Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 343 Don’t Pull, Uncle, I’m Scared

Warm blood sprayed all over his face, and with his low sense of smell, it had a faint fishy and sweet smell.

Lu Zhisen kicked the dying man in the chest. The steel knife half embedded in his shoulder made a dull sound of rubbing against flesh and blood, and streams of blood spurted out, just like a clogged sewer being unblocked in an instant.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the old shrew screaming as if she saw blood, and Bai Siwen, who was originally tied up, was untied by the servants.

Adhering to the idea of ​​catching the leader first, Lu Zhisen shouted and rushed towards Bai Jiawen.

However, the old dog was extremely alert. As soon as the fight started, it quickly retreated behind the servant, so Lu Zhisen only had to knock down one servant.

Fortunately, his teammates around him held back the enemy, otherwise he would have been surrounded by the servants.

Even though Lu Zhisen retreated quickly, he could still feel the clanging sound of the stick and dagger hitting the armor.

"It's useless to give you a chance." Lu Zhi smiled complacently and then spat at the enemy, but missed.

A human wall consisting of four servants stood before them, and the mob behind them was approaching at a rapid speed, putting them in a situation where they were trapped from both sides.

Any other general would be scared and sweating at this moment, and would start to think about surrendering. However, Lu Zhisen was not in a hurry, and the players were so excited that they kept screaming.

"Ohhhh! Let the storm come harder!"

"Oh~ It feels so good! Harder! Oh? Harder!"

“Huh…”

The more some players were attacked by farm tools in the chest and abdomen, the more they screamed, as if this was not a life-and-death battle, but a sensory feast full of fun.

Although Lu Zhisen himself was a madman who longed for a fight, he would naturally kill as many rebels as possible.

"Brothers, form a formation!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, and more than a hundred players formed a square formation like obedient robotic police.

Even though most of them did not carry shields or spears, the players in the outermost circle were the first to use their armored bodies to serve as shields for their teammates.

The mob rushed over with clubs and farm tools and collided with the player.

Lu Zhisen could hear the crisp clanging sounds of iron farm tools hitting armor, and the noisy and chaotic scene of the fight was mixed with shrill screams.

The players fought side by side, killing the enemies. After just a few encounters, more than 20 servants were injured and fell to the ground.

Players would either wield their knives with both hands and slash wildly, or stand shoulder to shoulder with their teammates, mechanically thrusting their steel blades out and then withdrawing them. Blood splattered everywhere, like countless blood-red stamens blooming in mid-air.

"Brother, do you know what is the most dignified way for Hammerman to exit the scene?" Someone raised his arm to block the mob's attack, while swinging his sword to pierce the enemy's belly, pulling back the bloody sword and stabbing it out again.

"I don't know!" another person responded enthusiastically. His high-octave voice sounded like the sound of a trench battle with bullets flying everywhere. Blood mixed with dust splattered like flowers in front of his eyes.

"Even when we were out of ammunition and food, we stood back to back with our comrades, fighting the aliens until we died."

"Then you can't get what you want, because I, the boss, have taken action--" Someone interrupted the atmosphere between the two, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and the white cloth strip on the bottle mouth had been ignited by flames.

"Let's have some fun together, shall we?"

He shouted eagerly and threw the Molotov cocktail into the dense crowd. Then he pulled out a kazoo from his waist and put it in his mouth. While swinging his sword to kill the enemy, he played the theme song of the gaming league.

The servants had no time to "appreciate" the strange fart sound produced by the instrument, because the Molotov cocktail had already exploded into a ball of red lotus fire in the narrow street.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The servants who were stuck in the flames kept yelling and screaming, rolling and moving desperately, and crying for help, but no one could put out the "sticky" flames.

When the fire died down a bit, several players screamed and stepped over the flames, madly hacking at the servants who had hurriedly scattered. "Wow, take my whirlwind!"

A certain unlucky guy stepped into the hottest part of the fire, his legs engulfed in flames, and even the robe on his chest and abdomen was set on fire, but he still had the mind to strike a cool pose, "Oh oh oh! I'm on fire, take a cool photo of me charging forward with my body on fire!"

However, no one paid any attention to this idiot, and instead tried their best to deal with the servants who were closest to them.

Lu Zhisen saw with his own eyes someone swinging a hammer and hitting a servant on the head. The latter's hair bun was mostly dented inward, and blood instantly flowed down his forehead.

The servants and clansmen retreated several steps and did not dare to approach again.

Although the outer "blockade" was torn open in an instant, it still failed to change the situation of the players being surrounded.

