Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 97 Here they come

In the morning, the two sides began to deploy their troops.

The retainers and militia organized their weapons and equipment, and under the command of the horns and drums, they quickly formed into small squads and squares, and walked to their respective positions in an orderly manner.

Li Mu divided his position into several parts.

The player's troops are placed in front of the right side of the militia line. Compared with the main force, their position is like a grain of food dropped outside the cat food bowl.

They petitioned Li Mu, hoping to get closer to the bandits. They were not afraid of being surrounded and annihilated in a fight, as long as they could have a good fight.

Along with the players who revived in other battlefields, some of the Huguang guerrillas who quickly returned, and the production team that was temporarily transferred by Li Mu—

There are nearly six hundred players acting as spearheads.

Six hundred guards were concentrated in the center and right side, and more than two thousand militiamen held the left wing and center.

The remaining two hundred servants were placed on the left side to guard the artillery position.

This time, Li Mu carried a total of four 6-pound copper cannons and two 8-pound iron cannons with thick barrels and iron hoops. The "chariot formation" constructed by horse-drawn carriages protected the wings and back of the artillery formation.

It was a bit cold in southern Henan in winter. Li Mu plundered the spoils stored in the warehouse and spent money on emergency purchases from the tailor shop, and only then was he able to barely scrape together 30% of the winter clothes for the soldiers.

Soldiers who really couldn't get winter clothes would wear a few more ordinary cloth clothes to keep warm.

Even though everyone was wearing winter clothes or multiple layers of cloth, they were still so cold that they wanted to stamp their feet.

Seeing the details of the soldiers stamping their feet, Li Mu immediately ordered some militiamen to set up piles of firewood around the position and light them.

Although the air was still howling with cold wind, the bonfire raised the ambient temperature, and everyone formed a dense square to keep warm, and it gradually became less uncomfortable.

Li Mu dismounted and walked to the front, raising his telescope to look at the enemy's position.

Tens of thousands of bandits lazily gathered together and were roughly divided into several parts according to the types of infantry. There were very few decent cavalry, and all of them were riding teams such as donkeys and mules.

Through the telescope, Li Mu saw a dozen men riding war horses out of the formation. One of them held the reins and jogged back and forth in front of the formation.

The rider raised his arms and roared, then raised his sword and pointed it at Li Mu's army.

Even though Li Mu couldn't hear the distant sounds, he could guess that the leader of the Tiger Camp was giving a pre-war speech.

As the leader turned his horse around and joined the formation, the troops of the Tiger Camp immediately roared fiercely.

The slogans shouted by tens of thousands of people gathered into a raging wave. Even Li Mu, who was separated from the entire battlefield, could hear them clearly.

"Rob money, rob food, rob women!"

Sure enough, it was these three classic things again. Li Mu thought to himself that even if he had the moral values ​​of a modern person, if he were poor and had nothing, he would probably fight for these three things.

The enemy's roar echoed on the battlefield. The militiamen around him looked at Li Mu one after another, and the servants in charge of the flank also cast their eyes on him.

Even the players in the front row cast their attention, and those expectant eyes seemed to be saying, "Do you want to say a few warm words to boost morale?"

Li Muxin said that he couldn't speak before he traveled through time. Before being tempered by the peasant army in this life, he was still a socially anxious person who didn't dare to show up in front of too many strangers...

That’s all.

Li Mu put away the telescope and put it into the leather cylinder on the horse's flank.

Never mind. After all, I am the commander of more than 3,000 people, so I have to say a few words even if I have to bite the bullet.

Li Mu walked slowly towards the center of the army with a nervous mood. He tried hard to think of his speech during the short journey.

When he chose an open space with close proximity on all sides and was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the eager gazes of the militia and servants casting at him.

A pair of stern eyes were mixed with confusion, seeking guidance.

They are like a boat drifting on the sea in the dead of night. When they open their eyes and look around, they see only the dark sea, longing for the light of a lighthouse to guide them in the right direction...

Li Mu suddenly realized that he had become the spiritual pillar of every servant and militiaman.

Everyone's food, clothing, and the only channel for crossing classes, and even the gaming experience of gamers, all depend on him.

If I die in battle, can the servants and militia still maintain their current relatively well-fed life?

Maybe, maybe not.

But one thing is clear, Li Mu's life is no longer his own.

Ever since the players were summoned, Li Mu, who was obsessed with power and strategy, felt as if he had been dealt a heavy blow.

He realized that the invisible responsibility was concretely placed on his shoulders.

Perhaps someone else in his position would do better than him, but he knew that since he was here, he had to take on this responsibility.

He cannot live just for himself, but also for these soldiers and their families, and for all the people under his protection who are eager to have enough food.

So that more poor people like this can have enough food to eat!

"Brothers!" As soon as Li Mu opened his mouth, more soldiers turned their eyes to him.

“Among the brothers present here are servants who have been fighting alongside me for half a year, and local militiamen who only picked up spears two months ago.

I know that each of you lives in poverty. If your family is well-off, no one would be willing to be a dangerous warrior who eats food!"

