Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 274 Don’t Shoot, It’s Me
The whole object is pitch black, the frame is inlaid, and every inch of the external texture reveals the beauty of fine craftsmanship. When worn on the forehead, it is like having a few more cylindrical eyes, and it also looks like the bulging-eyed statues in Sanxingdui.

"Could this be the legendary supreme treasure that was just released not long ago, is so expensive that ordinary players can't buy it, and can enable mortals to see through the darkness—"

Everyone gasped when they saw this. Some looked surprised and envious, some couldn't help but reach out to touch it, and some simply showed their adaptability and immediately called out, "Godfather, let the child play with it."

The owner held up the thick black object and gave a powerful explanation in the voice of a professional voice actor, "That's right, with this, the night is as good as day. Let the brothers wear the equipment and lead the way, and the others will follow behind. A mere night road is nothing to worry about..."

"Great, it's a night vision goggles! We are saved." The brothers watching the scene also cheered, stretching their necks and cheering.

Slow Gunner also joined in the performance, reaching out to grab the other end of the prop. "Where can I buy such a good tactical prop?"

The owner gave a fake advertising smile and looked around at his good brothers, "Are you still worried about the dim light at night? Are you still worried about others making great achievements while you can only envy them in vain?

You need an opportunity, a legendary feat that will make you famous. Now the props to help you succeed are right in front of you -

"You won't be cheated or fooled by buying these Bison brand night vision goggles. Not five hundred and eighty, not four hundred and eighty, just three hundred and ninety. Open the game store now, spend three hundred and ninety, and take the night raid prop home right away!"

"Great!" A player opened his personal interface and looked at his 68 merit balance. He suddenly felt that he shouldn't have been so extravagant, buying every skin and decoration he saw...

"Forget it, I can't afford it."

"Even if you can afford it, it has to be shipped from the main base. By the time the night vision goggles have traveled thousands of miles to reach you, I'm afraid they'll be cold."

"It's okay." Slow Gunner waved his hand soothingly. "As far as I know, the Beiwei Army has purchased at least twenty sets of night vision goggles, which is enough for us to launch a night attack."

"We've got the night vision goggles, so what are we waiting for?" An impatient man waved his hand at the sky, as if slapping a dog's butt. "Let's start the feigned surrender and night attack plan as soon as possible!"

"Hey, wait!"

At this time, a brother wearing a European military uniform and a helmet with an eagle emblem raised his hand to question, and the brothers around him tacitly made room.

This brother wore a homemade "gas mask" on his face, carried a wooden Mauser rifle model on his back, and a water bottle hanging on his chest swayed from side to side with his steps.

"I have no doubts about your night attack plan, but I do have one concern. What if the brothers who are cooperating with you are exposed before the uprising, or if the combat troops launching the night attack are repelled? Have you considered the follow-up measures?"

The Slow Gunner pondered for a moment, then promptly recalled the plan he had already prepared in his head. After slightly refining it, he said:
"If there's a flaw in any link, like the fake surrender being exposed, the ambushers will immediately retreat, or lie in wait in the surrounding mountains and forests. When the Tartars no longer trust the surrendered troops and choose to storm the city, the ambushers will circle around and attack the Tartars from behind."

The slow gunner paused and continued, "If the Tartars were able to calmly organize a counterattack and repel us when attacked at night, then I can only say that their combat capability is comparable to ours.

Then I suggest that you immediately abandon all Korean territory, attack Jeju Island in Korea and Tsushima Island in Japan by ship, use these two islands as bases to become the pirate king, and launch a landing operation across the entire territory of Korea, making the Tartars run for their lives."

"Hey, that sounds okay. A new One Piece copy has been born!"

"Forget it. It sounds time-consuming and laborious. How long will it take to defeat the Tartars? Two years, three years? This is suitable for battle-crazed players who can get high just by fighting, but not for me."

"This night raid requires a high level of coordination. We can't possibly rely on the Ming army or the Koreans to do it for us, right? So how many of our players should we send out to feign surrender, how many to conduct the night raid, and how many to stay behind to command the army and defend the city?"

"It's better to have fewer false surrenders than more. No more than a thousand at most."

"The night attack force cannot be less. I think three thousand people are enough."

"Leave one thousand of us in Huangzhou to control the army. If our surprise attack fails, we still have the troops in one city to hold back the Tartars. If we all go all-in and get killed, these tens of thousands of troops will be easy prey for the Tartars. Remember, these more than 10,000 Ming troops are veterans who followed us to recapture Liaodong. We must not harm them."

"Of course. It's not easy to train a strong team. Think back to when I first played Mount & Blade, I practiced for ages to build a group of elite soldiers, but in the end, they were all killed in a decisive battle. I felt so sad. Xiang Yu, who didn't dare to cross the Yangtze River, was exactly like me..."

