Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 299 Living People Are Often More Useful Than Dead People

Hundreds of people rushed to close the door, but the ones who came later were so panicked that they bumped into the backs and heads of the people in front of them, causing their teeth to fly and their noses to bleed.

The rebels at the end of the line were filled with fear, tears welling up in their bloodshot eyes.

"Open the door quickly!"

The unlucky guy at the back urged the person in front to open the door quickly while turning around and facing the imperial guards with a sword in hand.

"Hoohoho!"

The imperial guards, like killing machines, were still advancing with a low roar. Only then did they recall the despair of being trapped in a jar.

The "rebels" seemed to see the terrifying zombies gradually approaching, and they could not help but roar in despair. They tried their best to retreat, trying to push their teammates behind them into the palace gate.

Ludmeng was also protected by dozens of "rebels" and fled to the door - after all, they were rewarded with half the silver by Ludmeng.

But before Lu Demeng could adjust his stance, he was squeezed tightly by hundreds of people who rushed over.

His feet were suspended in the air for a long time and could not touch the ground, and one of his boots was even stepped on and fell off.

Shouting, cries of pain, scolding, crowding and other noises and strange smells mixed together, making Lu Demeng unable to rest for a moment.

All he could see were countless densely packed heads and the crowded, jostling shoulders and arms.

From time to time, someone would pull out their arm and elbow him, causing his cheeks to turn red and burn with pain.

The three inward-facing doors of the Qinzheng Gate were tightly closed, and the eaves covered with green tiles hung overhead. The people in front grabbed the rings on the doors and pulled inwards, but it was useless. The three doors did not budge at all.

The person behind was terrified and kept scolding the person in front for not opening the door. The person in front was also very harsh and pulled the door knocker handle until it bled.

Palace gates usually open inwards. How is it possible that several big men couldn't open the door even if they pulled at the same time?
Some clever ones stuck close to the door to listen to the sounds outside. The metallic sounds of swinging iron chains came one after another, and they could faintly hear bursts of shouting.

"The Qinzheng Gate is locked, we can't get out!"

Someone howled, and the hearts of Lu Demeng and countless "rebels" were completely broken into eight pieces.

The roars and footsteps of the imperial guards were getting closer and closer. The spears of the first row pierced the "rebels" in the back row, startling them with shrill screams. The surviving rebels fell into complete madness.

"Go away!"

Many rebels had bloodshot eyes and raised their swords to slash at their teammates, trying to open a way to escape.

Even if there is still a sealed gate at the end of the crowd, they want to get closer to a relatively safe place.

The people in the front row were in a miserable state. The force of hundreds of people pressed down on them, almost crushing them.

Not only did they have to face the death threat from the imperial guards, but they also had to endure attacks from their teammates. They slammed the palace gate in fear, leaving bloody palm prints on the red door.

They cried, shouted, cursed, and begged the guards to open the door.

But the people outside remained indifferent and the door remained tightly closed.

As more and more unlucky people were "eliminated" by the Imperial Guards, their screams and groans became more and more harsh and terrifying, and the pressure of the spread of the "human guillotine" gradually eliminated the sanity of all the "rebels".

The "rebel army" that fell behind had no time to kill people to clear their way.

They decisively trampled on the bodies of the dying, grabbed others' shoulders, and crawled with difficulty on the densely packed heads and shoulders.

Every now and then, some unlucky person would lose his grip and fall, and would either get stuck in the crowd, or fall to the ground and be trampled to death, or even suffocate to death.

Wisps of hot steam emerged from the heads of the "rebels", gradually converging towards the center, and then slowly rising outward.

Lu Demeng only felt that the crowd was more crowded than before, breathing was more difficult than before, and the air was filled with an increasingly strong smell of blood.

Dozens of "rebels" climbed over their teammates' shoulders and jumped onto the eaves of the palace wall.

They stood high on the roof and vaguely saw hundreds of figures standing outside the door. Six iron chains were held by hundreds of strong men, as if they were playing tug-of-war with someone.

But the "righteous army" didn't care about these things. They could just jump off the eaves and blend into the dark Seoul...

There is no way on the ground, but there is still a way above your head! Ludmeng immediately thought to himself, there is always a way out!

He tried his best to pull out his hands to press down on his comrades' shoulders. Just when he had pulled his body halfway out, he saw dozens of volunteers who had successfully climbed up the wall suddenly stiffen up, and then fall down weakly with their heads raised.

They either fell directly to the ground or fell on the eaves, causing pieces of green tiles to fall down and make crisp bangs when they hit the ground.

Lu Demeng looked carefully and felt as if the blood in his body was flowing backwards - dozens of lucky people were each pierced by several arrows and were dead beyond death.

The way out he had finally found was destroyed again, and he suddenly lost the desire to escape and climb over the wall.

