Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 269: Resurrection, I’m in your way
The resounding question seemed to have magical power, causing dozens of blades to hang in the air, and dozens of knife-wielding guards to stop their actions. Other guards even showed resentful expressions of having their "good deeds" interrupted.

They turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, and saw the noble prince leading his troops!

If the yangban were the heaven for slaves, then the royal family was their heaven.

The prince and his "guards" came with great momentum, especially their various strange and bizarre costumes that attracted people's attention.

A terracotta warrior-like bunny-eared crest. Han Dynasty-style scale armor and helmets, topped with straight red feathers. The infantry, their bodies mostly covered in iron armor, resembled a moving tin can.

There were also people wearing tight and handsome coats and military uniforms, mass-produced steel helmets on their heads, and thick-barreled muskets on their shoulders. This capable outfit made them look like line-filling soldiers who were about to rush out of the trenches and launch a charge.

More than a dozen warriors wearing one-piece plate armor seemed to come from the Western barbarians. Seeing the Koreans' gazes coming over, they couldn't help but draw their swords and make a few sword flowers, then nodded at the "audience", as if whispering, "Am I handsome?"

The "chaos" in attire is not over yet. This group of soldiers who combine Chinese and Western styles also have strange hairstyles, such as shark punk hair, pineapple hair, afro, hedgehog hair, etc.

Coming to a foreign land, this group of people seemed to have untied the "taboos" in their hearts, showing off the bizarre hairstyles of human beings to the fullest, and rubbing the traditional value of the Confucian cultural circle that "the body and hair are inherited from parents" on the ground.

The group of "guilty" volunteers who were forced to kneel on the ground were extremely surprised and looked at Jin Liu again, eager to get an answer.

The volunteers didn't understand what "relaxation" and "game freedom" meant, and they only had one thought in their minds:

Where did these "monsters and demons" come from?
They don't look like the majestic heavenly soldiers, but more like the legendary barbarian mercenaries who eat raw meat and drink blood?

At this time, the prince took steady steps, and the "weirdos" around him also followed him deeper into the "execution ground".

However, some of these weirdos did not follow the usual path, jumping around as if the remaining snow on the ground had frozen their feet.

Some people jumped and changed directions in the air, looking forward, turning back, and sometimes even twisting left and right.

"Stop jumping around like that. Do you think you're playing a single-player game?" A soldier scolded his teammates in authentic Chinese.

Jin Liu didn't understand Chinese, but seeing this scene, the blood of despair suddenly boiled over.

He had personally witnessed the discipline of the Beiwei Army that day, but they were all wearing helmets and armor, and there were no strange hairstyles or special armor to be seen.

When the "jumping steps" came out at this time, he was sure that these people were the heavenly soldiers of the Beiwei Army, not the Nanman mercenaries!
"They are heavenly soldiers, they are the heavenly soldiers of the Beiwei Army!" Jin Liu spoke with certainty, as if he saw a savior descending from the sky.

The nobleman Old Zhang noticed the change in Jin Liu's expression and thought to himself, how could he let this lowly slave slip away!
Will the heavenly soldiers save you bunch of bastards?
More and more people gathered around to watch. Mr. Zhang glanced at the people with disdain, and then walked towards the prince with a flattering look on his face.

He had a ready-made speech in his mind and was confident that he could convince the Crown Prince with impeccable reasons.

But he had no idea that the prince in front of him had already been replaced by a "cat for the prince".

"Mashed Potatoes" walked across the cold and hard snow and saw dozens of simply dressed volunteers kneeling on the ground. Their mouths were dry, their faces were dotted with cold and hard black mud, and their messy hair was covered with patches of frozen sweat.

Rather than being righteous soldiers, they are more like begging vagrants.

However, "Mashed Potatoes" is not the real prince, so he will not judge right and wrong based on status.

Every game character is a "collection" of code and text, with names of different colors hanging above their heads, and they are all equal in her eyes.

The noble smiled at her flatteringly. The commoner who brought the news dared not look up and meet her eyes. Dozens of volunteers stared at her eagerly.

She suddenly thought of a minor character in Red Dead Redemption, who died alone in a corner of a foreign land, with a letter from his relatives left on his body.

She thought at that time, what if she could save that little person?

Mashed Potatoes felt a sense of obstruction under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a piece of gravel.

She kicked him away and then asked the nobleman in front of her coldly, "Envoy Zhang, I heard that a group of volunteers came to surrender, but who are these people?"

"Of course not. These people are all traitors who killed their leader and plotted treason. I am going to bring them to justice." Mr. Zhang's flattery gradually faded, replaced by a hint of confidence.

"Since you are dealing with the traitor, why did you act without informing this prince?"

"Your Highness has been entrusted with a great responsibility. Just commanding and coordinating the various forces supporting the king has exhausted you. I cannot bear to trouble Your Highness with such a trivial matter..."

As soon as Master Zhang finished his flattery, he heard the civilian who reported the news growl intermittently, "They are good men. They have been killing Tartars all along. They are not traitors!"

"Are these men truly brave enough to kill the Tartars?" the prince repeated, gazing into the civilian's eyes. The latter was slightly startled, then nodded firmly, adding, "The villagers of Pyongyang Prefecture can all testify!"

Immediately, the civilians watching around responded to what the messenger said.

This group of people are indeed heroes who kill Tartars.

"Since the people have all testified, it is obvious that these people are righteous men who have made contributions to the country. Let them go!" The prince gave an order, and Master Zhang was slightly stunned.

Before he could react, heavenly soldiers came forward and untied Jin Liu and others one by one.

Just when all the "traitors" were freed and Master Zhang was filled with resentment, he heard hurried footsteps around him.

