Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 273 Hakuramata
The news that the Tatars were heading north was spread to all personnel through the command voice.

Some players were inspecting their purchases, some were well into filming a short period drama, and some had just turned twenty-four and were planning to use their SeSe coupons to indulge themselves, only to be turned off by the captain's voice chatter...

Copy tasks are always the top priority.

The brothers are all grasshoppers in the same copy. If they encounter a major failure, the time spent on traveling after resurrection will be a considerable loss.

You should know that the Qihuo Army has been digesting the territory, and recently it has finally freed up its hands to clear out the surrounding counties of Luoyang and Kaifeng.

Even if the Beiwei Army's friends committed suicide immediately, they would not be able to catch up with the "Central Plains Copy" and could only fight to the end in the North Korean copy.

Hundreds of guilds and teams selected their own representatives to go to the government office to attend the emergency meeting.

After all, the yamen's area is small. Brothers who really have no space can only choose to lie on their teammates' backs, or stack up against the wall to form a "mecha", or stand on tables and chairs, like meerkats guarding the surroundings.

There are also performance art enthusiasts who throw out pieces of plain cloth and hang them on the beams of the house, just like the old men and women using fitness equipment in the community. They put their necks into the cloth loops and swing in the air, making use of the air space.

"Damn it! We were cheated, so badly!"

"The observation balloons we launched a few days ago clearly saw the Tartars heading east. We thought they had black phobia and were running away when they saw our black banners. Now we know it was a diversionary tactic. Pride comes before a fall."

"We also want to puppet North Korea, and we wish the Tartars would give up Korea to us."

"Even if the Tartars are pigs, after a few battles with us, they will be able to understand our fighting style. Now that North Korea is covered in snow, even a pig can hide its whereabouts."

"That's how prestige is earned. If the Tartars win a few more times, they'll become the King of Korea."

"Then what should we do next?"

The old man hanging in the air swung his arms and stepped his legs, as if he was a time-pressed office worker exercising on a treadmill.

The "hanged man" swayed in the air, crisscrossing left and right, and the brothers who were speaking on the ground felt a chill on their heads.

"The Tartars have won a great victory. The surrounding Yangban nobles who are sitting on the fence will surely rush to join them. The enemy's combined strength is already stronger than ours. We have left a large number of garrisons along the way in order to puppet Korea in the future. The enemy is strong and we are weak. The situation is not optimistic."

"If the Tartars can absorb surrenderists, we can also liberate Korean slaves! Let's have a Korean version of the Emancipation Proclamation."

"Yes, I remember reading somewhere that during this period, the registered population of North Korea was about four to five million, and the number of unregistered slaves and unregistered households was at least one or two times that number."

"Have you ever heard that it's better to pursue the enemy with your remaining courage than to seek fame by imitating the overlord? They're coming to fight you, and you're still here in Makabaka.

The defeated soldiers who had escaped also said that the ambush site was more than 200 miles away. According to the Tartars' marching speed, even if there were heavy snow delays, they would arrive in two or three days.

In two or three days, your liberation declaration won’t even reach the three northern provinces, not to mention that there aren’t enough cadres to carry out grassroots propaganda.”

"Come if the Tartars come, whether there are 100,000 or 50,000 of them, we still have 20,000 or 30,000 combatants, let's fight them!"

"It's obvious the Tartars have learned their lesson. Why would they resort to tactics and cover their tracks even when attacking the Koreans? I guess they were planning to ambush us in the first place!
If we follow the nobles south, we will also be among those ambushed.

Now the Tartars are coming to fight us, but they will definitely not engage our Beiwei army head-on. Instead, they will use their cavalry to wear us down and wear us out of food and physical strength before they fight us again."

"This is the advantage of cavalry in ancient times. Even if you defeat them, you can't annihilate them, but they can still play with you and wear you down. It's winter now, and they'll all die after freezing in the snow for a few days."

"If you don't want to fight us in the wild, we will rush south all the way to Seoul." said the impatient buddy.

Another player, who had hanged himself, seemed infuriated by the idiot, kicking his legs like a fat pig slaughtered for Chinese New Year. "And so, the fool who was caught in the trap was born. We and the Korean royal family were wiped out by the Tartars, and Dorgon happily became the King of Korea."

"If you can't move around, then hide in the city and hold it. Use these few days to reinforce Huangzhou's defenses and send people to collect defense equipment."

"That's a good suggestion. With a few more days of preparation, we can hold on longer."

"Yes, yes, we are very close to the sea, and ships can bring us supplies."

"I don't think that's right," the player from Stacking Humans objected. "The Tartars' prestige has soared after their recent victory. If they try to trap us in the city, what do you think the Koreans will think? They'll just think the Heavenly Army is losing, and it's only a matter of time before Dorgon wins the war. By then, Dorgon will be able to mobilize all of Korea's food and supplies to compete with you in a war of attrition. How can we possibly outlast them?"

"Call Chongzhen, let's take back his vassal state. He can't just watch us fight alone, right?"

"If Zhu Youjian was clear about rewards and punishments, could he have turned the Ming Dynasty into a mess?

