Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 325: Should good people be pointed at guns?

At six o'clock in the morning, the morning sun was hidden in the clouds, and the turmoil of last night's mutiny was shining into Liaoyang with the sunlight.

The army and the people were all speculating on the causes and consequences of last night's dramatic changes.

The order to assemble at the training ground came like a gentle spring breeze. Although the order came from He Lusi, the deputy commander of the Beiwei Army, and not the governor of Liaodong, no one dared to say a word against it, let alone bring armor and weapons.

The soldiers and civilians generally knew that the commander of the Beiwei Army had died, and they also knew that the Beiwei Army was in a rage and would dare to massacre an entire family if they disagreed with someone.

No matter whether they were soldiers from Liaodong or foreign troops transferred from Zhili and Shandong, they all rushed over as if they had heard the emperor's edict.

Some people were so afraid of being late that they had to put on clothes and helmets on the way, without even having time to eat breakfast.

For a moment, the entire garrison inside and outside Liaoyang became bustling with activity, just like tens of thousands of villagers going to the market.

Soldiers from all directions were crowded and rushed to the official road to the training ground, fearing that they would be the unlucky ones who were late.

But as soon as they were a few hundred steps away from the training ground, they became like a dog returning home with its eyes narrowed, and immediately became orderly, lining up as needed, straightening their clothes and helmets, and entering the grounds in an orderly manner.

As soon as the soldiers entered the training ground, they smelled a strong smell of rust, which was the bloody memory left by the collision of swords.

They looked up and straight ahead, and saw that the Beiwei army had already surrounded the entire training ground.

Tens of thousands of suits of heavy armor rose and fell with their breathing, like a black tide sweeping across the parade grounds. They were like blood-red masks, their bodies dotted with bloody mud and flesh, their swords, spears, and halberds covered in layers of crimson ash, like warriors fighting their way out of hell.

The soldiers were so frightened that they dared not move forward, but when they heard a loud shout of "Get into position quickly", tens of thousands of soldiers immediately shrank like timid chickens and had to go into the chicken coop.

Except for a few Liaodong soldiers who directly participated in the mutiny and showed no fear, the rest of the government troops were trembling in fear.

The Beiwei army deployed their troops in such a fierce battle formation that it would only take half a day to slaughter all these tens of thousands of soldiers.

Suddenly, the war drums at the command post at the front of the training ground sounded, and a coffin rushed in from the training ground gate. As the coffin, carried by sixteen people, entered the camp, the heavy training ground gate suddenly closed.

The roar of combat boots hitting the ground woke everyone up, and blood plum blossoms bloomed one after another on the soles of the coffin bearers' boots - they had engaged in a fierce battle in the early morning, and the blood and flesh stuck to the soles of their feet solidified on the ground.

The coffin bearers advanced in silence, their path almost unimpeded.

Even without any military orders, the soldiers subconsciously made way for a wide passage. As the mourners walked away, the soldiers regrouped.

The soldiers had already guessed who lay in the coffin. The great Marshal Zhang, who had made such great contributions, was gone...

They couldn't help but watch the coffin move forward until it was placed in the center of the reviewing platform.

Only then did the soldiers see that the base of the platform was neatly covered with rows of tarpaulins.

A general of the Beiwei Army drew his sword from its sheath and pointed it toward the sky, "Men who have recaptured Liaodong—welcome the Marshal home!"

The roars of the Beiwei soldiers pierced the morning mist. They hammered the ground with their weapons and sang the battle song of their recapture of Liaodong.

This familiar song made countless soldiers think of something -

On that day, government troops from different regions fought side by side with the Beiwei Army. Together they crossed the turbulent Bohai Sea and came to the freezing cold Liaodong, and together they recovered hundreds of miles of their homeland.

They lived and ate together in the snow, finding joy in hardship together, and their homeland that had been lost for more than ten years seemed to be right before their eyes.

However, the Nu chieftain personally led an army of more than 100,000 and suddenly marched south, and the Liaonan area that had been recovered with great difficulty was almost lost.

It was the commander of the Beiwei Army who led thousands of brave soldiers to resolutely cover the rear and saved the lives of countless officers, soldiers and civilians.

Everyone thought it was a hopeless situation with no return, but the Beiwei Army knew it was impossible but still did it, and even created a miracle in the end, repelling the Nu chieftain and creating an "epic victory" that had not been seen in a century.

The Beiwei Army did not monopolize the glory, but shared it with them. They took advantage of the victory to march north and captured one familiar yet unfamiliar garrison after another.

They returned, returned to this cold yet warm land, and would never have to leave the hometown where they grew up.

