Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 94 What to do if the enemy soldiers come to attack

When the "Tiger Camp" envoys and the small vendor were brought before Li Mu, they were all beaten black and blue. Several strong men's hands and feet were smashed into a bloody mess, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

The messengers' hands were tied behind their waists and their ankles were tied with hemp ropes, so they could only move forward by hopping.

Seeing Li Mu sitting in the center, the envoys showed a complex expression of astonishment, confusion and fear - they did not expect that the head of Lijiazhai was so young.

With their mouths stuffed with dirty rags, the strong men made urgent whining sounds.

The players each held down the agitated strong men tightly. Even though the messengers were completely tied up and forced to kneel on the ground, the players still felt unsafe.

Li Mu raised his eyelids and looked at the injured people with disdain, as if he was looking at a group of dying people.

“Let them talk.”

The player pressed down on the messenger's shoulders and pulled the rag out of his mouth.

The messengers were nauseated by the dirty rags and began to retch and cough violently.

The merchant started begging for mercy and crying, claiming that his wife and children were captured by this group of criminals and were threatening him to cause damage in Lijiazhai, preferably something that would ruin his reputation.

Li Mu did not kill him, but sentenced him to do hard labor in the mines for several years, and asked the police player to bring some militia to rescue his wife and children.

The merchant immediately stopped crying and laughed, and kowtowed desperately to thank Mr. Li for not killing him.

Seeing the vendors being dragged out, a strong man whose hands and feet were severely injured still held his head high, looking as if he was not afraid even if he was killed or cut into pieces.

"I've heard for a while that there's a group of people active in the Luotian and Yingshan areas. You and I have always kept our distance. Why are you entering my village and plotting to harm us?"

The sturdy man spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said jokingly, "They say that the militiamen under Mr. Li's command in the mall are honest and inflexible. Today's test shows that they are indeed worthy of their reputation."

Li Mu said calmly, "Slap your face."

The player immediately took action, slamming the iron-clad big palm down on the burly man's face, like a hammer striking him hard, once, twice...

The teeth that were knocked out by the impact flew out with blood foam, and the cheeks and lips that were cut by the iron pieces were bleeding.

As more and more blood splattered on the ground, the man who pretended to be tough was beaten dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud, fainting.

The other strong men obviously did not have much courage and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Some are as timid as mice, while others are fearless. "Since I dare to come, I am not afraid of your torture methods. Come on! If I frown, I will be your grandson!"

The third brave man was forced to kneel down by his shoulders, but he still tried to straighten his upper body, as if to show his bravery and courage.

"My commander-in-chief has recently recruited many outlaws and is in need of money. If you hand over a few copper and iron mines and offer 10,000 dan of grain as tribute, my commander-in-chief will be in a good mood and will not bring 100,000 brothers to trouble you."

Li Mu's heart moved when he heard this. This person did not mention the Ge Zuo Wuying, which meant that only the Menghuying Camp was eyeing the Li family's wealth.

The mountain valley is small and cannot support 100,000 soldiers and civilians.

If the Five Battalions of the Gezuo Army, which was entrenched in Hubei, Henan, and Anhui, also got involved and their numbers swelled to nearly 100,000, Li Mu would find it difficult to deal with and would probably order the "Beggar Army" to temporarily shelve the Ru'ning strategy and force a march back to resist these so-called righteous soldiers.

But at the moment, there is only one enemy soldier. The Tiger Battalion has at most 30,000 to 40,000 people, including thousands of bandits, tens of thousands of militiamen and their families.

"According to what you said, if I don't give you a cent, your commander-in-chief will bring his troops to destroy my village?"

"Oh, these days, if you have soldiers, you're the boss. Even the imperial court has to give you some respect. If you don't have soldiers, you're the soldiers' granary. I advise you to think carefully about the people in this village. Otherwise, if you destroy the village and leave no one alive, you won't have the chance to buy your way out of the disaster."

"Let's do it." Li Mu snapped his fingers.

The order was like the arrival of the devil of terror, frightening these strong men so much that they shuddered all over.

Some people were prepared to be killed, some began to beg for mercy frantically, and all kinds of messy and meaningless words came out of their mouths.

A dozen players brought buckets of clean water, and the players guarding the messenger knocked the strong men to the ground one by one, making them put their hands behind their waists and their heads facing upwards.

The player wearing a cloth mask sat down, pressing down on the sturdy man's legs and chest.

Several players threw dirty towels into the bucket to soak them, and then covered the strong man's face with them.

The faces of several strong men were covered, and there was darkness in front of them. They felt confused and uneasy in their hearts, but they could still breathe fresh air through the wet towels.

The strong men immediately realized how simple yet effective this torture was.

The player picked up a wooden ladle and scooped up some clean water, then slowly poured it between the messenger's nose and mouth. At first, the messenger felt no discomfort, but as the water flow increased and the amount of water increased, the strong men could no longer breathe enough air.

Some people choose to hold their breath to the end, or drink all the water, but no matter how long they hold their breath or how much water they drink, it cannot replenish the oxygen that the body craves.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over him rapidly. Driven by the instinct of survival, the strong man struggled desperately to kick his legs, but he was suppressed by the armored players and could not avoid washing his face with clean water.

"How many soldiers and civilians do you have? Are there any accomplices hiding around the camp? You didn't come here to discuss your strengths before, so why are you here to cause trouble today... Speak!"