Only then did someone realize something was wrong. "What an idiot! Why don't you burn down the Bai family's front door? If we capture the Bai clan leader, we'll win!"

"Oh, I was so excited about killing that I forgot." The brother who was playing music opened his mouth and the kazoo fell.

"Let me go!"

Lu Zhisen turned his head and saw that one of his brothers had blood all over his mouth. It seemed that he had suffered dozens of rounds of attacks with sticks and daggers and had reached the end of his life.

The man threw away his blood-stained double swords and skillfully took out three homemade grenades from his weapon group and tied them together.

He did not make full use of his body and squeeze out every last bit of value. Instead, he just remembered that he also brought grenades when he heard his brother's "instructions". "Brothers, kill the enemy!"

He lit the fuse of the grenade and rushed past Lu Zhisen towards the Bai family servant.

The human walls were like fishing nets that blocked him tightly. He had no choice but to try his best to advance inward, even biting the enemy's arms and ears desperately, as if pulling countless lines to embed into the pit.

With a loud bang, the servants near the center of the explosion fell to the ground, blood and mud flew everywhere, and after a moment they fell like heavy rain. The other servants were also stunned by the shock wave of the explosion.

"So handsome!"

This handsome figure of sacrificing himself bravely was imprinted in the minds of all the brothers, but in the eyes of the Bai family it was the height of madness.

Someone would actually risk their own life just to pave a path forward for their comrades?!
The sacrifice of his teammates was indeed not in vain. Lu Zhisen led dozens of people through the gap and fought forward.

"Close the door quickly!"

The Bai father and son were dumbfounded, and the old shrew was so scared that she quickly retreated into the mansion.

The servants reacted quickly, but the doors opened inwards. Before they could close the doors, they were pushed open by Lu Zhisen and other strong men.

"I told you to close the door!" Lu Zhisen growled.

The steel knife, filled with resentment, chopped down from the air, and a scream was heard in response, and blood oozed from under the servant's body.

Even though the servants outside the house were still fighting, the servants inside the house scattered in an instant, some even kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

If there are no sticks or weapons at their feet, the player orders them to lie on the ground and wait for punishment. If they are armed, needless to say, they will be killed regardless of whether they fight or surrender.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!" The players who were red-eyed with killing intent were hunting everywhere, and the sounds of screams and pleas for mercy could be heard everywhere.

Some players climbed onto the rooftops, cursing and yelling at the Bai family members below, kicking the tiles all over the house like naughty children who were always trying to cause trouble. Others pinned the servants down and vented their anger with punch after punch.

Some people went in groups of three or four, dragging their spared slaves to take photos of the Bai family's wing.

There were also people who broke into the Bai family's house and rummaged through the drawers, completely forgetting that they were engaged in a life-and-death fight. If their brothers reminded them, they would defend themselves by saying that this was a "bad habit" acquired from playing adventure games, and they could not control their rummaging hands.

The moment Lu Zhisen entered the door, he saw the old shrew's back disappearing around the corner of the corridor and hurriedly chased after her.

This shrew was actually still running away slowly in the corridor.

"Where are you going!" Lu Zhisen kicked the old shrew, and she immediately fell forward.

She turned around and looked at Lu Zhisen with horror, her face covered with sweat, tears and makeup, like a few dirty graffiti.

"Rare..."

Before Mrs. Bai could even finish her plea for mercy, Lu Zhisen's large hands clamped her mouth and chin. "You're such a chatterbox, you've been babbling for ages right in front of the door! You've spoiled your young master into a scumbag, a giant baby. You've brought disaster to so many decent women!"

Just as Lu Zhisen was about to kill the old woman with a knife, he suddenly heard the sound of someone falling into the pond, and an idea immediately came to his mind.

He grabbed the old woman's long hair like a mop and walked to the edge of the pond, where she was still stirring the air with her big mouth.

"Shut up!" Lu Zhisen kicked the shrew into the pond, and only heard bursts of intense cries for help.

He sat leisurely in a corner of the rockery, reciting the countdown in his mouth, and started again after reciting ten times.
Only after the shrew sank completely to the bottom of the pool did he feel relieved and stood up. Like a waiter, he shouted at the pond, "A seat at the bottom of the pool!"

Lu Zhisen let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard the sound of three consecutive arrows exploding outside.

He knew it as soon as he heard the familiar sound.

Brothers, reinforcements are coming!

Even though Lu Zhisen was not afraid of the mob outdoors, it would be a good thing if he could save one of his brothers from dying in battle.

"Hurry up!"

The player officer led three or four hundred attendants and surrendered soldiers into Baijiazhuang. Along the way, they could see the bodies of the mob killed by the gatekeeper players.

