Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 40: He who knows the current affairs is a hero
The battalion sentry officer organized the battalion's best squad to launch two counterattacks, but they were still defeated by the beggars.

Seeing that the army's formation was becoming increasingly disorganized, the battalion sentry realized that the situation was hopeless and ran to the rear with his back hunched.

A player climbed to the top of the roadblock, holding the still-bleeding head in his hand, and roared loudly, "The Zhao thief is dead, why don't you surrender quickly!"

The county soldiers, who were already in a state of collapse, were struck by this tragic news as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer. Many of them dropped their weapons and shields and turned and ran away.

"Master Zhao is dead."

"Ahhhhhh! Run! Run!"

"Our army is defeated, our army is defeated!"

"Those who surrender will be spared, those who resist will be killed!"

As the "Beggar Army" gave the final guarantee, the plague of failure spread rapidly on the battlefield, and the county soldiers who broke through the siege suffered a major defeat in an instant.

They scrambled to climb tree trunks to block the way, fled into the mountains to escape, or knelt on the ground with their knees weak and begged for mercy.

The defeated county soldiers abandoned their weapons, shields, muskets, bows and arrows, and even their straw sandals and cloth sandals.

The county soldiers fled at a very fast speed, much faster than a frightened rabbit. Even if the players tried their best to intercept them, they could only barely block a part of them.

"Put down your weapon, put your head in your hands and squat down!"

The loud-voiced beggars kept shouting words of surrender. Many county soldiers and militiamen were already heartbroken and exhausted. They simply made up their minds, squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads, and handed their lives to the "heroes" to decide.

Hundreds of defeated soldiers squatted on the ground, with their personal weapons and protective gear piled at their feet. From time to time, someone walked by and picked up the weapons on the ground.

The victorious player begins their joyful looting time, first searching the pockets of the dead, looking for copper coins, small silver coins, knives, grain bags, machetes, spears, crossbows, muskets...

Lu Xiaobu was having a great time picking up things on the ground. He took away helmets, boots, and even took out a few dried plums from the ration bag of a surrendered soldier. They tasted dry and not moist at all.

What surprised him was a dead body next to the surrendered soldier - the man was wearing half chain mail and was probably a junior officer or something.

"Come, give me a hand." Lu Xiaobu called the squatting surrendered soldiers to come over, and together they stripped the chain mail off the dead body, and then he couldn't wait to put the chain mail on himself.

He turned around on the spot and shook himself, only to feel a heavy object pressing down on his upper body. The weight of this object was actually heavier than he had imagined.

In this battle, the bodies of the county soldiers lying on the ground exceeded half of the total force, but the player, acting unintentionally, caught the county soldiers off guard with a series of small props, and the total casualties were only 15%.

Wu Litou, sweating profusely, looked around. The corpses scattered across the ground were the masterpieces of their battle. It was rare to see a small force defeat a large one, but they had done it.

A sense of pride that he was also a veteran of fierce battles went straight into his chest, and his whole body became hot. Wu Li raised his hand to wipe the stains on his face and exhaled.

He, a "cowardly lizard" who only knew how to get assists, finally killed an enemy with his own hands and completed a solo kill.

"Oh, everyone seems to be still alive." Zhang Xianzhong was holding five knives of various shapes in his arms, and two muskets like toilet pegs were hanging on his belt.

"Finally won. It wasn't easy."

Wu Litou took off the bamboo tube from behind his waist, took a big drink, and then poured it all over his head to cool himself down.

Potou came over with a blood-stained Miao Dao in his hand, leaning against a fallen tree, and said:

"We only took about 10% casualties, but we killed half the enemy and captured several hundred. That kind of loss ratio, in a Total War game, would be considered a top-tier epic victory."

"Of course. We don't have many decent sets of armor, and we rely entirely on small shields to hold on." Zhang Xianzhong gathered the equipment in his hands. "If we were all equipped with Ming armor or cloth armor, we could cut down even 3,000 regular troops, not to mention the mere 800 county soldiers... By the way, where is Zilong? I just heard him shouting."

"He probably died in battle, right?"

The "Huang Zilong" mentioned by the two men did not die in the battle. He returned to the body of his brother with the head of Master Zhao.

He placed the enemy's head on his brother's chest, pressed it with both hands, and muttered something, just like a monk performing a ritual to pray for the dead.

He gazed thoughtfully into the distance, his eyes revealing the emptiness and confusion left by the intense slaughter. As the camera gradually zoomed out, a butterfly fluttered and danced high in the sky...

"Cut!" Lu Xiaobu pretended that the scabbard and waist knife were movie checkboards, and they made a crisp sound when they hit each other up and down.

The complex emotions lingering on Huang Zilong's face instantly subsided, and his desire to perform was swept away, turning into a knowing smile when he saw the sand sculpture.

He saw the large and small cloth bags wrapped around Lu Xiaobu's waist and said in shock, "You've collected a lot of goodies, even chain mail. Damn! Whoever sees it gets a share, give me some!"

"What are you doing~ Ouch~" Lu Xiaobu picked up a large bag and handed it over. "Just consider it a reward for your superb acting skills. You just looked like you had won the war, but you also looked sad and empty after losing your comrades. Tsk tsk..."

Lu Xiaobu paused, then forced out the shocked expression of a famous director, pointing his finger repeatedly, and added in a mature tone, "This is the veteran actor."

