Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 53 Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal

Passing through the woods with fallen branches and crossing the flowing stream, Huang Zilong ran wildly. The rustling sound of branches swaying in the wind seemed to become the enemy soldiers chasing him.

He tried hard to recall the long-distance running rhythm of the sports meet that year and kept his eyes fixed on the front.

Huang Zilong felt as if time was accelerating unconsciously. He didn't know how long it had been before he finally saw the outline of the coalition forces appear on the horizon.

The camp surrounded by pointed wooden stakes became clearer and clearer, and his anxious heart finally calmed down.

At least I don’t have to worry about dying in battle and missing the first decisive battle.

Even though someone had already passed on the news of "enemy arrival" offline at the moment the player died in battle, he, who loved performing, still wanted to play the role of a scout well.

"Urgent report!"

He shouted loudly as he passed through the ranks of players, militiamen, and allies. Thousands of coalition forces gathered in the camp.

The flags of the Qihuo Army fluttered in the wind, and the large flag symbolizing the main camp came into view.

He quickly glanced around and locked onto the temporary leader elected by everyone - the first commander of the regiment, "He Lusi".

He bowed his head and clasped his fists towards the boss, "The enemy's scouts are already ten miles away. All of the Xianzhong reconnaissance team except me have been killed!"

A man wearing a cloth mask walked out slowly, followed by several followers who were looking for suitable angles for promotional photos.

Click click click.

Although Huang Zilong could not hear the sound of filming, he seemed to see a senior model who paused and posed from time to time under the flashes of light.

A friendly voice came out from the helmet, and Horusi changed his previous yelling and second-year temperament.

He Lusi grabbed Huang Zilong's hands and said, "Excellent! You are very loyal! I will not let the blood of a loyal brother be shed in vain. I will definitely reward you with great merit for this reconnaissance mission!"

"When those comrades who died hear this news, they can die without regrets."

Huang Zilong turned around and was about to leave with a lot of his brother's "relics", but He Lusi grabbed his right hand, turned around to face the "filming crew", and gave a polite fake smile.

I saw a few people making some gestures, as if recording the glorious moment when the commander treated his subordinates well, and also preserving the funny look of Huang Zilong as if there was a pumpkin stuffed in his chest.

"Oh." The film crew made a gesture.

Horusi's fake smile quickly collapsed, replaced by a tired, lazy expression, "This brother has lost all his weapons. Take him to get some."

"Come on, buddy."

An Lushan led Huang Zilong through the camp. Hundreds of militiamen unloaded the miscellaneous items from the carriages and erected tents one after another.

Huang Zilong knew that these people were allies who responded to the call for a joint venture, but he was not sure whether they were the remnants of the Chuang army, the Fifth Battalion of the Gezuo Army, or other rebel forces.

The hot summer breeze blew by, but there was no cooling effect to evaporate the sweat.

Huang Zilong followed An Lushan to the supply cart. After some selection, he took two machetes and a shield. Turning around, he saw dozens of players tinkering with several artillery carts.

It should be the wooden cannon that secretly supports the main base.

The army's blacksmiths hammered and forged swords and helmets. The red-hot metal made a banging sound and bright sparks flew everywhere.

The blacksmiths were only wearing thin clothes, but they didn't feel anything when the sparks hit their bodies, as if it was commonplace.

An old man wearing an iron helmet stood outside the village and shouted orders. Hundreds of militiamen took shovels and hoes to dig trenches outside the village to prevent the government cavalry from raiding the village at night.

"Who is that?" Huang Zilong pointed at the uncle.

"He's the leader of the allies. He does everything himself, and his style is very much like that of a quasi-regular army," An Lushan said. "I used to think that the peasant armies of the late Ming Dynasty were mostly a mob, but this rebel army has changed my mind. It turns out that even in the late Ming Dynasty, there were rebel armies with good conduct."

"Maybe it's the disciplined Xiao Yuan Camp. People in the late Ming Dynasty called them the 'Buddha Army'." Huang Zilong borrowed a piece of cloth, wrapped up his brother's relics and tied it around his waist.

