Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 344 How to use a paragraph to prove that you have played a certain game

When hundreds of riot police gathered, nearly a thousand rioters lost their will to fight under the threat of steel knives and bird guns.

In less than half an hour, the sounds of fighting and shouting on the street gradually subsided.

Hearing a burst of crying and cursing, Lu Zhisen knew that the operation to suppress the rebellion had ended.

Sitting upright in the corridor and glancing around, Lu Zhisen saw rows of dejected prisoners being escorted outside, undergoing careful screening as they passed the door.

The quality of a person's meals can be judged by their teeth, the amount of labor required can be determined by the thick calluses on their hands and feet, and the skin and bruises on their bodies can indicate whether they have been abused.

Although this method of distinguishing between the rich and the poor is crude, it can screen out most of the pampered rentiers.

All slaves and maids who were enslaved by the Bai family were given personal freedom.

Those who dressed in coarse linen clothes and pretended to be slaves, or those who abused their masters' power, would be beaten to show their power.

Upon hearing that they were free, the servants and maids quickly knelt down to express their gratitude to the Red Turban Army.

But there were also some older slaves who cried and hoped to continue serving as slaves of the Red Turban Army.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other old servants broke out in cold sweats and complained in their hearts that the talkative servant deserved to be beaten.

The Red Turban Army has just killed a whole village of Bai people. Countless horrific corpses are lying inside and outside the Bai Mansion, and the smell of blood is still lingering in the air. How dare you make demands on these bloodthirsty soldiers?

For a moment, many timid old servants wet their trouser legs.

"There are actually people begging to be slaves?" The combat player was puzzled.

Players who have worked part-time in grassroots government affairs are more experienced and can tell the truth from the fake at a glance. "These servants have been servants for most of their lives, and their minds are filled with slavery. They have no land to farm, no skills, and no property. If the master family is defeated, these old servants will not be able to do anything else and will starve to death if they are stranded in the countryside."

"Then let's keep it for now and train them one or two cooking skills later."

Dozens of old male and female servants were stunned when they heard this. They thought that the Red Turban Army would be annoyed and kill them all.

After all, a bunch of old guys are the least valuable in society, and killing them with one knife can save precious food.

Unexpectedly, the Red Turban Army, which had been so decisive and murderous before, was actually considering the livelihood of these "lowly slaves".

He is truly an upright official who cares about the people!
A group of Bai family servants were carefully screened, and the mastermind and his accomplices who were about to be taken to the provincial capital were also tied up and their upper bodies were wrapped like dumplings.

After a while, the shouting and killing sounds in the mansion completely disappeared, and only one or two terrifying screams would occasionally erupt.

Lu Zhisen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Even though the air was mixed with the smell of blood, he still felt that the air was much fresher.

After all, suppressing the riot was more satisfying. Being able to uproot the entire Bai family was like finding a stain on the table. Wiping it off thoroughly with a rag made it appear clean and tidy.

More than ten armored soldiers walked into the Bai Mansion with smiles on their faces, followed by hundreds of sword-wielding attendants. "We come here at this time, so it doesn't count as stealing your credit, right?"

Lu Zhisen went up to him enthusiastically, extending his hand to shake his, "Thanks to the arrival of your reinforcements, our brothers' losses have been minimized. Otherwise, at least 25% of our men would have died in the battle..."

"If the NPCs weren't so slow marching, we would have joined you long ago." The leader sighed. "It's just that there aren't enough players. Take our reinforcements, for example, which number several hundred, but players make up less than 10%."

“Once the game is officially optimized, there will be more new players.”

"The Beiwei Army is still the best. They control the vast and sparsely populated Liaodong. They don't need many cadres, they just need to devote themselves to the battle. It seems that they recently sent troops to besiege Jinzhou, right?
Unlike us, who occupy the three prefectures of Deng, Lai, and Qing, with millions of people, all the players' cadres have to be scattered everywhere to supervise tax collection, supervise military training, urge craftsmen to build ships, and connect with North Korean merchant ships to transport grain - there are many things to consider. "

"Fuck you! Our Red Turban Army occupies a larger territory than the Beiwei Army, so you can just be happy. You're called fat, and you're still gasping for breath. The pioneer villages in the New World are truly miserable. They only have a few dozen players left. It's like they're playing a wilderness survival game of 'rebuilding civilization from scratch,' and they have to face attacks from the ever-present 'enemies.'"

“Then reclaiming wasteland in the outer Northeast is like a wasteland in the cold winter. Going to Southeast Asia is like surviving in the tropics…” The speaker touched the back of his head and smiled proudly.

