Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 33 This is part of the plan
The news that the Beggars' Army had caused chaos in the county government office quickly spread throughout the city. By the time reinforcements arrived at the county government office, the surrounding streets and alleys, and the rooftops of tall buildings were already filled with onlookers.

Hundreds of county soldiers and militiamen surrounded the county government office, fully equipped with bows and arrows and muskets.

The clerk who managed to escape from the county government office hid behind the soldiers and shouted, claiming that he would tear all the thieves to pieces with his bare hands.

"Get out of here, everyone!"

The soldiers with knives drove away the onlookers, but when they returned to their respective positions, the people also tiptoed back to their previous positions.

"Why don't you go in and kill the bandits quickly?"

The Dianshi arrived late, sweating profusely, followed by hundreds of constables and hangers-on.

Faced with the questioning of the Dianshi master, the soldiers in the small battalion, without the support of their immediate superior, did not dare to turn their heads away. However, the leader of the Zhaojiajiayong army did not give them any face at all.

"The thieves have captured the yamen official and are threatening him, and they're also asking us to prepare a carriage for their escape."

"What are you talking about with the thief?"

The Dianshi was both anxious and angry. His brother-in-law's family was almost wiped out, and his wife cried in front of him all day long, asking him to avenge her family.

Right now, thieves are causing trouble and killing people in his jurisdiction again. The new and old grudges combined are driving him crazy.

He was about to lead the charge, but was stopped by the militia leader, "If the master dies because of you and me, and the higher-ups blame us, can you bear the responsibility?"

"The master was captured?"

The Dianshi felt as if he had been struck on the head, and the anger in his head was reduced by seven points.

Standing in front of the screen wall and looking through the archway at the gate, the registrar saw a group of blood-soaked thieves who had locked the necks of several yamen officials with the tips of their cold knives pressed against their necks.

The several tied-up clerks trembled and cried for help from time to time.

However, the appearance of several county magistrates, county magistrates and other chief officials was particularly strange. They looked like they had been knocked unconscious, with their whole bodies leaning in the arms of the thieves, and their heads fell on the thieves' shoulders as if due to muscle weakness.

"What else does a thief want?"

"They want another ten thousand taels of silver."

"Ten thousand taels of silver?"

The Dianshi thought that these thieves had a really big appetite. He had not even made ten thousand taels of silver in the past few years, yet they asked for ten thousand.

The registrar turned around and saw several carriages approaching. He asked the militia leader in disbelief, "Are you really going to give them carriages and silver?"

"No, this is just a delaying tactic. The thieves are all in the corridor. I will send someone to climb the wall into the inner courtyard and attack them from behind through the ceremonial gate."

"Good!" The registrar could not help but look at the militia leader with admiration. He was indeed a veteran who had wiped out the remnants of the rebels several times and had rich practical experience.

As the militia soldiers who climbed over the wall into the courtyard formed a large group, a flare suddenly rose into the air.

"It's now!"

The militia leader immediately ordered a general attack, and hundreds of people rushed into the gate. The thieves, who were already few in number, were now surrounded.

"Blood flows like a river, and flowers fill the world!"

The thieves laughed crazily upon seeing this, and immediately killed the surviving clerks. As for the county magistrate and the county magistrate, they were all dead already.

Boss Zhao, feeling cheated, flew into a rage. He didn't care about being held accountable and swung his knife downwards, "Kill them!"

A moment later, Chief Zhao suddenly added another instruction, "Catch some tongues!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thief threw out a black ball.

Chief Zhao felt that something was wrong. According to the witnesses in the restaurant, it seemed that such an object exploded on the second floor with a shocking noise, and the Zhao family slaves who died on the second floor were most likely injured in the ears by this "specially made" thing by the thieves.

In the blink of an eye, the moment he turned around and lunged backwards, the black ball exploded.

However, the black ball did not explode violently as expected, but instead exploded with a puff sound like a fart.

Could it be a dud? "Kill the thieves!" the Dianshi's shout of killing came from the side, followed by the sound of vomiting.

Could it be?

