Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 277 Miska Mosca
Some people were covered in a pale white, with the word "miserable" written in blood on their faces and pure white casual clothes, and red liquid dripped onto the ground from time to time.

More than a dozen eerie "monsters" nearby were playing suonas, beating gongs, humming the thriller soundtracks from horror movies, and jumping around on the spot like a funeral procession. They looked and sounded extremely sinister.

The most outrageous thing was that there were dozens of zombies with completely "ruined" faces. Some of them were lying on the ground and moving like spiders, some were spitting out mouths full of blood and broken teeth, and some had arms and legs that looked broken and twisted, but they were still moving slowly forward.

On the contrary, the armored soldier leaning in the front had no special features, with a pale face covered with blood spots.

Dorgon was already disheartened by the night attack on the camp, and now he was so shocked when he saw the bloody monsters that he couldn't say a word.

Could it be that an evil ghost has come to claim my life?
The other guards were so frightened that they retreated one after another. They were about to draw their bows and arrows as usual, but they found that they fled in such a hurry that they couldn't even grab the bows and arrows.

At this time, dozens of guards clenched their swords, either wanting to show off in front of their master Dorgon, or simply not believing in these ghost things and thinking that they were just some sleight of hand tricks played by mortals to fool people.

The guards drew their swords and attacked in all directions, trying to expand the gap to break out.

The commander of the guards took the lead and pounced on the armored soldier who was alone in the deep enemy territory in front of him. He swung his sword and hit the soldier's head.

The head fell to the ground with a puff. The commander looked in the direction of the sound and felt that beheading was quite easy, like chopping a piece of firewood with an axe.

However, the beheaded enemy soldier did not fall down, and no three-foot-high blood spurted out from the joint of the severed head. It stood there like a mountain.

The light from the burning tent fire cast a faint glow. With a crisp creaking sound, the headless armored soldier continued to march forward.

How can this be? !
The guard was suddenly frightened and looked at the knife in his hand in disbelief.

He was convinced that he had chopped off the enemy's head, but why didn't the enemy soldier fall down and was able to continue fighting?

"Ahhh!"

The guard commander yelled in panic, the terrifying atmosphere further depriving him of his rationality. He didn't even think about stabbing the unarmored parts a few more times.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the commander of the guards was stabbed in the neck by the "headless soldier".

The beheaded soldier survived, but the brave commander of the guards was also killed with one blow.

The cruel reality shook the hearts of all Qing soldiers.

The bravery of the Beiwei Army has reached an astonishing level where they can survive even if their heads are cut off!

Even more terrifying was the headless armored soldier who severed the commander's head in front of everyone, then held it high above his head and roared, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne!"

Even though it has lost its head, it can still find its way and roar. Is this a human or a monster?

At the same time, other Qing soldiers who broke through also encountered terrifying ghosts.

Black and White Impermanence led a group of strange ghost soldiers to charge forward.

The Black and White Impermanence spew out long blood-red tongues that hang all the way to the ground, and make a slight rustling sound when they walk.

The Black and White Impermanence waved the mourning sticks in their hands as if showing off their magic. The sticks suddenly ignited with green flames, leaving a half circle of dazzling flames in the air, like a fire show performed by a theater troupe.

However, this is not the end yet. More than ten balls of faint green ghost fire lit up in front of the ghost soldiers.

At this time, the "ghost soldiers" suddenly parted to the left and right to make a passage. The terrified Qing soldiers were wondering what the ghost soldiers were going to do, when suddenly fifty people, no, it should be said that fifty ghost soldiers strode out.

In their left arms they held a hideous helmet with a ghost face, and in their right hands they held a sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

And the place where the head should be between the shoulders of the armored soldiers was actually empty!
"Ah shit, wild boar skin..."

A group of ghost soldiers shouted in Cantonese, which the Tartars could not understand, and fifty armored soldiers responded by accelerating forward.

In the dim light of the fire, the smooth armor reflected a shimmering white light. As the ghost soldiers behind him quietly sprinkled powder on the head of the "headless armored soldier", the surface of the heavy armor ignited with a green ghost fire that was exactly the same as the ghost fire just now.

