Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 265 Coming
More than twenty guards stood in front of him, like wooden stakes embedded deep in the ground. Abai could only see forward through the gaps between the guards' heads.

The enemy seeks a quick victory, while he wants to delay time while maintaining his dignity.

The Eight Banners soldiers from various sections of the city wall were on their way. Once they were pincered from both sides, these ten enemies would die of exhaustion no matter how brave they were.

Even if the enemy was determined to capture his head and destroy the morale of the entire Qing army, they would still form a "human wall" to kill him.

More than twenty "meat shields" are enough to hold out until reinforcements arrive!

Abai's frayed nerves finally relaxed, and he felt he had a significant advantage. The enemy's tactics were bold and astonishing, nearly killing the general and capturing the flag, but in the end, they would be surrounded and slaughtered.

"Death to the wild boar's skin!"

Suddenly, an enemy soldier rushed forward and launched an attack. He dodged left and right and killed a guard with one blow. Abai couldn't help but sigh at this man's good skills.

Unfortunately, the opponent's two fists were no match for six hands. In just three rounds, he was stabbed all over by the Qing soldiers in formation, and his arm was even pierced by a knife.

Even so, the enemy still rushed forward with blood in his mouth and roaring, like a stubborn lead bullet that made the iron armor plates dent inward.

"Brothers, see you at the resurrection point!"

The man threw away the blood-stained steel knife, grabbed a short rope on his chest and pulled it outwards hard. As sparks ignited, the gunpowder bag wrapped around his chest exploded.

The raging flames, accompanied by explosions and black smoke, enveloped the entire "human wall" of Qing soldiers. Blood and rubble flew into the sky, and after a moment, they fell like heavy rain, making a rattling sound.

The unfortunate Tartar was blown off the wall by the impact, and Abai was blown several steps away by the explosion.

The smoke covered the wall for a long time and would not dissipate. Abai only felt a buzzing in his ears, and the world he saw with his eyes was hazy and shaking, as if it could not maintain stability.

He held the knife to the ground and stood up with difficulty. The world in his eyes was shaking and he finally stabilized it. He saw an enemy soldier with a bloody face, rushing towards him, stepping on the seriously injured who were wailing on the ground.

The man picked up a steel knife from the ground and roared in the same tone as the "pioneer" just now, "Wild boar skin, die!"

Abai tried his best to block with his sword, but the enemy's powerful steel sword pressed down and hit his shoulder. He only heard the friction sound of the sword blade, and the enemy's blade quickly approached his neck and pulled it hard to the side.

"..."

Abai suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Feeling injured, he swung his sword with all his might, but missed, as the enemy had already nimbly retreated and dodged.

"I can still continue to fight..." Abai made a trembling sound to himself, as if to cheer himself up.

but.

Although he was clearly eager to fight, his legs were limp as he knelt on the ground. The swift blow that the weapon had just blocked had already cut his neck.

Blood trickled down his neck and collar, leaving dark red patches on his cloth armor.

Abai dropped his hands weakly, watching the agile enemy walk up to him.

With the enemy's steel knife hanging behind his head, Abai felt a biting chill that was sharper than the wind.

Under the stimulation of death, he finally understood the subtlety of the enemy's series of tactics -

First, they surrounded Zhenjiang Fort with trenches, and then used "iron mortars" to wear down the defenders' manpower, forcing him to send reinforcements to rescue them.

As long as he loses his strategic focus and sends troops to reinforce, the enemy and I will be in a stalemate on the Yalu River, leaving the Yizhou defenders empty.

However, Abai could never have predicted that the enemy would not send thousands of light cavalry to attack Yizhou, but would descend into Yizhou City from the sky like a god descending from heaven.

Not to mention Abai, even if His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty was here, he could not have anticipated the "divine soldiers descending from the sky" fighting style.

Then the enemy warriors risked their lives to tie down his reserve troops, and sent an elite team to "attack Huanglong" and successfully kill him.

This series of tactics requires an efficient command system, unwavering execution, the courage to go deep behind enemy lines, and the fearlessness to sacrifice one's life for the ultimate result.

These are not ordinary Ming troops at all, but heavenly soldiers that are almost like gods and Buddhas!
Abai thought that his defeat was not unfair.

"Who are you?" Abai asked haltingly in Chinese.

"A mediocre butcher... a tough guy who vowed to drive the Tartars out of the world... Fuck your ancestors... a 21st century "Three Good Youth"... a top player whose mission is to eliminate corrupt officials and evil gentry... what are you looking at... a personal knight with a killing streak of a year and a half... a devoted follower of Scientology... a loyal coin to the Emperor..."

