Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 253 A Real Man (Two Chapters in One)

Perhaps fearing they might accidentally injure one of their own, the player threw the Molotov cocktail high with great effort. The sparkling bottle reflected the sunlight, like a tiny elf surfing on the flames.

The Tartar, who had never seen a glass bottle, was slightly stunned, wondering why the enemy threw out such a treasure and threw it so high.

Could it be a tactic of throwing gold, silver and jewelry in front of the battle to "lure the enemy"?

Those Tartars who had witnessed the "Samadhi True Fire" secretly cried out in alarm and quickly turned around to flee the danger, but were blocked by the stunned friendly troops or beaten back by the supervising officers who were unaware of the truth.

The first Molotov cocktail hit the top of the Tartar's helmet and broke into several pieces. The flames consumed the splashing flammable liquid and instantly expanded into a fire monster hundreds of times larger, swallowing more than a dozen Tartars standing densely around them.

Subsequent Molotov cocktails were thrown down immediately, and they exploded into balls of blazing flames when they hit the ground, like gorgeous red flowers blooming in the spring.

The flames devoured cloth, skin, and fat, steaming blood and sweat with a sizzling sound. The dry and cold air was also twisted and swirled by the raging fire.

"Ahhhh!" The screams of the flames burning the body resounded through the heavens and earth. The pain signals from every nerve made the Tartar regret being born as a human being.

Hundreds were directly engulfed by the flames, while nearly a thousand were bitten on the arms and thighs by the flames drawn by the splashing liquid, suffering severe burns. A feast of blood and fire forcibly separated the enemy and our own infantry formation.

Seeing that the Tartar offensive had stagnated, Li Mu thought that this was a good opportunity to defeat part of the enemy troops, and immediately gave orders to the vanguard player commander "Breakthrough Man".

"Brothers!" The 'Breakthrough Man' threw away his bloody spear and shield, and wiped the blood off his palm with his right hand against the cloth armor.

"Roar!" The vanguard players, who still had more than 3,000 combat power, roared in unison.

The 'Breakthrough Man' drew his sword from his waist and pointed it forward. "Odd-numbered teams, go left. Even-numbered teams, follow me to the right. We'll bypass the line of fire and swerve left and right to penetrate the enemy's flank! Push the Tartars back!"

As soon as the breakthrough expert finished speaking, more than 3,000 warriors split up in an instant, like two long whips circling around the temporary fire belt created by humans.

On the battlefield, shouts of killing were deafening, spit was flying, white mist was spraying out, and the "Breakthrough Expert" rushed into the enemy's army, breathing in the pungent cold air.

The flashing and clanging of swords and knives continued, and cold mud and warm blood kept splashing onto his face. The "Breakthrough Hand" felt that all the muscles in his body were making strange roars.

He chopped the enemy's shoulder with his sword, like using a blunt knife to split a piece of red cake, and then chopped the enemy's neck with his sword, and blood gushed out like a fountain and splashed all over the ground.

A small number of new players fought and killed indiscriminately, and their weapons and equipment were relatively simple and single, but the old players who had fought for a year and a half had already surpassed the average Eight Banners soldiers and Baoyi auxiliary soldiers.

New and old players cooperate with each other, one attacking and one defending, just like the output and assistance in competitive games.

This player's army encircled the local battlefield from both wings, and attacked the Tatars from the flanks and back.

The enemy and our side quickly merged together, and tens of thousands of troops were in chaos.

The breakthrough player and Ajie also cooperated with each other. One fought from the left, and the other finished off from the right. Their skilled combination of skills killed two elite Tatars in succession.

However, the cooperation between the friends did not last long, as a large number of Tatars rushed over and broke up the brothers' positions.

"Breakthrough!"

"Ajie!"

"Damn it! How dare you ruin my brother and I's combo skills!"

The "Breakthrough Man" turned around and faced a foot archer. The man quickly dropped his bow and arrow. His face was covered with blood and the soles of his feet were covered with bloody mud.

The two men faced each other head-on, and the "Breakthrough Hand" made a simple knife flower, and the cold knife light flashed.

The steel blade clashed with the enemy's scimitar with a clang. The 'Breaking Hand' increased the force in his palm, forcibly suppressing the enemy's center of gravity with his entire body weight. His left hand drew a small knife from his waist and expertly stabbed it into the enemy's neck.

The Tartar suddenly widened his eyes and let out a muffled sound as if in disbelief.

