Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 56 I’m fighting the elite
The moment of colliding with the enemy, the players' horizontal formation stopped in front and surged back, gradually crowding into a square formation.

In the first battle, dozens of government troops were killed, and those with damaged internal organs rolled on the ground and cried out in pain.

When the government troops are stabbed, they can only wail and fall down, but when the players are stabbed, they can continue to fight, just like zombies can continue to bite living people as long as they are not shot in the head.

The government troops that arrived later continued to hit the three hard "rocks" like waves.

Many government troops went around the flanks of the phalanx to the back, trying to surround and kill it, but the phalanx was filled with elite bandits who were defending the formation.

No matter which direction the government troops attacked from, they had to face shields and swords and spears.

"kill!"

The players thrust their spears fiercely, piercing the bellies and throats of the government troops, as if they were recklessly venting their animal instincts.

Some government troops were agile and swung their swords to chop off the players' spears and hit their shields. However, when their swords swung on their arm armor, only a clanging sound was heard, and they could not break the defense.

The players in the front row threw away their blood-stained spears, drew their swords, held their round shields against them, half-crouched down, and stabbed the enemy's abdomen and thighs under the forest of swords and spears.

"The vanguard of the Qihuo Army is so elite!"

Li Guo, who borrowed a telescope to watch the battle, was stunned.

It was the first time he saw three hundred people being overwhelmed by thousands of government troops and still continuing to fight.

Although they were armed with simple spears and machetes, they were able to slaughter the government troops as easily as slaughtering chickens.

There were no roars of bloody fighting on the battlefield, only the dull sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh. The government troops were repeatedly hit by the square formations, their heads broken and bleeding. The tight square formations with three or four layers could only be broken by falling war horses.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Some players shouted excitedly, like a baboon in heat, desperately seeking a mate.

A large number of government troops were pinned down by a mere 300 players, which almost disrupted all deployments and formations. The originally well-organized fighting style gradually turned into a melee.

It was supposed to be the government troops that attacked, but they were taken advantage of by the bandits. Thousands of government troops were actually disrupted by three hundred people and could not win a quick victory.

Lord Ma, the military governor, sat on a wooden chair and waved his fist anxiously.

That's what a bunch of incompetent soldiers are like. All they have to do is kill the enemy without thinking, unlike him, a dignified military commander, who has a lot more things to consider.

The key point is that the soldiers can't even do such a simple thing as killing the enemy.

What a bunch of losers!

At this time, the enemy and our side were fighting in a chaotic situation. Cannons and bows could not be used, and we could only use our flesh and blood to wear down the enemy soldiers' energy.

But how come this bandit vanguard hasn’t been wiped out after fighting for so long?

Seeing that he was unable to overcome the "stubborn rock" in front of him, General Ma, the military governor, had no choice but to lock onto the enemy's "commander". It is said that to catch a thief, one must first catch the leader, and one cannot allow the enemy to disrupt the rhythm of his attack.

"Attack."

The military governor waved his hand, and more than a thousand government troops led thousands of local militiamen to attack the bandit camp.

These thousands of people came with such force that their number was almost equal to the "rabble" in the bandit camp.

Suddenly, the guerrilla general leading the troops saw a cloud of white mist gushing out from the top of the bandit's mound, and then a thunder-like roar reached his ears.

Several black solid iron balls fell into the ranks of the government troops, like several black sickles plowing out several bloody marks in the crowded queue.

Any militia squad with more than a dozen people shot through by solid bullets would almost stand there in a daze for a long time, then scream like crazy, until the officers next to them whipped them and hit their faces with a whip, causing them to burn, and then they came to their senses.

The guerrilla general never expected that the bandits actually had cannons.

He couldn't help but sigh that this was the best moment to use artillery bombardment, and the bandits actually seized the opportunity!
Another salvo of artillery fire.

The fuse burns rapidly, transferring the flame to the barrel. The gunpowder burns and explodes in a relatively closed environment, generating violent heat waves and pressure, which eject the solid projectile outward along the iron tube embedded in the wooden cannon.

Several solid bullets of the same size came whistling, like a strong dragon falling from the sky, roaring with the sound of death.

