Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 276: Dark Moon and High Wind, Killing Night
The scouts leading the way were divided into groups of three, with each group about a mile apart, moving forward quickly in a wedge-shaped formation.

It is crucial for the reconnaissance team led by them to find enemy scouts and block the enemy's intelligence.

The teams on both wings were looking for the white marks left by Ajie and others so that they could immediately correct their direction of advance to avoid going in the wrong direction and wasting planned time.

The battle between the scouts was safe and sound. Players wearing night vision goggles could always detect the hiding places of the Tang soldiers in the dark in advance, sneak up on them quietly, and stab the Tartars in the neck with a dagger.

At first, the soldiers were extremely shocked and stared at the enemy in front of them with wide eyes, but they were surprised to find that their bodies were suppressed and their mouths and noses were tightly covered.

The player said nothing, staring at the other party coldly, allowing the Tartar to struggle and make sounds, until the Tartar finally lost all signs of life in despair and collapsed limply to the ground.

Not long after, the large army from behind arrived here. Huang Zilong vaguely saw several blurry figures lying on the ground. Only when he got closer did he see fresh corpses.

The deceased lay quietly in the animal skin blanket wrapped around him, with no signs of struggle, as if he had died quietly in his sleep.

The elite team "eliminates" the witnesses in the front, while the main force follows behind.

Finally, at 1:30 a.m. in the game time, the large army arrived three miles outside the Tatar camp.

Even with the faint moonlight tonight, Huang Zilong could still see the bonfires in the enemy camp. Tens of thousands of tents stretched for miles, like a long dragon crouching in the burning forest, seeking warmth.

The tactical plan for the night attack was to launch assaults from three directions: the west, northwest, and inside the camp, in an effort to drive the Tatars to the hilly and mountainous areas in the southeast, further disrupting the organization of the Tatar main force in order to inflict a second blow.

"All troops take an hour's break and check their weapons and equipment!"

The commander's orders echoed in the captain's ears, and the captains of each team whispered instructions to their teammates around them.

Huang Zilong carefully checked the many pieces of equipment on his body, including firecrackers, incendiary bombs, stun guns, armor-piercing hammers, javelins... even his armor was intact.

Although marching in armor is tiring, fortunately the march is not far and a short rest is needed to replenish one's strength.

Suddenly, he felt a tapping on his shoulder. Huang Zilong turned his head and saw a familiar face.

Lu Xiaobu.

"Didn't you lose? How come..."

"Hehe, I said I would come back."

Lu Xiaobu looked proud as he took off the leather package on his back and handed it to someone else, then found an empty spot to sit down.

Meanwhile, the 'Breakthrough Player' on the other side mercilessly exposed Lu Xiaobu's disguise, "Actually, he won the loser's bracket, but now he has to serve as a supporting soldier, carrying armor..."

"Fuck! You've ruined all the mystery I worked so hard to create. How disrespectful!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you little auxiliary soldier, come and put on armor for this soldier!"

The breakthrough fighter stood up straight, like a dummy that could be manipulated by anyone, waiting for Lu Xiaobu to put on a set of armor for him.

Lu Xiaobu muttered something to himself, but his hands did not stop. He worked tirelessly to put armor on his elder brother, like a wronged and bullied young wife.

It’s just that the position of the armor is a little strange… Huang Zilong immediately pointed out the mistake, “Xiao Bu, what kind of armor are you wearing? It’s covering your head.”

Lu Xiaobu glanced at him unhappily, and that look of disdain seemed to say, "You country bumpkin, what do you know?"

Unexpectedly, the breakthrough player had no objection. Instead, he excitedly urged her, his muffled voice like it was hiding in a water tank, buzzing, "Hurry up."

It was not until the breakthrough man finished putting on his armor that Huang Zilong realized what the opponent looked like: a headless armored warrior.

But this is not the end. Lu Xiaobu turned around and took out a "head" from the package carried by the breakthrough man, and directly put it on the "shoulders" of the armored soldier.

In this way, a living armored soldier was born.

"No, what are you doing?"

Before Huang Zilong received a response, he saw his teammates around him putting on armor or taking their own props.

A moment later, Lu Xiaobu, Liu Changsheng, Breakthrough Hand and others came over with evil looks on their faces, holding a bag of extremely realistic props in their hands. Their eyes seemed to be saying, just follow us.

Huang Zilong was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the strange thing and felt an inexplicable sense of horror.

A horror dungeon has been opened in the historical game?

……

Simple pointed stakes protrude outwards, which is the outer "wall" of the entire army camp. You can cross the rows of pointed stakes with just one leap.