"Hahaha, your brother's acting skills are not exaggerated. The scene just now ranks in the top five of my top ten scenes I want to act in—" Huang Zilong opened the bag and took a look. "If these real post-war scenes could be made into a movie, I think the audience would shout that it is the revival of Chinese films."

"I also have a list of ten lines I want to say the most. Number three is..."

"Sorry, I don't want to hear it." Huang Zilong covered his ears and ran away. "Fuck! You have no moral integrity! I have to tell you something today, don't run away!"

Everyone was collecting the spoils, and the next thing to deal with was what to do with the remaining hundreds of prisoners.

According to the war-crazy player, as long as all the enemies are killed, even if they are merciful, they will use three-in-one attacks to scare them away before recruiting the surrendered soldiers.

However, the vast majority of players only want to obey the "main quest". If the quest tells them to kill, they will kill. If the quest doesn't have any rewards, they won't even bother to take a second look.

The main task is to defeat the main armed forces in the county, and the core is to eliminate the county soldiers' organization.

At present, the county soldiers are either dead, escaped, or surrendered, and the organization is almost completely destroyed. This is considered to be the completion of the main task. Everyone is waiting to get the reward, and some people are thinking about whether there will be an MVP selection this time.

Suddenly, there was a soft ding sound, and Huang Zilong, Lu Xiaobu, and even all the combat players received a notification sound from the game system.

The old main task is completed, and the new main task appears again——

[Flexibly recruit surrendered soldiers, completely eliminate the remaining county soldiers, and accumulate strength to attack the county town until the county town is captured]

"The main task is to attack the county town!" Lu Xiaobu shouted.

"What do you mean by attacking the county? This means we should use the resources we have to build up strength to take the county." Huang Zilong pointed at the players around him who were collecting spoils. "After this battle, we'll only have about a hundred combat players. Counting the few hundred surrendered soldiers, there's less than six hundred people. You're going to attack the county with only five or six hundred?"

"Why not? That so-and-so's squad, a few dozen people, turned the county government upside down. I think it's completely feasible to attack the county town... After we take the county town, we can take the prefectural capital, the provincial capital, and then one city will become two, two cities will become four, and then we can expand and become stronger, and change the dynasty..."

"Bah. You wish. If you have the ability, just swim across the Bohai Sea and go to Liaodong to assassinate Huang Taiji." Huang Zilong raised his middle finger.

"Well, I'd like to, but I don't have the chance."

At this time, a player shouted, "Who are the officials?"

Another player took out a silver ingot, threw it into the air, and then took it back. "As long as you identify the person, not only will you be allowed to return home safely, but you will also be rewarded!"

As soon as the player's bounty was announced, a surrendered militiaman shouted, "Him!"

Then, like a floodgate opened, the militiamen stood up and pointed out the officers and police officers they knew, as well as the lackeys who abused their power and authority around the officials.

"Very good!" The player gave a reward of at least two taels of silver to every militiaman who identified the person for the first time.

The other players use swords to force the identified "superior" to stand on the right side, and the unidentified surrendered soldiers to stand on the left side.

A loud player stepped on top of the roadblock and shouted, "I know you are often bullied and beaten by these evil people. Now, those standing on my left, pick up the knives, guns, sticks and clubs at hand!"

The militiamen were a little at a loss, but under the serious gazes of the players around them, they still picked up their weapons tremblingly.

"You've been bullied before, but now the Beggars are giving you a chance for revenge—you can kill or chop up the people on your right as you please!"

As soon as the player finished speaking, the militiamen looked at each other in disbelief, some of them daring not to break the "shadow" cast by the superiors.

"Move!"

A player kicked the militiaman hard in the butt, prompting him to rush into the group of villains on the right with a knife. With a puff, the tip of the knife accidentally pierced the belly of a wealthy family's servant.

"kill!"

With the first militia taking the lead, the other militiamen suddenly woke up from their trance, roaring and rushing forward, regardless of how these once high-ranking figures begged for mercy and cried, and hacked them all to death with their swords.

When the people standing on the right side all turned into knife-wielding militiamen, a certain seal that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time finally broke.

The first militiaman knelt down and expressed his gratitude to the Qihuo Army. They were grateful to the Qihuo Army for sparing their lives and giving them the opportunity to personally avenge their superiors.

"I am willing to be your vanguard and fight for the beggar army!"

Then more volunteers knelt down in unison, hoping that the Beggar Army would recruit them so that they could become bigger and stronger together.

"Those who don't want to follow the Beggar Army can go home. If you want to join us in the uprising, you must obey orders and not violate any rules! Otherwise, the swords of the Beggar Army will not recognize anyone!"

As soon as these words were spoken, less than half of the militiamen turned around and left, and the rest hoped to join the Beggar Army to make a big move.

"With just one move, he turned all the surrendered soldiers, whether enemy or friend, into his own. Incredible."

"It's impressive, but with over 500 mouths to feed, what are they going to feed?"

"We have people and weapons, but we're hungry. What else can we eat? Of course, we'll eat the rich." Huang Zilong looked into the distance. "Just now, a wealthy family was defeated by us, and no one is using their money and food..."

"Then there's only one answer—" Lu Xiaobu pointed his knife forward, "Eat his house!"

(End of this chapter)