls and large numbers of soldiers, but the defenders equipped with armor-piercing firearms.

No matter how thick your armor is, it cannot withstand a blow from a bird gun to liberate the soul. As long as you have enough bird guns and ammunition, it will be no pressure to fight against a cold weapon army that is several times your number.

The thermite was used up in the attack on the city gate, and the red cannon was on the way.

But they don't need to rush. Liaoyang has not found any trace of Huang Taiji returning north. Even if it takes a few more days, it will not be a big deal. Instead, they can use this time to clean up the mess.

The tedious manual work of clearing the battlefield was handed over to the militia accompanying the army.

Although the militiamen have little combat effectiveness, they may be able to get one or two kills by following the combat soldiers, but they are still capable of looting corpses on the battlefield and killing any fish that have escaped the net, and at the same time, they can also exercise their courage to see blood.

There were more than 20,000 prisoners who surrendered, including Han people, Korean people, and some Korean soldiers who were forced to serve. Those who should be killed and those who should not be killed were selected one by one.

He Lusi turned his head and saw players dragging the identified prisoners to the foot of the imperial city where arrows were flying.

"You'll have to pay for what you've done. Today is the day you pay for the bloodshed you committed upon entering the Liaozhong Plain!"

The player warrior ordered the captives, who were crying and screaming, to kneel down, then raised his sword and chopped them down. Hundreds of heads of the captives in Baotou fell to the ground, like ripe apples falling and rolling all over the ground.

He Lusi thought that the enemy and our side were still engaged in a fierce battle, and if we were not careful when executing the prisoners at this time, we would be hit by stray arrows and bullets.

Look, several players were hit by several arrows, half of their bodies were shot like hedgehogs, but they were still shouting and cursing, as if they were indestructible cockroaches.

"Someone come help! Push the cannon!"

The gun carriage of the Red Cannon was stuck in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The players fought the Ming army quickly and fiercely, but left themselves a heavy obstacle of corpses. Even the streets where there were fewer battles were covered in muddy soil soaked with blood, and the wheels of many artillery carts were deeply stuck in the bloody mud.

The call of the artillery team players attracted the attention of others. Some players who were executing prisoners used steel knives to cut a gap in the back of the Tartar's neck. Before killing the person, they turned around and left to help.

Only the dying Tartar was left vomiting a pool of blood, lying on the ground quietly waiting for the severe pain until death.

Players work together with militiamen to move the heavy corpses, and then lay down shields to act as "tracks" to hold down the muddy ground.

The blood-stained wheels squeaked as they pressed against the shields, and after much difficulty they finally arrived at the foot of the imperial city.

"Our cannons are here!" The players were excited, and several red cannons and more than ten small cannons of various calibers were pushed to all sides of the imperial city.

Without waiting for orders from the generals, the gunners took over the artillery and began loading ammunition.

"Siege gun loaded!"

"fire."

At the commander's command, the artillerymen lit the fuses of their breech blocks, and the heavy guns were thrown back several meters. The scorching shells flew out in a thick cloud of white mist, mixed with the kinetic energy of the explosive gunpowder, and crashed into the stone bricks of the city wall.

The bricks and stones of the thick walls of the imperial city peeled off, and broken brick chips flew everywhere. The rumbling of the impact of the shells was still resounding, leaving traces of the collision on the city walls bit by bit.

"Reset the artillery!" Several players rushed forward and restored the artillery vehicle, which had retreated several meters, to its original position.

In fact, this kind of close-range bombardment no longer matters the hit rate. As long as the muzzle angle is adjusted properly, any shot can hit the wall of the imperial city.

The artillery loading process only takes one minute, but for the players who are eager for a bloody battle, every second feels like an age. They wish they could instantly cast an Urban cannon to fire a huge bomb and blow down the walls of the imperial city.

The players stayed where they were to recover their strength, their eyes fixed on the city wall in front of them where stones were constantly peeling off. As the holes in the wall grew larger, the players all held their knives tightly.

Numerous artillery pieces of varying calibers bombarded the walls of the imperial city in turn.

Huang Zilong watched as sections of the city wall became thinner and thinner under the bombardment, and his excited heart seemed to rise from his chest to his throat.