From the Eight Banners nobles to the bannermen and bondservants, everyone felt that this battle was a great advantage.

No one was worried about foreign attacks because even the most powerful Beiwei army was in great disarray.

There was no rival for the Qing Dynasty within the eight provinces of Korea.

The princes were in a good mood, so the pawns under them could also have good food.

Dozens of guardsmen, having eaten and drunk their fill, stood in front of the camp and whispered to each other, while the leader of the Eight Banners Han army was all smiles.

He had learned from his relatives that the princes would grab land after taking control of Korea, and that they, the low-level bannermen who had served the Eight Banners for many years, could become landlords.

When the thought of becoming a landlord, surrounded by dozens of tenant farmers, and only having to spend time with his wives and concubines day and night, the bannerman felt that his future was bright.

Suddenly, a rustling sound interrupted his fantasy, like the noise of foxes and hares running through the grass.

Would any animal dare to approach a human camp in the middle of the night?
But as the sound grew louder, an ominous premonition came to his mind. Qi Ding held his breath and looked towards the source of the sound. Everything was dark and blurry, and only the faint sound from before continued to be heard.

Suddenly, several arrows shot out from the dark shadows, hitting the flag bearer in the chest. Other guards were also hit by arrows.

Enemy soldiers attack at night!

This thought exploded in my mind like a lit firecracker.

The flag bearer fell to the ground with his head raised. He tried to shout but only a sound came out. He could only watch as a group of enemy soldiers rushed into the camp.

Many players wore masks adorned with demonic trappings, as if the gates of hell had been opened to release countless wandering spirits. A "traitor" hiding in the camp also broke into the nearby Tartar camp, snatched up knives and hammers, and struck the Tartar soldiers in the head, chopping down the sleepy Tartars.

Then the traitors scattered, killing anyone they saw and hacking down any enemy they saw.

Or they would pretend to be frightened fleeing soldiers, shouting in Chinese and Mongolian alternately, "The monsters are coming, run away," "Prince Rui has been killed," "Dorgon has escaped," "The Ming army is everywhere, the camp has been broken"...

The players in the west also launched a charge one after another. The dense footsteps mixed with the sound of vibrating armor plates poured into the Tatar camp like a torrent of steel.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" the player, who was red-eyed with killing intent, roared.

When Huang Zilong heard the monkey-like roar, he couldn't help but imitate it.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." Soon, hundreds of brothers also followed suit with strange howling, as if tens of thousands of horny monkeys were rushing down from the mountains.

Huang Zilong gripped an armor-piercing hammer, kicked the crackling bonfire away, picked up a burning piece of wood, and lit it when he saw the straw in the military tent.

Two players covered in blood flashed past, with spiked collars on their heads and their fat bellies defenseless.

The two of them would occasionally growl some slightly electronic beatboxing, something like "zero one one zero zero...", and from time to time they would wave the flaming meteor hammers in their hands, the blue flames revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

You bunch of idiot players, can you dress like a human being when playing the dungeon?

Huang Zilong thought to himself, he wondered if a door to another world had opened somewhere, releasing two mutated monsters.

The teammates on the other side were ecstatic upon seeing this. They immediately picked up the Gatling fireworks, stepped onto the highest point of an overturned carriage, and shouted that their machine spirits were overjoyed while aiming the violently erupting fireworks at the Tartar camp.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

It’s really all over now. The army of evil demons has rushed into the world.

Huang Zilong glanced unhappily at the surging players in front of him. Their strange figures swayed among the fires, like a group of monsters from hell running around in the campfire camp.

The figures flashing ahead were the panicked Baoyi and Han troops, and their screams of fear and panic resounded through the heavens and earth.

The ground illuminated by the bonfire was in a mess, with countless abandoned objects and debris scattered all over the ground. The bodies of people killed by players or trampled to death by their own people lay all over the ground. People in the pursuit and escape queues were constantly tripped by obstacles.

Huang Zilong's worries only lasted for a moment before disappearing into thin air. He quickly caught up with the players who rushed up and attacked further eastward.

He used the light provided by the burning tents to identify obstacles on the ground and possible enemies around him. The fierce Tartar soldiers often rushed over howling.

Huang Zilong didn't waste any time talking to them. He roared with the players who were accompanying him, hacking and stabbing at the newcomers. After a series of shrill screams, the remnants of the Qing soldiers who had been organized with great difficulty turned around and fled.

