Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 306 My Leader, My Regiment

The funny thing is, 6500 players led Ming troops south to invade Korea, and along the way, players from other war zones spontaneously joined in, some coming over the mountains from Liaodong, and some building their own civilian ships to cross the sea and land...

Excluding the North Korean soldiers who returned home, the total number of troops originally scheduled to return north actually increased instead of decreased.

Six thousand five hundred players went south, and after fighting a series of battles, some died, some explored, some traveled around the world. Excluding the more than one thousand players who decided to stay in North Korea, there were still seven thousand players who planned to return.

The number of Ming army ranks also increased significantly -

The former bannermen who had followed the army into battle proved their loyalty after several battles and were allowed to join the Ming army.

Those bondservants captured in Korea were also infected by the "welfare benefits" of the Beiwei Army.

In the past, these bondservants served as dogs under the Eight Banners, and only the most servile dogs could gain the favor of the Eight Banners masters.

Now they were under the command of the Beiwei Army, and the amount of work they did every day was directly proportional to the food they ate. Apart from the "killing punch" they received at the beginning, they had never suffered any unequal treatment. One by one, they begged to join the Ming army, hoping to serve the Beiwei Army soldiers...

While other armies were getting smaller and smaller as the battle went on, the Beiwei Army saw its number increase by over 10,000, with the total number exceeding 30,000.

Considering that it will take several months to finish the military and political affairs of North Korea, some players are willing to stay for a while and do some civilian work.

The players decided to return gradually in three batches.

Players do not feel any "homesickness" in the virtual game, but ordinary Ming soldiers are "highly intelligent" simulated humans.

Generally, soldiers will miss their relatives and friends at home when they are away on a campaign for several months.

The players are a group of cold-blooded creatures who can be bloody and brutal to their enemies, but they will treat their own people, especially their own descendants, the best.

So all the Ming troops were allowed to return to Liao with the first group of players.

When a large number of troops who had invaded South Korea returned north to the Gyeonggi region, they suddenly discovered that a large number of ships had entered Incheon waters.

The Ming army and the Koreans were all facing a powerful enemy, thinking that the attack was caused by the rebels colluding with pirates.

Only the player looked relaxed, signaling everyone to stay calm.

It turned out that this was the Liaodong fleet summoned by the heavenly soldiers, intending to transport the captured money, grain and supplies.

But before that, heavy bags of salt were unloaded from civilian ships, and large amounts of white salt were piled up in government warehouses that had already been repaired.

The news of the arrival of high-quality salt caused an instant uproar, and merchants from Gyeonggi Province rushed over like dogs smelling meat.

It’s a pity that Tianbing only supports “spot payment” and does not support credit.

Of course, if the merchant is short of funds, the Heavenly Soldiers can also accept goods of equal value as an offset, such as silk, ginseng, bean dregs, fish cakes, etc.

Salt, a hot-selling commodity in urgent need, was sold out in just a few days. The heavenly soldiers set sail again with their ships fully loaded with money, food and supplies, and the Korean merchants' fleet also followed.

After all, when sailing on the sea, having one more shipmate means having more power to resist pirates.

However, the supplies seized by the Beiwei Army this time were too abundant. According to the existing transportation capacity, it would take at least five or six trips to transport them, and there was no space to carry the troops.

Although the shipping team players will have to work at full capacity for many days to come, everyone is very satisfied. After all, no one would mind counting money until their hands are tired.

……

Players who traveled by sea loaded their goods and left, while players who traveled by land gradually moved away from Seoul.

Standing on the observation tower in Takamatsu, Mashed Potatoes watched the long queue disappear into the distance.

It is still very cold in early spring in North Korea, and the cold wind is blowing on the top of the tower.

She couldn't help but tighten her mink coat, sniffed, and turned her head to look at Seoul below the tower.

The renovation work of the urban area has begun. Every once in a while, an area of ​​the city will be selected for renovation. Shops occupying the road are ordered to move back and make room for the road, and the mud and dirty water on the road are also cleared away.

The city's public toilets and sewers are also on the reconstruction schedule. Once the toilets are built, defecating and urinating in the streets will be completely banned.

All construction projects were led by "civilian players", and the labor force was the slaves who were eager to "abolish their slavery".

These silly players may look out of place sometimes, but they can always reveal some hidden big guys.

Some are doctors, some are painters, some are tough guys who used to be mercenaries, and some are civil engineers. There are talents from all walks of life.

These people may never have any intersection in their lives, but through the game "Late Ming Dynasty", many of them became friends and had many beautiful memories.

Mashed Potatoes looked into the distance and then at the blue sky.

In this game, she also met various netizens.

There is an uncle who appears to be taciturn but is actually soft-hearted, there is a four-eyed boy who is knowledgeable and experienced in keyboard politics but is a lazy author, there is a brother who only knows how to charge forward, and there is a pair of "Unhappy" and "No-Brain" who work in perfect harmony and are full of their second-year secondary school students, making jokes all the way.

