Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 295 It’s so terrifying

On this day, Ruth was eating and drinking with his servants in a tavern.

Suddenly, a series of urgent trumpet sounds rang out outside, followed by the beating of gongs and drums. Someone downstairs shouted loudly, "The heavenly soldiers are passing through the city!"

"Oh? Go check it out."

Lu Demeng, holding a piece of dried fish in his mouth, waved to the servant. Without bothering to clean up the leftovers from their bowls, they quickly pushed through the crowd to grab a spot on the second floor for a viewing spot.

The diners in the tavern rushed out, and the streets were lined with civilians who came to watch the fun. Heads were also poking out from the fences upstairs and the windows downstairs, looking around.

On both sides of the stone-paved avenue stood imperial guards at intervals to maintain order.

They wore standard swords on their waists and held long spears with red tassels. From time to time, they turned their heads and scolded the spectators who were crowding forward, urging them to stay within the white line drawn by slaked lime.

Most of the people in Seoul were getting agitated. Lu Demeng leaned on the fence and looked down at the streets in front and behind, secretly sighing at the grand scene, as if His Majesty the King himself was in attendance.

At this moment, Ludmeng heard the long horn sound again, and in a trance he seemed to see a black dragon with white scales inlaid into it roaring terrifyingly towards the sky, and then flew towards it at a high speed from a distance, stirring up a gust of wind mixed with mud and dust.

Ludmond suddenly felt his heart tighten, as if a galloping dragon had pierced through his chest.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized that everything that had just happened was an illusion. The first thing that appeared was just a black flag with a white border.

The emblem of the black flag was a lifelike white beast, like an ugly gecko, or a dragon with angry eyes.

Lu Demeng covered his chest with his hands to calm himself down. A mere ordinary flag could frighten him so much that he trembled all over.

The Ming Dynasty's Beiwei Army is so domineering that it gives people a frightening feeling as if a snake demon is about to transform into a dragon.

Isn't the Ming Emperor afraid of such powerful foreign troops?

While Lu Demeng was thinking, the Ming Beiwei Army officially appeared.

Their armor and cloaks appeared clearly layered, like pieces of colorful pastry...

The first few square formations were all dressed in uniform. They wore helmets with a red tassel on the top swaying slightly from side to side, armor that reached their calves, and black official boots that wrapped around their calves.

The dry food bags and military water bottles on their waists swayed with their steps. Each of them held a saber, and their sturdy bodies seemed to be two times bigger than those of the North Koreans.

Lu Demeng was convinced that even if he had ten of his younger selves, they would not be able to defeat the armored celestial soldier in front of him.

The attack of the Beiwei army behind seemed slightly weaker.

They had steel knives on their left waists and arrows on their right waists. Some of them also carried standard-issue bird guns, and the paper-wrapped ammunition hanging diagonally on their chests looked like bunches of grapes.

Everyone looked solemn, looking straight ahead, and their legs were raised and lowered in unison like wooden mallets beating drums, hitting the ground with a rumbling sound, as if they were going to crush into powder anything in their way.

The commander, with a sword on his waist, held his head high and chest out, shouting out the names of his guild team in Chinese.

Although Lu Demeng could not understand many words, there were still translators who remembered the meaning in their minds -

What about "Miaomiao Squad", "Cao Thief Club", "Middle-aged and Elderly Club", "Family of Funeral Love", "Old Guards", "Tang Dynasty City That Never Sleeps", "I Want to Eat Coriander"...

"I Want Three Thousand of Your Lives", "Holy Terra", "Villagers", "Top of the Forbidden City", "Wear a Helmet When Fishing", "P Company War Criminals", "Sea of ​​Stars", "Ji Shuai's Shelter"...

Groups of spirited heavenly soldiers passed through the streets. There were already more than fifty heavenly soldiers who had announced their numbers (guilds). Their every move was like that of elite soldiers who were cast from the same mold.

Compared with these elite heavenly soldiers, the military training of the Korean official army seemed like a second-rate theatrical troupe. No wonder the aristocratic army could not defeat the heavenly soldiers. Just their mental outlook was far behind.

They are truly a fierce and powerful army that has defeated the elite Tartar soldiers. They exude the might and power of having killed and shed blood, which makes people feel awe.

Passersby couldn't help but let out low cheers, and Lu Demeng was also stunned and clapped his hands in applause.

The temperaments of tough soldiers and new recruits are completely different, just like a tiger and a cat breathing at you. The former can scare you to the point of suspending consciousness, but the latter will only make you feel cute.

Faced with such a powerful and elite army, Lu Demeng felt that seeing is believing. The elite strength of the heavenly soldiers really opened his eyes.

The first formation of heavenly soldiers marched for a while, until different styles and colors of armor appeared, and then the old man realized that the masculine and mighty heavenly soldiers had finished marching.

The next to appear were also soldiers from the Ming Dynasty.

