Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 255 Happy National Day

The shock caused by the Ming army's close volleys was still brewing. The Tatars two or three rows behind were standing there in a daze. Most of the friendly troops in the front row were killed, and the Tatars with their limbs pierced were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The thick smoke that filled the battlefield had not yet dissipated, but the Tartars had already heard the angry roars of the Ming army.

The smoke was violently torn apart, and what rushed in were not enemy soldiers, but a "pig-killing monster" with red eyes and a ferocious face.

They stepped over the seriously injured but not dead Tatars, trampled the wild boar skins on the ground to death with their feet, and did not even bother to bend down to finish them off.

The Tatars, who did not even have time to flee, were forced to fight with the Ming army.

"Ajie" slammed into the outer Tartar and knocked him over. Just as he was about to raise his sword to stab, his brother behind him followed closely and stabbed him in the stomach with a javelin. However, he delayed the stab of the enemy and only received one assist.

Ajie cursed inwardly as a "human-headed dog" and then faced a wounded Tartar with an arrow stuck in his right shoulder near the chest.

He swung his sword but was blocked by the opponent, who then decisively pulled out the arrow from his shoulder, drawing a stream of blood, and fiercely inserted it into his chest.

The arrow pierced the gap in the cloth armor, but the wooden pole broke instantly.

"Looking for death!" "Ajie" slapped the Tartar in the face with his backhand. His palm was like a sledgehammer, knocking out several of the Tartar's good teeth and causing the corners of his mouth to crack and bleed.

The red warning frame in the visual field flashed, and the pain of the arrow piercing his chest stimulated the secretion of adrenaline in his body. Ajie pulled out the broken arrow from his chest, as if he was pulling out a short-handled knife.

He swung his sword, but the Tartar blocked it with his own. He then thrust his arrow, but the Tartar still held his wrist tightly, and the two sides remained in a stalemate.

"Where are my teammates! Come help, Renma Dog!"

However, the proportion of Bayara in this Tatar heavy infantry corps was quite high. They were originally trying to flee but were caught up by the players and had to fight back with all their might to survive.

The players around were either chasing the fleeing soldiers like hunting, or wrestling with the caught Tatars, shouting "blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne" as they fought.

Players kill Tartars one-on-one or in groups against one, using swords and hammers to chop and smash, using gun butts to hit the enemy's vital parts, or picking up gravel on the ground and smashing it into the enemy's mouth and nose.

Even if someone could help him, they would be far away.

The howling cries of killing drowned out the cries for help, and Ajie realized that he could only break the situation by himself.

Perhaps it was a sudden inspiration, but before Ajie's brain gave any instructions, his body had already used his head as a weapon.

"Look at my iron head skills!"

He had long wanted to try whether the wild boar's head was much harder than that of an ordinary person. The result was not beyond his expectation. The head was made of the same bones, and after several collisions, both of them had bruises.

But it was obvious that Ajie was the "King of Crash Resistance", and the feeling of dizziness was dispelled in just a moment.

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy was dizzy and trying to cooperate, Ajie shot a short arrow, hitting the Tartar's throat, and then kicked the Tartar away.

The seriously injured Tartar fell to the ground with his head raised, covering the wound on his throat while squeezing out his remaining strength to grab the knife and throw it out.

He threw the sword that he pinned his hopes on but it didn't hit Ajie. He could only feel resentment and close his eyes unwillingly.

"Heh, you think your mediocre skills are enough to fight your grandfather to the death?"

Although Ajie kept mocking them, he had to admit that these elite Tartars were incredibly brave and formidable. If he were a new player who had just arrived, he would have been killed by them.

He gripped the hilt of the knife with his elbow and pulled hard, and the remaining flesh and blood on the blade adhered to the cloth.

After a short but fierce battle, the cowardly and brave Tatars were selected. The former fled for their lives, while the latter were killed by the players in a fatal fight.

Thousands of Tatars, having lost their will to fight, fled northward like a group of foraging wild boars frightened by gunfire.

Ajie sheathed his sword, grasped his shoulder strap, took off his musket, and quickly loaded the ammunition. Then, holding the loaded musket, he stepped over the bodies of both the enemy and us, deliberately taking a long detour and hitting the enemy's chin like a right hook.

He blocked the route that the fleeing soldiers had to take on their flanks, holding his musket level in front of his face.

boom!
As a thick cloud of gunpowder billowed out, Ajie suddenly heard the crackling sound of sporadic bird gunfire around him.

The Tatars once again left behind hundreds of wounded and dead bodies. The remaining defeated soldiers had begun to go crazy, taking off their helmets and throwing them away, cutting the ropes of their armor and removing them.

The battlefield on the left wing was littered with corpses of people and horses, extending from an open space several miles from the seashore to three miles outside the Ming army's main camp. Swords, spears, bows, shields, helmets and flags were also scattered all over the ground.

