Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 297: No Playing with Guys

Hundreds of men in black hurried through the streets and alleys. Even though they tried to suppress the sound of their footsteps, it still sounded like the tapping of war horses' hooves.

However, the men in black were not worried about exposing their whereabouts. They stopped more than a hundred steps away from the palace, holding the unlit torch in one hand and the sword at their waist in the other.

Lu Demeng waved his hand, and dozens of people dispersed, climbed over the wall of the house, and groped their way into the dim room.

Looking at the backs of these militants climbing over the wall, Lu Demeng vaguely recalled the days when he worked in the local government.

At that time, he only needed to ride on his war horse and wave at the government troops, and the bandits would flee in panic.

Today, he once again experienced the sense of control over the troops and the life and death of others.

Suddenly, Lu Demeng felt something extra in his relaxed right hand. He looked down and saw that it was a ball of mud, probably the debris from the feet of the "righteous man" who climbed over the wall.

He rubbed his fingers subconsciously, and the mud and dust broke apart at his fingertips.

A moment later, the surrounding houses were filled with the sound of blood splattering, muffled cries for help, and even the sound of wooden cabinets and bamboo baskets being accidentally knocked over by the struggle...

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, but Ludmeng suddenly felt his muscles relax.

Just as he was about to send someone to contact the eunuch, he suddenly saw the torches on the palace wall move.

It wasn't the Imperial Guards on night patrol, but rather someone carrying a torch came down the stairs. It wasn't just one or two Imperial Guardsmen coming down the stairs, but whole sections of guards leaving.

One after another, people kept "abandoning their posts", as if they had seen some sneaky figures in the city and were about to report to the king.

Could it be that his coup attempt has been discovered?
Lu Demeng looked up at the sky. The originally bright white moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, and the residential area of ​​Seoul was plunged into darkness.

At this time, unless one was gifted, no one could see the enemy soldiers in the streets through the darkness. Even Ludmeng and his party had to rely on the braziers on the walls of the palace to confirm their targets.

Moreover, if the enemy discovered him, the first thing he should do is shout loudly to alert the soldiers on the wall, or even ring the alarm to call the imperial guards in the distance.

But the imperial guards did not do so. Perhaps the imperial guards were leaving their posts to change shifts.

He immediately stopped hesitating and sent someone to call the contact person -

There were still royal soldiers patrolling Seoul, but the main force had gone south to quell the rebellion, and the troops left in the city were unable to maintain their usual patrol rhythm.

I saw more than ten men in black groping in the dark against the wall of the palace, making a few meows like night cats, and soon someone inside the wall responded.

The insider successfully communicated with the news, and the coup plan was almost half successful!
Lu Demeng's mouth curled up with joy, and his hands couldn't help shaking and trembling.

The surprise of great things coming to pass has faded, replaced by the anxiety before the stone falls to the ground.

Lu Demeng stared at the single door, and the uneasy feeling in his heart grew more and more until it reached his throat.

Suddenly, the west gate of the palace opened, and a thin man stood inside the gate. He was the eunuch that Ludwig was familiar with.

Lu Demeng quickly led the warriors to break into the palace gate. The palace complex behind the gate was silent, with only the Sizheng Hall where the king worked flickering with candlelight.

Seeing this, Lu Demeng sneered. Although the fake king was still diligently governing the country late at night, he was putting his energy in the wrong place. The harder he worked, the more chaotic the state affairs became.

The false king is plotting a rebellion, and there must be a loyal minister to correct it!
The eunuch led more than ten imperial guards and stood aside with their heads lowered, like a primary school student being scolded by a strict teacher.

Lu Demeng took a few steps forward complacently, patted the eunuch on the shoulder and reassured him not to be too nervous - he was here to overthrow the fake king and would not kill irrelevant people indiscriminately.

However, when the eunuch heard this, he said nothing, but just lowered his head and looked at the ground, his shoulders shaking continuously.

Haha, Lu Demeng thought to himself that since you dare to open the door and "plot rebellion", we will all be "grasshoppers" who will share the happiness in the future, so what are you still worrying about?
Seeing that the eunuch didn't say a word for a long time, Lu Demeng thought that the eunuch was frightened by two consecutive coups in a short period of time, so he just stood there in a daze.

Lu Demeng drew out his sword and held it high. At this time, the waning moon in the sky broke away from the clouds, casting a patch of moonlight, which reflected a faint light on the sword.

He looked proudly at the largest palaces and said, "The fake king is in the Ideological and Political Hall. Kill him!"

Everyone knew that the time had come to do something big, so they drew their swords, lit the torches they carried, and followed Lu Demeng to rush towards the target.

The sudden appearance of hundreds of militants quickly attracted the attention of the imperial guards, but there was no decent resistance along the way.

The imperial guards, in groups of three or five, were either easily defeated by the "rebel army" or shouted "We're defeated," "The rebels have entered the palace," and "The imperial guards fled in panic, truly like dogs that have lost their home."

While Lu Demeng was running, he suddenly heard some strange accents. It didn't sound like the Korean dialect from a remote area, but a familiar yet unfamiliar Chinese.

what's the situation?
Could it be that the fake king’s order for the “Sinicization Group” was also carried out by the imperial guards?

He had no doubt about it.