Burning, burning, fifty soldiers were soon enveloped in blue flames.

The fire-burning ghost soldiers of the underworld? !

The ancients, who did not know the principle of phosphorescent fire, thought that the green fire was the ghosts and resentment of mortals after death. When they saw the green ghost fire that was only found in large numbers in cemeteries and battlefields, they were so frightened that they no longer had the will to resist.

Even the real Manchuria, who had just regarded everything in front of him as a decoy, could not stand it anymore. How could an ordinary person have green ghost fire burning on his body?

If these headless armored soldiers aren't ghost soldiers, then what are they? How can mortals compete with demons and ghosts!?
At this time, a flare rose slowly into the sky not far away, illuminating the dark land as bright as day.

Almost all the Qing soldiers couldn't help but look up at the sky, their eyes reflecting this bright unnatural light.

There are both shocking monsters and demons, as well as magical lighting that can instantly dispel darkness.

The Beiwei Army is not ordinary people at all, but masters who practice Taoism!
Perhaps some of them practice unorthodox methods, but obviously there are more people practicing the great immortal arts. Otherwise, how could there be so many extraordinary techniques?
As the flares gradually dimmed, the area returned to a state of burning tents, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Several rounds of bizarre magic spells frightened the Qing soldiers so much that they lost their souls and trembled all over like sieves. Most of them seemed to have forgotten to turn around and flee.

Superstition about ghosts and gods was extremely destructive to the ancients. In addition, it was late at night and the dark environment made the "playing tricks" even more mysterious and terrifying. More than half of the Qing soldiers knelt on the ground.

There are real Manchus, Han army flags, as well as bannermen and Korean soldiers.

They kowtowed, admitting their mistakes, and stumbling over their words, saying they had no intention of offending the ghost kings. They promised to burn incense and yellow paper for the great masters in the future, and begged the ghost soldiers to spare their lives and not to take their souls away to be tortured in the Hall of Hell. A small number of "naive materialists" from the Mongolian and Han banners remained skeptical, believing they had simply been bewitched by a sorcery and that the hallucinations would resolve if they could escape this perilously dark place.

A Mongolian prince took advantage of the moment when everyone was shocked, dragged dozens of soldiers and Prince Rui into the chaotic camp, and fled south.

At this time, the players who had finished showing off finally surrounded and killed the serious Tartars one by one, and then executed them on the spot.

It was not until a Han army flag pointed the way that the player realized that the enemy commander was in the ranks of the fleeing soldiers.

"Dorgon fled south..."

The warning message is passed to the commander through a captain and then conveyed to all members.

Even the enemy commander was forced to flee in panic. "Slow Gunner," knowing his night raid plan had essentially succeeded, immediately issued a proposal to all members:

Let the player who stayed in Huangzhou lead the remaining troops out of the city to hunt down the enemy soldiers who were defeated in this battle and expand the results of the battle.

Many captains and players used voice to communicate tactical details during the pursuit while fighting.

After more than half an hour of intense discussion, everyone finally reached a consensus.

Mashed Potatoes summoned all the soldiers in the city to assemble immediately in the name of the prince. Only then did the soldiers know that the top leaders had actually risked their lives to carry out the night attack plan, and the front-line soldiers also sent back military reports.

The night attack plan was a great success, and they were urgently needed to go out of the city to fight and consolidate the results!
After the Huangzhou troops assembled and set out, only two and a half hours had passed since the surprise attack team broke into the Tartar camp.

Players who were far behind came after them one after another, like a big net catching the escaped fish that had escaped from the north and south.

Huang Zilong charged forward, not knowing how far he had gone and how many enemy soldiers he had killed. The crowd of people running before him suddenly became much thinner. Wounded baoyi and Koreans lay on the ground, struggling and squirming. People were shouting and horses were neighing, and occasionally a few cries for help could be heard.

Huang Zilong was surprised to see thousands of defeated soldiers kneeling on the ground, with less than eight hundred players standing before them...