The 'Breakthrough Hand' pulled out his knife, and blood spurted out. Before he could appreciate the tragic sight of his enemy dying, he felt a strong impact on his waist and abdomen, as if he was knocked from the side by a mad bull, and the steel knife in his right hand fell off instantly.

It was a Tartar with a ferocious look in his eyes, and his strong body pinned him to the ground.

The Tartar had no suitable weapon, so he picked up a helmet dropped by someone and smashed it into the opponent's face.

The legs of the enemy and our own were moving forward and backward all around us, and blood and mud were splashing in front of our eyes.

"Ahhh!"

The pain warning prompt seemed to add a red flash to the field of vision. Fortunately, the breakthrough player reacted quickly and raised his right arm in time to protect his face and helmet.

The feeling of the knife still being in his hand came from the five fingers of his left hand, which calmed his anxious heart, as if his chaotic and desperate thoughts were being cleared by clear water.

A line of words suddenly flashed in the breakthrough player's mind, haven't you heard that there is always a way out!

He gripped the knife tightly and thrust it straight into the enemy's inner thigh, causing the latter to groan in pain.

Taking advantage of the enemy's relaxed moment, the breakthrough fighter took the initiative and pushed the opponent down, then quickly followed up with his left hand holding the knife and stabbed it into the enemy's eyeball.

Perhaps the depth of the piercing hole was not enough, the Tartar decisively abandoned his helmet, held the blade of the breakthrough hand with both hands, and tried his best to prevent the tip of the knife from going deeper.

"Just think of it as your brother and use a heavy punch on the Tartars!" A familiar voice suddenly appeared in the breakthrough hand's mind. It was Ajie who died in battle and possessed his body.

"He is not even afraid of the fourth natural disaster. He is no longer an ordinary Tartar. We must deal a heavy blow!" Lu Xiaobu "followed" Ajie and drilled into the breakthrough hand.

"You're a breakthrough expert, don't stop charging, kill!"

Huang Zilong's "Heroic Spirit" also joined the "Personal Chat Room", and even Liu Changsheng, Jiang Xiaobai, Wu Litou... these brothers who played together also came.

Even though they had just died in battle, they still cheered for the breakthrough player.

The breakthrough player was deeply moved and felt like something in his body was about to overflow.

With tears in his eyes, he continued to dig deeper, holding the knife in one hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist, hammering down the handle like a hammer. "The heroic spirits of my brothers are watching me. Don't underestimate the bond between me and my brothers!"

Perhaps it was because his right fist was blessed with the weight of several heroic spirits, or perhaps it was because the saliva from the mouth of the breakthrough hand blocked the Tartar's other eye, causing the Tartar to fail to exert force.

The blade finally pierced the eyeball and went into the brain. The Tartar, who had been struggling for a few seconds, suddenly lost his strength, like a display screen that loses power instantly when the battery is removed.

"Haha! I made a breakthrough!" The breakthrough hand picked up the lost steel knife and stood up from the muddy spot, with half of his body covered with mud and blood.

"Charge!" The breakthrough man continued to carry forward the breakthrough spirit of the shooting game, holding a steel knife and killing more Tatars with the "will" of his brothers.

More than 3,000 players killed the Tatars and forced them to retreat step by step. The two sides fought fiercely for a while, and many Ming troops also came from the left and right wings to fill in the gaps.

As the blood and fire in the center gradually died down, the Ming army was able to quickly step over the embers and attack the Tatars in the front.

The appearance of the Ming army's fresh forces was like a heavy hammer hitting the Tartars' waist and abdomen, causing them to collapse instantly.

Thousands of Tatars fled in all directions like frightened cockroaches. After running a few hundred steps, they were reorganized by generals and officers with butcher knives.

However, each reorganization no longer had the same morale as the previous one, and it collapsed faster and faster.

At the same time, the gradually advancing central battlefield made Li Mu happy. He felt a sense of accomplishment in having dealt a heavy blow to Huang Taiji in person.

The effect he expected was to delay the enemy in the center, and when the enemy's physical strength was almost exhausted, he would send in new forces to encircle the enemy's flanks.

Players who died in battle on the front lines and have sufficient energy can also join this "encirclement team".

He didn't expect that more than 10,000 people were defeated by more than 20,000 people, and they were about to chase them to the trench area on the south side of the garrison.

As long as they crossed the trench and reached the wall of the garrison, they could instantly gain more than 10,000 additional manpower, and the strategic plan of encircling the main force of the Tatars would be closer.