"Then the question arises: there must be 20% to 30% of the players left behind, so who will stay to look after the house?"

After these words were spoken, all the representatives looked at each other in surprise.

Yes.

If the night attack fails, the remaining group will be the backbone. But if the night attack is successful, the combat group will reap a lot of reputation and merit.

Even if the merit points are distributed fairly after the battle, the combat team can still have a good time killing, and the joy of killing Tartars is doubled.

However, apart from a small number of civilian, farming, and ranger groups who desire non-combat, the other players are all chaos-possessed war maniacs, and it is absolutely impossible to prevent them from fighting.

So, out of fairness, duels to determine the number of attacking teams were staged in various places in the city.

Huang Zilong had just finished taking care of his personal business in the dry toilet when he received "indirect information" from the captain.

He pushed the door open and walked out, only to see a brother wearing a bamboo hat standing not far away. The familiar name above his head startled him for a moment, "Hey, brother, did you hear the captain's voice message too?"

"Yeah." Huang Zilong looked calm and slowly approached the other party.

"Are you going to give up the attack, or are you going to duel with me?" 'Lu Xiaobu' lifted up his hat, his clear eyes emitting a confident light.

"I'm sorry, even if we are brothers and close friends, I can't give up the opportunity to attack." Huang Zilong tightened the sword at his waist.

"Then the only option left is a duel—"

The two men said in unison, their right hands tightly gripping the hilts of their swords, "This is a battle to determine who is stronger, and to decide life and death..."

A duel was initiated, and the two men stared at each other coldly, as if they had fought tens of thousands of times in an instant. Even the whistling cold wind was like the terrifying sword energy emitted by them, carrying a cloud of snow, dust and ashes into the distance.

"Let's take action!"

Following a loud roar, the two men's grip on the knife handles suddenly loosened, and then they clenched their fists and drew an arc in the air.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Rock vs. Scissors.

"KO!" The voiceover of the game system flashed through the minds of the two people.

Huang Zilong's clenched fist won the victory, while Lu Xiaobu staggered back two and a half steps, as if he had been injured by a sword energy.

Just like a morally upright hero who chose not to execute the defeated villain, but instead quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Huang Zilong held onto Lu Xiaobu's arm, and the latter said, quite moved, "Oh, I didn't expect that Mr. Huang would be so magnanimous..."

"Don't be arrogant when you win, and forgive others when you can..."

Huang Zilong hadn't finished speaking when he felt a surge of murderous intent. He immediately dodged and retreated half a step. A familiar elbow strike missed his cheek by a fist. Seeing that Lu Xiaobu's elbow strike had failed, Huang Zilong couldn't help but laugh. "Ha, Mr. Huang won't be hit by the same elbow twice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Zilong looked at the defeated Xiaobu and said something very sarcastic and provocative, "If you are new, then practice more. But I am not accepting disciples recently."

"Damn it! Huang Zilong, just wait for me, I will be back!"

Lu Xiaobu roared at Huang Zilong, but the latter just shook his cloak, posed in a cool and handsome posture, and left proudly.

At the same time, "life and death duels" were taking place in other places, and it was finally decided to send out a team of 800 pretending to surrender and a team of 3,200 night attacks.

The remaining one thousand players, ten thousand Ming troops, five thousand Korean regular troops, and ten thousand volunteers formed the city defense team, divided into five units to carry out various tasks related to defending the city.

……

On the day when the news of the defeat spread throughout Huangzhou, the military and civilians were all in panic. However, as the magical observation balloon rose above Huangzhou City and the Crown Prince issued a declaration of resistance to the death, the surrenderist mood of defeat instantly dissipated.

The Korean soldiers who had seen the "hot air balloon" were no longer surprised, but the volunteers and civilians who had never seen it were terrified.

It was not until they confirmed that this thing was the "secret technique" of the Beiwei Army that the volunteers were convinced that even if the enemy won a big victory and had superior military strength, the Beiwei Army's chances of winning were still 50-50.

The observation balloon only needs to rise fifty meters into the air to be able to see dozens of miles away.

However, in the snowy winter, if the enemy wanted to respond, it would be difficult to see any trace of the enemy.

Fortunately, the Tatars won a great victory and gained the main forces of many speculators. Not only did the size of their army grow rapidly, they even gave up their marching disguise and approached Huangzhou in a swagger.

The Tatars did not seem to be afraid of being discovered by the enemy, just like a tiger in the mountains and forests that did not mind using its roar to announce its whereabouts.

The Tatars broke into the warning distance of about 50 miles, and the surrender team finally set out, heading south with countless letters of surrender.