She and her friends walked through the mountains of Liaodong, overcame many difficulties and obstacles, and arrived at the frozen Yalu River.

They skated together on the river, laughing heartily; from the top of the wall they had just captured, they admired the rising sun in the sky; they took photos together facing the beautiful scenery of the country; and they sat by bonfires, under the starry sky, drinking warm wine, and chatting about their ideals in life or gossiping among friends and family...

The feeling of being tipsy when chatting deeply still makes her extremely happy.

In just a few months, they defeated powerful enemies together, controlled a country the size of a province, and achieved great achievements together.

Countless beautiful memories flashed before his eyes one by one, and Mashed Potato couldn't help but turn around and shout, "Master, I guessed whose..."

But when she looked around, there was no one around her, only dozens of guards standing on the lower level of the watchtower.

Friends from the Yulin Guild followed the first group returning home, and they have all left.

Turning her head and continuing to look at the cold sky, she eventually became the king of Joseon, a lonely king.

Although she was an elected puppet king and could not make dictatorial decisions on North Korea's political affairs, she did have some say in decision-making, just like a member of the Thirteenth Council, which was a little better than a rubber stamp.

In the past, she didn’t understand why a king would feel lonely. He had everything he wanted, power, wealth, and women at his fingertips. Why would he still feel bored and lonely?

Now that she has reached this lonely position, she has personally experienced what it means to be "alone and helpless".

It's really cold up here.

She descended the watchtower and returned to the palace, escorted by her loyal guards all the way.

The State Council has now become her frequent destination.

Only players can enter and exit Wen Ge, so the brothers do not avoid others at all. The repressed state they usually feel is just the opposite in Wen Ge.

Even the more than 30 of Li Hao's "fellow brothers" took off their black cloth hoods without hesitation.

Seeing this, Mashed Potatoes suddenly had a flood of ideas.

correct.

Since the Beiwei Army's rule over Korea has been consolidated, her role as a puppet king has gradually weakened, and all decisions come from the "Executive Council" of the Thirteen Councils.

When the king went to court, he just said a few clichés to his ministers. More than 30 stand-ins could do it, so why should she do it herself?
So she instructed the imperial guards to bring a good horse and prepare enough rations for one person, then changed into civilian clothes and put on the player's unique sand sculpture headgear to cover her face.

I no longer want to be the King of Korea.

Throwing down these words, Mashed Potato skillfully climbed onto the horse in front of everyone's astonished gaze, then kicked the horse's belly and galloped out of the palace, out of Seoul, and galloped all the way north. The brothers taught her fighting skills, taught her to use a sword, and even taught her to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

She was an ordinary liberal arts girl in real life, but she was gradually trained by her brothers to become a qualified veteran in combat, horse riding, and archery...

Finally, she caught up with the first group returning home dozens of miles away.

The guild flag of the Yulin team was like a giant red dragon, and she locked onto the location of her good brothers at a glance.

She rode her horse slowly forward, then jumped down in the stirrups under the gaze of her teammates.

Looking at the familiar names above these people's heads, Mashed Potatoes suddenly felt a familiar warmth and happiness sweeping over his body.

Completing the mission is not important. Being able to have fun and act stupidly with a bunch of stupid players is her main motivation for playing this game.

She came in front of Lu Xiaobu, the leader of the Yulin Guild, and snapped her legs together, her whole body stretched straight.

Wearing a black cloth hood that only revealed her eyes and mouth, she held her head high and shouted, "Corporal Potato has completed his puppet mission and requests to be rejoined immediately."

Lu Xiaobu was rarely serious. He pulled out a black hood from his waist bag from somewhere and wrapped it around his head. He also looked tense and solemn. But when he opened his mouth, he said, "Why are you talking so dull? Do it again!"

"You want to join the group even though you're so quiet!"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

“Do it again, do it again!”

The 'Breakthrough Expert', 'Wild Bull', 'Huang Zilong', 'Jiang Xiaobai', 'Liu Changsheng'... who were standing by were all extremely serious, but the almost suppressed silly smiles on their faces betrayed their inner emotions.

Mashed Potatoes smiled too, but it was only for a moment.

She imagined herself as a communications soldier, shouting and delivering long-distance messages, "Corporal Potato! Apply to rejoin the regiment!"

The violent roar startled the friendly troops around, and they all cast concerned glances at him.

"Good! Very spirited!" Lu Xiaobu's facial features briefly distorted as he roared, "Corporal Potato is approved to return to the regiment!"

"I am back."

"Welcome home..." A group of brothers gathered around, some gave her welcoming smiles, and some patted her shoulders to show encouragement.

Mashed Potatoes led the warhorse and followed the guild's team, heading north and north until they reached the Yalu River.