Li Mu's voice echoed in the ears of the tortured man.

After giving the strong men ample time to think, the players slowly stopped the waterboarding. When they lifted the soaked towels, the strong men's distorted and shocked faces appeared.

Their faces flushed, veins on their necks bulged, and they involuntarily spat out large mouthfuls of water, then coughed violently, choking out more water in their airways.

The intense feeling of suffocation and the fear of slowly feeling death made some strong men regret acting as messengers, and they were even more afraid of enduring the hellish torture again.

The strong men's faces were covered with water droplets, and it was unclear whether they were the clean water that had just been poured on them, or the sweat that had seeped out from their intense struggle.

"Would you like to drink two more bowls of water?" A player deliberately took a bowl of water and poured it on the strong man's face.

"Ahhh!" the strong man screamed in shock. The feeling of water dripping on his face seemed to magnify the "suffocation pain" he had just suffered tenfold.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Just give me a quick death!"

The strong men told all the information they knew -

The Tiger Battalion had a total of more than 40,000 soldiers and their families. They had no artillery, but they had a few captured muskets and three-barreled guns.

There are many old soldiers in the camp who have fought for many years, at least 10,000. The combat effectiveness of the remaining militia is unknown. The strong ones are comparable to the old soldiers, and the weak ones can only keep up appearances.

The Tiger Battalion has no decent cavalry units, and the only highly mobile ones are donkeys and mules.

The Tiger Camp did have hidden spies in the town outside Lijiazhai, and the strong man told everyone he knew about them.

As for why they did not come to cause trouble for Lijiazhai in the past, it was because there was a feud between the Tiger Battalion and the Gezuo Fifth Battalion, and they were wary of the other side fighting against them.

Only after the Gezuo Fifth Battalion moved to another location did they gain a firm foothold.

At this time, someone informed the Tiger Camp: the Lijiazhai soldiers suffered heavy losses in the battle against the bandits, and were in a state of emptiness with plenty of money and few soldiers, so they hurried over to rob money and food.

In order to prevent these strong men from not finishing their information, Li Mu ordered another round of water torture.

It was not until the strong men revealed their secrets such as sleeping with their brothers' wives, backstabbing their leaders in battle, stealing money and food from the camp that Li Mu announced that he would give up.

Li Mu needs time to find out who leaked the information.

The enemy troops are approaching and he needs to respond in time.

It would be too easy to kill the most stubborn men with just one knife, so Li Mu chose to hand them over to the players to do whatever they wanted, but they were not allowed to pollute the environment or "disturb the people".

The remaining few entourage members who kept begging for mercy were spared for the time being, and Li Mu even asked them to help lead the way.

It is impossible to wait for the enemy to come to the door, and it is not worth destroying the surrounding workshops and laboratories even if all the enemy soldiers are killed.

Li Mu decided to take the initiative and fight the bandits head-on in the narrow valley.

"From now on, all family leave for servants and militiamen is canceled. Everyone is on wartime duty. Production and construction teams and players stationed in villages surrounding the main base will be forced to withdraw two out of three. Guerrilla players lurking nearby will return immediately...

Players who are preparing to go out with the army will take out all the hot and cold weapons in the armory, and will also take 70% of the newly produced muskets and cannons."

Li Mu estimated that he would mobilize 800 household guards, 400 players, and 2,300 militiamen.

He will personally lead 3,500 men south to fight against the Tiger Camp bandits. It is also time to test the soldiers who have been trained for many days and the power of the domestically produced artillery.

Only soldiers who have been tempered by blood and fire are true elite veterans, otherwise they are just young soldiers after training for a few years.

……

The first to set off was a team of a hundred players. Their starting point was the Black Wind Village, which was ignored by everyone but was developed into a secret stronghold by the players.

They are both a force reconnaissance team that takes the lead and a vanguard army that kills the enemy first.

This time the leader "personally leads the army", which is equivalent to moving the resurrection point to the enemy's gate. The "Fourth Calamity" can finally let go and kill and rush forward again.

Even players who died in other areas can seamlessly connect to the second battlefield through the resurrection point and enjoy crazy battles that will make your brain tremble.

Of course, strictly speaking, they were not the first group to set off, but the hot air balloon that was rising slowly over Heifengzhai.

Fortunately, winter is approaching and northwest winds are blowing across the Central Plains, allowing players to fly to the southeast with the strong winds.

During the flight, you can also control the direction of the brazier above your head, change the location of the heat source, and slightly adjust the flight trajectory of the hot air balloon.

As the hot air balloon gradually rose into the air, "Mad Bull" watched the ground gradually move away, and the originally strong friendly forces became increasingly small, much like a row of densely packed ants slowly moving forward on a mountain path.

The balloon team quickly flew over the heads of their teammates across several miles.

"Mad Cow" looked at the ground through a monocular. The mountains that rose one after another looked like a giant dragon lying on the ground and sleeping.

The river's tributaries flow through the mountains, and the scattered valleys look like a few strokes of dirt scribbled on a light green scroll.

Occasionally, he saw a dozen or so mountain villagers walking on the mountainside. Through the telescope, he could see the villagers' surprised expressions, with their mouths wide open, as if they had seen an evil spirit flying into the sky.

(End of this chapter)