Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 54 No one knows positional warfare better than me
The next morning, the summer sun slowly rose, and rays of sunlight shone into the branches of the woods, casting mottled shadows of light and dark on the ground.

The morning mist surrounding the battlefield dissipated, gradually revealing the pitted and cratered terrain. The government army's main camp was set up at the visible end.

"Woo——"

The long horn sound cut through the silent morning. Players shouted loudly and ran back and forth in the camp. The militiamen in the tents slowly stood up.

Everyone organized their weapons and equipment and quickly formed a team under the command of many small leaders.

The coalition's strategy was defensive counterattack, with a 6,000-man force arranged around the camp.

The high-spirited spearhead team stood at the front, with a few players acting as officers, flanking their own militia in the center, while the allied forces were scattered on both flanks.

The players of the spearhead team stood behind coffins filled with mud. In front of them were trenches filled with slanted wooden stakes, leaving only a few narrow paths for entry and exit.

The square formation, which was mixed with a small number of muskets and bows, was divided into several blocks, with almost equal distances between each other, forming several square formations like the patterns on a tortoise shell.

The artillery position consisting of wooden cannons and fireworks was placed on a small mound of sand behind the army, and was guarded by the allies' direct descendants.

Although summer mornings are warm, they are still cooler than in the past.

Huang Zilong pulled his cloak tighter around him, secretly cursing the torment of this Little Ice Age. A bright summer morning felt no different from a spring one.

No wonder grain production has decreased, the temperature is not high enough.

His team, the seventh team, was in the first row, and the two phalanxes behind him were the mixed phalanxes formed by the fusion of player militia.

Huang Zilong took out a single-channel telescope to observe. The government army's troops gradually began to move. The army of more than 10,000 people moved around in a scattered manner for a while before they walked out of the temporary camp.

The soldiers in the front row were in high spirits, with solemn expressions on their faces. They were obviously capable fighters.

However, the militiamen at the back were very weak. Most of them only had pitchforks, spears, wooden sticks with kitchen knives tied to them, limp blades, straw sandals on their feet, or some even walked barefoot on the rough ground.

The garrison troops on both wings were also lazy and sloppy. Apart from having relatively complete equipment, they were not much better than the local militia.

Seeing the composition of the government army, Huang Zilong suddenly felt that although the enemy had an advantage in numbers, they were not invincible.

Suddenly, a player walked to the center of the battlefield. He turned around and looked at everyone, making a "camera" shape with his hands.

"Handsome warriors, look this way, look this way!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the self-proclaimed handsome players in the front row all turned their eyes and started to strike handsome poses.

Huang Zilong couldn't help but draw his sword and hold the back of the sword with his elbow, as if he were a handsome Jinyiwei.

After a silent click, the man turned around and included himself in the shot. "Look! This is the regiment I'm in, and behind them are my cyber brothers."

The players didn't care whether they could record their voices or not, and they all started talking loudly.

"I still remember the day of the Battle of Iwo Jima. Many of my Cyber ​​brothers and I gave our lives on the island."

"The first warrior of the Xinghan Empire is here!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Give me five thousand French fries and I'll take over the capital within six months!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Goodbye, mother. I'm sailing away tonight."

The players in front of the formation were in high spirits, shouting and jumping, but Li Guo behind them felt puzzled.

He asked his adopted son in confusion, "What's going on with the Beggar Army? How dare anyone go out alone?"

"Oh, that seems to be the painter accompanying the Beggar Army. Their commander likes to use paintings to record his daily life. As for the painter, it should be easier for him to remember the picture by fiddling with it a few times with his hands." Li Laiheng expressed his guess.

"It's really strange." Li Guo said, "In the past few days, I have seen a team of chefs, a troupe of acrobats, and a troupe of musicians. Today, I saw a team of painters. The beggars are rebelling and they want to bring all the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Is this how they win?" "According to the beggars, life is short, so enjoy it while you can. After so many days of fighting, you should enjoy yourself."

