Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 354 Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
"Is this the main force of the government army? Being suppressed like this by a small detachment of ours is nothing special... Haha..."

Hearing the constant ridicule, "Guo Ziyi" stared at the wall. No one dared to stand up straight. Only crossbows and muskets were raised above their heads and fired randomly.

Guo Ziyi couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He thought of Uncle Hei's faith shooting method. Although the posture was vulgar, it could always save his life.

Guo Ziyi noticed that a firing hole had gone from bright to dark. Just as he was about to raise his gun to fire, he heard a voice reminding him, "I, I'll do it."

This man, known as "Rurouni", was originally a lone wolf player wandering around Shandong. He killed no less than fifty bandits and bullies with his sword, earning the reputation of "North China Hero". He recently joined the Red Turban Army's strategy team.

Guo Ziyi knew that the other party was an expert with cold weapons, but he was not good at speaking and only spoke one or two short words each time.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he licked the fingers of his left hand, raised it in the air to feel the wind direction and strength, and then carefully adjusted the sight.

If someone were watching nearby, they would notice that the musket in the Rurouni's hand was tilted upwards.

Once he enters a state of full concentration, Rurouni exudes a cool aura that keeps strangers away.

There was a loud snap and a scream came from the top of the wall, but when it reached Guo Ziyi's ears, it had turned into a muffled groan of normal volume.

Guo Ziyi was slightly stunned, finding it hard to believe that the bullet was fired from his brother's gun.

Firing a gun from a long distance is like shooting an arrow. In theory, it can kill the enemy accurately, but theory is just theory, and there are very few masters who can actually put it into practice.

Not only is this Rurouni good with cold weapons, but he's also so strong with hot weapons that he can even shoot through such a small shooting hole?
A sense of admiration arose spontaneously as if a strong man was right next to me, and Guo Ziyi suddenly felt that his "cavalry combat command" had become dim.

Is this guy a rich second-generation who spends 24 hours in a high-end gaming cabin honing his combat skills to the max?

Or is he a congenital killer saint in reality, who thrives in the game and proves his innate talent?
The wanderer closed his eyes and shook his head, as if sniffing the air. "The sound of birds singing... I heard it..."

After hearing this, Guo Ziyi listened carefully and indeed heard a faint bird call, as if the bird was saying "cuckoo, cuckoo".

The rhythm and timbre of the bird's cry were clearly the whistle used to convey information between teams when voice commands were unavailable, and it was the kind that symbolized urgency.

"stop!"

Guo Ziyi immediately called out to everyone, and more than 200 players gradually stopped shooting and cast puzzled glances at him, as if they had not yet had enough fun in the competition of shooting at the city wall.

Could it be that the officers and soldiers sent out cavalry to surround them?

Guo Ziyi looked around through the telescope, but found no signs of soldiers leaving the city, nor were there any signs of smoke and dust rolling on the left and right wings.

Just when he was confused, the wanderer suddenly pointed at the wall and said, "Look..."

Seeing several "wooden beehives" peeking through the parapet, Guo Ziyi immediately yelled, "Retreat! It's a swarm of bees!"

The moment the rocket ignited, the players galloped on their horses.

Hundreds of flaming arrows wrapped in white smoke flew out, as if stars were falling from the sky.

Even though Guo Ziyi and others rushed forward at the first moment, there were still some unlucky guys whose armor was pierced by rockets, which penetrated three inches into their flesh.

By the time they retreated to a safe position several hundred steps away, 10% of the soldiers had arrows stuck in their backs and thighs. Even more unlucky was a "Guiyi Army" player with snow-white hair, who had seven arrows stuck in his back.

However, this person is quite optimistic. As long as he doesn't die, he will play to death.

He seemed to have added a cool piece of fashion, shaking the arrow to show off to his brothers. His head tilted back almost to the sky, and the blood oozing from the wound left several bloodstains on his waist and hips. "Look, look, I've been hit by seven arrows and I'm still alive..."

As soon as the white-haired young man finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew over.

A black shadow, imperceptible to the naked eye, pierced through his horse's head.

The warhorse fell sideways, pressing him down with it. Because his backward posture was very standard, the moment he fell to the ground, the arrow that pierced his skin and flesh continued to penetrate several inches into his internal organs.

"There is a loyal lone person in the northwest!" The white-haired man vomited a pool of blood, then tilted his head and died.

The other players were all stunned when they saw this, and it was only after a moment that the roar of a shell being fired was heard.

"It's artillery! Retreat!"

Guo Ziyi's orders continued to echo, and the players galloped on their horses with laughter, occasionally making baboon-like howls, as if they were avoiding a beautiful NPC escaping from a secret room, feeling both surprised and delighted.

The other part of the players stopped running after a while, chose to dismount halfway, patted the horse's butt to drive it away, and waited for their teammates to gather them up.