Although the enemy soldier holding the knife did not open his mouth, he made dozens or hundreds of noises, as if the wandering ghosts of Han slaves whose heads were impaled on sharp stakes were condensing into demons through the smoke produced by the explosion and rushing towards him.

"Ahhh!"

Endless fear came over him rapidly, Abai widened his eyes in surprise, and roared several times reflexively.

Immediately, the blade came at him, and Abai's head was chopped off by the steel knife. It fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

Xiaomao grabbed Abai's "Money Rat Tail" and held it in front of his face, like holding up Medusa's head. He shouted at the approaching Tartars on both sides, "Your commander has been killed! Step forward if you are not afraid of death!"

Abai's head with eyes closed was shown in front of the Tartar. The Tartar who had rushed forward suddenly stopped, as if his courage was petrified by the head hanging in the air.

The main general was killed in battle, the command system completely collapsed, and the remaining Tatars lost their reason to continue fighting.

The Tartars shook their heads stiffly, showing expressions of incredible fear, and their legs involuntarily retreated backwards, like vampires seeing the holy relic of exorcism, and soon they scattered everywhere.

Xiaomao slowly walked down the wall holding Abai's head high, and the eight teammates surrounding him also carried several heads each.

He and his teammates raised their heads proudly, looking down on the Tartars who were cowering in front of them.

Even if there are fearless flag soldiers who want to avenge their commander and rush forward roaring, they will be killed by the elite team or entangled by the scattered "paratroopers" who are chasing them.

Soon, the Tartars, bondservants, and Korean auxiliary soldiers fighting outside the city saw a small team swaggering out of the city gate carrying more than ten heads.

Combined with the information that "the commander-in-chief was killed", the Qing soldiers suddenly realized that the head held highest was the commander-in-chief of the Yizhou garrison, Aixinjueluo Abai...

The commander-in-chief was usually extremely difficult to kill. Killing a general was one of the four most difficult feats in ancient times, along with breaking through enemy lines, being the first to ascend, and capturing the flag!
Taking the head of an enemy general amidst thousands of soldiers is already extremely difficult, but this small team is even more terrifying. Not only did they kill their way through the reserve troops protecting the main general, they also escaped from the enemy army of more than a thousand with the head of the enemy general.

What's even more terrifying is that the bodies of these nine people are basically intact, with only some minor flesh wounds, and the blood soaking their bodies is not their own.

The "immortal magic" of the divine soldiers that descended from the sky had already greatly boosted people's morale. When others heard about the story of a few people beheading the general and escaping, they would just think it was an exaggerated legend.

And within just one day, two horrifying "supernatural stories" happened one after another, and they really happened in front of everyone.

The nine warriors were covered in blood, looking horrifying, as if they had just taken a hot bath in the sea of ​​blood in hell.

The Qing soldiers watched helplessly as the nine men crossed the battlefield with their heads held high, and listened to them shouting, "The commander of the Eight Banners is dead!" Some players pretended to shout in Manchu and Korean, "The commander is dead, our army is defeated, run!"

"Heavenly soldiers, spare my life!"

Suddenly, several Korean soldiers could no longer withstand the powerful aura emitted by the "Heavenly Soldiers". They knelt on the ground with a thud, and the weapons in their hands naturally slipped to their feet, looking like pariahs ready to be slaughtered.

The example of kneeling and surrendering spread like a plague. The fifth Korean soldier dropped his spear and knelt. The sixth bondservant threw away his sword and shield.

More and more defeated soldiers knelt down and begged for surrender, and tens of thousands of defeated soldiers knelt down one after another like falling dominoes.

Battles of all sizes gradually ended. Some Korean soldiers who were almost pierced through the neck by spears were lucky enough to save their lives. They were pulled out of the snow and mud by the Ming army and rushed to the gathering place, where they bowed their heads and knelt down.

Seeing their morale completely collapsed and no chance to regroup and continue the battle, the Eight Banners Soldiers of the Supervisory Team quickly fled south. However, the players who had been waiting for a long time would not let them go -

Almost more than half of the players stayed in the rear, and only a few players led the Koreans, former bannermen, and even the Ming army to meet the enemy.

Only by fighting each other can the two sides delay the enemy's troops, drain the manpower of the Yizhou defenders, and train the actual combat capabilities of the "auxiliary troops" while saving the players' combat energy.

Thousands of players rode on war horses and mules, crossing the frozen Yalu River and heading south to pursue the enemy.

Sometimes they attacked the fleeing bannermen in groups, and sometimes they split into dozens of cavalry teams and rushed to farther places to drive away the defeated soldiers.

Perhaps the players' martial arts skills at riding and slashing were poor, or perhaps they did it on purpose. Until the players rode back to the Yalu River, there were still thousands of Eight Banners soldiers being driven back like wild boars.