I wonder what expressions Huang Taiji and Zhu Youjian would show when they saw the battlefield they commanded...

"Continue the artillery bombardment of the enemy's left and right flanks. I want the Tartars to only hide on the north side of the garrison!"

The artillery, which had been silent for a while, continued to bombard, and the whistling sound of shells flying through the sky could be heard from time to time.

Suddenly, Li Mu seemed to see some moving figures, and moved the telescope to look over there -

More than 10,000 cavalrymen poured out from the left wing on the north side of the garrison. They circled half a circle around the center of the battlefield to avoid grenades, like a torrent breaking through the riverbed, and stood still on the left wing of the battlefield.

By looking at the flags held high by the enemy, Li Mu could tell that these were not mounted infantry, but the elite cavalry that were left of the Eight Banners Army!
There were more than 10,000 infantrymen following slowly behind the cavalry. They waited until the infantry were in place before the riders urged their horses to march forward.

Li Mu wondered to himself, could it be that Huang Taiji saw that he was about to lift the siege of Dujiatun, so he sent 30,000 infantry and cavalry to attack his main camp?
But his own camp's defenses were perfect: a large array of mule carts, trenches, chevaux de frise, elite soldiers, and even resurrection banners...

Unless Huang Taiji completely gave up his obsession with capturing the emperor and sent out all his infantry and cavalry to attack his main camp, he would not be able to break in at all.

Until the Tartar infantry and cavalry closed the distance by several miles, the visible trajectory of their movement pointed in one direction—

The food supply route behind Li Mu.

Thirty thousand infantry and cavalry charged forward. The auxiliary troops defending the camp might be able to hold it, but the soldiers protecting the food supply route could not withstand the swift attack.

Once the enemy breaks through the food supply route, it will be like the wires connecting an electrical appliance to the power source being cut off. The more than 10,000 auxiliary soldiers in the rear row will be unable to compete with the 30,000 Tatars.

Li Mu's army ended up being surrounded and depleted of food supplies.

Although Li Mu could call on the food supply from the mall and was not afraid of the Tartars' siege tactics, he would rather avoid the attack if possible given the disadvantageous situation.

Li Mu secretly sighed that Huang Taiji was indeed experienced. The feint attack in the center was just a "feigned retreat" to lure the Ming army into a deeper attack and thus split the enemy's position. Once the enemy's motives were discovered, one had to adjust one's own tactics in a timely manner.

"The vanguard troops cease their pursuit and immediately form a battle formation and withdraw to their main camp in an orderly manner. Half of the artillery fire immediately ceases fire and targets the Tatar infantry and cavalry attacking from the left wing..."

Li Mu ordered all the more than 4,000 players who were on standby or resurrected in the main camp to step out and join forces with the 3,000 new and old players on the grain route to block the enemy's infantry and cavalry.

Even if one life is exchanged for another, it will be a great loss for the Tartar cavalry!

"Attack!"

More than 7,000 people gathered from the north and south, and the square formation of thousands of people that was originally assembled briefly suddenly split into more than ten small square formations of hundreds of people.

The pleasant sounds of bamboo flutes and war drums echoed in the ears. The relaxing tunes made the solemn and murderous battlefield clear. Players followed the beats of the war drums and moved forward in neat steps.

Seven thousand new and old players remained calm and gradually moved to the center of the enemy on the left wing. Even the newbies who didn't understand the formation knew to follow their teammates like in military training.

"One two one, one two one..."

All the players vaguely recalled twelve years of queuing and doing drills, as well as the formations and marching during university military training. Some university military training even included military drills and shooting events.

There were tens of thousands of "audiences" in front and behind the battle formation, casting their eyes in front and behind them.

The seven thousand two hundred and twelve players held their heads high, proud and proud, feeling the burning gazes of tens of thousands of eyes around them. It seemed that it was not a strong murderous intent, but a respect and admiration that made them feel ashamed of themselves.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The thunderous clatter of hooves echoed across the battlefield, shaking the vast earth. Over ten thousand cavalrymen rushed out through the gaps in the infantry lines, their horses neighing and their men whinnying.

The view was filled with over ten thousand cavalrymen, like a colorful torrent flowing across a black riverbed. Mud mixed with hay was splashed up, and the iron-studded hooves of the horses made a terrifying sound that was as shocking as thunder.

The black torrent seemed to carry an unstoppable murderous intent, determined to crush all obstacles on its path into dust.