Compared with the first batch of heavenly soldiers, the equipment and spirit of these "latecomers" were much weaker. The number of thick-barreled bird guns and bows and crossbows was reduced by half. Many people were equipped with waist knives, spears, and hammers, and they looked like a mixed force of combat soldiers and auxiliary soldiers.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came over him, and Lu Demeng thought that the Ming army stationed in northern Korea at that time had this kind of temperament.

However, the appearance and weapons of this group of Ming troops were better than those of Dongjiang Town, and they were well paid.

Lu Demeng guessed that those just now were elite heavenly soldiers, or simply the Beiwei Army sequence, and these were just ordinary Ming soldiers following the Beiwei Army to fight.

Including the elite troops of the Beiwei Army, a total of more than 10,000 soldiers and horses passed in front of Lu Demeng.

Lu Demeng lamented that there were at least 10,000 of these people, if not 15,000.

Just to equip these tens of thousands of soldiers with sophisticated weapons and equipment would probably cost a huge amount of money, not to mention gathering so many brave veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Drums rumbled, and a new column came into view. Cannon carts and baggage carts, pulled by horses and mules, slowly approached, their wheels rolling forward on the cobblestone road. One, two, three...

Oh my god, the heavenly soldiers actually brought dozens of cannons with them on this southern expedition.

The barrels of each cannon were wiped clean, and the carriages that carried the cannons were extremely delicate. Unlike the large and bulky iron cannons of the Ming army, the cannons of the Beiwei army were short and compact.

Although Korea had learned from the Ming Dynasty's Zhejiang soldiers, reformed its military system, and cast a batch of new artillery pieces decades ago, its financial situation did not allow it to be maintained for a long time.

Even if some of them were artillery pieces captured from defeating the Tartars, it would be too extravagant for the Beiwei Army to have so many sophisticated artillery pieces.

Lu Demeng heard from the merchants watching that the Beiwei Army hadn't brought any heavy artillery like the Red Cannon with them on their march south. Otherwise, even the Korean mountain city wouldn't have been able to withstand a few shells...

The Heavenly Soldiers’ artillery is so terrifying!
Lu Demeng didn't even realize that the artillery was about to move south to bombard his "ally". His heart was full of envy and praise.

The artillery team quickly disappeared at the end of the street, and a new infantry team appeared on the street again, but this team only had two small phalanxes, about seven or eight hundred people.

Each member of the former team was equipped with a longer bird gun, but the color and shape of the bird gun were stranger than ordinary bird guns. A "stone" was clamped in the shooting part where the fuse should have been clamped.

Lu Demeng understood that the bird gun did not have a fuse.

After all, the fuse will not be ignited in non-wartime, nor will it be clamped in the shooting area, but the soldiers will not have the fuse wrapped around their bodies.

It's impossible to light a fire with that "stone", right?

Ludmeng didn't immediately associate it with ordinary "flints." After all, the cooking and cooking were usually done by servants, and a nobleman like him never got involved in trivial matters. Some merchants who had been to the north were discussing the "strange bird gun," claiming they had heard of it there.

This seems to be the new type of bird gun of the heavenly soldiers, which can fire two hundred steps away with one shot.

Two hundred steps?
Lu Demeng was stunned when he heard this.

Lifting the foot once is called a "跬", and lifting the foot twice is called a "步". The distance of two hundred steps exceeds that of all current single-soldier long-range bows and crossbows.

Doesn't that mean that if you fight against the Heavenly Soldiers in the wild, you will be beaten half to death by the "new-style bird guns" before you even get close? And this is only a scale of 300 to 400 people.

If three or four thousand people with "new-style bird guns" went to that station and fired a few rounds of volleys at the enemy, the enemy would collapse before they could reach the position.

Personal bravery is completely useless. How can we fight this battle? Seeing rows of muskets, we might as well surrender.

Ludmon was unwilling to believe such exaggerated firearms, but he could not explain why the northern noble army collapsed so quickly. The defeated noble army leaders were beheaded and sent to Seoul.

Their heads were propped up on wooden frames in the square in front of the palace, and their hometowns, identities, and lives were written on white cloths hanging behind their heads.

These miserable heads indicate the fact that the government troops won a great victory.

And a sharp firearm that can hit targets at two hundred steps is likely to be real!
The Heavenly Soldiers are really... too strong.

Ludmeng suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart. The heavenly soldiers were not only brave in close combat, but also armed with sharp firearms. Could this be a team that mortals could defeat?
Then the first team stepped forward, each of them carrying a large "backpack" behind them.

According to the interpreters who knew a little Chinese, the commander of this team called himself an "airborne soldier" and was responsible for carrying out the mission of killing the enemy by descending from the sky.

Wait! What did the translator just translate?
Lu Demeng even suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing, and asked the interpreter again and again but got the same answer.

These hundreds of burly soldiers are the "airborne troops" of the Heavenly Soldiers, belonging to the Air Force sequence...

Lu Demeng understood the literal meaning clearly, but the combination of the words made him full of confusion.

He understood the land forces, he understood the navy, but what the hell was this air force?!

