Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 324 New Year, New Atmosphere, I wish you all happiness

At daybreak, Zu Dabi and his brothers climbed up the watchtower, and soon they saw scattered armored figures surrounding them.

The black flags with white edges were like ghosts walking in the night, wrapped in the coolness of early spring, rolling over the land for several miles and surrounding the Zujia military camp.

"The Beiwei Army is really brave!"

Zu Dabi stepped on the wooden railing and spat at the ground in front of him.

He ordered dozens of loud-mouthed soldiers to climb onto the camp wall and shouted, "You are besieging our friendly forces, are you rebelling?" He tried to use the court's accumulated power to force the Beiwei Army to curb their anger.

However, the other side said that in order to avenge Marshal Zhang, they would kill them all, and then began to load shells frantically.

boom! boom! boom!
The cannons roared in unison, mixed with anger, and the bowl-sized shells tore through the gray curtain.

The camp built by the water shook violently under the ravages of artillery shells, and wood chips wrapped in debris flew everywhere, piercing a group of Zujia soldiers who were defending the wall and making them covered in blood.

Screams and the sound of blood spurting were endless, and the vibrations of the shattered camp caused ripples under his feet. Zu Dabi sighed that the war had begun, and the other party refused to negotiate with him.

The first round of shelling ended and the second round of shelling began.

The artillery skills of the Beiwei Army far surpassed those of all Ming armies of that era. They precisely arranged for each encircling army to fire in turns, and the roaring artillery shells would not even pass through the camp and hit the encircling army in the rear.

The whistling sound of the third round of artillery shells breaking through the air was particularly harsh. Based on the flames from the artillery, Zu Dabi guessed that the number of heavy artillery of the Beiwei Army had exceeded twenty.

The crude temporary camp was already riddled with holes, and the Zu family army, having lost their support, had to retreat to the center of the camp.

But the Beiwei army continued to fire, shoot, and clean the barrels as if they were free, just like a hunting cat obsessed with playing with a mouse, enjoying the whole process of hunting and greedily sucking up the despair and struggle overflowing from the prey.

The shells flew past his head, and the shrill and strange sounds almost made Zu Dabi lose his soul.

"Uuuuuu——"

The loud sound of the horn came like waves, and the Beiwei army surrounding the camp moved instantly, like four dark cumulus clouds pressing down from the horizon, covering everything in the sky and the earth with unstoppable force.

Zu Dabi gradually felt a strong murderous intent coming from the other party, and the other party really wanted to kill him.

The fear of death was so strong for the first time. Zu Dabi squeezed the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and the brief pain brought him back to his senses.

He could not sit and wait for death, so he immediately ordered his men to prepare war horses and attack the enemy's infantry in two directions.

The Beiwei Army's troop deployment was indeed very fast, but its total strength was no more than 20,000 to 30,000 men at most, and each encircling section had no more than 10,000 men. As long as they broke through one part, they could destroy the enemy's entire deployment.

The remaining troops around Liaoyang were all loyal officials of the imperial court. How could they join these traitors in rebellion? As long as he could survive the most difficult times, he could mobilize his loyal officials to annihilate the Beiwei rebels!

The Zu family army prepared at a very fast speed. Three thousand cavalrymen mounted their horses, and the infantrymen cleared several passages for horses to pass through.

Taking advantage of the time when the Beiwei army was marching and stopped firing, Zu Dabi ordered the cavalry to attack.

The war drums in the barracks suddenly began to beat, and three thousand cavalrymen of mixed strength poured out in two groups, the mud making a crackling sound under the horses' hooves.

The two cavalry units galloped like wolves, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky. Among the figures of the horses and men moving up and down, the swords in the hands of the soldiers could be vaguely seen.

Faced with the galloping cavalry, the marching Beiwei army was not afraid at all, as if they were sure that they could defeat the enemy with a weak force.

Just when the cavalry had taken five or six hundred steps, two bright lights were thrown into the sky. The light was as red as blood, like two blood-red eyes of a demon, dragging the dim morning into a strange red curtain.

All the cavalry charging the battle were stunned, and Zu Dabi and Zu Dacheng were also stunned on the tower.

They didn't know what a flare was called, they only knew that this magical "illumination technique" like Taoism actually appeared in reality, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Change!"

A loud roar came from the Beiwei army column, and the moving artillery team stopped immediately. The remaining infantrymen, like neatly arranged building blocks, stepped forward one by one and formed a human wall.

Three rows of soldiers holding spears and shields knelt on one knee, and soldiers holding various firearms hung bird guns above their teammates' heads.

The two blood lamps slowly fell, dragging dazzling tails of light, but the cavalrymen who had entered the accelerated state had no way of looking back.

The spring breeze suddenly shifted, sweeping along hundreds of dry grass roots. The squad leader stood behind the shield wall, his eyes narrowed, the hilt of his sword creaking as it shrank.

In front of him, thousands of musketeers had already finished reloading.

When the first row of enemy cavalry rushed into the firing range, roars and whistles were heard from the infantry formation, and rounds of bird guns suddenly exploded with fireworks and white smoke.