What surprised him even more was that not a single arrow passed through the "rebel army" and shot into the palace wall, which meant that the arrows fired accurately hit the "deserters" in the chest!
These imperial guards disguised as heavenly soldiers were not only proficient in close combat, but also very skilled in archery, without even using bird guns...

His ears were filled with the sounds of begging for mercy and crying, and Lu Demeng saw the imperial guards charging towards him with their shields.

They thrust their swords and spears, hacking and killing row after row of "rebels," and then trampled on the dying, forcing the living to desperately try to break through doors and climb over walls, their feces and urine flowing everywhere, and they were in a very ugly state.

At first, the rebels still had the courage to fight to the death, but as more and more friendly soldiers were killed, they had lost the instinct to fight back.

Even when the imperial guards opened their shields, they did not dare to raise their swords and stab. They just watched the approaching tigers and wolves crying for mercy, and then were stabbed to death by a spear, completely silent.

The number of rebels decreased rapidly, rows of flesh and blood bodies were hacked to death and fell, and blood, feces and urine continued to accumulate on the ground.

Some of the guards seemed to be disgusted by the sticky mixture on the ground, while others were completely focused on advancing and killing the enemy.

The densely packed crowd fell down one after another with screams, turning into a pile of "meat carpets" on the ground that blocked the way forward.

The imperial guards had to raise their feet and walk as if they were walking over a slope to get closer to the remaining enemies.

The "good news" was that so many people were killed that the dense crowd, like compressed biscuits, suddenly dispersed.

Lu Demeng, who was originally stuck in the middle of the crowd, suddenly fell down. He lost his balance and fell backwards. The back of his head hit the skull of a dead man hard, and he suddenly felt a strong dizziness.

Just before he fell into a coma, he saw the rebels trying their best to express their desire to survive——

Some people knelt on the ground and prayed to God for protection, some banged their heads against the ground repeatedly, making their heads covered in blood, and some frantically took off all their clothes, singing and dancing crazily, trying to show the imperial guards that they were non-aggressive.

What was strange was that the blood-soaked imperial guards actually stopped in front of the rebels.

The Imperial Guards showed mercy?
Lu Demeng, who didn't know the truth, felt a darkness before his eyes and fell completely into an unknown abyss.

……

Lu Demeng didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

When he woke up again, he saw an iron basin spewing fire upwards...

Am I already dead?
Three burly men suddenly squeezed in from the triangle of his vision. One of them spoke fluent Korean with a polite smirk on his face. "You're awake. Congratulations on traveling to the world of Warhammer 40. You're now a glorious Astra Militarum."

"Uuuuuuu..."

Lu Demeng moved subconsciously, but found that his hands and feet were tied and a smelly rag was stuffed in his mouth.

Warhammer? A blunt weapon used in combat? What Astra Militarum? He only knew about the XX Army, and the XX Battalion was the military order.

He felt that the "flat ground" beneath him was not stable, as if he was lying on a low-quality watchtower, and he could feel the tower shaking with just a few movements.

He looked around and saw nothing but what looked like bamboo baskets. The white noise of the whistling wind was even louder than when he'd spent the night in a tavern. "You told him about Warhammer, but he doesn't know a thing about hammers."

"Those minions said he was from the Quanzhou Lu family and the mastermind of this operation. He must be more knowledgeable than the average person."

"What? You want to become my friend with a captive?"

"What if this simulation game has Easter eggs? Maybe if the Hammerman gets more developed, the official will actually add the Four Hawkers to play a limited-time dungeon one day..."

"Hurry up, torture him for some information, and it would be best to get a list of all the participants. The brothers all said that last night's counterinsurgency operation was not strong enough, and they want to continue killing—"

"Don't be impatient. This man, born into a Confucian family and a mastermind, must believe he's of high moral character and would never betray his colleagues or cronies. If we don't use some tricks on him, how can he surrender?" The speaker paused and asked Lu Demeng again in Korean, "Who else are you colluding with in the rebellion? Tell the truth..."

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Lu Demeng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and he didn't realize what the other party was going to do to him.

But thinking of His Majesty who had become a puppet, he decided to sacrifice his own life to save the remaining heroes...

The person who could speak Korean pointed at Lu Demeng with a look that said, "Look at that!" It was very similar to Donnie Yen's expression. "Look."

"Okay, okay, I see you won't cry until you see the coffin, so I'll let you see how powerful my Beiwei Army is..."

After these people finished speaking, they helped Lu Demeng, who was tied up like a dumpling, to stand up. The latter then realized that he was not on the watchtower, but flying in the sky with the "ellipsoidal kite".

Ludmeng had climbed stable towers before, but he had never climbed such a high "ellipsoidal kite", which was wobbling as if it would fall at any time.

The buildings on the ground seemed to be shrunk to one-fifth, and the originally spacious Seoul area looked like an irregular multi-grain steamed bun.

He didn't have time to think about whether it was a "large Kongming lantern" or the magic of a master. He just knew that he was very scared and afraid of falling.