He suspected that the interpreter was mentally unstable, and he also suspected that his own brain was unstable.

He felt like he was dreaming, so he quickly reached out and pulled the servant's cheek. It was not until the latter let out a low cry of pain that he realized it was not a dream.

The small country of North Korea hasn't even figured out what an army and navy are, and the Celestial Empire has already started organizing an "air force" in the sky?

Is it really the Celestial Empire, a great country that came from heaven?
Thinking back to the rumors and stories he had heard and seen before about the "elliptical kite," the "dragon legend," and the "enlightened master," Lu Demeng suddenly felt an indescribable sense of fear sweep over him. Goose bumps broke out, as if a mountain was bearing down on him, suffocating him...

Lu Demeng suddenly touched his neck and thought to himself that he was still alive.

Fortunately, these brave soldiers are from the Celestial Dragon tribe, not the fake king’s royal guards.

If the false king really sought help from the gods, people like him with ulterior motives would have been wiped out long ago. How could he still be standing here and observing the power of the heavenly soldiers?
As this group of inspiring columns left, the streets suddenly became empty, and the next column did not appear for a long time.

Is this the end?
Although they were in a potentially hostile position, Lu Demeng was still filled with lingering doubts and was eagerly awaiting what would happen on the streets.

Just as many spectators returned to their houses to continue their work, a loud shout suddenly rang out from the end of the street.

Lu Demeng quickly widened his eyes and stretched his neck to look for the next eye-catching soldier, but he didn't expect to see a variety of official uniforms and civilian clothes...

There were even some elite warriors, including the Zhou army of the Zhou Dynasty, the aristocracy of the Spring and Autumn Period, the fierce soldiers of the Warring States Period, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, the heavy cavalry of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the heavy infantry of the Tang and Song Dynasties...

The sets of armor, swords, decorations and flags from different dynasties are dazzling to look at, and from time to time they are accompanied by the sound of weapons hitting armor. There are also people standing on the carriages, either playing musical instruments or humming inspiring war songs.

what is this?
The words "Central Plains History" suddenly flashed through Lu Demeng's mind, and the Central Plains dynasties that lived in history books seemed to return to the world at this moment.

The common people had seen many fierce and ferocious soldiers of heaven before, and they only felt a kind of ferocity that was so cold and fierce that they could not bear to look directly at.

Seeing such neatly dressed and traditional ancient army, accompanied by traditional music, their whole temperament is even more traditional than the current Ming Dynasty.

This made him, a scholar and nobleman who admired "Central Plains culture", couldn't help but applaud and cheer.

At a time when Confucianism has become "Confucianism", the most sophisticated Confucians are like fanatical missionaries.

The Central Plains, where Confucianism originated, is a cultural holy land for shrewd and intelligent people like him, and a great place that he definitely wants to "make a pilgrimage" to in his lifetime.

Although Ludwig's stance on the heavenly soldiers was hostile to that of the false king, it did not prevent him from performing this "performance" of praising the heavenly soldiers.

This traditional taste is so authentic!
However, the heavenly soldiers who appeared next destroyed this "touching" feeling.

One by one, non-traditional musical instruments were playing, and the soldiers standing on the carriages were singing, stopping from time to time to wave to the people, as if this was not a serious military parade to show off military power, but rather an armed singing party dressed as soldiers.

"How are you guys!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Let's have fun together!"

The formations following behind completely changed their solemn and powerful positive image, further distorting the original intention of the "military parade", making it look like a large-scale evening party for the enjoyment of the people.

Someone led a group of male and female swordsmen in white robes, and they did front flips in unison. Then they held their hands tightly behind their backs, and shot colorful signal smoke into the sky with a signal gun in one hand. It was as if they were some immortal swordsman living in seclusion in the mountains, about to leave on a colorful smoke bridge.

Some people drew their swords in groups of three or five and swung out waves of fire of different colors in an instant. Although the flames floated in the air for a very short time, they still caused a great shock to the onlookers.

There were also people wearing large armor that was obviously ahead of their time, like walking "tin cans", but when they walked there was no thudding sound of heavy "armor" stepping on the ground, just like weightless leather armor.

Retro Confucian scholars, armored soldiers, the magic sword that draws out waves of fire, the large armor full of mechanical feel... This picture that combines the real and the imaginary is amazing and draws applause.

But it also made people like Lu Demeng feel lost.

After the military parade, the pseudo king's royal guards and some soldiers from the bandit-catching camp appeared, but Lu Demeng was no longer in the mood to watch.

He returned to his single room alone, and the lowly servants who accompanied him had to sleep in a dormitory with many people.

The oil lamp on the table in the room emitted wisps of black smoke, and Lu Demeng stared at the faint flame in a daze.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the power of the heavenly soldiers, and no matter how he thought about it, he could not get rid of this terrifying impression.

He was very confused.

He was struggling over whether he should contact the "righteous army" lying in ambush in Seoul to do something big.

(End of this chapter)