The 30,000 infantry and cavalry sent by the Tatars were defeated, and the military pressure on Li Mu's left wing was instantly relieved. As a result of the decline in strength, the Tatars even lost their combat power on paper and fell into an absolute numerical disadvantage.

The Ming army's central troops had already launched an attack following the orange smoke and were approaching the trenches on the south side of the garrison.

The Ming army's left wing firearms battalion beat drums and blew bugles to reorganize.

This group of tough men, who had endured several rounds of volleys and launched a hand-to-hand charge, had already left behind thousands of corpses, but their mental state and organization were still as high as before the war.

They formed dozens of horizontal squares and marched diagonally from the left wing towards the garrison. The singing in the ranks could even cross the entire battlefield.

The main camp of the Ming army also dispatched more than 10,000 soldiers and horses to assist the right wing of the Ming army in attacking the garrison, and the auxiliary troops in the rear granary quickly went north to take over the vacancy.

Even the position of the Ming army commander began to move, and the black banner was like a black dragon, swimming forward on the blue sky and clouds.

The speed and coordination of tens of thousands of Ming troops far surpassed that of the era. Like a giant bulldozer, they pushed the retreating Qing army northward, gradually pressing towards the garrison...

The prospect of the Qing army camp being surrounded seemed imminent.

"Master! We are defeated."

The Eight Banners soldiers, their faces covered in blood, rushed over and knelt in front of the wooden platform.

The shrill and sorrowful wail was like a spear piercing Huang Taiji's chest.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the tragic situation of the "assault infantry and cavalry", where more than 30,000 people were torn to pieces by the Ming army of less than 10,000 people.

Is it that the combat effectiveness of the Qing warriors has declined significantly, or is it that the elite of the Black Flag Camp are unstoppable!
Is it the true truth that if there are less than 10,000 black flags, they are invincible if there are 10,000?

He tried his best to gather an army of nearly 100,000, and even did not have time to recall Dorgon and Jirgalang who were invading Korea. He concentrated his forces to attack the remaining 80,000 troops of the Southern Dynasty emperor.

Excluding the garrison guarding the grain route, the enemy had no more than 50,000 attacking troops.

How could his army of 80,000 be defeated by 50,000 people!
why!
This gamble was related to the destiny of the Ming and Qing dynasties. Huang Taiji seemed to sell all his belongings, mortgage his property, plunder the savings of his family, borrow a large amount of money, and invest it all in the stock market with the determination to bet everything, hoping to change the fate of his family and advance his class in one battle.

As a result, the stock market plummeted, his stocks were forced to be closed, all his funds vanished into thin air, and even his originally comfortable life was ruined.

One thought leads to heaven, one thought leads to hell.

The imminent capture of the Southern Dynasty emperor formed a sharp contrast with the disintegrating destiny of the Qing Dynasty. Huang Taiji could not bear the blow of the crushing defeat. His mind went blank and he was unable to process what was happening.

Huang Taiji was unwilling to give up. He kicked Ligdan Khan, punched the Joseon Dynasty, marched north to attack the wild Jurchens, and repeatedly sent troops into the pass to plunder the Southern Dynasty, as if he was trying to complete the puzzle pieces to rule the Central Plains.

However, the struggle plan of more than ten years was shattered by the sudden emergence of the Black Flag Battalion.

Why do I fail even though I work hard and take every step carefully?

If God could give him a chance to start over, he would never underestimate the Black Flag Camp or the Beiwei Army again. He would devote all his strength and send out all the elite troops to kill all the elite soldiers of the Black Flag Camp.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

He had no chance to start over, nor any magic way to reverse today's defeat.

Although he was unwilling to accept the defeat and felt that the enemy commander was timid in deploying his troops and lacked the courage to fight to the death, he had to admit that the enemy had well-trained troops, equipped their troops with bird guns on a large scale, and had a group of fearless soldiers who maximized the power of their firearms.

The enemy commander's command ability seems average at the moment, but he has a natural talent for attacking rhythm. He will surely become a "god general" in the coming days...

Huang Taiji shook his head, trying to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, but these thoughts were like tangled wool wrapped around his brain.

He no longer possessed the reserve and composure of an emperor. His frail body seemed to be recovering from a moment of recuperation. He took a few dejected steps forward, muttering to himself like a madman, "Impossible! I will not lose... I still have nearly 50,000 soldiers and horses, and the brave warriors of the Qing Dynasty fighting for me!"

Even a group of guards who had never led troops knew that this 50,000-strong army was mixed with many defeated soldiers who had just retreated from the front line and were of no use at all.

There were also several thousand bannermen who were monitoring the Han prisoners.

When the Ming army surrounded and attacked, these defeated soldiers would inevitably lead to the collapse of other soldiers.