The frozen river surface when they entered the Korean War had now thawed and turned into a flowing river.

Fortunately, there are many ferries along the river, so it doesn't take long for them to transport batches of goods across.

It wasn't until the first group of troops had completely crossed the river that Mashed Potato suddenly had an idea and shouted to his fellow guild members, "How about we take a group photo?"

The brothers were all happy to hear this and responded to the proposal one after another.

They had taken a group photo long before entering the Korean War, and now that they had returned home safely after the war, they took another one as a souvenir.

Mashed Potato activated the game's selfie function and raised his left hand high up to enhance the blessing function.

The brothers gathered with their swords and backpacks, surrounding the mashed potatoes like little bees around pollen.

Mashed Potatoes took off his hood and grinned, with a pair of scissor hands hovering at the side of his face with great skill, "Eggplant!"

Following a burst of low shouts in unison, the brothers with different expressions were frozen into the picture—

Some people simply made a "yeah" sign, some hugged their swords in front of their chests, looking like handsome knights, some raised their fists at their friends, pretending to fight their teammates, and some held the urns of the dead in front of their chests, and wrote their brothers' names on the urns.

Mashed Potatoes then threw the black cloth hood up into the sky, like a college graduate, and shouted loudly to the blue sky and white sky, "The South Korean expedition is complete!"

"You just stole my spot! I can't kill you..."

He heard a burst of playing and laughing behind him. Mashed Potatoes looked back and saw a group of brothers starting to fight again.

"A bunch of idiot players, there's never a moment of peace."

Mashed Potatoes watched them laughing and joking, and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing like a fool who had found a treasure. Then he stopped laughing, revealed a faint and meaningful smile, and said to himself -

This is my leader and my regiment.

……

When the heavenly army passed by, Jin Wuzheng led the tenants out of the county town.

He returned home early after the war.

Now he is still an officer in the bandit-catching camp. Because of his military merits, he was promoted to a higher level, from a sentry officer to the captain of a team of 300 people.

He has now asked for leave from the county magistrate in order to deal with his own farming problems.

Looking at the gradually departing figure of the Heavenly Soldier, Jin Wu felt a little lonely. He thought that there would probably not be any more nightly story sessions.

After several months of dual training in combat and cultural courses, Jin Wu has mastered more Chinese character reading and writing. According to Tianbing, he has already reached the level of a "Class D diploma".

But writing letters is still a struggle, and most of the Chinese characters require drawing.

He gave all the cultivated land he bought to tenant farmers to manage. According to the rules set by the heavenly soldiers, the rent he collected could not exceed 25% of the total output.

My younger brother Jin Liu is also doing very well in the royal capital.

The younger brother sent a letter through someone, claiming that the several shops he opened were doing a booming business, and now he was following the footsteps of the Tianbing to engage in maritime trade, and the future of their Jin family's wealth was just around the corner.

Jin Wu was quite pleased with this. He had no interest in doing business anyway, so he just wanted to be an officer while serving the ten landowners.

Even if there is an emergency, the thousand taels of silver hidden in the cellar can be taken out to deal with the emergency.

There were fewer Heavenly Soldiers in the counties and townships. Apart from the government's political advisers and the "Sinicization Group" in the villages, only a few officers in the bandit-catching camps could hear the Heavenly Soldiers' voices.

Jin Wu would occasionally go to the Chinese translation group to continue his literacy work, and sometimes he would also sit in the cenotaph of the heavenly soldiers - the bodies of the heavenly soldiers were cremated and taken away by the Ming army.

He really couldn't forget the heavenly soldier who died while blocking the arrow for him. The man's voice and smile before his death still appeared before his eyes.

If I had been the one shot to death, I probably wouldn't have felt so bad.

He was a semi-illiterate and didn't know how to commemorate the heavenly soldiers who sacrificed for him in order to relieve the sadness in his heart.

It was the teacher in the Chinese translation group who told him that writing books and biographies is also a way of commemorating the victims, which can make the victims live forever in people's hearts through words.

After hearing this, Jin Wu immediately decided to write a book, even though he had only learned a few Chinese characters.

As for the title of this book, Jin Wu thought about the various stories he had heard from the heavenly soldiers and immediately decided to name it "The Legend of the Terran Spiritual Soldiers".

Then he stumbled over and wrote the first line.

In the nineteenth century after the First Emperor unified the empire, a group of long-dormant spirits were awakened by a hero.

"The false human is the soul of the Earth Glory, the wronged body. Unafraid of death or pain, he lurks among mortals, taking the place of human skin, and even friends and family cannot tell the difference. Among the false human beings, there are great false ones, who can explore the fate of mortals. The fate of mortals hangs on the top of their heads and is divided into three levels: green, yellow, and red. Green luck brings long-lasting prosperity, yellow luck is mediocre, and red luck brings disaster." - "Yi Zhai Qi Tan". Andong Province Chapter
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