It turned out to be the nobles of the Yangban class who had been ordered to defend the king a few days ago. Some, upon hearing that the Crown Prince had been granted the power to "manage state affairs," had gathered their private troops and rushed to the Crown Prince to make themselves known.

Some wanted to meet some important figures to see if there was any way for them to move up the ladder, while others were simply filled with passion for saving the country and hoped to expel the Tartars under the command of the prince.

Seeing the arrival of the distinguished yangban, the onlookers humbly stepped back dozens of steps and gave up their central position.

A large number of yangban surrounded the prince, giving him a strong presence.

Mr. Zhang thought that everything was stable now.

After hearing the reason for the incident, most of the nobles immediately chose to support Master Zhang.

Although the yangban only stood around and gave orders, they were able to exert invisible intimidating pressure on the Crown Prince's residence.

Why does forcing the king to abdicate often force him to compromise?
Because apart from the founding emperors, anyone who dared to kill the "pillars" indiscriminately without following the rules of the gentry was either overthrown by a coup or died suddenly by falling into the water.

"How can a lowly servant be above the Yangban class?"

"If the slave who murdered his master is not severely punished, the world will be in chaos!"

"Your Highness, please prioritize state affairs and do not listen to the words of the treacherous people. They are masters of lies. How can we be sure that these treacherous people are not just bribed and supported by the rebels?"

Mr. Zhang felt that his back was straightened, and the flattery on his face was replaced by confidence and pride, just like a victorious fighting cock.

He approached the prince confidently, with the air of a loyal minister giving advice, and respectfully advised, "Merits are merits, faults are faults. These treacherous people were lucky enough to capture a few Tartar heads, but their merits and faults cannot offset their merits. It is only natural for the master to teach the servant a lesson. It is a great sin for the servant to harbor a grudge and kill the master. How can the scholars be satisfied if this crime is not punished?"
Although the Tartars have retreated, the danger is not over yet, and the king and his father remain in Seoul awaiting help. Your Highness and the king are not only ruler and subject, but also father and son. At this moment, we must uphold the principles of loyalty and filial piety and serve the king to save him.

I venture to speculate that these treacherous people are certainly spies sent by the Tartars to sow discord between the Crown Prince and the scholars, causing disunity between us and the upper echelons and thus unleashing unrest. If unrest breaks out in the Eight Provinces, the Tartars will return.

I implore Your Highness to prioritize the greater good and execute the traitor Jin Liu and dozens of others to reassure the people."

After listening to this, Mashed Potatoes looked around and saw all kinds of gazes - Jin Liu and others whose faces changed drastically, the nobles who seemed to be sure of victory, and the common people who were watching in silence.

The warm clothes of the nobles and the simple cloth of the common people and slaves were like two distinct worlds.

Mashed Potatoes understood that if they chose to fight to the end, not only would they fail to enforce military discipline, but it would also cause the tens of thousands of loyal troops to fall apart and be greatly weakened.

By then, the tens of thousands of troops would no longer exist, and the money and food controlled by the yangban in various places would no longer be supplied. In the end, only the Beiwei Army would be left fighting alone, and would not even be able to effectively pursue the fleeing Tatars.

If the Beiwei Army "acts on its own" and starts a massacre, the plan to puppet Korea will be greatly delayed, and may even fall into the quagmire of the Korean War, allowing Liaodong to be taken advantage of by the Ming court. By then, not only will the watermelon be lost, but the sesame seeds will also be lost.

After spending many days together, Mashed Potato has figured out the temperaments of most players and would rather fight than quarrel.

But it is obvious that this time the strategy for attacking North Korea must be decided by her, Mashed Potato, or the Crown Prince of North Korea, in order to achieve the greatest benefit.

If she gave the order, it would be an internal struggle in North Korea. If she didn't say anything and the Beiwei Army acted on its own, it would be a major war that would lead to complications.

"His Majesty's Residence!"

The righteous soldiers seemed to see that the prince was weighing the pros and cons. Which was more important, the so-called justice or the Li Dynasty?

When will the lives of ordinary people be weighed on the scales?

The pleading voice for mercy reached Mashed Potato's ears, and her mind was full of what to do about the gaming experience of thousands of players.

Uphold justice or consider the overall situation?

Master Zhang sensed the prince's inner vacillation and made the decision on his behalf. "The prince has already ordered the execution of these spies sent by the Tartars to cause chaos and unrest!"

As if he had won a great victory, he turned around arrogantly, stepped towards Jin Liu and others who looked desperate, and then smiled triumphantly at the nobles.

They won the battle for the right to speak!
The arrogant faces of these nobles reminded Mashed Potato of the villains in movies, TV shows, anime, and games that she hated.

Mashed Potatoes felt so sick that he wanted to vomit when he thought of the ugly faces of those hypocritical people.

Before she could think it through, she announced to the noble's back, "Since I have assumed the responsibility of 'taking charge of state affairs,' I am the king and father here. You gathered a crowd to coerce me into killing Tartar heroes, and twice issued orders on my behalf without authorization. How can you show any respect for the king and his subjects!"
They are arrogant and rebellious. Commanders and subordinates! Capture these treacherous officials and give them twenty military sticks!"

Mashed Potatoes immediately pointed at the astonished Zhang Fushi and added, "Beat him with a hundred military sticks! Beat him hard!"

"Oh oh oh!" With a command, all the players rushed forward like villains released from an iron cage to arrest all the "treasonous" nobles of the Yangban class.

Until the Breakthrough Master whispered in his ear, "Your performance just now was really impressive. You really had the heroic demeanor of a strong prince."

Mashed Potatoes finally came to his senses from his excitement and was shocked to find that he had burst out with such amazing courage.

Is this still me?

(End of this chapter)