Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 87 You are plotting against me, the traitor!

A javelin flew over his head and pierced the chest of the sentry in front. Shu Shu rushed forward quickly, raised his axe and knocked the seriously injured soldier over with one blow.

The teammates behind him rushed forward and each chose the nearest tent to go in and fight.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The crackling noise exploded in my ears. It turned out that a group of idiots were lighting firecrackers along the way and throwing them into tents and carriages to start fires.

Shushu saw a soldier wearing only a single layer of clothing coming out of the tent with a knife in his hand, and he was secretly glad that he had arrived at the right time.

"Ahhh!" He rushed forward with a strange roar. One axe hit his neck and another axe embedded in his chest. The splattering blood sprayed all over his face.

This was not the end yet. Shushu heard chaotic shouting coming from a nearby tent. Knowing that the sleeping officers and soldiers had been awakened, he immediately rushed into the tent with a bloody axe and started killing them.

It was the early morning hours, the time for deep sleep. The government troops had barely opened their eyes when they heard the explosion and had no time to put on their clothes when the players rushed in and hacked most of them to death.

Three more players rushed in and cooperated with Shushu to attack left and right. Even if someone caught the axe that Shushu chopped at him, he would be hacked to death by other players.

"The bandits are raiding the village!"

"Governor Li was killed!"

"We can't win! General Zuo has run away with his personal soldiers! Run! Run!"

"Ten thousand bandits are charging in!"

Authentic Henan roars were heard through the night lights. Some Henan brothers even fought desperately with the government troops while shouting to the sky, "Our army is defeated."

Someone in a combat team running outside the tent suddenly came up with a "bad idea", and his teammates all said: This is a good idea!
So they used the light of the campfire to rush straight to where the army's livestock was.

While they were hacking and killing the officers and soldiers who came out of the tent, they found a strong-looking war horse and tied firecrackers to its tail.

"The grand party has begun!"

Players who came up with good ideas opened their arms to embrace the night sky. Dozens of firecrackers exploded one after another. The instantaneous light produced by the crackling explosions was like a flash of light welcoming the idol, illuminating his back.

Hundreds of war horses, mules and donkeys were frightened by the loud sound of firecrackers and rushed around like crazy, first knocking away or trampling to death all the members of the ignition team who frightened the war horses.

Brother Dianzi was knocked away by a warhorse and rolled in the sky like he was on a roller coaster. He fell heavily to the ground and broke his cervical vertebrae. He died less than an hour after entering the battle.

Although his death was cheap, he saved the handsome selfie of himself watching the explosion, showing the spirit of "a real man never looks back."

For him, all the preparations for such a cool moment are worth it. Even if the game officials ask for a hundred dollars for printing, he is happy to do it.

The players who were throwing firecrackers around accidentally caused a big fire. Dozens or even hundreds of tents were set on fire one after another by firecrackers and torches. The late autumn evening breeze blew and spread the fire.

The blazing tents were like torches reaching into the sky, lighting up the army camp as bright as day, and could be seen even at night from miles away.

The whistling of war horses, the howling of civilians, the wails of soldiers awakened from dreams, the curses of elite warriors, the urgent shouts of cavalrymen as they ran to tell each other, all these sounds and chaos swept up in the waves of fire like a flaming war song.

"The first echelon's feint attack was very successful, the enemy camp is on fire!" "Sula" shouted excitedly.

He drew his sword and shouted to the sky, "Second echelon, follow me!"

The dense shouts and screams attracted people's attention, and the flames that pierced their eyes blurred their judgment.

The news of the "beggar bandits' night attack" spread quickly, even though the generals of each department woke up immediately and summoned their personal soldiers.

However, the camp of tens of thousands of troops stretched for miles, and even in normal circumstances, giving orders had to wait for the riders to deliver the orders.

At the moment, there were fire and shouts everywhere. I didn't know whether it was firecrackers or bird guns that exploded one after another. Even if there were messengers, they would be strangled to death by the bandits who broke into the camp.

Everyone was screaming and running for their lives, and the experienced and mellow Henan dialect shouted that the bandits were attacking at night.

"The King of Hell has sent me to collect heads!"

Crazy players spread death everywhere. Some felt that the night raids were not exciting and crazy enough, so they set their whole bodies on fire, like a fire demon descending to the earth, roaring and setting fire to the tents and fodder along the way, and even rushing into the dense crowd to scare them.

The government army camp with tens of thousands of people was in a state of unrest, especially the local militia and militiamen with poor discipline, who fled without even a single counterattack.

The collective fear was like a dam opening, releasing a torrent of water.

Even the officers and soldiers who were able to remain rational, without mobile phones for instant messaging and unable to get news to calm their panic, were defeated by the panic atmosphere of the general environment.

Some elite soldiers were swept away by the fleeing militia without even putting on their armor.

The chaotic collapse spread from the outside inward, gradually converging into several unstoppable torrents of people, jumping in different directions like dancing soybeans on a hot pot.

The flames in the camp filled the entire visual field, making it difficult for people to see the dim objects in front of them. They pushed and bumped into each other in panic.

Countless people were knocked down and then trampled to death by the crowd that followed.

"Boom boom boom——"

The thunderous sound of horse hooves came one after another, and the frightened livestock ran wildly, crushing any two-legged creatures that blocked their way.

"Eh ha!" Some players who can ride horses seized the opportunity and jumped onto the horse's back in one step.

They bit the reins in their mouths, held their swords in one hand and iron axes in the other, and rode their horses and killed like elite cavalry, following the frightened livestock to destroy one tent after another.