"Enjoy yourself? You're about to fight on the battlefield, and you still want to enjoy yourself?"

"Maybe they are naturally open-minded. They don't call it a fight unless the knife is stabbed in the stomach."

"Oh, I finally understand. Maybe this is why they have made it this far and are not afraid of the government troops - if they don't care about life, they won't fear death either."

Li Guo looked around and saw soldiers from the Chuang Army and militiamen from the Qihuo Army.

Everyone's expressions were filled with fear and timidity, heavy breathing could be heard one after another, many people's legs were trembling, and some could not help but whimper in fear.

Most of the new recruits were not prepared for the war. Even the veterans who had fought in several actual battles on the side of the rebel army were afraid of the government troops with superior forces.

and many more!

Li Guo suddenly discovered that although the militia of the Beggar Army was trembling, a considerable number of people in the ranks were excited and foaming at the mouth.

All these are the characteristics of a veteran who dares to fight.

Li Guo took a quick look and found that there were many veterans of the Beggar Army like this.

Most of them stood in the front row, and a small number were mixed in with the militia, like a magic needle that could stabilize the turbulent waves.

It turned out to be the case.

Li Guo thought to himself, no wonder the Qihuo Army dared to take the initiative to fight, it turned out that they had sufficient elite veterans to support them, and the temperament of these veterans in battle was far superior to that of the Chuang Army.

But elite veterans are rare and valuable, so why should they be placed in the front instead of in the middle to provide support?
When the fighting breaks out, the elite veterans can provide support from the left, center and right directions at any time, and will not suffer heavy losses in the first wave of fighting.

After all, militiamen can be replenished at any time, but the number of elite veterans is reduced to one less if one dies.

Li Guo looked at the commander of the Qihuo Army who was not far away. The latter was standing on a mound and looking into the distance with a monocular telescope in his hand.

While Li Guo was still marveling at the fact that the Qihuo Army was able to seize the "telescope", he suddenly saw three riders holding high flags and walking out, slowly approaching the center of the battlefield.

Li Guo knew that this was the customary practice of the government army to "suppress bandits" -

Both sides sent envoys to symbolically persuade the enemy to surrender. Regardless of success or failure, this could demonstrate their magnanimity and indirectly undermine the other side's determination to fight to the death.

The envoys of the government army still said the same old thing -

If the Qihuo Army can surrender with courtesy, they will surely be promoted to higher positions and enjoy wealth and honor. As for the evil deeds of killing officials and gentry before, they must not be repeated.

The largest groups of peasant armies, including Zhang Xianzhong, Luo Rucai, Zhang Tianlin and others, have surrendered and accepted amnesty, and the situation of suppressing bandits in the Ming Dynasty is very good.

The envoy persuaded the Qihuo army not to be stubborn, otherwise they would be taken to the capital and cut into pieces.

The envoy of the Qihuo Army was the painter.

The young man said nothing, but drew his bow and shot an arrow at one of the riders.

When the rider who was hit by the arrow staggered and fell to the ground, the battle between the two sides officially began.

The two surviving envoys quickly reined in their horses and fled. Seeing that there was no hope of surrender, the government troops immediately fired back with their cannons.

I saw several small cannons suddenly spewing out puffs of white smoke, and several black iron bullets flew into the air, cutting through the air and making sharp sounds like ghosts' howls.

A bullet bounced up after hitting the ground, then hit the earth-filled coffin. Another bullet didn't have enough power to fall into the center of the battlefield, rolled forward a few hundred steps and slowly stopped. The following bullets either flew over the heads of the coalition forces or smashed into the coffin and the sideways carriage.

The government troops failed to gain anything after a round of bombardment. The players raised their arms and shouted, making provocative remarks towards the government troops in the distance. The artillery commander was so angry that he whipped the gunners and ordered them to reload quickly.

(End of this chapter)