The excitement of fighting bravely pumped into his heart, and the continued secretion of adrenaline gave Huang Zilong a sense of invincibility.

"Brothers, rush!"

All players are not allowed to stop for any reason. This is a military order issued before the war and is also a core requirement during the battle.

Once the player starts charging, the Tatar camp will be smashed into pieces, rushed into the mountains and forests, and rushed away until it can no longer be reorganized!
The closer you are to the Tatar core camp, the more Tatars will resist with weapons. Players will swing their weapons to kill the enemies that pop out of the shadows.

No matter whether it is a human or a monster, as long as they dare to stand in front of the player with a weapon and have a red name on their head, even gods and Buddhas will kill them on the spot!

The alternating charge of thousands of players shook the entire Tartar camp, waking up countless sleeping Tartars. Some of them were swept away by the running crowd without even having time to put on their clothes.

Some frightened horses also rushed around in the camp, accidentally trampling the fire, splashing sparks in all directions, and the sparks ignited the central tent and set it on fire.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, a mixture of the Eight Banners and Koreans, fled in all directions like frightened ants. The dense crowd jostled and pushed each other, and many people were knocked to the ground by the chaotic collision, and then trampled by dozens of dirty soles of their feet.

The chaotic camp was filled with shouts and neighs of horses, and the Eight Banners nobles who were originally sleeping soundly inside the camp were awakened.

Dorgon immediately stood up and put on his weapons and equipment. There was a crackling sound, which sounded like firecrackers or a volley of bird guns.

Dorgon, fully armed, was the first to walk out of the tent, but what he saw was a dark hell of flames, roars, and running people.

Outside the village, cries and shouts shook the sky, and chaotic torches were swaying everywhere in the field of vision. Among the interlaced lights and shadows, countless figures and war horses were running everywhere.

When he first heard the noise outside the camp, Dorgon thought it was just a common camp roar.

Whether it was the Ming army or the Tatars, there were usually people with deep hatred and grievances, who usually accumulated a lot of negative energy and repressed emotions. Once someone started shouting and crying, it would often trigger a chain reaction among others, causing the entire group to fall into a hysterical state, fighting and beating each other, and even killing each other.

The horrific consequences of the camp roar were unforgettable, so general military leaders would pay attention to the problem of "camp roar". Just as Dorgon was about to send elite soldiers to suppress it, he heard crackling explosions and loud noises, and then he realized that it was the Ming army attacking.

However, among the soldiers running outside the camp, some shouted "Ming army is raiding the camp", some also screamed "Monsters are coming", and even more outrageous were those who shouted "Ghost soldiers are passing through, all idlers should retreat".

The shouts and explosions were getting closer and closer, and Dorgon thought to himself that it was bad. Although he did not believe in gods and monsters, he was sure that the Ming army would come and take his head.

Judging from the frequency of the bird guns and explosions, he estimated that the number of attacking Ming troops was definitely no less than 5,000.

With only 5,000 men attacking his tens of thousands of troops by surprise, he should have had the advantage. Unfortunately, the organization level was extremely low at night. An order had to be conveyed to the entire army by running for several miles. Moreover, they had to advance in the dark, and they might encounter enemy troops.

But it is darkness on our side, and it is also darkness on the enemy side!
Dorgon racked his brains to understand how several thousand Ming troops could have marched such a long distance without being noticed, especially in the dead of night when marching was most difficult. Even a formidable army like the Beiwei Army would have found it difficult to do so, right?!

The beautiful dream of the eight provinces of Korea seemed to be gradually fading away, and Dorgon's heart was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Was his planning for many days going to vanish into thin air today?
The damn Beiwei Army, why did they dare to take the risk of launching a surprise attack on a snowy night after suffering such a crushing defeat!
Why do the Beiwei Army dare to use such desperate fighting tactics!

Dorgon looked at the starry sky in despair, lamenting in his heart, "Since the Qing Dynasty was born, why did the Black Flag exist..."

"Quick, quickly take the prince to retreat!" The commander of the guards drew out his sword, raised it high above his head and shook it. Hundreds of elite Bayala quickly gathered around the prince.

The sound of explosions and the light of fire inside the camp were getting closer and closer, and were about to approach the depths of the camp.

"go!"

Another Mongolian beile who was approaching came with a few guards and gathered together. He shouted and hundreds of elite Bayara ran towards the south.

But before they ran far, they saw hundreds of ferocious "monsters" surrounding them.

Under the shadow of the night, the figures of various monsters and evil beasts gradually appeared, as if releasing all the monsters from horror movies in the East and the West.

(End of this chapter)