Several solid balls were fired; two missed the rear of the army formation, and one struck a militia unit flanking the government troops, killing several instantly. The shells ricocheted as they struck the ground, killing or wounding more than a dozen people in the column, like miniature bowling balls piercing several pins. Ten men were killed instantly and seven were injured.

Although the wooden cannon was not very powerful, it could not withstand the enemy's dense lines and large numbers of people.

"Ahhh!"

The dying soldier had his calf cut off by a solid bullet. He held the broken thigh and screamed at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted to roar out the pain and his soul.

A shrill cry resounded through the heavens and earth. A militiaman watched helplessly as an old acquaintance had his arm smashed by a shell. The flesh and fascia of the severed limb were still dripping with a pink mixture of flesh and blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" The militia could not bear the brutal battlefield and turned around and ran in the opposite direction, but was hacked to death by the officer supervising the battle.

"Don't run away, keep charging!"

Thousands of militiamen on the verge of collapse were forced forward by the government troops with their swords. It was not until they rushed to the front that they found that in front of the enemy's formation was a trench full of sharp stakes and a "stockade wall" with carriages and coffins tightly arranged.

Thousands of government troops and militiamen rushed forward, but it was like hitting an iron plate covered with spikes. Bow and crossbow bullets flew over the carriages and hit them. Thousands of people could not advance even a little bit, and some even began to scream and flee.

The main camp of the government army was disrupted by hundreds of people, and the attacking troops that had just been sent out were stopped under the fortifications. At this time, there were government troops everywhere, except in the main camp!

"It's now!"

He Lusi, who had been observing the battlefield for a long time, could no longer sit still.

He pulled out the battle flag stuck in the ground and held it in his hand. He immediately said to the leader of the allies beside him, "The command of this camp is now in your hands. I will lead the team to attack the enemy."

"what?"

Li Guo was about to stop him, wondering how the commander of an army could risk going into battle, when he saw He Lusi walking away.

He Lusi grasped the battle flag tightly and came to the front where the fighting was in full swing, shouting to all the brothers around him -

"The rules of victory have been determined. All brothers, follow me and charge straight into the enemy's main camp to capture the enemy commander's head!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The players were extremely enthusiastic, and even the militiamen of the Beggar Army raised their arms and shouted, gathering towards the position of the battle flag.

"That's the enemy's weak spot, attack!"

He Lusi pointed at the flaw in the enemy's flank line, waved his flag and shouted, and the players in the front row quickly pushed over the carriage and stepped over the coffin.

Dozens of Molotov cocktails flew from three directions and hit the position thirty steps ahead where the commander pointed.

The flames that suddenly burst out engulfed several militiamen. The severe pain of their skin and flesh being eroded by the flames made the militiamen scream at the top of their lungs. The government troops and militiamen in the back row were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

But in just a moment, the Qihuo Army opened up a smooth road that bypassed the main force of the government army and headed straight for the military preparation road.

Hundreds of players rushed out of the main camp and fought hard, and the vacancies left by those who died in battle were immediately filled by the next generation.

Even though the government troops in the center rushed over quickly to block them, they were unable to defeat the players who were in the limelight - the players were like rolling boulders, crushing all obstacles in their way.

The Qihuo Army's exemplary spirit of fearlessness and bravery was like a beacon of morale on the battlefield, boosting the morale of every militiaman with mediocre morale.

If others can fight to the death like this, why can't I?
The veterans of the Beggar Army have already solved the most difficult problems. All he needs to do is follow behind them and replenish their combat power to win.

victory.

Li Guoxin said that they really needed a victory to wash away their many past defeats.

The shame and indignation that had been suppressed for so long in his heart turned into a desperate force at this moment. Li Guo steeled his mind, raised his sword high and shouted, "If we don't fight now, when will we fight? My men, follow me!"

With loud rumbling noises and shouts, thousands of militiamen suddenly turned into an angry dragon, following the determined dragon head and moving forward, forward, forward, straight to the position of Lord Ma, the military governor.

"Puff." Lord Ma spat out the tea he had just drunk.

How come the bandits suddenly bypassed the main force and rushed towards him in one go!
(End of this chapter)