"Hey, what you said makes sense. You've found different ways to play a historical game."

"Of course, I'm the idea king in this area. The boss of this game is willing to hire me as a producer at a high salary after hearing my suggestions!"

The battles to suppress Baijiazhuang were over, but the attendants were seen escorting a group of prisoners to clean the streets.

The captives loaded the bodies onto carts and carried them out of the village. They then brought buckets and brooms to clean up the bloodstains on the ground, leaving no trace of dirt. The servants collected the scattered sticks and swords.

This battle resulted in at least 500 casualties: some were killed by muskets, some were hacked to pieces by swords, some attempted suicide by hanging but failed, and some fell into the pond and drowned...

The captives were busy on the streets, while the players were counting the spoils throughout the village.

Like ants moving house, the players nearly emptied out the Bai family's savings. Gold, silver, jewelry, grain, and vegetables piled up like small hills in front of the Bai residence.

Some people had colorful cloths wrapped around their heads, some carried pieces of dried meat on their shoulders, some were leading donkeys, mules and horses in their right hands, and holding chickens and ducks in their left hands, and some were carrying vases and screens together as they walked out.

Everyone was laughing and comparing the value of their spoils, just like soldiers and bandits robbing the people's property.

Although the players looked like Ming Dynasty troops, Lu Zhisen did not stop them.

He knew that in addition to the "red, yellow and green" rule restrictions, there was also mutual supervision among players.

He looked around and found that some players had raised their right hands and were swiping in the air, as if calling up the operation interface and frantically clicking a button.

He thought to himself that they were indeed a group of idiot players.

When facing foreign enemies together, everyone can take the blame for their brothers, and heroic deeds are nothing to worry about.

But if the foreign enemy is defeated, the player will have to stab his brothers in the back.

Any player who embezzles money or accepts bribes will be banned for several years or even permanently once reported by his fellow players.

The whistleblower can share the merit points and game props of the corrupt official, and can even randomly obtain special props such as exploration coupons and SeSe coupons as system rewards.

Of course, the number of regular reports each player can make is limited.

If the report is true, the number of reports will be added, otherwise the number of reports will be deducted until it reaches 0. Many players have thus fallen into the trap of "fishing enforcement", tricking their friends into accepting bribes so that they can report and reap the benefits.

Some players who were often reported without reason also began to intrigue, pretending to be robbing and embezzling, but in fact they were seizing public property for the legion, in order to crack down on the irritable players who made rash conclusions without understanding the cause and effect.

For example, at this moment, the players who seem to be looting supplies are actually playing the role of "soldiers and bandits", and there are actually deliberately disguised "photographers" around them who are recording the whole process of counting the spoils for them.

The moment they discovered the hidden photographer, the whistleblowers cursed in their hearts, "Damn it, my reporting time has been used up again."

The scene of everyone fighting and competing with each other made it seem like everyone was playing Werewolf.

No one knows whether the other is a werewolf or a good person, but they enjoy betraying their brothers, and the practical interests drive them to monitor each other, thus forming a "whistleblower balance."

After clearing out the entities and spoils, Lu Zhisen exclaimed that the harvest was quite rich, eating up the income of a large family and almost catching up with the annual tax revenue of a county.

This does not include the combined benefits of mansions, shops, workshops, and a stack of IOUs, land deeds, and indentures.

When they thought that their reputation and achievements would also rise, Lu Zhisen and others howled with excitement.

The combat team players wanted to give out silver rewards to all participating soldiers, but were rejected on the spot by the civilian team.

The country has not yet been unified and the war is not over yet. If the army is given the opportunity to reward victory, the financial pressure on the legion will be great.

Of course, the heroes will not be left without any rewards. Just use the food and livestock seized from the Bai family to provide the soldiers with extra meals for half a month.

As soon as the reward was announced, the soldiers cheered, especially the new recruits who were just joining the army, and they were grateful that their families could have more meat to eat.

But while they were happy, a new soldier discovered that the superiors were all gathered in front of the gate of Baijiazhuang Village, with nearly two hundred people forming a tight square formation.

The leading officer, Commander Lu, stood on a high platform made of two stacked wooden boxes, shouting "Look at the Beijing investment" to his superiors behind him, while leaning back at an exaggerated angle, almost breaking his waist and abdomen.

The officers behind Lu Zhisen continued to crowd inward, as if they wanted to crush the fairly tight phalanx into biscuits. Further behind them were the bodies of the officers lying quietly in the carts, as well as hundreds of exhausted prisoners.

"The Qingzhou Law Enforcement Team and the Pingdu Garrison have been here!"

Commander Lu shouted, and all the generals echoed him.