Of course, the brothers were not only good actors, but also alert and smart people. From time to time, someone would use quicklime to leave traces on the trees and gravel along the way to indicate the direction.

When they rushed into the sight of the Tartar scouts, all the players stopped as if they had hit a stone wall.

"Ajie" walked out of the formation alone twenty steps, deliberately raised his sword and bow and arrow and shook them, then put them on the ground in front of the Tartar scouts, and then moved forward with his bare hands raised high.

"Don't shoot, we are on the same side, we are King Zhishun's soldiers!"

"Ajie" continued to move forward until he entered the scout's psychological safety line. An arrow whizzed and landed in front of his feet, signaling him not to come any closer.

"We are our own people!"

Ajie untied the round cloth bag from behind his waist and threw it forward. A scout exchanged glances with his companions, then rode forward and thrust his spear in front of his teammate.

After checking it out, everyone realized that it was a human head. Judging from the freshness of the head, it must have been chopped off within a day or two.

Ajie immediately repeated his words of surrender in Mongolian, and the other party then confirmed the purpose of this army's visit.

Although King Zhishun Shang Kexi was a Han Chinese, he was a general of Liaodong after all. He had some Jurchens and Mongolian Yiding under his command, so it was normal for him to speak Mongolian.

The scouts quickly sent someone back to report the news, and then stood guard and waited in the surrounding area.

Before long, hundreds of cavalrymen who came to support surrounded Ajie and others, and then "escorted" them to the main camp from the front and back.

The pretending-surrender team headed south, and the main force of the Tatars headed north. The dynamic march of both sides shortened the distance a lot. When the pretending-surrender team was welcomed into the camp, this place was less than 30 miles away from Huangzhou City.

……

In recent times, countless Koreans have surrendered with courtesy, and the number of soldiers under his command has gradually exceeded 70,000, so the daily marching speed has slowed down.

However, the problem of food and fodder was not a big deal. With the assistance of the two classes of nobles, Dorgon did not even have to send soldiers to collect food. The other party would take the initiative to exploit the civilians and slaves and offer them to him.

Those self-righteous aristocratic scholars had to sit in front of Dorgon, raise their glasses to praise Dorgon's ability in both civil and military affairs, and even smiled foolishly and wanted to send their daughters to Dorgon's bedside.

Dorgon did not drink during the march, but a series of flattery and adulation had already made him slightly drunk for many days.

Countless people described the Beiwei Army as a lost dog, ready to flee back to Liaodong in disgrace, and they did not dare to go south to Korea for ten years.

Dorgon was cautious at first, but after hearing what others said, he felt that he was too vigilant against the Beiwei Army.

For example, this time he received news that a group of surrendered soldiers had surrendered.

It is said that the troops of Han princes were captured by the Beiwei Army, most of whom were Shang Kexi's soldiers, and a small part were Kong Youde's soldiers.

Dorgon just wanted to laugh. The Beiwei Army, which had always been strict in military discipline, had also experienced a defection. It turned out that the Beiwei Army would also lose if it won too many times.

He had personally annihilated the powerful Eight Hundred Black Flag Battalion in the past, and this time he believed that he could officially defeat the main force of this powerful army.

Dorgon planned to meet with the leader of this "surrendered army" in person, but the preparations before and after the meeting were extremely thorough.

He really wanted to quickly recruit these surrendered soldiers, but they had escaped from the Beiwei Army. Who knew if they were disguised as soldiers of the Bordered Black Banner? He had to investigate carefully.

The surrendered soldiers were temporarily placed in a camp somewhere and were not allowed to move around.

The surrendered soldiers who were about to meet the prince were almost stripped naked, their hair touched, and their mouths opened, for fear that a suicide bomb might have been placed in some loophole.

If the surrendered soldiers had not tried their best to stop them and swore and cursed again and again, the Tartars would have wanted to check the surrendered soldiers' anus as well. After all, they had suffered losses before and had their faces covered with a mixture of red and yellow.

Only after the inspection was completed were the thirty leaders allowed to meet the prince.

When Ajie and the others arrived at the meeting place, they were surprised to find that the scene organized by Prince Rui was really exaggerated.

The distance between him and the opponent was locked at forty steps. The space between the two sides was filled with elite Bayala. Hundreds of Bayala stood diagonally outward like spread crane wings, leaving only a half-person-wide space in the middle for the two sides to talk.

Seeing that Dorgon was so afraid of death, Ajie couldn't help but burst out laughing in his heart.

This guy Dorgon must have been psychologically traumatized by the Black Flag Camp's counter-breakout. He wanted to protect the surrendered Ming soldiers with three layers of human walls inside and outside?

(End of this chapter)