If there had not been Marshal Zhang, Marshal Li, and the invincible and courageous Beiwei Army, these soldiers who had recaptured Liaodong would have died sooner or later in one of the next decisive battles.

The decisive battle in southern Liaoning, the decisive battle in Shenyang, defeating the enemy without fighting at Hunhe, the decisive battle in Dujiatun to rescue the emperor, entering Korea to expel the Tartars... every decisive battle was a brutal battle that they had never dared to imagine.

Not only did they survive, they even achieved a lot of military merits that led to promotions.

Generals who can win battles are rare, and generals who can win battles at the lowest cost are even rarer.

No matter where the soldiers came from or which generals they served under, they were able to enjoy their current status and treatment, and their families did not have to wear mourning clothes, all thanks to the Beiwei Army.

The Beiwei Army did not bring up the past, but simply sang a war song that resonated with everyone, and everyone's emotions were aroused.

This brave general who fought for the country and was a loyal minister who recovered Liaodong together with many other powerful generals, even if he had no merits, he must have made some hard work, right?
The court should have issued rewards of money and food, and promoted Marshal Zhang to a higher position.

But who would have known that this group of treacherous ministers would persecute loyal ministers to this extent!
Not only did they not give him any reward, but they treated him like an unforgivable criminal, locked the door of his room, and then set a fire to make it look like an accident, burning him to death.

It is not the pleasure of beheading with a single blow, nor is it the pain of drinking a cup of poison and leaving the body intact, but the most painful, cruel and despicable burning.

What do the other soldiers who intend to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty think about this?

Zhao Gou unjustly killed Yue Fei, but he at least pretended to go through a series of "procedures" before finally killing Yue Fei.

You, the treacherous minister of the Ming Dynasty, didn't even bother to whitewash it by saying it was "false accusation" and just caused someone's death to be an accident.

Great, great, that's great. Now we can save on paying Marshal Zhang's salary...

If any conscientious intellectual heard of this, he would have left a strong mark in the history books. This would have dealt a heavy blow to the legitimacy of the Ming Dynasty, indicating that the Ming Dynasty had reached the point where it had incurred the wrath of heaven and man and should be destroyed.

Seeing the soldiers' expressions surge like the waves, the deputy commanders on the stage personally beat the war drums, and then someone pointed a sword at the row below the stage, "The mastermind who killed Marshal Zhang is right here!"

The war drums beat, stirring up dust on the stage, and dozens of soldiers came to the stage to untie the veils one by one.

Dozens of criminals with bruised faces and noses were tied to wooden pillars, half naked, with their knees half bent. They wanted to kneel but couldn't, so they could only bend their knees and tiptoe to hang halfway.

"Ahhhhhhhh! It's him! It's him!"

Suddenly, someone was trying hard to squeeze into the queue, screaming in pain and fear, his hoarse throat breaking with the roar.

The soldiers looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Chen Jinghe, the former general of Baoding, and dozens of other generals from Liaodong.

They risked their lives to push through the crowd, the turbid tears sliding down the corners of their eyes were faintly bloody, and the strong smell of blood emanated from their bodies all the time, as if they had been soaking in a pile of flesh and blood for most of the night.

Chen Jinghe didn't even wait for anyone to move aside, and tried his best to press forward. Even if he accidentally fell, he would quickly get up and continue to move forward.

Finally, dozens of Liao generals came to him. They raised their trembling hands and locked onto Fang Yizao, Zu Dabi and other culprits, wishing they could torture them to death on the spot.

But when the coffin came into view, they couldn't help but go to "visit" the deceased first, throwing themselves in front of the coffin and crying loudly.

When a loved one passes away, it's like losing that person from your life forever. You'll never see them again, the one who laughed, played, and created life's memories with you...

Marshal Zhang is gone. He has completely disappeared from this vast world, which is far more painful than having a corner of his heart cut out.

"These are Marshal Zhang's belongings, as well as the gifts I promised to give you..."

Several Beiwei Army soldiers came out holding some objects, including several maps of the world, a globe, Zhang Xianzhong's silver coin medals, several knives that Marshal Zhang used during his lifetime, water bottles and other props.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar globe, Chen Jinghe felt heartbroken.

He really wanted to change the previous reward for meritorious service to require Marshal Zhang not to attend the fatal banquet.

It's a pity that it's all too late.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Chen Jinghe and the others held Marshal Zhang's belongings and seemed to see the vague figure of the Marshal standing in a corner of the command platform, smiling and waving at them, bidding their final farewell.

I'm leaving, brothers, see you in the future.

This familiar voice and tone are right beside you!
Handsome!

