Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 296: A Thought of Life and Death

The heavenly soldiers showed off their martial prowess, just like a strong man with half of his body naked showing off his mountain-like muscles.

No rational person would feel hostile after watching this parade.

The false king claimed that he had assembled more than 30,000 elite infantry and cavalry to march south to quell the rebellion. Including the time for fighting and the round-trip journey, the battle would be over in 15 days at most.

How many of the main force of the noble army are left? 70,000, 50,000?
Even if the noble army still has 100,000 troops, they cannot withstand the thundering attack of the heavenly soldiers. Even a fool knows that they should stand on the side with a greater chance of winning.

He should take the initiative to expose the rebellious crimes of the rebels in order to obtain pardon from the false king.

But why can't we make a decisive judgment?

Lu Demeng didn't know what he was hesitating about. The defeat of the noble army was right in front of him, and one step forward would be a cliff.

But he was still hesitant and could not make up his mind to surrender to the false king.

The cold wind at night was roaring outside like a ferocious beast. Ludmeng looked up at the roof, and the dark shadows cast by the lights swayed above his head.

It seemed as if someone was making noises in my ears. Two black shadows wielding swords were fighting each other hard. The swords collided and blood splattered.

The room was completely silent, with only the sound of hot steam coming out of the nose and the crackling of the oil lamp flame being heard.

As long as he surrenders to the false king, he can not only enjoy wealth and glory for generations, but at least he can save the lives of all the members of his family, and even the huge wealth accumulated by generations.

He heard that the fake king acted as a middleman in the north, urging the Beiwei Army to reach a salt agreement with merchants, and that it was free trade without restrictions.

His family owned hundreds of acres of fertile land, which was more than enough for him to invest in the salt trade.

When the family wealth accumulates exponentially, he might be able to promote a genius in the imperial examination to a high official position in the future, and once again glorify the power of his Lu family.

Go and surrender to His Highness?
Ruth sat up in bed, as if making a decision, and walked to the square table with a lamp on.

On the table were the pens, ink, paper and inkstone that he had bought with his own money. Although his money was robbed by the fleeing soldiers on the road, in Seoul, he could get money and resources through his connections with just a few waves of his hands.

After a moment, he finished writing the letter and handed it to His Highness.

The letter's contents were simple and clear. He was concerned about the safety of the country and His Highness, and he did not want the country's soldiers to be injured or shed blood. He was therefore presenting the list of traitors to His Highness in the hope of ensuring the stability of the country and the peace of the people...

The other letter contained a dense list of rebellious nobles and the locations of the nobles' hidden fields that he knew of.

But just as Ludmeng was folding the letter, a biting cold wind blew into the room through the window gap, blew out the oil lamp on the table, and Ludmeng's eyes suddenly darkened.

As if someone had forced a memory into his mind, in this dark environment, Lu Demeng recalled the prince's beating of the nobles in Pyongyang Prefecture, the wanton killing of officials in the government hall, the imprisonment of his father, and the investigation of the pro-capital officials...

The noble yangban who had lived through generations died like ants under the orders of the false king.

Now is the time to rebel against the false king——

A thought like a flame quickly rushed into the spiritual world, igniting the fallen leaves and burning throughout the entire forest. Lu Demeng hurriedly shook his head, trying to get rid of the ghostly and strange thoughts from his mind, but the fire had already formed.

The horrible thought kept repeating the same words in his mind. Lu Demeng looked around in surprise. No one else was talking in the room. There was only the cold darkness and the sound of his nervous heartbeat.

Although he was not a witness, he seemed to see the tragic scene of those officials being hacked to death by the false king, with their heads falling and blood spurting out.

A bloody head fell to the ground and rolled several times. When the head rolled in front of him, he was shocked to find that the dead man's face was his own!

Ah!
Lu Demeng's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. He looked at the letter of accusation in his hand, his mind filled with suspicion and fear.

Even if he had made merit in exposing the rebels, the false king would not let him go, just like the pro-capital officials who had been pardoned were still hunted down by the false king and ended up being killed and their families were destroyed.

That tyrannical pseudo-king had no mercy or tolerance to spare anyone's life.

