Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 86 Trap Card Activation

The government army camp, dotted with bonfires, was like a bright light in a dry well, forming a sharp contrast with the dim earthen mounds nearby.

"It's 3:30 in the morning, which means it's 3:30 in the afternoon in real time. We received the undercover tip-off and can take action at any time."

The dim light of two oil lamps was imprinted on the ground, and a map of the official army's layout made up of branches as pens and mud as scrolls came into Sula's sight.

Excluding a few players who commanded militia to stay in the town, a total of 800 players were mobilized for this special military operation.

Although many players had things to do during the day, they all put them on hold for today's night raid!
Students skipped classes, workers asked for leave, and even those who had agreed to go shopping with their girlfriends would decisively break the appointment. When the time came, they would rush back to their rooms, put on their gaming helmets, and shout, "Wanming Fengyun, start!"

The camp of tens of thousands of people stretched for miles, and it took some effort just to walk through it.

Fortunately, the undercover agents were recognized by the generals for their superb acting skills, and the reputation of Lijiazhai strengthened their trust.

The undercover agents pushed chicken buses around under the pretext of presenting gifts, flattering and presenting gifts, taking out Lijiazhai's specialty craft fruit wine, and writing down the positions of various generals and the approximate troop ratios.

As undercover agents continued to contribute layout maps, a complete puzzle was soon presented to the "surprise attack team".

Someone took out a small paper flag, wrote the names of the generals on it and stuck it on the layout map: Wang Shunping, Jin Guoliang, Chen Hongfan, Zuo Liangyu...

"Zuo Liangyu, you bastard! Commander, please let me attack the left wing. I want to kill this bastard Zuo Liangyu with my own hands. Among the military generals who became warlords in the late Ming Dynasty, he is the most outstanding one!" "Jiancao" volunteered.

"Although Zuo Liangyu was not a human being, his personal soldiers were very powerful during this period." Another player reminded.

"No matter how strong he is, I'm going to chop off his head! I'm going to use his skull as a bowl!"

"Sula" paid no attention to her brothers' discussion, but focused on the layout diagram on the ground.

"The government troops' camp is indeed very solid. If an ordinary person were to attack them at night, they might not be able to gain an advantage... but we have the layout beforehand, and even the most solid layout can reveal some flaws."

"Flaw?" The player with the name "Storm Rat" frowned, and the two iron axes on his back clashed with each other.

He patted the "rhino horn" helmet on his head and looked at Sula with a determined look.

"What can you really tell from these crudely drawn layouts? Isn't a night raid just about charging under cover of darkness?" Storm Rat tilted his head and pointed at the skinny boy beside him. "Do you see the flaw?"

The man shook his head and subconsciously tightened his hands around the bulging cloth bag at his waist to adjust its position. A string of gray paper firecrackers leaked out from the interface of the backpack.

Storm Rat leaned forward, arms straight, like a teacher calling on someone to answer a question, and locked eyes with another brother squatting nearby. "Do you have any clever ideas?"

"No." The player who was called smiled awkwardly, and the Gatling gun slung across his waist swayed gently.

"What about you, brother?" Storm Rat looked at Bison.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, Bison looked around, then raised his finger and pointed at himself, "Are you talking about me? I, my brain is not very good. I don't use strategies or tactics in any game.

In shooting games, I just charge forward with a submachine gun. In competitive games, I zoom in on the enemy. I don't care who the enemy is. If they dare to stand in my way, I will rush forward and fight them to the death."

"Yeah, I was saying that everyone's intelligence level is about the same, so why are you the only one who stands out so much?"

"Look here!" Sula's sudden words startled everyone.

He stared at the layout diagram and drew a line with a branch. The simple layout diagram seemed to be pierced by an arrow.

"The government troops have concentrated all the militia and auxiliary troops on the east side, forming a top-heavy formation, like a rhinoceros lying by the river. Its head and back are hard, but its belly and buttocks are exposed. If someone attacks this flaw—"

"Oh—" one player understood. "Once the local militia and auxiliary troops blow up the camp and attack the government troops' camp, it will be like a mudslide, destroying all the houses along the way, and even driving the government troops into the Huai River!"

"A formation like this would be well-guarded at night to guard against flank attacks. A large force marching at night would easily be exposed, and a small force attacking a well-established camp without intelligence would be suicidal."

"But we are not afraid of death, and we have also gathered intelligence on the strengths and weaknesses in advance."