In this battle, the Beiwei Army captured 10,000 dan of grain and vegetables, 3,000 war horses of varying quality, 50,000 taels of silver, and a number of copper coins. They also rescued 3,000 surviving Han slaves, all of whom would be armed and join the Beiwei Army's southern expedition.

More than half of the 30,000 Tatar defenders were killed or wounded, most of whom were killed in the rout and pursuit. Except for a few lucky ones who escaped into the mountains and forests, the rest of the defeated soldiers were all captured.

The casualty rate of the Beiwei Army was less than 10%.

Exchanging 10% casualties for over 60% casualties on the enemy is considered a resounding victory.

These Korean soldiers, former bannermen, and Ming troops who followed the players to fight in Liaozhong and Dujiatun have gained another practical experience of "semi-independent" fighting today. Even if they cannot be called elite, they are qualified combat soldiers.

After the battle, it took a lot of time to count the casualties and plunder the battlefield.

The pointed stakes outside the two cities were removed one by one, and the heads of the Han people stuck on the spikes were taken away and transported to a piece of land on the north bank of the Yalu River for centralized burial.

The captured defeated soldiers all knelt obediently on the ground waiting for their fate. The expressions of the bannermen, bondservants, and Koreans were different, and none of them were optimistic.

They had long heard that the Beiwei Army was cruel and bloodthirsty. No matter what kind of enemy soldier they caught, they would be executed by "beating and killing". When they were in a good mood, they would beat and kill eleven times, and if they were in a bad mood, they would just beat and kill five or one times.

In the past, when fighting against bloodthirsty enemies, they usually resisted to the end. However, the Koreans, who were more superstitious than the Ming army, witnessed the miracles of the "divine soldiers descending from the sky" and the "general-killing squad" with their own eyes, and had no intention of resisting at all.

They only hoped that the Beiwei Army would show mercy and spare their lives, or that they would not be chosen for execution...

Surrounded by dozens of elite soldiers, "Mashed Potatoes", wearing a royal purple robe, came in front of the Korean prisoners, while the civil and military officials were arranged to kneel in the front.

"It's Lord Fenglin!"

At this time, a captured literary noble shouted loudly, as if he saw a ray of light in the dark maze.

The other nobles of the two classes also looked sideways, excitedly shouting the prince's title and expressing their gratitude for being able to survive.

Only then did they officially confirm that the "Prince's reinforcements" shouted during the battle were not bluffs, and that this Ming army was indeed the reinforcements invited by the prince to drive out the Tartars.

These nobles who fought against the invaders should not have to die!
After all, the prince is just a member of the royal family, not even a crown prince. If these nobles are shown leniency, he will surely sit firmly on the throne of the crown prince in the future, and even the king will not be able to shake his position in the slightest.

Everyone knows how to weigh the pros and cons of politics, right?
However, the prince did not offer to pardon them. Instead, he asked them one by one what their official positions were. After finding out that many of them were officials of the third rank or above, he questioned them why they helped the enemy to commit atrocities.

Many people claimed that they were helping the Tartars on the king's orders. After all, Korea had officially submitted to the Qing emperor a few years ago. The king had given the order, and Korea was a vassal of the Qing Dynasty, so they should obey the king's order and fight for the Qing Dynasty.

The prince ignored all this and immediately turned to the Beiwei soldiers and made a request.

"These people hold high positions, blessed by the nation for generations, yet instead of sharing their burdens, they aid the enemy in their cruelty. I beg the heavenly soldiers of the High Kingdom to execute these traitors who are selling out their country for personal gain!"

"Now that the prince has spoken, we will help you eliminate these rebels!"

Seeing the prince's indignant face and the ferocious-faced swordsman walking up behind them, the civil and military nobles were stunned.

Wouldn't it be the prince who personally untied them and said a few words of comfort to show his respect for them, and then the nobles would whisper to each other about joining the prince, and the two sides would reach a political alliance and fight back to the capital together to embrace the glory and wealth in the next few decades?

The script wasn't supposed to develop like this.

"Spare my life!"

Seeing that the prince was serious, many nobles began to cry and scream, with snot and tears running down their faces, and some were even scared to the point of defecating and urinating.

They racked their brains to think of ways to survive, sometimes saying that they had money and land, sometimes saying that their relative's daughter was beautiful.

Mashed Potatoes suddenly had an idea and thought to himself, how foolish! If we kill you, your family’s money, grain and land will also be ours!
According to other players, didn't we brave the wind and snow to come to North Korea just to get money, food and supplies from North Korea?
These days, there is no money to be made from the common people and slaves in Korea, so of course they have to find ways to get compensation from the yangban nobles!
One by one, the "executioners" arrived and gradually chopped down the swords in their hands, beheading the nobles of the Yangban class, the Tartar bannermen, and the bondservants who had been beaten to death...