The soldiers inside the tents had no time to flee before they were knocked down and thrown by the horses, mules, and donkeys, then crushed to death under their hooves. The sounds of broken bones and ruptured stomachs echoed one after another. "Third echelon, charge!" Su La, caught in the melee, issued his final command of the battle, and then fell silent.

……

Zuo Liangyu, who was in the military tent, had already been awakened by the terrifying noise. He quickly sat up and reached for his sword.

Zuo Liangyu listened attentively. The faint cries and sounds of bird gunfire outside the camp became clearer and clearer. He concluded that they were facing a night attack by bandits.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps as several trusted servants rushed into the tent. "Great Marshal, this is bad! Bandits are coming! Someone is shouting that Governor Li has been killed."

Ah!
The sudden bad news hit Zuo Liangyu like a bolt from the blue. He felt a surge of heat from his heart to his head, and all sleepiness disappeared immediately!

However, in just one month, two governors and ministers died. These beggars are really a more difficult and powerful enemy than the rebels!

"Hurry up, Marshal! It will be too late if you don't leave now!"

Without waiting for the Marshal to make a judgment, the confidant carried Zuo Liangyu and ran out, not caring that the Marshal was only wearing a single piece of clothing and didn't even have time to put on his shoes.

Zuo Liangyu and his party hurriedly stepped out of the tent. Several mad horses were roaring past them, and they hit a soldier with a bulging pocket hard. The strong impact knocked him away, and the white silver coins were scattered all over the ground.

Unfortunately, all the nearby war horses, mules and donkeys were frightened and fled, and even the horses prepared for the Marshal were nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Zuo Liangyu running to!" Dozens of players ran all the way and finally caught up with the target before Zuo Liangyu escaped.

The sudden appearance of the bandits frightened Zuo Liangyu so much that his heart almost stopped beating. It seemed as if all the blood in his body was pulled back to his heart in an instant, and his hands, feet and limbs became numb and weak due to lack of blood.

His eyes widened, and an inexplicable fear enveloped his heart. His camp was located deep in the main camp, and the bandits could actually rush here directly.

Could it be that the governor and other generals were beheaded by the bandits in a night attack?

"Marshal, go first, we will cover your retreat!" The personal soldiers who were fed with silver by Zuo Liangyu held their knives to their chests, roared and rushed towards the bandits who were blocking the road.

"Good boy! Let's meet up on the north bank!"

Zuo Liangyu did not show any shyness. He left a word and ran towards the ferry with his sword in hand.

But before he had taken a hundred steps, he was attracted by a flash of light. He was startled, and the survival instinct from years of fighting prompted him to stop and dodge sideways.

Sure enough, he dodged a sharp arrow that came from the side.

"Buffalo Charge!"

Suddenly, a muscular man rushed out from the side. His hard skull seemed to be covered with a layer of iron sheet. It hit Zuo Liangyu's lower back hard, almost breaking his kidney.

After all, Zuo Liangyu was a veteran who had spent half his life in the military. Although he was hit in the waist by a blow, he still retreated half a step and stood firm under the stimulation of adrenaline.

While the enemy was still trying to adjust his posture, he gripped his sword tightly and slashed it diagonally, directly cutting off the bandit's left hand.

"Ahhh! My left hand! My king's power!"

"Bison" cried out in pain while holding his severed hand, but another friend pointed out his mistake on the spot, "The King's Hand is the right hand, you're crying at the wrong grave, you fake fan!"

"Ah! I even cut the wrong hand! Damn Zuo Liangyu, he even cut off the wrong hand!"

Upon hearing this, Bison's painful expression instantly subsided into a curse and resentment as if his wallet had been stolen by a thief.

Zuo Liangyu was shocked at the time. He thought that the other party would roll on the ground crying and holding his injured hand, and instantly lose the ability to continue fighting.

However, to his surprise, the pain of the bandit with the broken hand seemed fake, and he could still swing the mace as if nothing had happened.

He wasn't in pain? Zuo Liangyu was stunned. The man's left hand had been completely severed, blood gushing out, yet he didn't cry out in pain after just a moment?

As if feeling a resonance of pain, Zuo Liangyu felt a stinging pain in his feet. Looking down, he found that his feet, which were only covered with socks, were already mostly soaked in blood.

"Zuo Liangyu has fought for half his life. Don't fight him alone. Come on together!" Several more players walked out of the dim shadows and bathed in the towering flames.

Seeing several bandits surrounding and attacking him, Zuo Liangyu swung his sword to block and fight back. He stabbed a bandit in the stomach and back. Just as he was about to draw his sword to fight back, he found that the bandit he stabbed was holding his wrist tightly.

"Hehe, Zuo Liangyu, come to hell with me!" The bandit sprayed blood all over the man's face, leaned forward and bit Zuo Liangyu's ear.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Zuo Liangyu felt pain rushing into his head, and then he was stabbed into his abdomen and chest by a short spear and a sharp knife.

"The enemy general's head has been captured!"

A proud roar spread out in all directions. The governor, who had fled the camp in a panic, vaguely heard the roar, but he did not stop.

The bandits' night attack caught him off guard. The only senior military officer still with him was General Chen Hongfan, some middle and lower-level civil and military officials, and a few elite personal soldiers.

Even the three Lin brothers from Lijiazhai.

If the three of them had not discovered the bandits' night attack in time, rushed to the tent to escort the governor to escape, and slashed and killed several bandits who surrounded them, he would probably have been killed by the bandits.

Even so, Governor Li was not having an easy time. He was hit by an arrow in the knee and had been carried around by the three Lin brothers in turn.

(End of this chapter)