Some beile and beizi, mad with defeat, rushed to Huang Taiji's feet, still roaring, "Your Majesty, let us lead the charge one more time! As long as we kill the enemy's commander in battle, we can turn defeat into victory!"

In fact, their direct troops suffered heavy losses, and even if they wanted to fight, they would not have many soldiers available, unless each family integrated their elite troops under centralized command.

At present, the only one who has the prestige to lead the troops and has a very high winning rate is Huang Taiji himself, but the emperor's body is exhausted and he can't bear the fatigue of the battlefield.

If the emperor commanded from behind, he would not be able to convey command information in time and would be defeated by the Ming army.

"Our army has been defeated." An unknown prince sighed, and the other princes and princes had to admit this damn fact. Huang Taiji finally realized the "truth".

The four words "our army was defeated" were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Huang Taiji spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down, falling into a complete coma.

Seeing that the emperor fell into a coma, Hauge was a little at a loss for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

An experienced old prince from one of the Eight Banners of Mongolia waved his hand and gave the order, "Go and kill all the Han captives! Don't leave any of them alive for the Black Banner Army!"

The Han prisoners were almost forced into the tunnels, and only one-tenth of the archers were needed to shoot them to death.

Arrows flew through the air, screams and pleas for mercy rang out one after another, and one Ming soldier after another died tragically under the arrows.

Hauge stared blankly at the battlefield ahead. The central vanguard of the Ming army had already reached the foot of Tunbu City, and a large number of Eight Banners soldiers were defeated at the first touch.

The defeated soldiers threw away their armor and weapons, and fled shouting and screaming towards the gap in the encirclement that had not yet been closed, running faster than a pony.

With a loud bang, the shell made a unique sound trajectory in the air, from far to near, and suddenly landed behind the flank of the garrison, exploding into a flower of fire, and dust and mud like cement powder flew everywhere.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of bird guns firing had penetrated deep into the periphery of the central army camp. One of the bullets was different from ordinary matchlock guns. It had a longer range and flew two hundred steps, directly hitting a guard who was surrounding Huang Taiji.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded from his chest. The guard groaned and fell to the ground with his head raised, wearing a dirty cloth armor.

"Your Highness Haoge, please take the emperor away! The enemy is coming!"

A prince from the imperial clan drew the sword from his waist and organized a group of Bayala to go forward to meet the enemy.

The leader of the banner was killed, and all the Bayala guards were buried alive. They could only fight for their lives to find a way to escape.

"Help Your Majesty mount your horse! If the enemy army forms a circle, we won't be able to escape..."

The guards quickly carried the heavy Huang Taiji off the wooden platform, and then carried the emperor onto a good horse.

Oboi then jumped on the horse and tied himself and the emperor tightly with ropes.

The other princes and nobles also ran to their horses and called for their guards and servants to come and protect them.

With the low shouts of horses, countless Eight Banners soldiers who had lost their will to fight mounted their horses and fled north. Even those auxiliary soldiers and infantry who did not have time to ride horses threw away their flags and shields and followed them in their escape.

They will cross Guangningwei, walk out of the long-destroyed border wall, and flee to the vast Khorchin grassland...

Thousands of loyal guards brandished swords and rushed towards the swarming Ming army, using their lives to form a wall of flesh and blood to block the Ming army.

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The countless corpses of the dead filled the view. The war horses that had lost their masters stopped in place, lowered their heads to nibble on the hay to satisfy their hunger, and from time to time raised their heads and neighed to the sky.

Thousands of noisy Ming army auxiliary soldiers rushed to the rescue and hacked at the tens of thousands of Tartar wounded.

The soldiers in the rear who arrived late searched for a long time but did not find a single survivor. They could only lament and stab the enemy's corpses with their swords, trying to get their swords stained with blood and get some assists on the battlefield.

Li Mu rode his warhorse across the battlefield filled with smoke and the smell of blood, watching the auxiliary soldiers working hard, watching the black flags and black-bordered flags planted on the top of the garrison city, watching the scattered soldiers regroup and move forward continuously, filling the gradually closing encirclement.

"Marshal!" Hu Dawei came galloping on his warhorse, like a child welcoming his father home with toys.

Blood splattered on his armor and helmet. He dismounted, panting, and knelt on one knee to block Li Mu's horse.

"Marshal! Our army has completed the encirclement. There are less than 10,000 enemy soldiers inside. The enemy's main camp is demoralized and has fled north in panic. We... have won!"

Hu Dawei reported military intelligence in front of his horse. Li Mu ate steamed buns and dried black plums while listening carefully to the moving expressions of his subordinates who had finally come out of their hardships.

Hu Dawei raised his head and tears flowed from his eyes.

Li Mu seemed to see awe and admiration in the other's eyes, just like a tamed wolf lowering its proud head to its master.

