Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 264 You Really Don’t Know What You Are

"Laughing Cat" landed smoothly on the ground, with his parachute stretching out long in the open space behind him. He and his eleven teammates landed one after another, their feet making a thudding sound as they stepped on the ground.

The "Twelve Zodiac Signs" is an elite team formed by Xiaomao himself and gathered together bit by bit.

This team has been active along the Grand Canal, killing corrupt officials, eradicating bandits and pirates, or helping the "Kun Gang" fight against the Cao Gang Group and gain a firm foothold in southern Shandong.

The team originally had a total of thirteen people, but one of the guys was always busy and didn't travel too far.

So everyone could only catch the last train of the Liaodong war with one person missing.

Although airborne operations cannot carry heavy armor and large firearms, the twelve of them joined the game at the beginning and stood out from tens of thousands of players. They are tough men picked from hundreds of thousands, so light armor and cold weapons are enough for them.

Thanks to the gradual strengthening of their physique, strong players have become even stronger. As the captain, "Laughing Cat" is even stronger than a few months ago when the "Red Turban Army caused chaos in Lunan".
Xiaomao untied the parachute rope, revealing the leather armor covered with long and thin tubes, each of which was only two fingers thick.

He had no hands, and no swords tied around his waist or back to kill the enemy. He looked more like a farmer who was trying to catch a pig with his bare hands.

"Is everyone ready?" Xiaomao asked everyone without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the approaching Tartars.

The well-deserved captain gave the order, and the other team members calmly checked their weapons and equipment. The sounds of scraping metal sheets and untying ropes mixed together, and the sounds of drawing swords and knives came one after another.

Two shield guards stood at the front, the heavy archers and javelin throwers were also ready, Xiaomao stood behind everyone, with two teammates with thick waistbands standing on his left and right.

They are like a sharp arrow, eager to shoot into the heart of the enemy.

"Everyone's been waiting impatiently for a long time! Boss, just tell us what tactics we should use."

Xiaomao spread his arms and shrugged, smiling and saying, "Do you see the Tartar's banner? Charge over and take the enemy general's head!"

The order to kill the general and seize the flag was simple and crude, but the eleven unruly "expert players" had no resistance and quickly advanced forward in a stable formation.

The sound of murderous breathing echoed in my ears, and roars and curses were endless.

"Music Mouse" softly hummed the passionate war song of the second dimension, and the tone and lyrics were well-matched. He didn't feel that being trapped behind enemy lines was a suicidal act at all.

"Ahaha, the Han dog is courting his own death!"

Suksaha led ten white-armored Bayalas and ninety Eight Banners soldiers, a total of one hundred people, to fight against the mere Twelve Beiwei Armies.

In Suksaha's opinion, the Beiwei Army was indeed braver than the Ming Army, almost at the level of "one black army against five enemy troops", but that was the elite Beiwei Army fighting against ordinary Eight Banners soldiers.

A mere twelve people could defeat at most sixty Eight Banners soldiers, and the hundred soldiers he led included ten Bayala!
These are elite white-armored soldiers, more than enough to defeat the elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army one on one!

The outcome of the battle had already been decided, and Suksaha didn't even want to fight in person.

He thought that if he stood there and waited for a while, these warriors would be able to bring him back news of victory.

However, just as dozens of warriors gathered around, they heard a sharp whistling sound that broke through the air and came rapidly, and the two flag bearers fell down with a groan.

Suksaha looked closely and saw a man who was hit by an arrow and fell back several steps, as if he had been pierced by a spear in the stomach.

Another man was hit in the arm by a heavy arrow. His broken arm hung at his side at a twisted angle, and he let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

The good feeling of ease was reduced by half, and Suksaha exclaimed that the enemy actually had heavy archers who were more elite than the Eight Banners.

"Shield array!"

The flag bearers holding shields quickly went around the road and formed a human wall in the front row, lowering their bodies and moving forward quickly.

Yet the squad's heavy archers continued to fire.

Each heavy arrow was like a short spear thrown by a giant, or like a bullet fired from a heavy musket, piercing through the shield, sending wood chips flying, piercing the gaps in the armor, tearing open the undercoat and flesh, and penetrating straight into the internal organs.

When the Qing soldiers rushed to a closer distance, the three players took out the javelins on their backs and threw them fiercely in front of them.

The speed of the javelin was so fast and the force was so great that it was like a rain of spears, piercing through the thighs and nailing them to the ground, piercing through the two people in front and behind, splashing blood, or piercing through the forehead of the unlucky person, only three inches away from the eyes of the people in the back row.

There was even a javelin tied with a special firecracker. When the fuse burned out, it triggered the fireworks, and brilliant sparks flew and bloomed under the flag bearer's feet.

Watching the enemy jump in panic made one player laugh foolishly as if a prank had been completed.

The flag bearers roared and charged forward at a faster pace, and the elite squad also drew their close-quarters weapons and engaged in a life-and-death battle.

However, only eleven of the twelve Beiwei soldiers moved forward quickly to fight, and only one person strolled leisurely behind the eleven, as if he regarded the tense battlefield as his own back garden to relax.