Burn the letter and rebel against the damned false king!

The thought flashed through Ludmeng's mind, but before his brain could even react, his right hand had already relit the lamp and placed the written letter close to it. The flames greedily licked the paper, and the irritated paper, as if startled, curled away from the lamp. It crackled softly as it turned charcoal black.

Just before the high temperature of the flames was about to prick his fingers, Ludmeng threw the half-broken paper in his hand away, and the flames devoured the lists of nobles.

The firelight reflected on the stunned eyes, and these eyes seemed to see a picture -

When the heavenly soldiers left, the palace was left extremely empty.

One night, the moonlight cast a pure white glow, and the eunuchs, who had been bribed by him with money and leverage, opened the palace gate for him.

He, Ludmont, stood in the palace holding a bloody knife, followed by hundreds of warriors who helped him in the mutiny.

He stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked step by step to the fake king.

The arrogant fake king knelt humbly at his feet, begging him to spare his life with tears and snot on his face.

He smiled faintly, ordered the other party to lie on the ground and bark like a dog, lick the blood on his boots, and then stabbed the fake king's throat with a knife, ending the "tyrant's" short rule.

He took advantage of the situation to control the royal court and promoted his relatives and cronies to key positions one by one.

The new king was just an infant, and he, Ludwig, would dominate all the country's affairs.

Even if the Tianbing troops returned and scolded him for mutiny and rebellion, he could no longer interfere in North Korea's internal affairs.

He would also host a banquet for all the heavenly soldiers and generals, serve them good wine and meat, and give all the property of the rebels to the heavenly soldiers.

No matter how much reward the false king promised to the heavenly soldiers, Lu Demeng was willing to double it!
Anyway, the so-called rebels have been eliminated by the heavenly soldiers, and he can continue to implement the "Datong Law" to repay the heavenly soldiers.

He believed that after the spring, the heavenly soldiers would be eager to return home to reunite with their wives and children and report to the Ming court.

A fateful opportunity that would determine history lay before him. Lu Demeng felt so hot and uncomfortable that he wished he could rush into the palace with a knife and crush the fake king under his feet the next second.

So surrender or do whatever, there is only one answer.

Backstab the false king himself!
After making up his mind, Lu Demeng no longer hesitated. The next morning, he ordered his servants to go to the contact point to meet with the person.

Those people's responses were quite straightforward. They all agreed to send their trusted aides to attend the meeting to discuss the specific details of the mutiny.

They are the remnants of the pro-Rokuroku faction, the surviving members of the Yangban class who were killed by the false king, and some diehard fans of the retired king... They came together because of a common goal.

Although their power was not strong and there were many differences, Ludmeng gathered them together in a rural tavern outside Seoul and persuaded everyone to put aside their disputes and fight the enemy together.

Let's overthrow the fake king first, so that we will have plenty of time to discuss the issue of interest distribution in the future.

Lu Demeng's reputation was high enough to overwhelm everyone present.

Because the situation of the nobles' uprising deteriorated too quickly, his shameless behavior of spending money to win over the "rebels" on the surface but actually intending to reap the benefits secretly inadvertently turned into a meticulous preparation for a rainy day.

Everyone seemed to regard his strategy of "palace coup" as a last resort.

If they succeed this time, all of them will be able to become big bosses, but if they fail, the last vitality of their family will disappear.

But they cannot retreat. If the main force of the southern noble army is also defeated, these poor guys hiding in the dark corners will sooner or later be dug out by the pseudo-king's growing power.

If you don't fight back today, you will die. If you fight back, you may also die. It's better to fight back vigorously and die happily!
So everyone agreed to send all available forces into Seoul, and Lu Demeng was responsible for the weapons - which had been prepared long ago.

These people scraped together and finally gathered 800 strong men. They didn't care about their fighting ability, as long as they could kill the pseudo-king.

On the fourth day after the army marched south to suppress the rebellion, a group of men in black clothes approached the palace stealthily, and the armed Ludmeng was among them.

He couldn't wait to see the fake king's shocked, desperate and humble expression; it must be very interesting.

(End of this chapter)