Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 96: The Lonely Death Warrior

When the three pieced-together bodies were placed in front of him, Ding Yiman, the leader of the Tiger Camp, was extremely shocked.

He fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood for years, and his achievement of leading tens of thousands of people today was not due to ghosts, gods or monsters, but to his own sword and his devoted brothers.

But the "miracle" witnessed by tens of thousands of people today was not an illusion, but a real reality - he could still smell the bloody stench coming from the three corpses.

Ding Yiman, who did not believe in gods, Buddhas, demons, or monsters, began to waver.

He racked his brains to think about what the flying evil spirit was, where it came from, and why it could carry a heavy "humanoid creature" into the sky?
Why did these three "terrible upright apes" not fear life and death and resolutely jump off the "spherical kite" just to kill more than a dozen people with "thunder and fire bombs"?
Who are these three?

Birds can fly because they are light, and their wings are enough to support them. Kites work the same way, relying on the wind to support them from below to soar.

Even a Kongming lantern is shaped like a small lantern, but this "kite" is huge.

This evil spirit is carrying at least three strong men. How strong a wind would it take to lift three strong men so high in the air?!

Is it possible that there really is a technique to fly with a sword?

Some of his subordinates speculated that these were troops from Lijiazhai, but Ding Yiman rejected this speculation on the spot.

Even if Lijiazhai had flying demons and these brave warriors who were determined to die, how could they still suffer a crushing defeat in the Battle of Huainan?

I heard that the 800 men were almost wiped out, with only about 100 left, who fled in disgrace with the governor.

But if it wasn’t the people from Lijiazhai, why did the “flying monster” attack the Tiger Camp?

Ding Yiman said that he had recently had some unpleasantness with the Gezuo Fifth Battalion, and he knew very well that the Gezuo Fifth Battalion did not have such a flying ability.

The other party also revealed to him that they wanted to cooperate with the powerful Beggar Army to become bigger and stronger, and they had no time to launch a surprise attack on him.

It can't be that he is a bandit from some mountain village, right?

Ding Yiman's doubts only lasted for a day and a half. On the morning of the third day, the "cavalry team" he sent to explore the way ahead suddenly rode back to report that they had discovered the whereabouts of enemy soldiers ahead and were attacking the main army.

"!" Boss Ding trembled all over when he heard this, and immediately ordered everyone to stop and prepare for battle.

But when he asked the spies about the number of enemy soldiers, he got the answer of one hundred.

"A hundred people?"

Ding Yiman suspected that he had heard it wrongly, and after confirming again and again, he realized that there were indeed only a hundred enemy soldiers.

Instead of lying quietly in the ravine and waiting for an opportunity to strike, the one hundred men had to face the challenge head-on and attack the Tiger Camp of tens of thousands of people.

Are you crazy trying to stop a chariot with your bare hands?
These one hundred people were indeed crazy, but in a moment they appeared at the end of the Tiger Camp soldiers' sight.

Ding Yiman, riding on horseback, looked into the distance. One hundred enemy soldiers were blocking the road ahead, like an apple placed at the gate.

He looked back at his troops who were gradually gathering and forming into battle stances, like densely packed watermelons filling the hall.

"With only a hundred men, you are really courting death." He waved his hand and sent three hundred soldiers to fight.

Let the victory of annihilating these hundred people erase the shadow brought by the "Flying Evil Spirit".

"kill!"

Three hundred bandit infantrymen advanced quickly, and when they reached two hundred steps, they trotted with strange roars, and then sped up and sprinted within a hundred steps.

The scene of hundreds of people running was like a mad bull running, with countless legs stepping on the ground and raising dust.

Although the valley passage is narrow and difficult to navigate, it is wide enough for thousands of people to launch a horizontal attack.

These three hundred veteran soldiers, who could be considered to have medium combat effectiveness in the Tiger Camp, could easily defeat bandits that were three times their number, let alone a mere one hundred people.

Just as the Tiger Battalion soldiers rushed to the front, the leader of the hundred men shouted, "Shields!"

"Roar!" One hundred warriors roared and gathered together as if they had been electrocuted.

They changed from a horizontal column to a square formation, forming a tight and square square formation.

The soldiers in the front row calmly held up their shields and swords, while the spears in the back quickly stabbed out through the gaps between friendly forces, and the soldiers holding bows and crossbows were already ready.

"Shoot!" The leader of the centurion roared to the sky, and javelins and crossbows stabbed out in unison.

Dozens of bandits fell to the ground, and the subsequent bandits could not restrain the inertia of the charge and slammed heavily into the phalanx shield wall.

Swords clanged against shields, and the Centuriae, like a cross between a hedgehog and a porcupine, thrust out their spears and sharp knives.

"Ahhhh!" The bandits' tragic cries of pain resounded throughout the earth.

Even when surrounded and attacked by enemies several times their number, this group of a hundred warriors remained calm, retracted their spears and swords at their own pace, and continued to thrust forward.

In the warrior's vision, blood of various colors splashed along the wounds caused by the weapons.

In the first wave of confrontation, dozens of bandits were killed one after another. Those who were stabbed in the stomach and chest fell to the ground and rolled around screaming in pain.

The disparity in organization between the enemy and our side soon became apparent. The warriors watched their allies die in silence, then resolutely stepped forward to fill the vacant positions.