Chen Jinghe heard a familiar voice and turned his head subconsciously, only to see a deputy commander of the Beiwei Army standing there. That man was not Commander Zhang.

The dead cannot be resurrected, and Marshal Zhang remains in his coffin...

"Marshal... why did you abandon us..."

Heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the entire training ground. Some people were so excited that they fainted and were quickly carried away by the deputy commanders to calm them down.

Even the soldiers watching everything below the stage could not help but be moved and shed sad tears. The entire parade ground seemed to be filled with tears.

"It's them! These traitors are the ones who murdered the Marshal! They have no tolerance for loyal ministers or good generals. They only care about corruption, perverting justice, and bullying the people! Kill them! Skin them alive!"

Suddenly, a deputy commander pointed at the prisoners in the audience and shouted, which immediately aroused the soldiers' desire for revenge.

The deputy commander called on the soldiers to cut these bastards into pieces with one sword each. They should not let the evil villains die too easily!
As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Jinghe was the first to respond. He took out a spare short sharp knife, swooped down to the stage, and locked onto Zu Dabi in the first place.

The other party had been beaten so badly that even his mother didn't recognize him. He was still mumbling that it was Fang Yizao who did it. Fang Yizao sealed the doors and windows and it had nothing to do with him.

Fang Yizao kept repeating that it was the Zu family who secretly set the fire. He just wanted to escort Zhang Xianzhong to Beijing. He had no intention of killing Zhang Xianzhong...

But Chen Jinghe didn't care how these people defended themselves. He gripped the sharp knife tightly and stabbed it into Zu Dabi's chest, just like cutting beef from a big bone, cutting off all the bloody flesh.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Blood flowed down his stomach miserably, and Zu Dabi screamed in pain like a pig with a stabbed neck.

Although he felt relieved after one slash, the rage in Chen Jinghe's heart had not yet subsided. He still wanted to give Zu Dabi another slash, but someone behind him grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Who!" Chen Jinghe's eyes were red, like a cursed evil ghost, and he wished he could eat alive the "troublemaker" who blocked his way.

Unexpectedly, the one who came was even more ruthless than him. It was An Lushan, one of the deputy commanders of the Beiwei Army. An Lushan's eyes were wide open, and his sturdy armored physique cast a towering shadow like a mountain. "Everyone, one sword. No one is allowed to take more than one!"

As soon as An Lushan finished speaking, Chen Jinghe had to restrain his murderous intent and retreated to the side in frustration. He then stared at the damned thieves and watched them being attacked by swords...

Others who were venting their anger roared and took their place, each holding a knife tightly to tear and pull a piece of the criminal's body.

Pieces of blood-stained flesh and blood were thrown high and low, causing increasingly loud screams.

Revenge, public trial, personal execution... The soldiers had never felt so refreshed before, as if all the congestion, blood clots, and stones in their bodies had been discharged, leaving them feeling relaxed and comfortable.

It feels so good! It feels so good!
The shouts, screams, cheers and applause outside the house mixed together, like a joyful New Year celebration, with firecrackers and fireworks blasting in the air.

At this time, He Lusi, who had been promoted to the commander-in-chief of the entire army, was still in the room.

The light of morning sun shone into the house. He reached out to touch the gentle beam of light, and his five fingers gently plucked the keys of light and shadow, as if completing a historic handover with Zhang Xianzhong who touched the moonlight last night.

Strands of hair fell from his head, and the player brothers cut off his bun and shaved off all his hair.

He picked up a wooden box and took out a metal object that looked like a nail and a pipe and placed it on his head.

Miraculous changes quickly covered his entire body, as if he was parasitized by an armored worm.

The worm swelled up rapidly, expanding in all directions, and soon turned into a huge suit of armor, swallowing him into its stomach.

He Lusi only revealed his out-of-place head, with several tubes "inserted" deep into his skull...

This transformation made many nearby players envious, and the Hammerhead fans couldn't help but shout loudly, "The Warmaster is back! He's back, the Warmaster is back!"

He Lusi held the sword left by Zhang Xianzhong tightly in his left hand and walked through the corridor inside the house surrounded by his brothers.

He walked through the morning with distinct light and shadow, as if walking through a tragic battlefield engraved in his memory, with artillery fire roaring in his ears and blood splattering before his eyes.

When this strong man appeared, he instantly attracted the attention of all the soldiers.

He was wearing a "giant armor" that the soldiers had almost never seen before. It was like a mortal wearing the clothes of a giant, or like a mortal carrying a mountain.

All the generals of the Beiwei Army nodded politely when they saw him coming, thus making everyone confirm this person's identity.

The new commander-in-chief of the Beiwei Army is He Lusi.