When the swordsman came behind a Korean general, the surrounding Korean soldiers suddenly shouted "spare his life".

Several Koreans who looked like officers squeezed out of the crowd and scrambled to the side of the general. They immediately turned around and knelt before the Beiwei general, saying in broken Chinese, "I beg you, Heavenly Soldiers, to spare his life!"

"He's also a traitor who acquiesced to the Tartars!" The prince's voice suddenly rose, as if answering a question that shouldn't have been a question. He glanced at his teammates and, after receiving an affirmative nod, said, "Give me a reason not to kill him."

The Korean soldiers still said that General Park was a good leader who was good at fighting. He guarded the border without regrets, treated his soldiers honestly and sincerely, and was also a loyal minister who obeyed the king's orders.

Those nobles who say one thing in front of people and another behind their backs and exploit the people regardless of whether the heavenly soldiers or the Tartars come should be killed, but why should this military general who is loyal to his country be killed?

If the prince gets this help, the morale of the troops in the two northern provinces of Korea will be stabilized.

The Korean soldier knelt on the ground and cried tremblingly, wishing he could crawl to her on his knees and hug her legs to beg for mercy.

Mashed Potato closed her eyes and took a deep breath of cold air. The realistic emotional expression of the NPC made her feel as if she had traveled back to the late Ming Dynasty.

As a girl with a gentle temperament, she has a kind and forgiving nature.

Even those nobles who were mourning just now, she felt that they should be forgiven.

But after all, she was just a "puppet" elected by her brothers and had no decision-making power.

Although she has a lot of knowledge about literature and history, she knows that she is not good at playing politics. She reminds herself all the time that this is just a game so as to pull herself out of the emotional quagmire of the virtual game.

Mashed Potatoes comforted himself. Even if he insisted on killing these "loyal ministers", it would only be a waste of data...

Mashed Potato's depressed expression was seen by his teammates, and the captain and the commander's voices were communicated invisibly in the air.

After a brief exchange, the players reached a consensus.

At this time, someone whispered something in Mashed Potato's ear, and the latter's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had heard some good idea, and immediately took a weapon handed to him by his teammate.

"Unfortunately, I still have to punish you for aiding the enemy..." Mashed Potatoes personally came behind General Park and raised the weapon to point it at the latter's neck.

General Park's heart sank, knowing that he was doomed. The more than ten years of his military career fighting for his country seemed to appear before his eyes.

He fought against the Jurchens, suppressed bandits and robbers, and killed the nobles of the Yangban class who raised the flag of rebellion, but he was just a military general who obeyed the king's orders.

How could he decide whether Korea was loyal to the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty?
The two lines of turbid tears that had slid down his cheeks quickly froze. He turned to look at the prince holding the knife, a humble and sad expression on his face. "I beg you, Your Majesty, not to implicate my wife and children..."

According to Korean law, relatives of nobles who committed crimes would be demoted to pardon, with men becoming slaves and women becoming maids. Without a royal court order of pardon, all future generations of men and women would become slaves and maids.

Korea had a strict hierarchy, with the royal family divided into four classes: yangban, zhongren, liangren, and shiren.

Slaves and maids were the lowest class of people among the four classes of people and were not even considered human beings.

The prince did not respond to General Park's request, but instead gripped his weapon tightly and chopped down hard on General Park's neck.

As the blade fell, the cries of the Korean soldiers for mercy stopped abruptly.

General Park closed his eyes and waited for a moment. He felt only a gentle tapping sensation, a dull pain that quickly dissipated. There was no sound of blood spurting from the wound, and his head was still lifted from his shoulders.

what happened?

He's not dead?
General Park couldn't help but open his eyes again, but saw that the weapon in the prince's hand had been bent, like a paper stick that was scrapped in a fight.

The prince walked around to him and took a steel knife handed to him by his teammate.

"General Park, who aided the enemy, is dead. Now, a commoner like Mr. Park, are you willing to help this prince drive out the Tartars and restore order in Korea?"

As the prince spoke, he handed over the real steel knife to the man without any warning.

The crowd around was silent. When Park Zhuangshi took the steel knife and pulled it out, some people were worried that he would take the opportunity to attack the prince.

But Park simply stuck the steel knife at his feet, knelt on his knees, lowered his head and bowed deeply to the prince, "I am Park Deshan, willing to die for Prince Fenglin..."

Before Park Deshan's face touched the cold ground, many people saw frozen tears at the corners of his eyes, and two warm tears flowed across them.

……

The news of the fall of northwest Korea quickly spread back to Seoul, shocking the civil and military officials of the royal court and even the Manchu princes.

(End of this chapter)