Reining his horse in a safe position, Guo Ziyi looked incredulously at the fifty or so madmen who had resolutely dismounted. For a moment, he had no idea what they were up to. "What the hell are you doing?"

Li Xin drew his sword and thrust it into his heel, as if setting a deadline for himself. "Dozens of office workers rushing to the subway are suddenly drawn into a life-or-death game. Only by dodging ten artillery shells within a limited range can they claim a ten-million-dollar prize and return to reality..."

"This is a Ming Dynasty game you can quit at any time. There's no such thing as a life-or-death game!" Guo Ziyi complained, "You guys are just courting death, right?"

He suddenly felt that he was too serious in his daily life and often couldn't keep up with the thought processes of the silly players.

When these people are walking on the street, they will suddenly set themselves the setting that "stepping on the gap between the bricks will kill them", and then they will step on the brick surface one by one, and finally complete the game and cheer to themselves secretly.

This is probably what a real gamer is.

The "Rurouni" standing by raised his hand and used the jump-eye method to measure the distance, comparing his relative distance to Li Xin.

"They were about nine hundred meters away from the Red Cannon... The initial velocity of the Red Cannon shell was about three to four hundred meters per second. They saw the muzzle smoke and had two and a half seconds to react. This wasn't a suicidal act, but a game with winners and losers!"

Guo Ziyi turned his head to look at Langke, as if he found that the introverted boy suddenly started telling dirty jokes, and was so shocked that he could hardly keep silent.

He thought to himself, this kid speaks very fluently when it comes to hardcore information like this!
And how did you determine that this cannon was a Red Cannon? Couldn't it be some kind of Shenwei Dajiangjun Cannon?

As if sensing Guo Ziyi's inner complaints, Langke continued to explain, "Tang Guiyi was just killed by a cannonball. The cannonball's sound was only half a second behind the cannonball, indicating the cannonball was traveling slightly faster than the speed of sound. The iron quality of various cannons in the late Ming Dynasty was relatively poor, and only the twelve-pound red cannon met this standard. European twelve-pound cannons of the same period had a muzzle velocity of four to five hundred meters per second..."

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Guo Ziyi was immediately shocked. How could this guy even know this kind of knowledge? Are you one of those hardcore ruthless people who read papers even when playing games?

"Everyone, take your positions!" Dozens of game players dispersed like a loose fence.

It was like a post-game cheerleading dance, only with buttocks sticking out, middle fingers raised, taunting the defenders, and trying to provoke a fan fight. Li Xin took off his helmet, revealing his handsome short braids, and then threw the helmet back, "Well, then, let the game begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his brother beside him excitedly shouted, "That's a famous line from No Game No Life..."

"Look at the wall!"

Before Li Xin's reminder reached his teammates' minds, two and a half seconds had already passed, and several shells erupted from the wall and came rushing towards them at a rapid speed.

Li Xin suddenly felt a strong wind passing by him, and the sticky sound of "pa ji" was like a mop soaked in water hitting the ground, and then a strong smell of blood filled his nose.

He turned his head and saw that the silly boy in the second dimension had suddenly become several heads shorter. It turned out that his legs were broken by the artillery shells and he was kneeling on the ground with twisted and broken knees.

"I lost, Li Xin. The future of the players is in your hands. You must lead everyone to escape the death game alive! Uh..." After the brother with a broken leg said this, he also made a funny sound effect of dying.

"Don't worry, the hero of the game of life and death will always be blessed by the protagonist's halo!" Li Xin didn't even turn his head, staring at the black muzzle of the gun on the wall. The blurred static scene seemed like a patina picture that had been forwarded hundreds of times.

Suddenly, several streams of white smoke emanated from the blurry distant scene. Unable to see the trajectory, Li Xin could only take a big step to the left based on his feeling.

The bouncing shells were like the figure of the King of Hell, passing directly by Li Xin's side.

A thrill of almost being hit shot through Li Xin's chest, and he suddenly remembered the time when he played shooting games and jumped back and forth in front of the sniper.

Some people were lucky enough to avoid the solid bullets, while others caught the shells themselves and were shot through the stomach as soon as they jumped up.

"Ahhhh!" The person who was shot had his pain sensitivity adjusted to the lowest level, but he still let out a dry scream. Even the new voice actors who had just entered the industry could scream better than him.

Seeing that less than half of the candidates had been eliminated in the first round, Li Xin hurriedly moved forward more than a hundred steps, increasing the difficulty. "Two and a half seconds is too easy, he needs one and a half seconds!"

In the gap between reloading the shells, Li Xin turned his head and looked back. All the surviving players followed him, and there were even dozens of brothers in the safe zone who joined this life-and-death game together.

As the team leader, Li Xin heard Guo Ziyi's voice echoing in the command system, "You all are going to die, right? No, why are you messing around with them, Langke...", and then he heard Guo Ziyi say, "Make way, give me a position too."