The twelve phalanxes walked straight out for two and a half miles, like twelve stubborn stones thrown into a stream, and each phalanx was at least a hundred steps apart.

The cavalry team directly opposite them, raising a cloud of dust, almost filled the entire field of vision, with no end in sight.

"This is the spectacular sight of a massive cavalry charge! If tens of thousands of cavalry charged at once, wouldn't even the heavens and earth be shaken to pieces?"

Huang Zilong only felt his internal organs rumbling in his chest, as if a large-scale concert was being held.

Even though Li Mu was several miles away, he could still feel the shocking momentum of tens of thousands of cavalrymen advancing rapidly.

"Hollow square!" The captain of each small square shouted to change the formation. The old players were like robots that received orders, skillfully leading the newcomers to change the formation.

The players in the front row squatted down, placed their shields flat on the ground, and gripped their sharp spears to thrust diagonally into the air.

The veteran players in the second and third rows continued to thrust out their lances or held up their loaded matchlock guns and crossbows.

The flintlock rifles and turtledove guns are basically given to the vanguard, and the remaining reserves are kept in the main camp, leaving only the regular Ming army bird guns for this player's troops to use.

Newbies are placed in the last row and in the hollow square formation on standby.

More than ten thousand cavalrymen were like a wedge-shaped wave. The cavalrymen in the front row gradually sped up, while the riders in the back row waved their scimitars and shouted, following closely behind the cavalrymen in the front.

Artillery shells whizzed past overhead, piercing the chests of cavalrymen or gnashing the front hooves of warhorses. Warhorses that fell forward would also trip the cavalrymen behind them, and the riders thrown into the air would scream in surprise and fall to the ground unconscious with a thud.

The horses behind followed closely and trampled the unconscious people to death without distinction.

Duoduo was also among the charging cavalry. The more than ten thousand cavalrymen were unstoppable with their momentum.

He knew very well that the enemy's sharp bird guns could shoot very far, so he covered all the cavalry in the front row with double layers of short armor, and even the horses' heads were covered with a set of customized chain mail.

Although the Qing Dynasty did not have heavy cavalry in the strict sense, the front row of this cavalry team could be considered half heavy cavalry.

As long as they can cross the blood line woven by the enemy's bird guns, it will be a one-sided massacre. The thin hollow square formation can't withstand the thundering attack of the Qing cavalry!
He wanted to avenge the defeat in Fuzhou and Xiongyueyi!

He wanted to chop off the enemy commander's head with his own sword!
Another round of artillery roars sounded in the distance, and screams were heard behind him instantly. Duoduo knew without looking back that the cavalry behind him were dead and wounded.

The cavalry has entered the speed-up stage. Once they charge, there is no room for retreat. The cavalry charging from behind is equivalent to forcing the riders in front to rush forward desperately.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" The riders' strange cries were like devilish sounds, which meant that the riders in the front row entered the sprint stage.

The riders in front gradually became sparse, and Duoduo's vision suddenly became clear. The hollow square formations of the enemy soldiers were not "empty shells", but porcupines covered with sharp thorns.

The "heavy cavalry" in the front row had already approached the enemy. Just when Duoduo thought that the riders in front could win the first battle, he heard the sound of bird guns exploding like popping beans, and the hollow square formation spewed out white mist that blocked the vision, and the screams of the falling riders came one after another.

The sound of a large number of people shouting and horses neighing made Duoduo realize that the cavalry in the front row not only failed to break into the hollow square formation, but also had many of them killed by the enemy's musketeers.

Dodge!

There was no need for Duoduo to turn his horse's head. The warhorse under his crotch also followed its instinct for survival and quickly bypassed the sharp forest in front that frightened the horses.

Duoduo accidentally glanced at the phalanx and saw several "heavy cavalry" breaking into the enemy's phalanx and knocking several people away, causing a brief chaos.

However, the cavalry who had lost their impact were like lambs to be slaughtered. Several enemy soldiers rushed forward, pulled the double-armored flag bearers off the horses' backs like unloading goods, and hacked them to death with their swords, and then quickly closed the gap in the front row.

When Duoduo rode around one phalanx, he would encounter another. All the hollow phalanxes thrust out spears and lances, and fired bird guns, bows and crossbows.

Damn Han dog!
It turned out that they were more than a hundred steps apart from each other because they were afraid that the arrows would accidentally hit their own people, and the Qing cavalry walking between the square formations could only be beaten.