This man had nothing in his hands, not even a handy sword.

Especially the man's expression, which was seven parts smile mixed with three parts of nonchalant contempt, as if he was watching a group of grunting pink piglets rushing towards him, without any worry that the piglets would hurt him.

hateful.

Although there was no verbal conflict or eye contact between the two sides, Suksaha felt unprecedented insult.

This is more humiliating than shitting on his head!

It might be difficult to defeat eleven elite enemy soldiers who are both good at attacking and defending, but you alone have neither a bird gun nor a heavy bow, and you don’t even have any weapons. How strong can you be?

Suksaha waved his hand and ordered ten soldiers to follow him on a detour.

He must personally "teach" this ignorant Beiwei Army a lesson so that he can understand the power of the Qing Dynasty!
The sound of fighting between dozens of combat soldiers and white-armored soldiers and the Beiwei army was deafening. Suksaha also approached the unarmed young man with ten people.

As if he was deliberately slowing down his pace to lure people into the trap, the young man soon opened up a distance of dozens of steps from his friendly forces, and was then surrounded by Suksaha's troops on all sides.

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might show mercy and spare your life!"

Suksaha spoke in his not-so-fluent Chinese, but the young man in front of him turned a deaf ear to him, with a hint of mockery still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! Kill him for me!"

At Suksaha's command, ten soldiers rushed forward to fight.

Even if this person had three heads and six arms, he couldn't defeat the siege of ten flagmen with just his fists, right?
Suddenly, the unarmed "Laughing Cat" moved. He pulled his hands down behind his back, and held two "short sticks" that looked like swords but were not swords tightly in his hands.

He quickly flashed in front of the front Qing soldier and stayed there for a moment as if he was feeding the Qing soldiers.

Only a series of subtle muffled sounds were heard, as if something sharp had pierced the flesh, and blood was flowing down the cheek from the wound.

The other flagmen quickly surrounded him to fill in the gaps and fight, but he used the enemy's body to spin half a circle, as if he was dancing tango with his "dance partner".

The enemy was afraid of killing their own people, so they had to stop halfway, but the young man captured the brief details.

He ruthlessly abandoned his dance partner to a Tartar, then threw a "short stick" at the enemy on the left, hitting him in the cheek, causing him to scream in pain, and then engaged another enemy in close combat.

"Ahhh!" The other party seemed to be entangled by a snake demon. He screamed in fear and quickly swung his knife to chop his waist.

He quickly used his right hand to hold the dagger tightly against his waist. A warning sound of pain came through the system prompt. With his left hand, he held the second dagger tightly and stabbed it out diagonally, piercing the enemy's neck.

The moment the warm blood splashed on his face, Xiaomao gave up the two daggers and pulled out two new ones from the slender holsters.

He supported the staggering wounded, as if toying with a large "blood-red water gun," his mouth occasionally making splashing sounds. Feelings of being toyed with and humiliated surged in their hearts, and several flag soldiers flew into a rage. Without caring about accidentally injuring their teammates, they stabbed the wounded man's throat with their knives, penetrating several inches and escaping.

Xiaomao nimbly retreated to avoid the stab, then pushed the injured person out fiercely and continued to throw the dagger to attack the enemy's face.

However, this time the enemy had obviously adapted to Xiaomao's combo routine and chose to dodge sideways or raise the knife to block the attack, but this was exactly what Xiaomao wanted.

While the enemy was defending himself, he took a step forward and crashed into the enemy's chest and abdomen. He hooked one of the enemy's heels with his foot, exerted force with both hands and waist, and threw the enemy to the ground. Then he aimed at the enemy's eyes with a dagger.

He used his left hand like a hammer to strike the base of his right hand holding the sword three times until the hilt touched his eyelashes.

Ten soldiers fought with "Xiao Mao" for a long time, sometimes breaking the encirclement, and sometimes readjusting the encirclement around Xiao Mao.

Suksaha was confused by the strange situation. "What are you still standing there for? Kill him!"

As the first Qing soldier lost his balance and fell to the ground, Suksaha saw that there was a long and thin dagger stuck in the soldier's right eye.

The guard of the dagger almost touched the eyelid, which meant that the entire blade of the dagger went straight into the brain along the eyeball.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After a thrilling fight, all the Qing soldiers surrounding the young man fell one after another.

Without exception, everyone's eyes, cheeks, and neck were pierced by sharp daggers, and the instigator was holding two bloody daggers in his hands.

Ten guards died in battle one after another, leaving Suksaha alone on the battlefield of dozens of steps in radius.

The young man raised his eyes and glared at Suksaha, his eyes filled with contempt, but now mixed with the murderous intent of a carnivore staring at its prey.

Suksaha couldn't help but shudder all over. The intense fear suppressed in his blood turned into sweat that seeped out of his pores and soaked through his underwear in a moment.

"Ah!" Suksaha couldn't help but scream.