"Brothers, we are here!" The officer raised his sword and ordered the musketeers to form two rows of human walls, with the front row kneeling on one knee and the back row standing straight.

Hundreds of rioters crowded the streets outside the Bai Mansion. When they saw the Red Turban Army reinforcements arriving, they immediately called their friends and changed direction.

"The Red Turban Bandits' soldiers!" A mob shouted, holding up bamboo spears and sticks, and walked towards the soldiers in a scattered manner.

The leading player shouted, "Drop your weapons and surrender!" to save your lives.

However, this group of rioters seemed to be accustomed to large-scale fights and did not take the reinforcements in front of them seriously at all.

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!" The leader turned around and shouted, "Everyone, get ready!"

The soldiers were not as brave as the players, and they couldn't help but tremble when faced with the mobs that were multiplied by the numbers, but they did not hesitate under the players' command.

When the mob entered the range of the bird guns, the leader immediately clenched his sword and chopped it down, "First row, fire!"

Before the mob could react, dozens of bird guns had already pulled the trigger and fired in unison. The people in the front row of the mob fell to the ground with their heads raised like wheat being cut, and blood-red roses exploded on their chests like rain. The mob that was still advancing behind them immediately became violently agitated.

Before the mob realized what was happening, the leader's command to the second platoon sounded, "Fire!"

Dozens of muskets roared again, and more than twenty people fell to the ground.

Although the two rounds of volleys of bird gun fire only caused dozens of casualties, they deprived the morale of the mob in a short period of time.

The mobs can engage in close combat with the player, slowly reducing their manpower. They may not feel defeated for a while, but the casualties they suffer in an instant are like a hammer hitting them on the back of the head.

The reason why they hadn't completely collapsed was that they were frightened by the almost massacre-like volley and hadn't recovered yet.

"Draw your sword and charge!"

The players brandished their command knives and charged forward, while hundreds of musketeers, swordsmen, and axemen pressed forward with their swords tightly grasped.

Faced with lethal weapons that far exceeded their endurance, this mob collapsed at the first touch.

The fleeing mob broke through their own ranks, many people pushed and crowded each other, trampled on each other, and cried out loudly.

The addition of hundreds of reinforcements instantly reversed the 280-200 battle situation into a one-sided crushing victory, and the players who were originally blocking the gate of Bai Mansion were also "liberated".

Everyone worked together to hunt down the rebels inside and outside Baijiazhuang and the mansion. Any armed servants or members of the Bai family would be hacked to death. Even if they laid down their weapons and surrendered, they would be given a "fighting feast" where they could almost be beaten to death.

At the same time, a search was also underway inside the house.

The young master of the Bai family hid under the bed, trembling with fear. He had completely lost the courage to abuse his concubine. He stared at the figure who broke into the house, not daring to breathe.

Several strong men rushed into his house and saw his concubine but did not rape her. Instead, they comforted her and said that they knew that the scumbag young master of the Bai family had abused several young girls.

These strong men quickly took the concubine away, and after looking around and finding no one else, they slowly retreated.

Bai Siwen thought to himself that it was a close call. Fortunately, he escaped into the house before the concubine, so he was not discovered hiding under the bed by the concubine.

Just when he thought he had escaped, two hideous faces suddenly poked their heads out from under the bed, like a cat stuffing its large face into a narrow mouse hole. "Master Bai is here!"

"Ahhhh!" Bai Siwen was so scared that he let out a terrifying squeal, and was then dragged out by two muscular men.

It would be too easy to kill this guy with one blow, so the player swung his iron fist and gave him a full body massage, and then tortured him again when he was taken back.

A family should always be together. Bai Jiawen and the young master were originally packing their valuables in the house and preparing to escape through the tunnel, but they took too long to pack and were caught by the players.

The young master was stabbed to death on the spot by the player, and Master Bai could only watch helplessly as his beloved son died in a pool of blood, while he himself was severely beaten.

The Bai family's housekeeper and trusted servants were not in any better condition.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the old butler asked to switch sides and join the gang on the spot, saying that he knew all the secrets of the master. As a result, he was beaten black and blue by the player and had to tell the player everything he knew.

"As expected of the worm in Master Bai's stomach, you know the place for this kind of thing!"

The player followed the instructions and opened a secret compartment, which contained a stack of account books, deeds, and several stacks of thick paper.

Especially the pile of thick papers, which actually recorded the black materials and handles of many gentry. Most of them were enough for the players to confiscate their property and exterminate their families, and many victims of the bloody incidents had already died.

"Great! With these things, we can wipe out a few more wealthy families!"

(End of this chapter)