After the pseudo-king came to power, he set up the "Executive Council" institution and appointed thirteen political advisers to participate in state affairs, in order to undermine the previous "prime minister" and "council system". It is said that many of them were from the Central Plains.

Lu Demeng suspected that those people from the Central Plains were the enlightened masters who secretly assisted the false king.

However, these experts were, after all, external officials, and according to etiquette, they could not live in the royal palace. Seoul was short of troops, and without the experts, the eunuchs acted as accomplices...

With many favorable conditions coming together one by one, Lu Demeng became more and more determined. Tonight is a good time for him to make a name for himself!

The fact turned out to be just as he expected. He and his warriors quickly broke through the side door and reached the Qinzheng Gate unhindered. The eunuchs on guard didn't even have time to close the gate. When they saw their aggressive approach, they all fled in panic. Some people even fell to the ground and rolled over several times in their haste.

Even when Lu Demeng and others passed through the Qinzheng Gate, several eunuchs were still rolling on the ground, like tumbleweeds spinning faster and faster under the ravages of the wind.

Even though Lu Demeng was winning all the way, he still felt something was strange.

Several eunuchs must have rolled over dozens of times since then. In such a critical moment of life and death, who would have the time to lie on the ground and roll over and over?
Several "righteous men" could not bear to see this and rushed forward to chop the eunuch with their swords. The latter screamed and struggled to stand up, "Ah, I'm going to die..."

His poor Korean made people doubt whether he was Korean at all.

What's even more ridiculous is that the eunuch who was stabbed refused to die. He staggered around with his arms behind his back, looking as embarrassed as if he wanted to scratch an itch but couldn't.

"Still dead?!"

The righteous men felt a surge of nameless anger in their hearts, and they swung their swords repeatedly to chop at the eunuch's back.

However, the other party kept screaming and showed no signs of falling down, just like a supporting actor on the set who wanted to show off his acting skills before his death, but the result was counterproductive.

Even some of the fleeing imperial guards suddenly stopped and turned back, raising their hands in front of their eyes, and the "square" formed by the four fingers of their two hands seemed to be performing a ritual.

Once someone started chasing them, the imperial guards would flee to the north. But if the righteous men could not outrun them and stopped, the other party would stop there and continue to "make talismans with their hands", as if they wanted to use some insignificant evil magic to curse all the righteous men to death.

Ludmeng had no time to care about these people's crazy behavior, because he saw the figure of the false king -

The other party appeared in front of the Qinzheng Hall surrounded by more than ten imperial guards. It seemed that he had heard that someone was plotting a rebellion and had specially led the guards out to lead the suppression of the rebellion.

However, the fake king had no more than fifty guards around him, while Lu Demeng had as many as eight hundred warriors around him!

At this moment, the fake king who killed countless yangban was right in front of him. All he had to do was rush up and chop off his head, and then use the name of the Supreme King to write the royal decree and teach, and he would be able to start an era belonging to the Lu family of Jeonju!

"The Supreme King has issued an order! Whoever captures the treacherous king will be granted the title of Lord of the Palace and receive an annual salary of 600 dan!"

When they heard the reward, the heroes were all stunned.

They were fed twenty or thirty taels of silver before the action, and they had a blood feud with the pseudo-king. Even if there was no generous reward from being enfeoffed, they would still try their best.

But no one in this world would object to getting a little more benefit.

With firm determination and an added layer of insurance, everyone roared and rushed towards the target as if they were injected with chicken blood, vowing to tear the fake king into pieces.

However, the pseudo-king acted very decisively. Seeing that he was unable to organize the resistance, he quickly led the remaining guards around him to retreat to the Qinzheng Hall behind him, and quickly closed the door of the hall, looking passive as if he was defending and waiting for help.

The Qinzheng Hall is used for holding court meetings. It is larger and more spacious than the Sizheng Hall, which also means that there are more points that need to be defended.

The doors of the palace were all made of wood and could be opened by just a few kicks. Escaping into the palace was like a wild boar entering an iron cage, walking into a trap!

Seeing the fake king escape into the inevitable "cage", Lu Demeng was overjoyed, and the joy that he could hardly suppress burst out in an instant.

"Hahahahahaha..." He laughed wildly towards the sky, laughing at the fake king's stupid behavior and at his own plan being realized.

When he and the yangban were plotting a rebellion, he had no idea that the fake king's suppression methods were so superb and ruthless that he had accumulated an overwhelming advantage in just over a month.

But just when everyone was in despair, Ludmeng stepped forward to turn the tide, finding a ray of light shining through the darkness and reversing the trend of absolute failure in one fell swoop!

A sense of pride in having accomplished something great rushed up his spine and straight to the back of his head. Lu Demeng felt that he had made history and was a legendary figure who deserved a separate biography in history books!
he made it!

Go! Ludmeng said to himself, go and pick the shining fruit of victory!

Lu Demeng raised his head proudly, as if he had become the master of North Korea.

Just as he and the righteous men rushed to the Qinzheng Hall, the Qinzheng Gate behind them slammed shut.

Lu Demeng turned his head back in confusion, only to see that there was no one behind him except the righteous men who accompanied him.

Who closed the door?

Before he realized that something was wrong, he heard panicked shouts from the heroes one after another.

Lu Demeng turned around and was surprised to find that all the wooden doors of the Qinzheng Hall were suddenly opened.

Hundreds of soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding shields and spears gushed out like a black torrent.

(End of this chapter)