The hot bullets swept across the area, and the frightened war horses fell forward, throwing the riders on their backs into the air. As soon as they landed on the ground, they were trampled to pieces by groups of horses' hooves.

Although the Guanning Army was arrogant and domineering, they were veterans on the front line who had been fighting the Eight Banners Army for a long time. They reacted quickly, picked up their bows and shot arrows.

Arrows fell into the infantry formation like meteors, but the Beiwei soldiers did not dodge or evade, like a towering Mount Tai.

Arrows clanged against shields or pierced the gunner's chest.

The elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army were all wearing armor, and the arrows stuck in their bodies were like the hard thorns of a hedgehog.

Some people were shot and fell, but stood up again and carried out tactical tasks with unwavering determination.

Some soldiers were shot through the cheeks by arrows, and blood was constantly gushing out, but they still tore open the paper shells of ammunition and stuffed the black powder and bullets into the gun barrels according to the procedures.

Some people even continued to fight despite being wounded by arrows, but were soon forced to fall down due to excessive blood loss. The teammates behind them were like mechanical programs receiving coded instructions, and they faced the rain of arrows without fear.

The clumsy warhorse rushed towards the spear tip in panic, and almost broke through the Beiwei army's infantry formation with the help of inertia, but it was still riddled with hornet's nest by the forest of sharp hairs.

The timid warhorse realized that there was an obstacle ahead, and guided by the desire to survive, it quickly changed direction and dragged its master on its back to spread to both wings.

However, the infantry formations of the Beiwei Army were everywhere, and their ever-shrinking encirclement had formed an unbreakable iron circle. No matter where the war horses ran, they were like canaries trapped in a cage, with nowhere to escape.

Some cavalrymen of the Zujia Army were unwilling to accept the meager results of the battle, so they pulled their reins and retreated several hundred steps, then turned around and continued to charge.

Hundreds of cavalrymen formed a wall and launched a fierce charge at the sparsely populated areas.

At this time, the infantry formation of the Beiwei army that was about to be attacked dispersed, and hundreds of shields fell crookedly into the mud.

The cavalry commander laughed heartily upon seeing this, and plunged his boot into the horse's belly like a broken thorn. "Charge! Crush these worms for me..."

Boom!

The infantry formation suddenly exploded with sparks all over the sky, and grapeshot wrapped in heat waves came at a high speed, piercing the flesh and blood, and the pungent smell of blood wafted in the air amidst the screams.

The cannons were still roaring, and hundreds of cavalrymen froze for a moment.

The cavalry general had a dull smile on his face, but his chest had been pierced by grapeshot, and flesh could be vaguely seen swaying around the edges of the wound.

Hundreds of cavalrymen desperately rushed to the artillery positions, but most of them had already died along the way. They were thrown away by the rapidly stopping horses and impaled on the spear points.

Thousands of cavalrymen divided into two groups and rushed towards the infantry formation of the Beiwei army, but their worldviews were shattered by the bloody lessons learned.

The Beiwei Army is just as its name suggests, like shields rooted to the ground. As long as you stand firmly there, neither horses nor chariots can break through their ranks.

The crackling sounds of bird guns rang out one after another, and thick white smoke soon enveloped the battlefield. The Beiwei Army even thoughtfully prepared dozens of soldiers holding huge fans, who would wave their fans to drive away the smoke at the command of the military.

Perhaps because the cavalry formations were much sparser and there was no threat of breaking through the formation, the Beiwei Army began to order an advance.

They stepped over the corpses on the ground. If they came across a surviving warhorse of the deceased, someone would quickly leave the infantry formation, step forward, hold the horse's reins and comfort it, and then, like a mouse in a snake's belly, they would pass through the tight infantry formation and lead the horse back to the rear.

If an enemy soldier fell to the ground and wailed for mercy, the infantry would not even look at him and would run over him without mercy.

The enemy's screams before death and the crunching sounds of flesh and bones being crushed are the best gifts to offer to the war maniac.

The cavalry who failed to break through the formation retreated in panic, and fully half of them died in the fierce battle.

The Beiwei army's infantry formation was still advancing, and no obstacles could stop them.

There were also thousands of energetic cavalry following behind the infantry, ready to encircle and suppress any enemy soldiers who successfully broke through the formation.

At this moment, Zu Dabi, who witnessed the whole process, was dumbfounded.

Only then did he realize that the "Great Victory at Xiongyue Station", "Battle to Recover Liao" and "Rescuing the King" were all real and fierce battlefields, and each one could be called a Shura hell.

And he actually dared to be so arrogant that he thought that the “invincible” Zujia Army could crush the Beiwei Army. He was simply trying to show off his skills before an expert and seeking his own death!

However, it was too late to regret, as he had offended a pack of vengeful wolves. Once the wolves had their hands on their prey's throat, they would not let go of their sharp fangs until the prey suffocated to death.

Pairs of combat boots trampled the ground, and thousands of mechanical Beiwei soldiers followed the defeated cavalry into the camp.

They swarmed in like clear water gushing out of a broken jar, soaking the ground, and soon formed an iron-clad infantry formation.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

The infantrymen of the Beiwei Army stood tall, holding high their shields, spears, guns, and crossbows, while roaring to the sky that shook the heavens and the earth.

