Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 55 He is very brave
"Reload the gun quickly!"

The commander of the artillery unit roared and kept whipping the civilians.

The laborers wailed as they carried the shells and loaded them into the small cannons, then lit and fired them out of habit.

However, the cannon fired several shots in succession, but either it missed anyone or was blocked by the "bunkers" built by the bandits. Even if it hit the target by chance, it only killed a few people in the front row and could not even touch the skin of the bandits' central army.

Seeing that the cannon's range was insufficient, the cannon commander quickly requested to advance a few hundred more steps.

Small cannons were suddenly pulled forward amid the neighing of mules and horses, but the empty space in front was already full of people and horses. After a long time of shouting and cursing, they slowly made way for the way forward.

After the artillerymen took up their new positions and fired their cannons again, they still failed to achieve the expected effect - the coffin carriage defense system set up by the thieves seemed to be a natural enemy of the government army's small cannons.

In the past, just a few rounds of cannon fire and a charge led by soldiers could defeat tens of thousands of bandits.

But even after firing several rounds today, the enemy's front line remained motionless! ?

The artillery commander felt only the humiliation and anger rising in his heart. He roared angrily, "Push the cannons, push the cannons, push forward, push forward!"

As soon as the artillery commander finished speaking, the civilians looked back at him hesitantly.

"You're tired of living! I told you to push the cannon!"

The artillery commander drew his sword from its sheath, and placed the sharp blade against the civilian's neck. His personal guards also drew their swords and threatened the civilian.

The civilians all begged and cried, "Sir, we can't go in!"

The angry artillery commander then realized that the artillery position had moved to the right front of the main camp, and the soldier closest to him was already in the third row on the front line.

Just as he was about to continue firing the cannon, he suddenly discovered that the lone thief in the center of the battlefield had moved.

This person survived several rounds of artillery bombardment and was not killed. What kind of luck is this?
Countless eyes were cast on this beggar soldier, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he threw away his bow and quiver, calmly took off the shield behind him, and drew the sword at his waist.

"Would you rather be a hero for one minute or a coward for the rest of your life?"

Above that man's head hung the name "Sword Grass" invisible to ordinary people, and he roared out a roar that resounded through the heavens and earth.

He charged.

He threw away his precious life and bravely rushed towards the tens of thousands of government troops alone, rushing towards the right wing of the government troops where the artillery was located.

The government troops on the right wing found it ridiculous at first, then felt surprised, and finally felt a little panicked, and several people left their positions.

How dare one person charge into the battle alone? What right does he have?
A hail of arrows came swiftly down from the sky. Sword Grass crouched down and used his shield to block the attack, but he was still pierced by arrows from all directions, hitting his calves, waist, and shoulders...

When he arrived at the front of the battle and was about to meet the government soldiers, half of his body was almost shot into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows.

He fell down, but before he fell, he still had the leisure to look at his teammates behind him, smiling and giving a thumbs up, as if to say, how about my pretense?
His seemingly foolish charge alone deeply shocked both the enemy and us.

The military commander had an inexplicable fear that if the untouchables were not afraid of the government's troops, they would no longer fear the government's authority.

A mere soldier dared to charge straight at more than ten thousand government troops. He is really not afraid of death!

"The beggars are not afraid of death."

Li Guo was startled, his whole body trembling slightly and he stood there in a daze.

The courage conveyed by the volunteer soldiers who charged alone is just like the beggars who did not run away, but stood here resolutely to fight the government troops.

The heroism of a single death illuminated the entire scene like a bright light, and the cowering and howling militiamen were also angry at the sacrifice of their friendly forces.

Morale is up!

It felt like a raging fire was burning in his chest. Li Guo couldn't help but draw his sword and hold it in front of his chest, wishing he could rush into the enemy camp and kill them immediately.

The players in the front row were also infected by Jiancao's pretense. They couldn't let this guy do all the pretense alone!

"The government army's artillery is nothing more than this! Second, fifth, and seventh teams, step out. I demand that you attack the enemy's artillery formation directly and pin the enemy there!" After He Lusi gave the order, three teams of centurions stepped out immediately.

"The Holy Kara Chain binds us together! Fight for the Emperor!"

The players in the three phalanxes roared excitedly to the sky. They could finally show off in front of ordinary people.

The moment the three phalanxes walked out of the camp, they dispersed their battle lines and formed three long horizontal rows.

The best-equipped players stood in the center of the front row. Shields and swords raised, they advanced to the sound of waist drums.

"What's going on?" Li Guo leaned over to his adopted son's ear and asked, "We're hundreds of paces away, and the Qihuo Army didn't even send a messenger, and there were no drums or horns. How could the people in front hear the orders?"

"I-I don't know either."

Li Laiheng thought that there were many strange things happening in the Beggar Army, and it was impossible for him to know everything.

The government army's artillery sounded again, and the flying shells finally hit the bandits' bodies. One shell penetrated the bandits' horizontal row, but only caused three casualties.

Damn you! Why don't you just line up and get shot at by the cannonballs?
The artillery commander was furious. He had finally hit the enemy, but this was the only result.

Even so, the thief in the third row whose calf was smashed by the iron bullet struggled to get up, used his spear as a crutch, and limped, trying to keep up with his teammates who were moving forward.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

"Go forward, sons and daughters of the motherland, rise up quickly, the glorious day has arrived, tyranny and we are incompatible!"

At this time, one of the players in the row sang the French Marseillaise loudly, and the players who knew French also hummed along, while the others who didn't understand just hummed along with the melody.

Cannonballs cannot hinder the player's progress, and arrows and gunshots are also blocked by the shields of the horizontal team.

At the very least, all the players in the first row serve as meat shields for their teammates in the two rows behind them, taking the first wave of maximum damage for their teammates.

"Come on!"

They can't hold on and die in battle, and subsequent players will step over the bodies of their teammates and continue to move forward.

The player rushed forward a hundred steps, and his pace of movement increased significantly, breaking into a slow jog. Everyone could clearly hear the foul language and curses emanating from the government troops.

Huang Zilong gripped his sword and shield tightly, as if trying to embed the weapons and armor into the muscles of his palms.

He looked at the enemy soldiers in front of him who were getting closer and closer. Heavy breathing could be heard from the brothers on all sides, but the real battlefield atmosphere made him extremely excited.

He stared straight ahead with his neck stiffened, like a hungry wolf lurking in the bushes, staring at the prey surging ahead.

Go forward, go forward, go forward.

Adrenaline surged, and he felt his heart beating faster.

"Prepare to engage the enemy!" The captain's cry was loud and clear.

Just when the brothers rushed to thirty or forty steps and Huang Zilong could even see the scar on the face of a government soldier, the players in the back row suddenly stopped.

They gripped the javelins they had prepared long ago and threw them fiercely at the government troops thirty or forty steps away.

The experience gained from many battles turned into strength at this moment. Huang Zilong raised his shield to deflect a spear thrust by a government soldier, then gripped his steel knife tightly and thrust it out fiercely, piercing a man's stomach.

Dozens of javelins flew overhead and pierced into the chests and abdomens of the government soldiers. The screams of terrible pain suddenly resounded throughout the earth.

Driven by their respective fighting instincts, the players stabbed out their spears and steel knives swiftly and continued to stab forward, with countless drops of blood splattering everywhere along the points where the weapons were drawn.

"kill!"

The player was so absorbed in killing the enemy that he had no time to wipe the blood that splashed onto his face.

(End of this chapter)