Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 293 Which is the medium cup or large cup?

The winter sun hanging high in the sky slowly sets, as if a flame has ignited half of the sky, and the fiery red glow shines on the earth.

More than a hundred corpses lay in a mess on the ground, with swords, spears, and guns scattered all over the ground. Dried dark red bloodstains were all over the ground, like a khaki curtain covered with dark red graffiti.

There were more than 200 corpses kneeling neatly on the edge of the ravine, their bodies falling forward, with their heads missing from their shoulders. Looking further ahead, they saw round "blood balls" that had fallen into the ravine.

Continuing to glance to the side, hundreds of poorly dressed men were kneeling on the ground, cowering and waiting for the decision of the winner in front of them.

Most of them were regular soldiers from good families and auxiliary soldiers from slaves. They claimed that they were forced by the rebels to transport food and grass here, and those soldiers who died were naturally loyal to the nobles.

Under the "excellent competition mechanism" of the Li Dynasty, if these hundreds of able-bodied men were distributed with spears, swords and the like, they would look more intimidating than gangs and would be able to win rural fights.

But in the eyes of players, they are not even qualified to be auxiliary soldiers, and at best they can be laborers who carry supplies.

Regardless of whether these strong men were willing or not, the 'Breakthrough Hand' waved his hand and had the interpreter repeat his words, "You are now the defeated soldiers of my Tian... Bandit Catching Camp."

The captives dared not say no, and quickly kowtowed to express their gratitude profusely, and then cleaned up the battlefield under the command of the soldiers of the bandit-catching camp.

The captives squatted on the ground, skillfully collecting scattered weapons and armor, recovering small change and dry food bags, and even stripping boots and outer clothes clean. They then dug holes and buried the bodies in them.

Without the player's orders, more than 700 soldiers from the bandit-catching camp took the initiative to hold weapons and surround the prisoners to monitor them while they worked, as if they were afraid that these newly surrendered prisoners were spies from the nobility.

The soldiers in the Bandit Catching Camp all knew that if the nobles succeeded in their rebellion, they, the "former slaves" who were born into the righteous army, would inevitably be liquidated.

The day before yesterday, a group of soldiers from the bandit-catching camp were ambushed by the rebels. Not only were they defeated and killed in the battle, but they were also humiliated after their death.

After learning from the painful lesson, some of the weak-willed soldiers in the Bandit Catching Camp also made up their minds and vowed to follow the Heavenly Soldiers and resist to the end.

They didn't understand any profound principles, they only knew that they and the nobles were incompatible, and either the rebels would be suppressed or they would be killed.

Fortunately, the heavenly soldiers who could have stayed out of the fight resolutely joined the battle, which made them more convinced of their instructions.

Huang Zilong clenched the sword in his hand and took a closer look. The originally smooth blade looked like a table leg that had been gnawed by a dog.

He threw away the broken knife and picked up a few handy knives, holding one in his hand and putting the others in his belt.

Looking at the busy figures on the battlefield, he glanced at Wu Litou who was lying on a bamboo chair with four soldiers from the bandit-catching camp standing around him.

"Why hasn't this guy come back online yet after logging off?"

Lu Xiaobu approached Wu Litou and fanned his face. If it weren't for the rule of not touching a teammate's body without permission, he would have really wanted to give Wu Litou a good beating and give him a big surprise...

"There's a lot of information to remember, so of course I have to prepare well."

"I think he's logged off to play another game," Lu Xiaobu said unhappily. "I should have made me the communications corpsman. I'm sure I could do it faster and better than him."

"Come on, you've got that kind of memory. You forget most of the text the moment you close the book. I don't have time to wait for you to go online and online to 'recite' intelligence. By the time you've been in and out for a few times, the enemy will be right in front of you."

"We have 'drones' that can monitor the enemy's movements at any time. How can we catch a small group like us?"

"What drone? It's clearly an observation balloon. If we had drones, why would we fight guerrilla warfare? We could just decapitate the rebel leader and be done with it."

The nearest observation point is in North Chungcheong Province, covering a maximum of fifty kilometers. Actually, seeing far away is basically like groping in the fog…” The breakthrough expert also came over to join the conversation.

"That's ten times better than the ancients who only had eyes to see—it's like dispelling the fog of war. Before the enemy even notices us, we've already figured out their direction of advance." Lu Xiaobu pointed at the corpses scattered across the ground. "This is our victory."

"That's true..." 'Ajie' walked over slowly. "Although Xiaobu is usually unreliable, he's right about that."

"See..." Lu Xiaobu was about to say that someone supported him when he realized something was wrong.

He pointed at Ajie and cursed, making a move to chop him with his knife, "You are such a good boy, you always find ways to hurt me!"

Seeing Xiaobu holding the knife, Ajie quickly ran away, jumping and shouting with laughter, "Shark man! Shark man..."