There were no cries of grief for teammates, no whimpers of fear of death, only ruthless, mechanical, and active thrusts of the weapons in their hands, and then retracting them with blood.

"Kill the enemy!" The occasional shouts of encouragement were among the few voices of the warrior phalanx.

The bandits were shocked by the rapidly rising casualties. Many of them were pushed aside and no longer dared to attack the phalanx. One unlucky man was shot in the shoulder by a crossbow arrow fired by the phalanx. He accidentally fell to the ground. He subconsciously looked around and saw that all of them were brothers killed by the phalanx.

There was even one person with a ferocious expression, his eyes wide open, tears of blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, as if he died with his eyes open.

"Ahhh!"

The injured bandits could no longer suppress their fear and fled backwards screaming. The others were also infected by the feeling of failure and retreated in groups of three or five.

Three hundred veteran soldiers attacked a phalanx of only a hundred men, but were forced to flee in panic?
Ding Yiman just felt that everyone was stupid and that a good performance to boost morale was ruined.

"Go! Kill them!"

Ding Yiman no longer had any hope of luck or showing off his skills, and sent two thousand men to attack the one hundred men.

Even though two thousand people surrounded the enemy troops, they could not attack together to exert their maximum combat power. After all, there were only so many footholds on the four sides of the small square formation.

However, they can surround the enemy first and slowly use bows and crossbows to consume the enemy's manpower.

Just as the archers were firing the third round, the besieged centurions suddenly dropped their shields, shouted "Fight for the Emperor," and rushed towards the enemy in close combat.

Even if the steel swords of some warriors were cut off, they would still fly to the ears of the bandits and tear off a piece of their ears.

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

The other players were infected by their brothers' madness and turned into zombies. If they had weapons, they would stab the enemy's body. If they didn't have weapons, they would smash it with their helmets and hit the head with the gravel they picked up from the ground.

Even if the bandits' weapons pierce the chest, the player must try his best to tear the flesh with his teeth, making his mouth full of blood and flesh.

"Who else!" A player covered in blood let out a thunderous roar. His mouth and nose were covered in blood, and he looked like a terrifying man-eating demon.

The soldiers of the Tiger Battalion, who clearly had the advantage in numbers, did not dare to move forward, and the bandits in the front row were exhausted both physically and mentally.

This group of people, with blood all over their mouths and wounds on their bodies, and some even had their arms and legs chopped off, still insisted on fighting, and had no idea what death was.

Even some veteran bandits who had fought for many years could not withstand such crazy and desperate fighting style.

No matter how brave and skilled an old soldier is, he will be pounced upon by a madman and will never be able to kill him. Even if he kills the enemy completely, he will still be deeply wounded.

This life-and-death fight with flesh and blood flying everywhere was several times more brutal than any battle they had fought before!
Not until these "crazy" hundred men were exhausted to death did the Tiger Camp win a difficult victory and captured three tongues alive.

Ding Yiman rode his horse closer and looked at the messy battlefield with broken limbs flying everywhere. He couldn't help but sigh that this battle was really brutal.

He underestimated the enemy in the first battle and made the big mistake of adding fuel to the fire. Even though he was later supplemented with superior forces, he still paid a heavy price.

More than 2,000 people successively besieged a mere 100 people, but suffered more than 200 casualties.

This means that to eliminate these one hundred people, the Tiger Battalion will have to pay two and a half times the price, either injured or dead.

If there were thousands of such fierce and powerful men standing in front of him, his tens of thousands of "righteous soldiers" would be on the verge of collapse before they could defeat the enemy, and they might even be defeated without being able to win.

The old soldier who was present at the battle reported with fear.

These warriors tried their best to squeeze out every muscle and broken bone in their bodies. Some of them picked up their broken arms and used them as short spears to kill the enemy.

It's like a mad dog that won't let go of its target unless it dies completely.

Ding Yiman felt creepy just by listening to the detailed description, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He wondered what kind of evildoer had he angered.

He came to several captured people and interrogated them. Those people looked down at him with condescending expressions, as if they were looking at a group of losers.

The "tongue" was frank and confident, saying that he was a loyal soldier under the command of Master Li in Lijiazhai. This time he went south to meet the bandits from the Tiger Camp in order to "repay the enemy with an eye for an eye" and to repay the bandits for disrupting the market in Lijiazhai that day.

"Are you that boy's soldiers?"

"Just wait, there are more people like us who are not afraid of death, just waiting to kill you, hahahahahaha——"

The assassin threw his head back and laughed loudly, and that terrifying laughter seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and the earth.

"Here they come, they are coming." Another assassin uttered a terrifying word as if possessed by an evil spirit.

The three suppressed assassins suddenly jumped up, two of them were killed on the spot by the guards, and the other one pounced on the nearest bandit and bit his neck.

No matter how the bandits behind him attacked, he held on to his neck and refused to let go.

There was a "swish" sound, and blood spurted out from the carotid artery. The assassin actually killed another hero from the Tiger Camp before he died.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Ding Yi's mind, and a strong sense of fear filled his chest, as if it was blocked by a huge rock.

Lijiazhai was surprisingly well hidden, housing such crazy and brave warriors. Only a hundred of them dared to fight against the enemy and killed so many people.

Here they come.

The dying whisper of the assassin lingered in Ding Yiman's ears for a long time.

Finally, he encountered the main force of Lijiazhai in the early morning two days later.

They're really here.

(End of this chapter)