"Hahaha!" Li Xin couldn't help but laugh like a pig. He didn't expect that Guo Ziyi with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also do something stupid.

Li Xin turned his head and saw white smoke coming out of the new artillery, and thought to himself that he should jump to the right this time.

As a result, he had just taken half a step when he felt his right hand was empty. A slight pain came from his right arm, and his back was also slightly itchy from the splashing mud...

He looked closely and saw that his right arm, which had been intact, had fallen a few steps behind him. "My right hand is gone..."

The vitality in his body quickly drained away, and Li Xin trembled and fell to the ground, his intact left arm pointing to the sky. "In this life, I have experienced many hardships and died miserably. In the next life, I will be reborn and take back everything that belongs to me! The 29th old player, Li Xin, is reborn!"

The moment his left arm dropped, the attendant behind him screamed, "General Li!"

Zhao Erhu had just gathered the retreating war horses and handed them over to the captain for management when he saw General Li being hit by a cannonball.

This is the instructor who has high expectations of him during training!

He wanted to rush forward to save Li Xin. With his superb medical skills, he might even be able to save General Li. But the captain of the aides stopped him, saying, "You're confused! With the enemy at our doorstep and arrows and cannons flying everywhere, how many lives do you have left to lose?"

"Generals and generals dared to take risks and attack the city, so why can't I?" Zhao Erhu's eyes were filled with tears. "Instructor Li told me to fight bravely, not to be a coward!"

Tears welled up in his eyes. The captain of the aides advised, "The main force of the government army is stationed here. How can we capture the city with only a thousand soldiers? You will die if you go."

"General Li, Deputy Commander Guo, General Luo, and Captain Zhou are all at the front lines! Are they also going to die?"

The captain of the aides shook his head, a look of sadness on his face, "No, it's not. The generals are wasting the government troops' artillery shells and arrows!"
If this swarm of red-haired cannons were to fall on our main force, how many people would be killed? Do you understand? A single bombardment would injure or kill at least a dozen people!
The imperial court is too big, controlling the money and grain of dozens of provinces. Although we have created the situation of three prefectures, our Red Turban Army is still too weak to withstand the vast power of the imperial court.

The generals were well aware that the court's baggage and warehouses were in disarray, so they wanted to provoke them and force them to consume ammunition and arrows.

If we consume a hundred shells from the Red Cannon, the officers and soldiers will have a hundred fewer shells in reserve, which will be difficult to replenish in a hurry, and a thousand of our brothers will be spared from death!"

The captain of the aides stood in the stirrups, took out the telescope given by the generals and handed it to Erhu, "Look, look at the general jumping back and forth."

"Are they laughing?" Zhao Erhu was stunned, and the tears that slid down his face gathered at his chin.

"Yes, they must have known that their own lives could save ten or twenty lives, and that their brothers in the main army could survive even more, so they were smiling. They knew we would survive and pass on their courage and wisdom, and they knew they would leave no regrets.

Even if they are blown into pieces by artillery shells, their heroic spirits will float in the air to accompany us and bless us!
Remember, someone said that they heard the voice of the late General Zhang at the execution ground in Liaoyang. He said, "Goodbye, brothers. See you in the rivers and lakes..."

General Zhang and the other generals will always watch us hold high the banner of the Iron Fist and seize the whole world!
They are always like this, facing death with a smile, because the courage of laughter makes them not afraid of the horror of death..."

As the captain of the attendants spoke, his voice began to tremble and his facial expression began to shake violently. He suppressed his sadness and swallowed the bitter fruit of longing and pity.

The generals considered the lives of their subordinates and the lives of the common people, but never considered their own lives.

Zhao Erhu's face was already covered in tears, and he tried his best to suppress his crying.

"Clean up your face and sing a song that the commanders will like. Let them know that we always remember their kindness. We are not reckless men, nor are we cowards. We will obey all the commanders' orders!"

A slow version of "Walking in the Wind at Night" was sung.

The captain of the attendants, Zhao Erhu, as well as all the attendants and new recruits, went from being shocked and confused by the marshals' self-destruction, to their previous regret and sadness, and then to the look of determination at this moment.

They seemed to have grown a lot in the blink of an eye.

"How can it be a snowy night in Bashan?"

The loud chorus aroused the desire to perform among the players on the front line.

Everyone was kind of being silly on their own, but then someone gave them a stirring war song, forcing them to get serious and fight even harder, and even become more excited about dying.

Without the threat of the Thunder Gun, Yang Wenyue and other civil and military officials dared to stick their heads out to watch, and witnessed the whole process at once.

The bandits in front were jumping and twisting their bodies, while those behind were singing in unison. Were they fighting, or were they deliberately mocking the officers and soldiers?

(End of this chapter)