They once fought side by side along the banks of the Ji River, and Hu Dawei admired him. Then, when he heard that Li Mu had won great victories in southern Henan and Huangzhou Prefecture, he admired him even more.

Later, I received his financial support from time to time, and this admiration among comrades gradually evolved into a "restraint" between superiors and subordinates.

And today, Li Mu led them to defeat the Tatars who had superior numbers without any assistance.

Not only did they save the lives of most of the soldiers, but they also successfully defeated the main force of the Tatars that threatened Liaodong. After that, they recovered the entire Liaodong territory with almost no obstacles. Everyone's achievements became famous throughout the world!

All this is thanks to Marshal Li’s command ability. It was he who brought victory to everyone, just like the sun shining its warm light.

The ever-victorious governor is indeed extraordinary!

Li Mu dismounted after hearing the report, then held Hu Dawei's elbow and helped him up. "General Hu and all the soldiers, thank you for your hard work."

"As long as we can defeat the Tartars, no matter how hard or tiring it is, it won't be hard at all."

"The dead soldiers must be properly buried..." Li Mu said, "Select the remaining 10,000 soldiers and pursue the defeated enemy on horseback. Each soldier should have two horses... Don't be stingy with the horses, the enemy has left behind many horses and livestock. Chase north for three days, and return immediately regardless of any gains!"

"Yes, sir!" Hu Dawei had already regarded the young Left General as his own commander-in-chief, and he would obey any order from the commander-in-chief.

"Wait." Li Mu called out to Hu Dawei, "General Hu and his men have fought hard, so let others handle the pursuit."

"What the Marshal said is true..." Hu Dawei grinned, feeling a warm feeling in his heart.

The Marshal, a brilliant general who will surely be knighted after this battle, actually still has the mind to consider the fatigue of these soldiers. He really understands human nature.

Hu Dawei had to admit that he fell for it. He wanted to kneel down on the spot to express his loyalty to Li Mu and serve the Marshal until his death.

Hu Dawei turned and left, passing the Marshal's order to others.

The three generals who still had strength left quickly assembled 10,000 soldiers and horses and pursued northward. They knew that this was an opportunity given by Li Mu to make merit. If they could capture slave owners like princes and beile, they would also make great contributions. Therefore, they were grateful to Li Mu.

Surrounded by thousands of soldiers, Li Mu rode his warhorse all the way north. When the soldiers along the way saw Li Mu approaching, they all looked at him with admiration and admiration.

Previous doubts about whether this young commander could shoulder the responsibility of saving the emperor disappeared, and both civil officials and military generals had a new understanding of Li Mu.

The soldiers raised their weapons high and shouted to the heavens. The enthusiastic cheers were like a flood from the sky, becoming unstoppable.

"Marshal Li! Commander Li!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Bathed in the eager and fanatical roar, Li Mu raised the corner of his mouth with an imperceptible arc, and the heroic spirit in his heart soared.

All the soldiers who fought side by side in this battle also remembered his name.

The encirclement of the enemy soldiers was quickly tightened, and all the Eight Banners were killed regardless of their origin and age. Only thousands of Han people and Korean bannermen were left to the Beiwei Army to strengthen their military strength in order to "dominate" Liaodong in the future.

The massacre was going on on the north side of Tunbu, and screams of pain were heard everywhere.

Li Mu rode his warhorse into the garrison, and a group of civil and military officials greeted Li Mu warmly, expressing their gratitude to him for risking his life to lead the army to rescue the king.

If Li Mu had arrived half a day later, I'm afraid Your Majesty would have hanged himself in Dujiatun.

When Li Mu heard this, he suddenly realized that if he had arrived one day later, Zhu Youjian would have been dead, the Ming Dynasty would have entered the Southern Ming era early, and history would have changed drastically.

But then he thought again, he and the Beiwei Army defeated the Qing Dynasty twice in succession, and indirectly commanded the Qihuo Army to wipe out the Ming Dynasty's heavy troops. History had already been messed up by him.

Rather than saying that he is disrupting the course of history, it would be more accurate to say that his every move is writing new history.

When Li Mu came to Zhu Youjian's bed, the latter was still in a coma and dreaming. He was surrounded by a group of civil and military officials with solemn expressions. Wang Chengen was sleeping in a coma in the side room of the house.

Looking at Zhu Youjian's peacefully sleeping face, the 29-year-old emperor already had many wrinkles of worry on his face that showed the characteristics of middle-aged people.

Li Mu thought to himself that you are a leader and your subordinates are fighting outside in a fierce battle. I saved your life and drove away the hungry wolves that occupied Liaodong for you.

You lie here alone until the end of the war. Not only can you not see the wonderful performances of your subordinates, but you can't even say a word of praise when you meet them.

Is this true?

(End of this chapter)