An Lushan closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "That's impossible. I remember Yuan Shizhong rebelling against the Ming in the 13th year of Chongzhen's reign. It's only the 11th year now, a long time away." "It's the butterfly effect. If you form an assassination team and march north to the capital, Chongzhen's son could die years earlier... I'm afraid the game planner will be cruel and force you to die by plotting a plot twist, then put the game back on track."

“It would be boring if we kept going around in circles and still following the same trajectory.”

At this moment, an urgent report sounded outside the village, as if Huang Zilong was repeating himself when he entered the village to report the news.

Huang Zilong's attention was drawn, and An Lushan followed closely behind.

The ones returning this time were indeed a reconnaissance team, but they also brought a few injured people with them.

"Lao Da, we've caught three tongues!"

The triumphant reconnaissance team was filled with excitement. Three of them held down one captive. The captives struggled desperately, swearing at them, calling them bandits, traitors, and traitors.

"Well done! If loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal! Loyal comrades will definitely be rewarded for their loyalty!" Horus shouted, "Everything for the Emperor!"

The triumphant player suddenly stood upright, shouting out in a resounding roar, "Fight for the Emperor!"

Huang Zilong looked at An Lushan beside him with a complicated expression, "No, why do these words sound so familiar to me? It seems like they were just said to me, not much different?"

An Lushan smiled helplessly, "It's the same line. These days, there are so many people trying to accumulate merit. Everyone wants to get the 'custom-made uniforms,' so they all sign up for scouting and go out."

Many people went out, and many came back, reporting military intelligence like you.

In a fit of rage, he rushed forward over ten miles to attack the Ming army and actually killed a few people. He sneaked into some farmers' homes to help with the vegetable gardening.

Some even traveled a hundred miles to the neighboring Gushi County to kill corrupt officials. Some even went on a well-organized reconnaissance mission, only to hear from their "undercover buddies" that there were some corrupt officials to eat, and so they rushed off to kill the local tyrants.

"Wow, this is a real mess. They're already engaging in guerrilla warfare before the decisive battle even begins."

"Who says it's not?" An Lushan took a sip of water from the bamboo tube. "Think about it, with so many people rushing back to report the news in one day, I think it's pretty good that I can maintain a fake smile and say some second-year lines. If it were me, I would be able to sit under the big flag with a serious face. I'd be in a good mood like I've drawn a masterpiece ten times in a row."

"Looks like I'm going to have to deal with so much nonsense. Being a commander isn't easy."

Huang Zilong watched as a group of players tortured the three captives on the spot, but the three men refused to surrender and would rather die than surrender.

Yang Wenli, who was standing beside He Lusi, suggested, "Why not hand the three of them over to the tough guys? They'll be able to pry open their mouths sooner or later."

He Lusi approved it immediately, and a group of strong men were ordered to come.

They were all strong men, half naked, and their exposed muscles looked quite muscular.

They posed handsomely to show off their muscles and started pulling down the prisoners' pants without saying anything.

This caused the captives to panic and shout, "What are you going to do!"

"What do you think?" One of the muscular men tilted his mouth.

"We eat both men and women. We haven't eaten meat for several days. Today we will use you guys to satisfy our cravings!" Another muscular man clenched his fists, and his bones crackled.

Another person came up to the captives and whispered, "You don't want to be driven in and out by us, do you?"

The three captives looked at each other, then looked at the half-naked muscular man who was full of philosophy and greasy breath, knowing that they were ruthless people who did what they said.

If that happened in public with thousands of people watching, they would never be able to live with dignity again. Their anus tightened immediately and they confessed everything they knew.

The commander of the government army was Ma Shouren, the military governor of Runan, with a total force of 12,000.

The main force of the government army consisted of carefully selected battalion and garrison troops, barely 4,000 strong, armed with a few short-range cannons, including bird guns and three-barreled guns. The remaining accompanying troops were patrol officers and local militia.

Six thousand allied forces against twelve thousand government troops, and no matter how you look at it, the advantage is on the side of the government troops.

(End of this chapter)