Lu Xiaobu chased after him and shouted, "Stop running! Stop right there!"

You run and I chase you, with the backlight of the setting sun shining behind us.

"Ah. Running under the sunset, my lost youth..."

Huang Zilong couldn't help but take a photo of the two of them running, recalling the days when he and his good brother fought in Battlefield V and conquered Iwo Jima.

They rushed towards the enemy vehicles with grenades in hand, the sun shining on their shoulders, making them look like the freest people in the world.

When they first heard the word "Shark Man", the soldiers in the bandit-catching camp all looked up.

Seeing the two heavenly soldiers smiling, he understood everything - it was the heavenly soldiers doing their daily work again.

They didn't know where the Tianbing's optimism came from despite being in such a desperate situation. They hadn't encountered any friendly forces in recent days.

They only knew that the Heavenly Soldiers were not only strong physically, but also mentally strong.

Huang Zilong approached Wu Litou, who was holding a black wooden board in one hand and a piece of white chalk in the other.

A rough sketch of the entire territory of Korea appeared on the screen, with a bunch of white circles filled with numbers crowded between the prefectures and counties, like cells under a microscope, and triangles representing the player's troops filling in the gaps.

The number "Number 91", which was previously a white circle, was now marked with a big cross.

This means that the food transport team they just defeated was the No. 91 rebel group.

The guerrilla team Huang Zilong belongs to is located at the junction of the three southern prefectures, closer to Gyeongsang Prefecture in the southeast.

Every twenty-four hours, or after a battle, they would send a "communicator" offline to exchange information.

If ancient people had gone through this chain of command of decision-making, transmission, confirmation, execution, reporting, analysis, and re-decision-making, it would have taken at least ten days, no matter how fast. Adding the administrative losses caused by party disputes and internal struggles, it would have taken at least a month for even a small pawn to move forward.

If you encounter an extremely poor makeshift team, a battle of a few months can be dragged on to several years.

However, the "Players and Bandit Catching Camp" guerrillas scattered throughout North Korea can complete the above-mentioned command links within one day.

The most recent one, No. 91, has been dealt with, so the next one is the turn of rebel No. 88.

Huang Zilong stretched out his hand to compare the distance, and estimated the scale in his mind. It was about twenty or thirty miles to the northeast.

The next one is the six white circles of rebels further away. They occupy the counties and towns and consolidate their power...

The largest rebel force in Gyeongsang Province was still besieging the southern port of Busan. A group of players, along with loyal Korean soldiers and bandit-hunting soldiers, vowed to hold their ground. As he was pondering, Wu Litou, sitting on a bamboo chair, suddenly opened his eyes and, without even looking up, began writing furiously, crossing out each white circle.

Each group of rebels represents a monster point, and all of them are left to the players to suppress on their own. They are limited edition mecha models, and first come first served.

With a burst of rapid writing, Wu Litou crossed out one-fifth of the white circles and changed the positions of half of the white circles and triangles.

The large circle in the northeast has shrunk a lot, and its location has also moved to the northeast coast.

The rebels in Gangwon Province in the east also seemed to explode, splitting into more than ten scattered small circles, and were being pursued by triangles one by one.

"What's going on?" Huang Zilong pointed at the split eastern rebels.

"It was a death squad that departed from Seoul—800 players, who requested three times as many auxiliary soldiers to carry their armor. They marched 150 miles day and night, reaching the eastern rebels and resting for half a day.

They put on armor, drew their swords, aimed at the enemy's flag, and charged, and the enemy was defeated."

"No, buddy, I think there are at least 15,000 rebels in Jiangyuan Prefecture? Eight hundred people can defeat them?" Hearing Huang Zilong's low cry, all the players realized that Wu Litou was online and gathered around to update the information.

"A mob of powerful people hastily assembled, so how can they have any morale? Eight hundred armored veteran players are equivalent to eight hundred low-end Astartes. It's no wonder they can easily defeat more than ten thousand weaklings."

"Fuck! We have over 200 players in this team. Counting the bandit-catching soldiers, we can at least defeat the 5,000-man rebel army, right?" Huang Zilong pointed at the largest white circle nearby. "Shall we attack this one?"

"No. The rebels' fighting power is like Schrödinger's cat. You have no idea how strong or weak they are unless you fight them. Some appear to be numerous, but they collapse at the first blow. Others have fewer than 3,000 soldiers, but they're made up of private soldiers from nobles and veterans from the frontier army, making them very difficult to defeat."

"Oh my god, the rebels are almost wiped out by our teammates! Look here!" "Lu Xiaobu" pointed to where everyone was. The white circle that was originally around was eliminated by 80%.

Huang Zilong immediately exclaimed, "Wow!" Just as Zhao Zilong is full of courage, these stupid players are full of liver.