At least half of the Han army flags and baoyi were wearing cloth armor or chain mail.

Such an elite force did not fight to the death, nor did they flee in all directions. Instead, they knelt on the ground like a group of fanatical believers who were afraid of the supreme power of their leader, mumbling strange words such as begging for mercy and grace. Some even whispered that they hoped the gods would bless them and would not let the evil soldiers take away their souls.

Huang Zilong sighed inwardly upon seeing this: the makeup techniques of horror movies, the strange flames displayed by chemical agents, the localized illumination displayed by flares... for the ignorant ancient people, they were truly impeccable.

Huang Zilong picked up a wooden box and sat down to take a rest. The character's physical condition had dropped from "full of energy" before the battle to "exhausted".

At this moment, the time was gradually entering the early morning hours, and the sky in the distance seemed to have lifted the dark fog.

The noise of firecrackers and gunshots gradually died down, replaced by shouts and curses from people standing in line.

Huang Zilong subconsciously reached behind his waist to take out the bamboo tube and dry food bag. While replenishing his water and dry food, he looked at the distant sky.

The light on the horizon is gentle and smooth, the entire distance is wrapped in a quiet blue, and the orange-red dawn between the sky and the earth is interspersed.
"Is this the blues hour? It's so beautiful."

He clicked on the system function and took several photos of the beautiful natural scenery at the horizon. Suddenly, he saw more than ten brothers walking past him, with a sky mixed with blue and orange behind them.

Huang Zilong suddenly thought of the dusk scene in "Sicario". He lowered himself onto the box and turned on the camera to record the scene before him.

The dawn light spreads across the horizon, and a group of heroes shouldering heavy responsibilities are moving forward firmly towards their destination.

Dawn brings the light, and the rising sun, which has just climbed out of the horizon, shines obliquely on the earth.

Dense corpses were revealed as the light shone, weapons and equipment were piled in the mud, and the war horses that had lost their owners stayed there in confusion, chewing the grass, and from time to time they raised their heads and let out a long neigh, as if to remind them of their existence.

The enemy soldiers still fleeing further south were no longer visible, but a handful of players were still hot on their heels, chasing them relentlessly. As they pursued, they shouted, "Those who surrender will be spared!" "Put down your weapons and surrender!" "Kneel on the ground and don't move..."

The exhausted Qing soldiers felt their limbs limp and powerless, and their tired faces were filled with dull numbness and confusion. They had neither the strength to shout nor the power to escape. Thousands of them sat slumped on the ground or knelt on the ground, waiting for the Beiwei Army to decide their life or death.

Armor and helmets littered the ground, and the embers of bonfires and tents continuously spewed black smoke into the sky. The dejected defeated soldiers were escorted to a place by players with weapons.

The surprise attack tactics came to an end, but the strategic goal of annihilating the Tartars had not yet been achieved.

Huang Zilong took a short rest and continued to chase south with the other players, shouting as he chased the enemy.

"Those Han and North Korean troops who kneel down and surrender will be spared!"

"Anyone who captures a Tartar general will receive a minimum reward of fifty taels!"

"Anyone who presents the head of the slave chief Dorgon will be rewarded with one thousand taels of silver! Anyone who captures the slave chief Dorgon alive will be rewarded with five thousand taels of silver!"

The player's strategy of winning over the hearts and minds of the people was very effective. Many Koreans and bannermen were originally forced to be captives, and were half-hungry and half-full most of the time. The food distributed at the celebration banquets for one or two days was not enough to consume their food.

They had exhausted their strength in the frantic running after the attack, and fell to the ground one by one. They were not in a hurry to get up and run away, but quickly knelt on the ground before the players arrived, trying their best to put on a submissive posture in order to survive.

As for the Tatars who were chosen as "prey", they were in trouble.

Dorgon was protected by dozens of Manchu and Mongolian soldiers and was forced to go into the mountains in the southeast, but he suddenly ran into a group of Koreans who were also fleeing on the way.

Who else could it be but Zhao Silang, the white-haired leader of the Korean team?

(End of this chapter)