He Lu Si gently stroked Marshal Zhang's coffin, then walked to the edge of the platform covered with shredded flesh, and shouted loudly to all the soldiers below.

Which heroes recaptured Liaodong? It was Marshal Li, it was Marshal Zhang! It was all of you warriors who fought for our country!

How many people died on the way to recover Liaodong, turning into a lonely grave in the snow, without even a decent name!
We risked our lives and shed our blood to finally earn a peaceful life with a wife, children and a warm bed, but we only enjoyed it for a few days before the imperial army came to usurp our sway.

They seize your fields, rob your wives, ride on your heads and shit on you for fun, and then scold you for not letting the masters have enough fun, scold your resistance for being insubordination, and scold you for not starving to death at home!

The Tartars have been driven away, but you still have to pay tribute to the Liao Dynasty and continue to kneel before the masters in servility!
I, the soldiers of the Beiwei Army, can drive out the Tartars and cultivate land and build houses. I know that although you have been allocated dozens of acres of military land and live in warm little houses, if you pay the Liao salary and miscellaneous taxes, how can it be enough to feed your families?
The people inside the Great Wall are suffering terribly. Ever since the corrupt officials came to Liaodong, your families have to live the same miserable life, right?
They could not enjoy the food they had grown with so much hardship. Thousands of refugees were homeless, but the corrupt officials never cared about them. They could only starve in the cold winter, and no less than 10,000 people froze to death on the road.

I, the Beiwei Army, could not bear to see the people suffer, so I spent my own money and effort to build houses for the refugees and provide relief to the people. However, corrupt officials said that we were buying people's hearts and had ulterior motives.

They didn't do it, but instead forbade us to do it! Now they've even killed Marshal Zhang and want to wipe out our Beiwei Army!
Should good people in this world be put at knifepoint? Should we allow filth to prevail and loyalty to retreat?

Are you still going to accept it and wait for the next batch of corrupt officials to continue to oppress and ravage you?
Think about your wives and children, think about the comfortable days you have lost again, think about your fists, and ask them if they still want to sit there and wait for death!
The imperial court was unjust, the world was dark, corruption was rampant, and the Ming Dynasty was rotten to the core from top to bottom.

How can such a corrupt Ming Dynasty be worthy of our loyalty? How can such a Ming Dynasty be revived?
Since the Ming Dynasty doesn't want loyal ministers, the Beiwei Army has decided to rebel today!
Charge into the capital and trample all the officials!

Those who wish to follow me to the battle of the Beiwei Army, bare your left side and take a step forward!"

As soon as He Lusi finished speaking, countless soldiers responded.

People may not learn something through teaching, but things taught by events will be remembered by people for a lifetime.

Feng Hanmin, Lin Di, Chen Jinghe, and even those officers and soldiers who were not from Liao, almost all rolled up their left sleeves, exposing their arms, and took a step forward firmly.

The war drums behind him sounded at the right time, rumbling like a bolt from the blue, cheering for the soldiers.

Horusi looked towards the distant capital, muttering the same lines with all the members of the Hammer Club:

A major rebellion was not what the Beiwei Army wanted, and the Beiwei Army had never thought of launching a rebellion.

They had worked together with the loyalists to expel the Tartars, recover the lost territory in Liaodong, and build a new home in Liaodong, hoping to make good use of this devastated land.

However, treacherous ministers and insects betrayed the Beiwei army officers and soldiers. They fabricated lies and killed the innocent Marshal Zhang.

Now is the Age of Exploration when many heroes emerge. The world's territory has long been divided among the great powers, and China has only one chance to revive.

If the tyrant emperor and the pseudo-Ming Dynasty cannot seize it, then the Beiwei Army will complete it.

Let the war begin.

From the sky of China to the edge of the world.

Let China burn and let the world fall!
Even if the blood of every soldier of the Beiwei Army is shed, we must see the whole world conquered.

If the Beiwei Army cannot save China from the false Ming Dynasty and the tyrant ruler.

Let the world burn!

"Anti-Ming! Anti-Ming! Anti-Ming!"

The sound of tens of thousands of footsteps was like thunder. He Lusi raised the Marshal's sword and pointed it in the direction of the capital.

All the soldiers followed suit, waving their fists and shouting, transforming into streams that converged into rivers and the sea, about to create a huge wave.

Liaoyang, Shenyang, Tieling, Liaohai, Haizhou, Gaizhou, Fuzhou, Jinzhou, Lushun...

More than ten garrison cities and large and small garrisons in Liaodong rebelled one after another and announced their allegiance to the Beiwei Army.

Within four days, all of Liaodong rebelled.

(End of this chapter)