In just a few days, the brothers have "eaten" so many rebels?
The white circles in the north were almost eaten up, leaving only a few lonely white circles scattered around, shivering in the middle of a group of triangles.

"This spot." Wu Litou pointed at the map. "I had originally planned to target Rebel Unit 86. Unexpectedly, after a moment's hesitation in formulating the plan, they were immediately pacified by friendly forces! And as for Rebel Unit 127, I heard they were defeated less than a day after being released, and all of their members surrendered half a day later..."

"Damn it, why are my teammates so anxious?! Why is this a perfectly normal suppression operation like the Spring Festival train ticket rush?"

"When I was a county magistrate, there was no money to be made. Now I am in charge of suppressing the rebellion, and I don't even have the rebels to suppress."

"We agreed to contact each other every 24 hours, but it's like someone's monitoring the group every hour? You guys are competing so hard for the college entrance exam, the postgraduate entrance exam, the civil service exam, and even studying abroad. Now you're even competing so hard to suppress rebellions and fight monsters, right?"

"No! We're also in a state of internal competition! Let's just check the group chat every hour!" Someone pointed to the nearest white circle on the map. "That's it! Let's set off now! We'll use incense to confirm the time. Once the incense is burned, Wu Litou will immediately log off and update the information."

"Row!"

As soon as Wu Litou finished speaking, someone took out a stick of incense. Of course, someone also looked at the pocket watch in his arms, but did not intend to take it out.

This first-generation gear watch, reproduced by players, is temporarily only used for decorative purposes due to the large time error. On the contrary, incense with a fixed length is more useful.

The time required to burn out varies depending on the length and thickness of the incense.

As the first stick of incense burned out, Wu Litou suddenly closed his eyes, his entire body seemed to be drained of its soul, and he collapsed into the bamboo chair.

The soldiers from the bandit-catching camp who were carrying bamboo chairs nearby knew it well - the "telepath" of the heavenly soldiers had entered a meditative state.

Even Tianbing himself admitted that in ancient times, the Galactic Empire was still a glorious world.

At that time, the fleet's "navigator" would open the invisible fog of war, or the warp, and guide the fleet to a safe location.

But now the Chinese Empire has fallen, and its dusty history is controlled by a small number of elites.

These elites rooted in the 1k6 world rely on archaeology to advance technology, and can only use "warlocks" to do some simple tasks of telepathic communication.

Sometimes the Heavenly Soldiers would roar, "The Holy Kara connects us," but only the "Mind Whisperers" could translate the psychic energy fluctuations...

The brothers quickly packed up and set off towards their destination.

But they didn't expect that when they arrived at the destination after much effort, they found that the target had been killed by their teammates.

The rebel base was "looted" and hundreds of rebel soldiers were hanged on tree branches.

However, there were a few lines of words written in blood at the entrance of the station.

That was English that only players could understand - welcome to the brother troops, there is food hidden under the floor of the innermost big house.

When Huang Zilong and others pried open the floor, they found hundreds of stones of brown rice hidden in the cave.

The players didn't bother to inspect the food, and handed it all to the prisoners to carry, and then led the bandit-catching camp to the next few rebel locations.

However, other players had the same idea as them. They were like "ruthless insecticides" that had been injected with chicken blood. After killing one insect after another, they squatted beside the map and waited for their teammates to update the information, and then rushed to the enemy's location like crazy.

A few days passed, and leaving aside other areas in the southern three provinces, the small rebel groups in Gyeongsang Province were almost wiped out, leaving only the two main rebel forces stationed in Seongju and besieging Busan.

I heard that it was the players from North Chungcheong Province and Gangwon Province who came south and did this. Their fighting power is far stronger than Huang Zilong and others.

"Damn it, we were a step too slow again, and the rebels were all killed."

"My teammates' hand speed is too fast. We can't catch up at all."

"It's not hand speed, it's purely foot speed."

"Don't bother correcting this nonsense at a time like this. If you don't come up with a solution, all the rebels will be crushed."

Fortunately, after several days of continuous communication, Wu Litou finally brought good news. The friendly forces that had been fighting guerrilla warfare for more than ten days decided to join forces with all the players in the same prefecture to form a legion and attack the main force of the enemy together.

"Well, now we have several guerrilla groups, and after fighting, we have become a main force."

"No! Why does playing games have to be so inward-looking? No!"

Lu Xiaobu knelt on the ground in despair and roared to the sky. Unfortunately, the end of winter had passed and no snowflakes were falling on his head. Instead, Huang Zilong stood behind him and hummed, "Snowflakes are falling, and the north wind is howling!"

……

Players from all over North Korea quickly suppressed the situation, but Lu Demeng, who was sitting safely at home, was dumbfounded.

Recently, he has frequently received "malicious rumors" that the government troops are constantly winning and the "rebel army" is constantly losing.

(End of this chapter)