We and our leader were indeed true rebels, but all we did were acts of loyalty. We recovered Liaodong, which had been lost for nearly twenty years, and disregarded our own safety to rescue the emperor, repelling the main force of the Tartars.

If he achieved the Heavenly Merit twice in a row, a generous emperor would at least give him the title of Duke, or even make him a Prince.

What did Zhu Youjian confer on him? Just an earl."

"I guess it's another bad idea to suddenly gain a high position." "So it's no wonder that the Ming Dynasty fell at the hands of Zhu Youjian. He wanted people to work hard and make contributions, but he didn't give them real titles. He was also suspicious all the time, and he liked to micromanage even more than Li Longji.

Although I don't like the Qing Dynasty, if Zhu Youjian had Qianlong's determination not to shirk responsibility and work hard to raise money for war, at least the Ming Dynasty would not have perished in his hands.

Although Korea is a small and poor country, we are a vassal state after all, and Liaodong is still in the recovery phase, so we can't afford to waste it."

"Field battles are no match for us, and defending the city is no match for us either. So what's the point of fighting? We might as well just surrender."

"Hey, you're right, surrender is actually possible."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the delegates in the room cast strange glances at him, and some even began to clench their fists.

The speaker was wearing a suit of infantry armor, with the name "Slow Gunner" on his head. His eyes gleamed brightly through the gaps in his armor. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm actually talking about feigning surrender."

"If you want to pretend to surrender, then so be it. Why are you saying you're surrendering? You've made me itch to punch you. I almost punched you in the face."

"If I didn't say that, how could all of you look over here?"

"Good boy, you've tricked your teammates. Tell me, how did you fake your surrender?"

"Send some people to pretend to be former Han baoyi and tell them that the Beiwei army has heard of the great defeat at the front and that morale is unstable. To survive, the baoyi naturally want to return to their original masters' troops."

"Do you think the Jiannu are stupid? Baoyi are all slaves of the Bannermen, how could they not recognize them?"

"I remember there was intelligence when we entered the court. The two people who entered the court were Dorgon and Jirgalang. The former was in charge of the Bordered White Banner, and the latter was in charge of the Bordered Blue Banner.

Baoyi are servants of the bannermen and also serfs. They are the private property of the bannermen. Each banner and each Niulu has independent ownership. As the saying goes, other people’s slaves are not the slaves I know.

The baoyi who pretended to surrender could just pretend to be from the Zhenghong Banner or Zhenglan Banner.
Anyway, Huang Taiji, Haoge, and the traitorous prince were not in Korea, so it was impossible to tell the truth from the false. Moreover, the decisive battle of Tujiatun happened a long time ago, and the captured bondservants had their heads shaved bald, which is now almost the length needed to tie a pigtail.

Dorgon was skeptical about one unit, so he sent several more units to pretend to surrender, including bondservants, the Three Shun Princes’ troops, and foreign mercenaries…”

"I think the Tartars have become smarter and won't fall for your false surrender."

“When people achieve great success, they tend to lose their minds. Just like when we entered North Korea without any obstacles, we were almost deceived by the Tartars.

What we need to do is to add fuel to the fire by pretending to surrender, making the arrogance of the arrogant soldiers burn even more vigorously.

Those who pretended to surrender could also tell Dorgon some information that was three-quarters true and seven-quarters false in order to gain his trust.

Why didn't Cao Cao see through Huang Gai's feigned surrender? Because he was winning all the way south, and everywhere he went, people offered him their loyalty and wives. He was winning so much that he thought he could continue to win until the world was unified!

"So, you're planning to cooperate with the fake surrender troops?"

"Indeed, to give this plan a better chance of success, I think we should—" 'Slow Gunner' suddenly shut up and began to draw cards pretentiously like a character from an anime. "Use the magic card, Night Raid!"

Before anyone could speak up to stop him from using the "magic card effect", he continued to add reasons for his plan -

"The enemy has a large number of cavalry. If we fight during the day, we won't be able to completely wipe out the enemy even if we win.

It was different at night. The light was dim, with only campfires for illumination. The baoyi and Korean vassal soldiers around the Tatars were all from poor backgrounds and were generally malnourished. They must have night blindness and could not see anything at night.

The roads were also covered with snow, and the noise of our march would be absorbed by the snow.

Moreover, the Tartars had come with such a great victory that it was impossible for them not to recruit opportunists from all directions to strengthen their forces. After all, their enemy was us, who had repeatedly inflicted heavy losses on the Qing army. It would be strange if they did not fully prepare for a decisive battle.

The Tatars don't have our Kara links, so they can't organize effective resistance when they encounter mutations. The more people there are, the more likely they are to be chaotically defeated and trampled on each other, and we can maximize the casualties on the enemy."

"one question."

"You said."

"The moonlight is very weak these days. The enemy can't see us at night, and we can't see clearly either. Marching at night is bound to be bumpy. You can't have people marching with torches, right?"

"You forgot one thing." 'Slow Gunner' shook his head proudly. "Who still remembers the minor maintenance on the game store after the Tujiatun decisive battle? What new products were added?"

As soon as the slow gunner finished speaking, he snapped his fingers at his good brother beside him, "Dear audience, please look——"

I saw the brother take out an amazing prop from the backpack behind him.

It's it!

(End of this chapter)