The militia leader also smelled an indescribable smell, which became stronger and more complex. As the essence of the smell came over him, the militia leader could no longer bear it and vomited everything in his stomach with a "wow".

This turned out to be a specially made "stink bomb"!
The smell is like an old lady's foot binding that was soaked in a coffin for 49 days, then taken out and wrapped in rotten egg liquid, and then boiled with durian for a day. The smell is so bad that the kids next door can cry.

"vomit!"

Violent vomiting sounds rang out one after another, and even the bravest militiamen could not withstand this "biochemical attack." Even if they covered their mouths and noses and held their breath, the stubborn stench would seep into their nasal cavity.

The militia, who originally had an advantage in strength, suddenly lost most of their combat effectiveness.

However, this extremely strong stench, to a group of players whose sense of smell is reduced to the lowest level, is actually a faint fragrance.

"A blessing in disguise, and a grenade explosion, but who knows if it smells good or bad?"

The remaining players used the power of Dachou to kill the powerful enemies again. Some of them used the long-lost "Dual Sword Style", as if turning into a battle top and madly cutting the enemies around them. Other players also showed their magical powers and almost defeated the county armed forces that had no power to resist.

Unfortunately, the number of remaining players was too small, and they had consumed too much energy in the previous battle at the county government office. In the end, they were defeated by enemies that were dozens of times more energetic than them.

The remaining players were all captured, with only one person still resisting with blood all over his head.

This person has a bulging chest, like a strong woman dressed as a man, but her face full of flesh does not look like a woman dressed as a man.

"You're not afraid of death even when it's imminent. You're a real man. As long as you tell me the list of beggar thieves and their hiding places, I'll spare your life."

The militia leader spat, but he still felt that his body smelled bad and he could smell that familiar and horrible smell.

"No!"

"What advice do you have, Mr. Dianshi?"

"You've caught enough tongues. Leave this to me. I want revenge!" The old censor was so irritated by the stench that he vomited acid water and failed to make it to the life-and-death battle.

"Dianshi?" The thief, his body covered in blood, his blade smeared with flesh and mud, suddenly spoke. He reached into his belt with his left hand and pulled out a small wooden stick. "Are you the Dianshi of the mall whose wife's family was wiped out by us?"

"You thief! I'll kill you!"

The Dianshi's intense emotional reaction confirmed his identity. The thief raised an exaggerated arc at the corner of his mouth, and he bit the small wooden stick open. Suddenly, a bright spark lit up at the top of the stick. It turned out to be a fire starter.

The thief paused for a moment with the fire stick in his arms, then burst into crazy laughter and rushed towards the oncoming official, "Hahahahahahaha, I want to take the little boss's head too!"

"Bo Si?" The local militia didn't understand what this meant, and they saw the registrar and the thief complete a simple fight face to face.

The Dianshi, who was blessed with anger, was obviously better at using a knife. He knocked the thief's weapon away with one blow, and then twisted the direction of the knife tip and stabbed it into the thief's belly.

"Brother Zhengyuan, I have avenged you!" The Dianshi still felt unsatisfied, so he gripped the knife handle tightly and rotated it repeatedly, just to cause more pain to the thief.

Unexpectedly, the thief did not dodge or evade, but instead stepped forward, causing the tip of the knife to penetrate his body and even stab out from behind.

"I got you..." The thief stretched out his arms like iron clamps and tightly grasped the registrar's waist.

The latter didn't know what was happening and hurriedly shouted to the people around him, "Come over and help, pull him away!"

The detectives stepped forward in response, and the militia leader also subconsciously took a few steps forward.

Suddenly, the official saw the thief's clothes were on fire, and the flames spread outwards, leaving a gap so that people could clearly see what was hidden in his arms.

It turned out to be two grenades tied together with a rope!

Stink bomb?
With a loud bang, the two people who were passively connected were knocked over by the huge force, and the broken fragments flew indiscriminately. A few of them happened to hit the militia leader, who subconsciously raised his right hand to protect his face.

"Ahhhhhhhh! My right hand! My right hand!"

(End of this chapter)