He twisted his face, moved the muscles on his face, and followed the players in front of him, pushing the shield cart forward slowly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The muffled sound of the shells hitting the city walls was like a giant beating a passionate war drum, making the blood rhythm in every player's heart seem to keep up with the rhythm of the war drum.

There was a hole in a section of the city wall near the west. Huang Zilong saw that the stone bricks of a certain section of the wall were almost broken through, and a low cry of inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

Eighty, eighty, eighty, as if a construction worker was hitting the wall with a sledgehammer.

The wound on the back of his waist was bandaged temporarily. Huang Zilong held the sword in one hand and a three-barreled gun picked up from somewhere in the other hand, which he used as a hammer.

Like all other players, he waited for a very long time, from bombardment, reloading, cooling down, bombardment... as if waiting for the flowers to wither.

Suddenly, a shell hit the hole in the gap again. With a loud bang, the wall above the hole collapsed instantly. The Tatar standing on it fell down, raising a thick cloud of dust.

When the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Huang Zilong's eyes suddenly widened, and a gap in the imperial city suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Huang Zilong and his brothers rushed to charge, and some even started fighting in the hollow.

Everyone wants to be the first "strong man" to capture the Tartar family.

"Go and save the master!" The guards and strong women who retreated from the city wall and returned to defend the palace desperately stood in front of the palace, using their flesh and blood to stop the players from advancing.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

Huang Zilong swung his steel knife and three-barreled gun to attack the enemy, and the splattering blood hit his face, hot.

However, no matter how the Ming army attacked, no one could break into the palace. Suddenly, the palace door was pushed open, spewing out a wave of heat and black smoke.

The hall was already on fire, and the flames rising into the sky devoured the beams and pillars, and continued to spread to the eaves outside the house.

Seeing all the wives, princes and princesses lying peacefully on the ground as if they were asleep, and the flames spreading from the dry firewood filling the entire palace, the guards and strong women who had fought desperately were suddenly relieved.

"The masters are gone..."

So they all raised their swords and committed suicide to follow their master. Even the guards who continued to resist were killed by the Ming army.

As the last guard was hacked to death on the ground, all the Ming army and militiamen looked involuntarily towards the "restless" imperial city, with the raging fire reflected in their eyes.

The flames enveloping the palace continued to spread, like a fire dragon twisting its body wantonly to celebrate a festival, swallowing up the "palaces" presented by mortals one by one.

At this point, the entire city of Shenyang was completely captured, and the mountain of oppression on the shoulders of the Liao people finally collapsed.

All the soldiers from Liaodong suddenly felt relieved.

Although the air was filled with a complex mixture of fire, smoke, and blood, they could still smell a scent of relaxation, joy, and tranquility.

Even if they were to face the main force of the Nu chieftain next, and perhaps have to go through many twists and turns before retreating and joining up with other armies fighting against the Qing Dynasty, they all knew that their homeland was already at their feet.

The once unattainable dream of returning home finally has hope of coming true.

It was the soldiers of the Beiwei Army who brought them the dawn of hope.

All the soldiers from Liaodong couldn't help but raise their arms and shout. They shouted the name of the Beiwei Army, waved the black flags from the bottom of their hearts, and lifted up the Beiwei Army warriors and threw them into the air.

They shouted the name of the commander-in-chief, praised the wisdom of the several deputy commanders, and praised the bravery of the Beiwei soldiers and all the soldiers who participated in the battle.

"Glory belongs to the natural warrior!"

"Glory to the warriors who restored Liao!"

"Even if the Beiwei Army is less than ten thousand, they are invincible if they are more than ten thousand! Long live the Beiwei Army!"

But the civilian officials accompanying the army had an ominous feeling. The rising reputation of the Beiwei Army seemed to have reached a somewhat dangerous level.

If the imperial court successfully recaptures Liaodong, the Beiwei Army, which originates from Liaodong, will have a reputation in Liaodong far exceeding that of the Tartars, and may even overshadow the imperial court.

If one's achievements surpass those of his master, it is not a blessing for the country.

……

At the same time, Huang Taiji's main force finally arrived at Lianshan Pass, only 200 miles away from Shenyang.

Huang Taiji looked towards the north, silently reciting a woman's name in his heart.

Wait for me to come back.

(End of this chapter)