"Fight back!" Many generals and officers drew their bows and arrows, relying on mounted archery to fight back, but such counterattacks only hit the shields and were completely inferior to the continuous shooting from guns and crossbows.

Dodo, surrounded by hundreds of cavalrymen, felt as if he was riding a horse into a trap. From time to time, the sound of bird guns spewing gunpowder would be heard, taking away one warrior on horseback after another.

The originally clean land was stained with blood-soaked mud, and the local battlefield was soon shrouded in thick smoke.

The warriors of the Qing Dynasty continued to die in battle, Duoduo's heart was pounding, the large amount of gunpowder smoke emitted by the bird guns obscured his vision, the flag soldiers screamed in pain, the war horses neighed in fear, and the enemy soldiers shouted and roared, like short spears piercing his brain.

Finally, Duoduo relied on the instinct of his warhorse to find the way and ran out of the hollow square. The outside world was clean.

He looked back and saw that the casualties in each hollow square were not great. Instead, the area around the hollow square was filled with the corpses of horses and people. The wounded who were hit by the bird guns screamed in despair, and blood gushed out of the wounds on their bodies.

The stable hollow square formation was like more than ten rocks standing firm in the turbulent black torrent, and from time to time a musketeer would pull the trigger, shooting out flames and smoke, and shooting the arrogant Eight Banners cavalry off their horses.

Duoduo's face was filled with horror. Why could a hollow square formation with less than five rows of people on each side keep the cavalry out?
He escaped from the hollow square, but was met with contradictory soldiers swarming in from the enemy's main camp.

"Someone come here!" Duoduo was horrified. He looked around and called his subordinates, but found that the cavalry around him had already been wiped out while passing through the hollow squares, and the subsequent cavalry had not yet stepped out of this "maze of death".

"Run, you damned beast!"

Duoduo kicked the horse's belly hard, telling the beast under him to run away quickly. However, the warhorse was too frightened just now, and was upset by Duoduo's indiscriminate beating and kicking. It raised its front hooves, stood up on its hind legs, and formed a 60-degree angle with the ground, and directly dropped Duoduo from its back.

Dodo, who was wearing iron armor, fell heavily off his horse. He stood up with great difficulty, but he was no longer able to fight. However, the spearmen who were coming out would not give him time to rest.

The Ming army rushed forward with spears in hand, and several spears stabbed him from the front.

"Ah..." Duoduo wanted to scream in pain, but no sound came out. The coldness of despair enveloped him.

The spear was pulled back, and the wound on his chest continued to bleed into the ground. Duoduo staggered back a few steps, turned his body with the last bit of his strength, and looked towards the smoke-filled battlefield on the left wing.

This time, almost half of the cavalry who did not coordinate with the infantry were lost, and the total number of casualties continued to rise.

The Ming army, armed with spears and shields, rushed out of the main camp and passed by Duoduo one after another.

They shouted loudly to support the Black Flag Camp and the Beiwei Army to kill the Tatars, just like cleaners cleaning up the fish that had escaped the "hollow square formation".

Duoduo stared at the front intently. Every cavalryman who rushed out of the hollow square formation was like a frightened white rabbit fleeing in panic, and was stabbed into a hornet's nest by the spears of the Ming army who were well-rested.

The once high-ranking Eight Banners masters died without dignity at the hands of the Ming army, whom they had once defeated, like rotten vegetable leaves in a stinking ditch.

"kill!"

The roar of the Ming army echoed in his ears. Duoduo's whole body stiffened and his knees softened as he knelt on the ground.

Before he fell to his knees, he saw the Eight Banners infantry following the cavalry coming towards him, led by the firearms battalion carefully built by Huang Taiji.

Before Duoduo died, the corners of his mouth raised twice.

Even though he didn't use firearms much, he knew that a hollow square formation was not as good as a horizontal formation and could only exert a quarter of the firepower.

If the two sides engage in combat and fire at each other, the side with greater firepower coverage will naturally have a greater advantage.

As long as this group of elite troops broke through the rear of the Ming army, cut off the enemy's food supplies, surrounded all the enemies and consumed all their food.

When the enemy is tired, hungry and weak, the Qing Dynasty will be able to defeat the Han dogs and take revenge without any effort!
We can still recapture Liaodong and restore the prestige of the Qing Dynasty.

"My Qing Dynasty is invincible in the world!" Duoduo roared to Zuo Yi in his heart, and then his eyes went black and he fell asleep forever.

(End of this chapter)