"Great!" Storm Rat couldn't help but snap his fingers.

"Yes, the government troops would never have guessed that a fearless lunatic would launch a nighttime attack!" "Sula" raised his lips in a clown-like smile. "Brothers, are you ready for a fight?"

The commander's ecstatic voice echoed through the "voice" to the captain. Everyone knew that eight hundred, no, one thousand six hundred players were about to begin the competition. "I've been thirsty for a long time!"

"Alright!" Su La cheered up. "Everyone, tie up the white cloth strips to strengthen your identification! Anyone without this identification will be killed."

After the order was given, eight hundred players quickly pulled out white cloth strips and tied them around their right arms and foreheads.

Some players felt that the white cloth strip was too monotonous, so they added some red text on the forehead cloth strips.

"Heaven punishes the false Ming Dynasty", "The streets of heaven will trample the bones of nobles", "Oppose the Ming Dynasty and destroy the Qing Dynasty", "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill", "Long live the People's Union", "Unify the world", "Enter the Pass today"...

Sula activated the voice command and gave orders calmly.

"Listen carefully, I will make the following arrangements... Eight hundred men will be divided into eight teams. Teams three, four, and five will feint and attack the front. Set fires along the way to make a lot of noise. Brothers from Henan, please tire your voices and shout at the top of your lungs.

Team one, team two, team six, and team seven followed me to attack the militia position. No matter what we encountered, we would chop down anyone we saw and burn anything we saw. No matter whether we gained anything or not, we could not stop!

The remaining team will go to the undercover location to meet up with them, wait until the government troops are in chaos and then suddenly charge towards the position of the generals, making sure to take down all the high-ranking officials in one battle!

Remember, our first target in this battle is the enemy's command system, and only then is the enemy's organization. We don't seek to kill the most enemy soldiers, and our more than a thousand people cannot defeat tens of thousands of government troops.

Don't fight too long, don't stay too long.

Even if we don't achieve much tonight, we still have a large force waiting behind us!"

After Su La finished speaking, he reserved a minute for the captains to convey the tactical plan to their teammates.

"Any questions?" Sula turned on the voice and asked.

"no problem!"

The eight captains spoke in unison, and even Lin Dengwan and others who were undercover in the camp spoke up and responded that everything was ready.

"Alright!" Su La glanced at his brother, who had just logged off and returned. The latter whispered something to him. Su La immediately said, "It's four o'clock in the morning. I'll give you half an hour to take your positions. At four-thirty, the first echelon will launch a feint attack on time!"

At Sula's command, hundreds of players stood up from their crouching and squatting positions.

The 300 people in the first echelon worked in groups and bypassed the officers and soldiers' camp one after another to reach the designated location.

Storm Rat stood quietly behind a large tree and quietly took off the two battle axes behind him.

He felt the blood in his body gradually getting hot, his hands were trembling, and the murderous intent that had poured into his heart was rampaging in his blood vessels.

The camp of officers and soldiers was silent, and the occasional sounds of horse hooves and snorts seemed particularly harsh. The eight hundred ambush troops took their positions, like a group of night wolves with glowing eyes slowly emerging from the woods.

"Four twenty-nine." The commander's voice conveyed to the captain again.

Shushu, who was in the first echelon, couldn't help but start counting down: fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven——

He felt as if he was on New Year's Eve when he met his childhood sweetheart. That day, he held her hand and walked on the crowded street, his heart beating faster, his blood boiling, and he felt like the happiest person in the world.

Just as he was now gripping the two battle axes, the handles were almost embedded in his palms.

When the third flare shot whistled through the air, the players in the first echelon rushed out quickly.

The blast of arrows through the air instantly startled the outermost sentries of the government army. However, just as they realized the enemy attack, they saw a group of black shadows with white cloth strips tied on their foreheads and arms swarming towards them.

In particular, the two bandits with ferocious faces completely ignored the swords and spears stabbing from the sentries and the arrows shot from the wall. They were focused on crashing into the wall, then lighting the fuse of the gunpowder bags in their arms and shouting, "Heaven punishes the false Ming!"

There was a loud bang, and the temporary low wall of the camp was blown up by the powerful impact, tearing open two gaps that were very close to each other.

Shushu kicked away the wreckage that had been blown up, and the two iron axes collided in front of his chest. "Kill!"

(End of this chapter)