This person is not a weakling who is alone, but a hunter disguised as prey!
Ten Eight Banners soldiers disappeared like snowflakes in his hands in an instant. One can imagine how strong his real combat power is.

This person cannot be dealt with by ten soldiers. It takes thirty people to subdue this monster!

"Here comes someone!"

Suksaha, sweating profusely, shouted loudly, but failed to get any help despite calling out several times.

When he looked back, he saw a terrifying scene that made his hair stand on end.

Dozens of brave soldiers who were fighting fiercely just now were now almost turned into corpses lying on the ground, and more than ten of them fled in a panic in the direction they came.

There were actually ten members of this Beiwei Army team still standing. The two sitting next to the house had only minor injuries on their arms and waists, and were wrapping their wounds with rags to stop the bleeding.

A dying Bayala was stabbed in the throat with a dagger.

After killing the man, the Beiwei soldier drew out his dagger, placed the bloody blade to his lips, and licked it with his tongue. "The wild boar's blood is really smelly..."

A hundred soldiers were defeated by twelve people?
Suksaha suddenly heard the young man speaking clearly in Chinese from far away.

"Face, throat, armpits, crotch, heels... every weak spot is protected by the mortal's increasingly comprehensive armor. It's like a mortal crawling into an iron barrel, beating up anyone without armor. But even the strongest defense has weaknesses. No matter how carefully the armor protects, there is always a place that must be exposed - the eyes."

Xiaomao held the bloody dagger tightly in both hands and moved closer to Suksaha. Suksaha screamed and subconsciously swung the sword backwards, but Xiaomao dodged it by contracting his abdomen.

"You are much slower than me. Even if you put yourself in armor, I can still stab your brain with my dagger—"

As soon as Xiaomao finished speaking, he rushed forward like an arrow. Before Suksaha could scream, the swift young man got close to his face.

The sharp dagger reflecting the sunlight covered his vision like a sharp thorn, growing from small to large until it pierced his eyeball and penetrated his entire brain.

Xiaomao gently pushed away Suksaha, who had lost consciousness, and let the dagger fall with the dead man.

He raised his hand to one of the dozens of long tubes on his chest and slowly pulled out another sharp and slender dagger, like pulling out an iron pick with a guard.

"That's all for the warm-up appetizers. Now it's time for the main course."

Xiaomao raised his dagger and pointed it forward. The fierce murderous intent seemed to cross the battlefield and reach Abai on the wall.

Abai shuddered all over, as if cold air had penetrated into the gaps in his armor.

Abai was hesitating to ignore the remaining "heavenly soldiers" of Yizhou and lead all the bannermen out of the city to fight the last wave, when he saw the bannermen with blood all over their faces rolling and crawling in front of him.

"Master, the Beiwei Army is coming here!"

"Asshole!" Abai growled in frustration. The situation was tense and no room for error was open. "I've been keeping an eye on the battlefield on the other side. Although some soldiers have retreated, none have completely collapsed. Don't let this ruin our morale! As long as we kill all the Han dogs who have jumped out, we can march out of the city and kill the enemy!"

"It's the enemy from the east of the city! They killed Lord Suksaha and are heading this way!"

"what?"

Suksaha commanded a hundred men, how could he be defeated by twelve people?
Abai turned around in disbelief, picked up the telescope and looked around.

Fierce battles broke out in various parts of the city. The Qing army won in some areas, but in some places they were suppressed by the enemy and had to deploy more troops to defeat them.

Sure enough, he then saw twelve enemy soldiers rushing towards the wall, fighting off the scattered Eight Banners soldiers along the way as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

The soldiers around him were either out of the city to provide support or scattered within the city to fight the enemy. At one time, there were less than two hundred soldiers gathered around him, and they were scattered on various sections of the city wall. It would take time to call them back.

How did the situation that was tense just now suddenly turn into a disaster?

There were clearly only a few hundred enemies who jumped down, and there were only twelve in the east of the city!

How could his carefully planned tactical layout be destroyed by just twelve people!
"Master, please leave the city quickly! The two princes' main forces in Seoul are intact, and we still have a chance to make a comeback!"

However, Abai was only tripped by unwillingness for a moment before he heard the servant beside him groan and fall down, an arrow stuck in his chest, mumbling, "Master... hurry up..."

Abai shook his head and drew the sword from his waist helplessly.

The guards around him reminded Abai to escape, saying that as long as he circled the enemy along the wall, the enemy would not be able to take away the credit for killing him.

The flagmen on each section of the wall ran back desperately. But Abai had no intention of escaping, much less of running around the wall like a dog, under the gaze of thousands of people nearby.

Although he was born out of wedlock, he is a member of the Aisin-Gioro clan after all, and he cannot bring shame to the family!

The "madman team" that lost its combat effectiveness in the middle of the battle still had ten people. They walked up to the city wall on the horse path, and the javelins and heavy arrows in their hands had been used up long ago.

They drew their rapiers and swords, and formed a handsome battle formation, only thirty steps away from Abai.

Abai had less than thirty guards around him.

"When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave prevails! If I kill you all, I can live with dignity!"

(End of this chapter)