Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 57: The Defeatist Counselor

There were clearly thousands of soldiers surrounding the bandit camp, so why couldn't they stop the bandits from breaking out?

If the enemy troops attacked his main camp, his army of more than 10,000 would collapse.

These are government troops with tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, which are more than enough to wipe out tens of thousands of bandits!
He and other senior military officers had been organizing the troops for many years and had finally managed to organize such a large number of soldiers. Why was it that they were defeated by a small group of bandits?

Damn it, why!
Bingbeidao couldn't bear the blow of the crushing defeat and his mind went blank.

"Impossible, I won't lose..." Bingbeidao took a few steps forward in despair, muttering to himself like a madman, "I still have reserves, I still have a chance!"

"Master Daotai, it's too late. The soldiers and horses of the inspection offices and local militias have all run away." A minor official rushed to the military governor and cried.

Master Ma looked around and saw that the two thousand reserve troops he had reserved with him had all fled in panic in the face of the fierce attacking bandits.

He had absolutely no chance.

He regretted, he was angry, he was desperate.

He was defeated by the bandits with their weak mob because he underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly.

If God could give him another chance to start over, he would definitely not underestimate this group of bandits. He would delay time at the base and would definitely gather as many troops as possible, carry more firearms and ammunition, and quickly reach Shangcheng County to wipe out the beggars!

However, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

He had no chance to start over, nor any magic way to reverse today's disastrous defeat.

"Master, hurry up and mount your horse! Once the bandits rush in, you won't be able to escape even if you want to..."

The petty official grabbed the arm of the military governor tightly, and the latter stared blankly at the battlefield ahead, where a large number of militiamen were defeated at the first touch.

The defeated soldiers threw away their spears and shields, shouting and fleeing towards the safe roads behind them. They ran faster than the defeated South Koreans.

"Ma Daotai!" A military general with blood all over his face came quickly, waving his sword and ordering the servants and minor officials around him to help the Daotai mount his horse.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of muskets firing had already penetrated the main camp of the government army, and some of the fired bullets directly hit the soldiers surrounding the military governor.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded from his chest, and several soldiers groaned in succession, falling to the ground in their dirty cotton coats.

"The bandits actually have muskets!" the assistant officer exclaimed.

"The one wearing the green official uniform is the enemy commander! Follow me and kill him!"

"Master, hurry up, the bandits are coming!"

The warrior raised his blood-stained sword and organized his soldiers to go forward to meet the enemy. Dozens of loyal and courageous soldiers brandished iron swords and hammers and rushed towards the swarming enemy troops.

The minor officials and clerks stripped the Bingbei Dao of his official green robe and helped him onto his warhorse.

Until this time, Master Ma was still in a daze. He swayed up and down and followed the warhorse for more than a hundred steps. Suddenly, he felt his body sinking, and he became dizzy and was thrown more than ten meters away.

It turned out that the defeated government troops blocked his way and stole his horse, knocking him down.

Ma Shouren shook his head to shake off the dust, and saw the defeated soldier throw away the thick wooden stick, help the fallen horse to stand up again, and was about to mount the horse to escape.

The first thing that came to the mind of the military commander was: You incompetent soldier, you actually dared to steal my horse!

"You bastard!"

He stretched out his hand to draw the sword at his waist, but found nothing. He had dropped it more than ten steps away when he fell off his horse.

Now he finally panicked.

As if he was defeated by bandits, he realized belatedly that he had become a helpless "lamb".

"You wicked official, you killed so many of my brothers! I'll fuck your mother!"

The defeated soldier came striding over with a bloody sword in his hand, and ignoring Master Ma's gentle pleas for mercy, he stabbed the sword into the master's stomach, pulled it out, and stabbed again... There was a bit of deep personal grudge between them.

……

Bingbeidao rode away on horseback, and the main camp's flag was also cut down. The important factor in maintaining morale disappeared, and the remaining thousands of officers and soldiers were confused and at a loss for a while.