Before the sun rose, the flags of the camp were fluttering in the spring breeze, and more than ten thousand infantry and cavalry of the Zu family army huddled together crying.

They pushed down their war horses to form a "breast wall" to hinder the attack of the Beiwei Army, and moved out ammunition boxes and grain bags and piled them around, desperately trying to delay their own death.

However, the Beiwei Army did not intend to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them, but only wanted to kill all the thieves efficiently.

When all the Beiwei troops rushed into the camp and formed an encirclement again, the commander shouted, "Open fire!"

An audio-visual feast suddenly unfolded on the ground. More than 30 shells converged towards the central enemy position, and the camp with dead bodies stirred up waves of mud in the roar.

The splattered blood formed a crimson mist overhead, and the horses and soldiers in the outermost circle were reduced to a pool of filth. The wounded soldiers cried out in agony, their severed arms and legs scattered everywhere.

The Zu family soldiers witnessed the approach of death with their own eyes, as if a knife was constantly cutting off their flesh and blood, piece by piece.

Some people couldn't stand the high-pressure atmosphere and rushed out of their positions like crazy, shouting words for mercy, but were completely ignored by the Beiwei Army.

"Crossbow, fire!"

The commander of the Beiwei Army was like an emotionless repeater, constantly activating voice commands to his brothers to shoot.

Bows and crossbows streaked through bloody mist, and bullets remembered that they could draw parabolas. The defeated soldiers who came out to beg for mercy were pierced to death by the arrows. More blood splattered in the enemy camp, and the gap in numbers between the enemy and us continued to widen.

Firecrackers, firecrackers, firecrackers!

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The gunners who were firing the cannons angrily tore off their clothes, revealing their mountain-like muscles. Then, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, they picked up rags soaked in vinegar and frantically scrubbed the barrel of the cannon. Then they continued to fire shells, plowing streaks of blood on the ground.

When the cannon was as hot as molten lava and there was a high risk of exploding if it was fired again, the commander immediately raised his sword and stepped forward, roaring with a tremor in his voice, "Follow me!"

The military order was like a huge rock falling into a calm lake, and all the soldiers of the Beiwei Army stepped on the corpses of the enemy and launched a charge.

They showed their sharp white teeth like zombies, saliva splashed out from between their teeth, and their faces were filled with joy, more excited than the Chinese New Year, as if what they were about to face was not a life-and-death duel, but a hunting competition with rich rewards.

The Beiwei Army's melee combat was more powerful than firearms, and the unpredictable battles were peppered with a series of obscure military jargon: "Leave it to me," "Exchange attacks," "Shield guards, move forward," and "Shoot quickly, attack quickly."

If the Zu family army was a round cake, then they were being scraped away in circles at this moment.

Those standing on the periphery kept falling down, and even if they were still breathing, they would be trampled to death by the big feet wrapped in official boots.

Bird guns and javelins played in harmony, the Beiwei soldiers shouted and cursed, and swords, spears, swords and halberds made muffled sounds, as if playing a strange melody dedicated to the evil god.

Until the blood-soaked Beiwei Army arrived, the Zu brothers and hundreds of their personal soldiers all lost their souls and knelt on the ground involuntarily, completely abandoning the instinct to survive.

They watched helplessly as this group of bloodthirsty lunatics annihilated more than 10,000 Zujia Army infantry and cavalry, literally killing them all with swords and guns, just like a human stepping into an ant colony and crushing countless of them with one foot.

Every time the Beiwei Army lifted their feet, there was a squelching sound of blood and flesh. Hair, flesh, blood, broken bones, internal organs, all the organs and veins of the human body were spread out on the ground like a pile of dirt.

The Beiwei Army walked across the blood-soaked Lion Camel Ridge as if nothing had happened. The sharp blades repeatedly touched the throats of the Zujia Army soldiers, then pulled them sideways.

The sound of blood spurting was deeply engraved in the souls of the Zu brothers. If they were still alive, they would never forget the tragic scene of today and the horror of Khorne.

The Beiwei Army said they would kill them all, and they really carried out their declaration to the end.

"You guys are Zu Dashou's relatives and clansmen, right?"

A clear sound came from the front, followed by intensive punches and kicks.

The Beiwei Army killed all the soldiers of the Zu family army, but only left behind a few generals and clansmen with the surname Zu.

At this point, all the overt opposition forces of the Beiwei Army were eliminated, and they basically controlled the Liaoyang and Shenyang areas. Only those Ming troops who had not clearly stood on the side remained to be tested.

Once the morale and organization of these people are unified, the entire Liaodong army and people will be in the hands of the Beiwei Army.

He Lusi looked towards the capital, raised his hand and pointed forward. Before his eyes appeared high-ranking officials, eunuchs, and even a young emperor...

"Call all Ming troops around Liaoyang to the parade ground outside the city. No armored soldiers are allowed. I don't care about their rank or their unit. No one is allowed to be late. Anyone who disobeys this order will be executed!"

He Lusi took out a small box from his waist bag, which contained the special props he obtained during the first war against the invaders.

(End of this chapter)