Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 38 Kun Fist First Form

"There's an ambush!"

The soldiers in the camp, alarmed by the enemy's ambush, roared, and the enemy's arrows and bullets flew towards them one after another.

The sudden change frightened Mr. Zhao so much that his heart was about to burst. It seemed as if all the blood in his body was pulled back to his heart in an instant, and his hands, feet and limbs were numb and weak due to lack of blood.

The bamboo chair under his butt suddenly sank, and Mr. Zhao fell to the ground before he could react - the servant who was carrying the chair for him turned around and ran back.

Damn servant, how dare you abandon your master!

However, he had no time to hate his servants. The queue of hundreds of people was divided into three parts by a tree trunk that suddenly collapsed in front of the road, and the front, middle and back were not connected.

He happened to be trapped in the middle, unable to escape either forward or backward. The thieves on both sides of the road were like restless monkeys, raising their weapons and shields and roaring in unison.

The bandits were not in a hurry to rush out of the forest. They leaned against the tree trunks and shot arrows and fired guns at the county soldiers on the country road.

The screams from arrows piercing the flesh and the blood splattering on the faces were so terrifying.

The real battlefield turned out to be more cruel and bloody than he had imagined.

Mr. Zhao's eyes widened, and an unprecedented fear enveloped his heart. How could the thieves find out his marching route and set up an ambush here in advance?
Such a meticulous arrangement can only be accomplished by internal and external collaboration!
Master Zhao pushed aside the bamboo chair to use as a shield, and the servants who had received his favor also gathered around him with shields raised to block the arrows for him.

The arrows hit the shield with a thud, and Master Zhao's thoughts collided violently with fear and anxiety.

He subconsciously looked at the traitor, but the man was killed by an arrow in the throat.

If this person really set up a murder trap to lure the enemy into a trap, then what about the other two captives? Did he use his life to serve as a foil for his brother in order to gain his trust?
But it is still wrong to connect these speculations together. Even if the thief was a spy who was hiding undercover, how did he communicate with the friendly forces?
When will the county troop brigade depart? In case of an unexpected change of route, which route will they take? What speed will they take? How many troops will they have?

Mr. Zhao thought to himself that he had been keeping a close eye on this traitor from the beginning to the end, and there was no way that the other party would tip off the enemy!

why!
Why does the thief know his whereabouts so well!
Mr. Zhao felt like he was going to faint. It was the first time he encountered a mysterious thing that could not be explained by decades of life experience.

"The thieves are in the woods, kill them immediately!"

It was the battalion sentry officer with relatively rich combat experience who gave the order in the critical moment. The strong squad and the battalion soldiers hesitated for a moment, then picked up their weapons and rushed towards the mountains and forests on both sides.

However, those militiamen who were poorly equipped and had weak fighting spirit were still standing there at a loss.

Firstly, they were caught in a state of fear and despair of being "ambushed" and could not control themselves. They only wanted to climb over the tree trunks blocking their way to escape from the danger zone.

Secondly, many of their relatives and friends took the food that the beggars robbed from the rich to help the poor, and asked them to attack and kill good people who were known as "knights", and they were very reluctant.

Liu Changsheng, holding a sword and shield, was about to charge forward to engage the county soldiers in battle, but Huang Zilong stopped him, "What's going on? The enemy is about to attack us."

"Don't be in a hurry. Let the arrows and stray bullets fly for a while." Huang Zilong crossed his arms and didn't even draw his sword. He just raised the shield to protect his torso.

"Fly a little longer?"

Liu Changsheng looked ahead with doubt in his heart. Hundreds of county soldiers were rushing towards him, shouting "kill". Just when they were about to kill the player, he suddenly felt empty under his feet. One of his legs seemed to be sucked into the ground, and half of his body was leaning on the ground.

Before the county soldier could react, he felt a sharp piercing pain in the sole of his foot.

"Ahhh!" Then three county soldiers in a row shouted at the top of their lungs, as they were pierced through the soles of their feet by the bamboo nails set in the "tripping pit".

Keep in mind that while these county soldiers were armed, their footwear was extremely basic. The better officers had a pair of military boots, while the rest wore either cloth shoes or straw sandals. Faced with trapped county soldiers, players naturally had to take advantage of their situation, drawing their bows and arrows, loading their guns with powder, and picking off the immobilized soldiers one by one.

Even if the county soldiers in the back row stepped over the backs of their teammates and stepped over the trip pits and traps, they would still be shot down by the continuous rotation of arrows.

In order to prepare for this ambush, whose location was known in advance, half of the players had enough time and carried enough arrows.

"Come and try it!" Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, Huang Zilong handed his brother a bow and arrow.

Liu Changsheng felt comfortable with everything. He took the bow and arrow, and imitated the posture in movies and TV dramas, drew the bow, put the arrow on it, and shot it.

Three consecutive arrows missed the target, either glancing past the enemy and hitting the ground, or hitting the shield with a clanging sound.

"It's okay! The first time I shot archery, I shot five arrows but didn't hit the target." Huang Zilong raised his shield and squatted in front of his brother to provide cover for himself and his old friend.

"Ah ha ha ha, the Gatling gun is coming!" Lu Xiaobu picked up the cardboard Gatling gun, and with his other hand, he held the sparking fire starter and reached for the fuse.

The fuse ignited sparks and flew rapidly towards the firecrackers in the box. With a "kuci" sound, red lotus fires spurted out from the round tube. The scattered fireballs hit the county soldiers so hard that they could not put down their shields.

Although the power of this firework is insignificant, the fireball can still burn the skin the moment it hits the face.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

While laughing crazily, Lu Xiaobu swept around with the Gatling gun, like a god of war standing alone against all odds.

The county soldiers were forced to retreat again and again by the waves of fire from the Gatling fireworks. When the other players heard the continuous sound of the Gatling fireworks, they all cast envious glances.

Huang Zilong laughed beside his friend, "Do you think fighting like this is cool?"

"Cool! So cool! It's like I've come to a new world!" The excited smile on Liu Changsheng's face never stopped.

He drew his bow and arrow again, his fingers relaxed, and the arrow flew out, finally hitting the enemy's lower abdomen. A sense of accomplishment of winning again after experiencing failure arose spontaneously.

He originally thought that an ambush was when the enemy arrived at the ambush circle, his own people would rush over in a large group to surround the enemy and engage in fierce fighting.

Unexpectedly, a few roadblocks, some potholes and traps, plus a continuous torrent of long-range weapons, could kill the enemy without any casualties, and the enemy could not even mobilize decent combat power at this moment.

Even if there are warriors who brave the rain of arrows and cross the pits to fight their way up, they will still encounter veteran players with average to above average combat power in the first row.

"Liu Changsheng" looked at this group of brothers standing in a row, and the shields in their hands were thicker and rounder than those of others.

When the enemy rushed to them, the players holding large shields shouted in unison, and then used the shield as a weapon to swiftly charge at the enemy head-on. With the first strike, they used the shield to push forward, with the second strike, they raised their shoulders to chase and kill, and with the third strike, they pushed their entire bodies forward, like a human-shaped sledgehammer to hit the enemy sideways.

Liu Changsheng was stunned for a moment when he saw this. The familiar side collision and the three consecutive fierce attack rhythm reminded him of a familiar old friend.

"Could this be?" Liu Changsheng turned his head to look at Huang Zilong, his eyes filled with three parts of certainty and seven parts of expectation.

"Yes, this is the long-lost first form of Kunquan, the Iron Mountain Lean!"

"Take my Kun Fist!" Lu Xiaobu threw away the empty fireworks, picked up the shield and steel knife and rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)