"The Taotai was killed!"

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

"Run! The beggar army is coming!" The shadow of failure quickly swept across the entire place. The soldiers who originally did not want to flee, saw the government troops in the distance turning back and running away with horror on their faces, and felt fear climbing up their heads.

It's like a tired worker on a long subway train suddenly sees a lot of people in front of him screaming and running away.

Although the workers did not know what was happening, they knew that nothing good was happening. They might even imagine zombie outbreaks, indiscriminate killings, terrorists, and other accidents, and then turn around and run away.

Thousands of soldiers fled in all directions, looking for a safe direction.
The originally ferocious government troops now turned into old hungry wolves without teeth and sharp claws, running away with their mouths open and shouting foolishly.

Some were so focused on running away, completely oblivious to the fact they were peeing their pants. Some were tackled and beaten to the ground by players, while others climbed trees to confront their pursuers, begging the militia to spare their lives.

Some people quickly untied their belts and dived into the tributary river, and as a result, several players behind them also jumped into the water.

The defeated soldiers swam forward, wailing and begging for mercy, "You and I each earn a living for our respective masters. I have no grudge against you, so why are you still chasing me?"

"Because you have Jizhi syrup!"

"What a mess! Spare my life! Aaaaah!"

The militiamen, who came from the poorest parts of society, felt that they had vented their anger.

Not only have they been oppressed and exploited by corrupt officials, but they have also been bullied by soldiers.

Wherever the government troops passed through, it was like being scraped by a comb, and there were countless crimes of burning, killing and looting.

Today they can finally hold their heads high and stab to death those evil soldiers who harassed their village.

Li Guo frowned and glanced at the defeated soldiers who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

They lost their previous self-confidence and the arrogance of victory disappeared, replaced by the desire to survive and the hope that the victor would show mercy.

The defeated soldiers fought a bloody battle with the rebels for a long time, and the originally flat land was turned into mud.

The outer clothes of both the enemy and us were all covered with splashing mud, just like a dog that had played crazy in the mud and then quietly ran back home.

No matter how many rebel forces these government troops had suppressed before, they were now all prisoners of the Allied Forces, defeated dogs whose life and death could be decided by a single word from the rebels.

Did we finally win?

Li Guo's eyes were hot and itchy, and the knife in his hand had five cuts. He didn't even dare to think about how he won this battle.

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face, it hurt like fire.

All of this was true. It was the first time they had defeated the government army fairly, and it was an extremely difficult feat where they defeated the larger force with a smaller one.

The humiliation that had been suppressed in Li Guo's heart for a long time merged with the excitement at this moment, and it overflowed from his eyes uncontrollably. He found his adopted son Li Laiheng and gave him a bear hug.

"We won, we really won!"

"Ah! Yes, we won! We won!"

The father and son hugged each other with tears in their eyes. The other militiamen were also moved to tears. Not only did they defeat the government troops that they had feared in the past, but they themselves also survived.

A militia leader raised his arms and shouted towards the Qihuo Army commander, "We won! We won!"

The other militiamen also raised their weapons and shouted, "Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Like passing the flower while beating the drum, or like streams gathering to form a river, the soldiers' cheers gathered into a huge wave, and the howls of victory turned into fanatical worship.

"The beggar army is mighty!"

"Long live the Beggar Army!"

The players who were scattered around beating prisoners and looting spoils couldn't help but open their mouths and join in the fun when they heard the lively cheers.

"Long live the Beggar Army! Long live! Long live!"

Deafening cheers spread all around, marking the end of the battle in southern Henan with a great victory for the Allied Forces.

Amidst this solemn roar, dozens of players who were striving to make their way to the edge of the battlefield arrived.

"We finally arrived...haha."

Lu Xiaobu looked up and saw that something seemed amiss on this battlefield where fierce fighting should have taken place.

(End of this chapter)