Immediately, the smiling faces and funny expressions of nearly two hundred people froze in an instant, as if their souls had been temporarily taken away by some magical weapon.

With just one "Oh", all the generals and officers scattered like birds and beasts, and divided into groups of three or four to start chatting about this and that.

At this time, some generals were holding piles of thick papers and reciting silently, and then they fainted on the ground as if they had seen a horrifying "horror story", while other generals were not panicked at all and did not think that the sudden fainting of their friendly troops was a big deal.

The series of "extraordinary" behaviors of the superiors shocked the surrendered soldiers and recruits, and they hurriedly asked the middle-level officers beside them what had happened.

This mid-level officer is a veteran who has served in the Beiwei Army for more than a year. Now he has been promoted to the "attendant" rank, and his treatment and vision have been greatly improved.

In front of the newly enlisted soldiers and recruits, the attendant had a kind of "I followed the emperor very early" feeling, and understood the general's special behavior better than the younger generations. His words were full of the pride of a veteran, "You don't understand this, right?"

The servants said that the "dances and music before and after the battle", "the meaningless Amuweipi settlement", and "gathering and looking in the same direction" were actually the generals praying to the gods.

At the same time, they use this funny behavior to commemorate the dead brothers - everyone was optimistic and heroic when they were alive, and they hope that the brothers will not forget to laugh even after they die.

The servants didn't know what god the general believed in. After all, the general believed in several, including "Mynah Bird", "Old Crooked Tree Spirit", "Four Peddlers", "Chicken Scraps Ascension", "True Love Kun Pigeon"...

But he knew one thing: it was because of the gods' protection that the generals were able to win every battle and were fearless of death. That was why the generals were more pious to the gods and often showed an unreasonable side in front of the soldiers and civilians.

As for the occasional fainting by the general regardless of the situation, it may be because he practiced the Book of the Golden Flower too much and it had the opposite effect, and he would faint from time to time due to the disorder of his internal energy.

The martial arts novels serialized in newspapers all say that martial arts heroes will suffer internal injuries due to problems with their internal strength.

As for the claim that practicing this skill will lead to chopping off one's own limbs, this is sheer nonsense and is nothing but malicious slander by corrupt officials and evil gentry!
The servant said that he had bathed with the general and could clearly see the stick between the general's legs.

The reason why the generals did not indulge in alcohol and sex was because they had strict military discipline and were strict with themselves.

Moreover, due to frequent wars and the practice of harmful skills, the casualty rate is extremely high. The generals do not want to create a large number of widows, so they have never married.

Why should such a benevolent general be slandered by insects?
It's fine if the rats spread rumors, but why do you, who have received so much favor from the general, also believe them?!
"Think about it, if it weren't for the purpose of killing all the corrupt officials for you, eradicating the local tyrants and evil gentry, and restoring justice to the world, would it be necessary for a general to practice the Sunflower Manual so diligently?"

The surrendered soldiers and new recruits nodded in agreement, recalling that the general often said "fair, fair, and damn fair".

The generals always lead the charge in battle, and today they went deep into Baijiazhuang to seek justice for a little beggar who had been wronged for many years.

In order to save the people, the general was willing to practice martial arts that harmed his body and even disregarded his own safety. This is so righteous!
And these surrendered soldiers and new recruits actually yelled and screamed because of the general's slightly unusual behavior, and even doubted the general's style. They are simply piece of shit.

"It turns out that generals all have pure hearts!"

"Don't be sad, and don't make it public. The general often says, 'When the work is done, leave, and hide your name and fame.' The general upholds justice and never cares for false reputation." Tears streamed down the attendant's eyes. "Even though they don't ask for anything in return, we cannot forget them. You must all remember this great favor! Obeying the general's orders is the best reward."

"My subordinate understands."

All the soldiers were moved to tears at that moment, and swore in their hearts that they would be loyal to the general until the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

In the future, when I encounter incomprehensible behavior from a general, I will not treat it differently, but appreciate it with a grateful heart.

"Everyone assemble!"

When the general's order came, the soldiers became extremely alert, and the tears in their eyes were like shining stars.

Even the players found it strange that these soldiers seemed to be more energetic than when they went to the battle. They thought that the soldiers were overwhelmed by the news that they could have extra meals for half a month.

Just as Lu Zhisen and others were escorting the prisoners and sending money and food back to their respective homes, the "black material" previously passed on by the offline players was recorded in an online shared document.

As the in-game notification reached all civilian players, the stability maintenance teams in various counties and cities in Shandong dispatched two or three people to go offline to modify this shared document.

(End of this chapter)