What’s even more terrifying is that there are many floating hot air balloons like his around.

The symptoms of acrophobia occur instantly.

Lu Demeng only felt an endless sense of fear, like needles rushing into his heart through his eyes, and even the ordinary cold wind seemed more terrifying.

Lu Demeng's legs suddenly went weak, but the three strong men held his shoulders tightly, forcing him to appreciate the "scenery" from high altitude.

If one falls from such a height, he will be shattered into pieces, and the pain before death will surely be dozens of times more painful than ordinary punishment!

Thinking of this, all the integrity, loyalty and justice that Ludmeng had been proud of in the past disappeared.

At this moment, the only thing in his mind was survival, or rather, a quick death.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Lu Demeng struggled violently and wanted to tell the other party that he confessed, but the smelly cloth stuffed in his mouth prevented him from speaking clearly.

"I want to see how tough your bones are."

The three of them worked together to lift up the struggling Ludmeng.

Until his body was aligned with the edge of the bamboo basket, Lu Demeng's struggle suddenly stopped, and his rapidly beating heart seemed to be pushed to his throat by fear.

"Let's go..."

Ludmond suddenly felt his body lighten, as if a part of his body was instantly peeled off.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Lu Demeng couldn't help but scream.

This was a completely new and exciting experience, but for someone like him who was experiencing it for the first time, it was a living hell.

The ground rushed towards him at a crazy speed, and the fear of impending death made him faint instantly.

He did not fall directly to the ground and turn into meat paste, but was caught by the ropes that bound his body, and the slightly elastic ropes pulled him upwards.

This sudden change woke him up again. He was surprised to find that he did not fall to the ground, but bounced up in a strange state, fell down, and then bounced up again...

As the first ordinary person in the world to experience "bungee jumping", Lu Demeng does not feel proud.

He only longed to return to the "ellipsoid kite" and stand in the stable bamboo basket to experience the feeling of being alive.

This bouncing up and down state did not last long, and Lu Demeng was immediately pulled back by the three people in the basket by the rope.

But just when Lu Demeng's head emerged from the gap at the bottom of the bamboo basket and he thought he could take a breath, he heard the three people in the basket say a few words, "Do you want to ask more questions?"

"That's not enough. This arrogant and daring traitor, how can he surrender if I don't give him a few blows?"

"That makes sense!" As soon as he finished speaking, the three men loosened the rope in front of him, causing him to fall again.

This time, Lu Demeng tried to suppress his fear, but the thrill of falling still forced him to scream.

It was not until he was pulled back for the third time that he had time to observe the hot air balloons around him.

They also threw out the stubborn captives one after another and pulled them up and down.

In the eyes of players, this strange picture is like a fisherman throwing out a hook and bait, waiting for the fish to bite.

It was like a giant's hand was throwing a yo-yo in the air, pulling it back and dropping it down again.

It’s a pity that the giant’s hand can’t perform complex movements, otherwise a “yo-yo competition” would definitely be held.

Lu Demeng didn't know how many times he had been pulled back, and the last time he was finally allowed to return to the safety of the bamboo basket.

If he hadn't been exercising regularly, these few stimulating experiences would have scared him to death.

When the three men took off the smelly cloth from his mouth, he told them everything he knew in one breath without even stopping.

The conspirator's origin, place of origin, name, family, and property...

He told out everything he knew, including the list of noble soldiers still in the south, who raped the maid in whose house, who liked to humiliate slaves, etc.

Lu Demeng watched Tianbing holding a charcoal pencil and writing furiously on the white paper, filling up the sheets with his writing.

"My goodness, there are so many rebels plotting rebellion."

"They say that cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. If your reforms cut into their interests, they'll naturally rebel against you..."

"Hearing about the resistance to reform in textbooks a thousand times is not as memorable as experiencing it firsthand. I've learned something."

"But this palace coup has also taught us something new: cracking down on organized crime requires evidence, while counter-terrorism only requires lists."

The speaker switched to Korean and looked at Lu Demeng beside him. "Thank you for your assistance. We will give you a reward within one working day. For now, you will be freed."

Another player took out a sharp knife and cut the rope that tied Ludmeng to the balloon.

The two men cooperated tacitly, holding Lu Demeng's legs and lifting him out.

Lu Demeng never dreamed that the way to give him freedom would be to send him "home" directly like this.

Looking at Lu Demeng's terrified screams gradually fading away, a player couldn't help but whisper, "Fly, little bird, fly..."

However, the players were not lying. After all, on the one hand, they were torturing prisoners to obtain intelligence, and on the other hand, they were floating towards the main force of the noble army with the help of the north wind in order to provide "airborne support" to the southward rebel suppression army.

Besides, we just passed by Lu’s hometown of Quanzhou, so it doesn’t count as breaking our promise, right?
(End of this chapter)