“Maybe I can pray to the gods for blessings, but those gods have never responded to any wishes of mortals.

Perhaps I should recount heroic deeds from ancient and modern times, but the fact that you warriors stood with me, facing the vicious bandits a thousand paces away, is enough to make me proud of each and every one of you! Li Mu pointed northward, "Behind us is our hometown, where our loved ones are waiting for us to return home!"

"The bandits on the other side want to kill you and your brothers, both in front and behind. They will step over your corpses and rush to your hometown to burn, kill, and loot, and bully your wives and children. They will continue to ride on your heads and make you work like slaves!"

"I don't care where you came from, whether you were a soldier, a bricklayer, a tenant farmer, or a former slave in the landlord's house!"

Li Mu yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Today, I won't judge you by your origins! I won't judge you by your past! I only want each of you to fight like wild beasts! Let our flesh and blood form a solid human wall to stop the bandits who intend to invade our homeland!

Even if we fight to the very end, I, Li Mu, will fight alongside you!"

"Brothers! Fight to the death!" Li Mu drew his sword and shouted.

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

The brothers raised their spears and swords, roaring in unison, their high morale transforming into more than 3,000 ferocious beasts roaring on the battlefield.

The militiamen secretly clenched their weapons. In the past, they were just weeds that were trampled on by the masters at will.

The masters enslaved them harshly, trampled on their dignity, and never regarded them as living people different from livestock.

The masters are arrogant, dissolute, hypocritical, and take it for granted that they exploit the hard-earned money they earn from working day and night.

Both of them are human beings with two hands and two feet, one nose and two eyes, who can feel pain and laugh, but their living conditions are so different, just like humans and animals.

They were once so tired and hungry that they fainted at home and neglected a day's farm work, and would be beaten or scolded in return.

Now their situation has changed.

They had enough food to eat, lived in warm barracks, and wore well-made cloth clothes and shoes.

The sufficient monthly allowance meant that the family and children no longer went hungry, and the skinny arms and thighs of the elderly and children gradually became fleshy.

All of this is the wonderful new life brought by Mr. Li.

Now the enemy is coming again.

The brutal enemy wanted to turn them back into "gray cattle" who toiled tirelessly in the fields, squeezed their time, took away most of the fruits of their labor, and turned their wives and children into "two-legged cattle" who would be slaves for generations!
In the past, they were powerless to resist and could only bow their heads and endure, suffering pain and humiliation day and night. They even forgot that they should be angry and could only blame their bad luck.

But it’s different now!
They had spears, wooden shields, steel knives, maces, bird guns, cannons...

If the enemy is still determined to enslave them, then let the powerful masters and bandits see clearly that these once lowly peasants and slaves are not without temper.

When they can no longer tolerate it and have no way to retreat, they can still roar out endless anger.

Whoever dares to take away our beautiful life will have to taste the angry roar that weeds also have!

"fire!"

Following Li Mu's order, the artillery position suddenly spewed out thick white smoke after a brief silence.

The first shot of the solid ball whizzed past overhead and slammed into the bandits' position.

Ding Yiman was shocked. Master Li was just a wealthy local tycoon, but he had artillery that only government troops had!

He thought something was wrong and quickly ordered his confidants to urge his men to charge out.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Having learned the lessons of "adding fuel" and "underestimating the enemy", Ding Yiman no longer underestimated Master Li's death squad. He immediately sent out 70% of his combat power, a total of 24,000 soldiers and horses to attack from three sides.

Since the quality of the soldiers cannot determine victory, we will just rely on the human wave to "drown" that kid named Li.

More than 20,000 people conserved their energy and marched quickly. Even Ding Yiman's small "cavalry team" of a thousand men riding inferior horses, donkeys and mules were sent out by him with a wave of his hand.

Although the first shot from the bronze cannon failed to kill anyone, the artilleryman, who was born as a servant and was taught the technique by the player himself, quickly corrected the angle of the cannon based on the landing point of the cannonball observed through the telescope.

"Boom boom boom!"

This time, it was a chorus of bronze cannons, along with a thick-barreled iron cannon for test firing.

Four solid bullets whizzed in.

One ball flew over the bandit's head and hit the heavy infantry in the back row. Two balls crashed into the dense crowd and cut them indiscriminately. One ball hit the spearman column behind the archers, killing several people on the spot.

It hit the ground and bounced back, killing or injuring more than a dozen people in the column. Six people died on the spot and four suffered varying degrees of impact injuries.

"Ahhh!" The wounded soldier whose arm was broken by the shell fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

The bandits, whose morale was shaken, only took a few steps back before being hacked to death by their leader who came rushing over.

"Those who retreat will die!"

The supervisory team wore cloth armor and held steel knives and axes in their hands. They looked for cowardly minions who had no fighting spirit and would kill anyone who stopped to move forward.

When they rushed to a distance visible to the naked eye, the bandits in the front row discovered that the infantry phalanx standing at the forefront was actually in a "protruding position" far away from the friendly forces.

Artillery shells whizzed overhead, and the temporary captain commanding the players on the front line roared orders.

"javelin!"

(End of this chapter)