Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 98: Strong men and strong women rush forward

"javelin!"

The captain, wearing chain mail, drew his javelin from the ground and slung it over his shoulder. He pressed his legs down, leaning slightly, and channeling half his body's strength into his waist and right arm.

The iron tips of two hundred javelins gleamed in the sunlight.

The player holding the javelin felt the "primordial power" surging within him reach its peak. Just as the bandits advanced thirty or forty steps, the captain roared, "Kill!"

At a command, two hundred javelins were thrown out in unison, drawing countless graceful gray arcs in the air.

It immediately fell into the bandits' group, piercing through their flesh and blood, making a muffled sound. Hundreds of bandits fell to the ground seriously injured, and the surrounding bandits ignored their teammates and continued to rush forward.

Before the bandit infantry rushed forward to engage in battle, many players threw out their second and third javelins...

Some people even tied large firecrackers to their spears. When the spears pierced the dense crowd, the loud explosion shocked the bandits for dozens of seconds.

Players scoff at military tactics, but they learn the "enchantment" tricks frame by frame.

Players said that they tied firecrackers to javelins to shock the enemy for a whole year, and they also learned a little trick to do something fun.

The bandits, who had seen the Lijiazhai death squad before, knew that the death squad was going to set up a "turtle formation" again, so they surrounded the death squad first and shot them with bows and crossbows to wear them down.

But unexpectedly, the assassins did not play by the rules this time. With a shout of "Capture the leader first, and take off the leader's head", hundreds of assassins spread out their shield formation and rushed forward with roars.

Seeing a group of ferocious "beasts" coming towards them with screams, the crossbowmen panicked for a moment.

Before they could draw their backup weapons, they were hacked to death by the players who rushed over.

The bandit's panicked crossbow bolt accidentally struck a player. The player felt a slight pain, and a surge of rage gripped his brain.

"Die to me!"

He thrust his steel knife into the bandit's abdomen, then pulled it out, sending a stream of blood flying. He stomped on the bandit's body several times to vent his anger, then followed his allies' lead and continued charging forward.

Hundreds of players breaking through from the center acted like a breakwater, blocking the enemy soldiers rushing in from the middle and even pushing them back hundreds of steps.

There were more than 20,000 soldiers and horses stretched for several miles, and without any instant communication tools for dispatching and coordination, they had no idea what was happening in the central army.

They only knew to follow the commander-in-chief's orders and charge towards the enemy camp.

Even some leaders who saw the situation clearly hesitated again and again before deciding to lead their troops to "disobey orders and return to provide assistance."

The bandits in the left, middle and right parts are like a ball of plasticine with the middle part squeezed flat.

The good offensive rhythm and formation were instantly disrupted by hundreds of assassins.

"What are they doing! What are they doing!" The handsome man on horseback punched the air angrily.

The central army had at least several thousand men, but they were forced to retreat slowly by a few hundred men, and they saw the enemy was about to pounce on them.

He had no choice but to send out 90% of his reserve troops and ordered them to use shield wall against shield wall, even if it meant using corpses as obstacles to keep the enemy soldiers out.

Even so, he still felt uneasy, and immediately sent someone to announce the reward, "Tell the men, if you kill an enemy soldier, you will be rewarded five taels! If you kill a leader, you will be rewarded twenty taels!"

The trusted general beside him was stunned when he heard this. A reward of five taels for killing an enemy! It was equivalent to several months' salary.

This is no longer an ordinary reward, but a great reward.

The Marshal's relatives couldn't help but stand up and advise that the reward should be lowered.

If we let the minions taste the sweetness, then when we need to motivate the troops in the future, no one will work hard without the reward.

"After the previous battle with the Li family's death squad, I figured it out. If we have soldiers, we should send them out. If we have money, we should spend it. If we were to be hesitant and lose the battle, all the food and money would go to that guy for nothing. If we are going to fight, we should fight hard!"

Dozens of messengers on inferior horses ran out to convey the Marshal's reward.

When the messenger shuttled between the running soldiers, shouting the Marshal's generous reward, the minions suddenly roared with excitement, howling one by one.

"Eighteen years later, I'm still a good man!"

"My head has a scar as big as a bowl!"

"Kill the enemy and seize the food!"

The bandits, stimulated by the silver, were so hot that they roared and yelled wildly, trying to speed up and get closer to the enemy line.

To the surprise of the bandits, the enemy's artillery seemed to have been silent for a while, probably because the barrel was overheated and could not fire the shells.

This conjecture quickly spread among thousands of people, and excited desires rushed through their veins, as if heavy silver had been kicked into their pockets.

However, Li Mu's artillery did not misfire. Under Li Mu's order, the artillerymen replaced the solid bullets with shotgun shells and chain bullets.

The six guns were divided into groups of two, firing shells in rotation.

As Li Mu raised his right hand, the artillery captain immediately shouted, "Fire!"

The paper shell wrapping the "iron grapes" was torn into pieces by the strong impact force and high temperature before it was ejected from the barrel.

The artillery roared heart-wrenchingly, and a barrage of shotgun shells was thrown out like an imperceptible fishing net.

Hundreds of bandit soldiers fell like wheat stalks blown down by a strong wind, and a large number of combat forces were lost in the center of the battlefield.

The chain bullets that flew out of the barrel twisted their bodies in the air like a pitch-black python, and several unlucky guys had their shoulders and necks broken, dying on the spot.

The stretched and spinning iron chains made a terrifying scream, and several people's intestines were pierced and their spines were broken.

It continued to charge forward with blood, flesh, and bones, smashing into the line of bandits without emotion, entwining, penetrating, and bluntly hitting. There was another sound of bones breaking and blood splattering.
The wounded bandits fell to the ground one after another, letting out heart-wrenching cries of pain.

The few bandits who survived in a certain area stood alone among the corpses. They were both lucky and unlucky. They were stunned by the strong impact of death and stood there in a daze, surrounded by the bodies of friendly soldiers killed by bullets and chains.

The strong smell of blood filled their nostrils, and for a moment they didn't know whether to charge forward or to run backward.

Faced with the horrifying killing weapon, some of the bandits stopped in panic.

"Looking for death!" A bandit leader who was in charge of supervising the battle rode a mule to push through the crowd, raised a big knife high, and was about to chop to death the coward who stopped.

However, when he pushed past several bandits and rushed to the front line, he found that the front was full of piles of rotten corpses.

The flowing plasma formed a wide bloody line on the ground, as if an invisible dead wall was blocking the soldiers' advance. Any creature that attempted to cross the line would be turned into flesh and blood.

A dying bandit soldier dragged his broken limbs and crawled with difficulty. His legs were smashed to pieces by shotgun pellets, and the flesh on the cross-section of the broken limbs trembled slightly as he crawled.

The supervisor was frozen, as if cursed with petrification. His mind was in a mess, almost unable to think, and thousands of people screamed and fled.

However, thousands of bandits outside the coverage of the barrage had no time to identify the situation of friendly forces in other directions, and just rushed to the front of the enemy line.

"Ahhh!"

The bandits never dreamed that the enemy had scattered caltrops strung together with thin ropes around the perimeter of their front line.

These sharp little gadgets easily pierced the bandits who were only wearing cloth shoes and straw sandals, causing them to scream in pain.

"Bird Gunner!"

The squad leader, who was a former servant, held up a machete, with neatly arranged servants standing beside him, and behind him were militiamen armed with spears and long guns, ready for battle.

At this time, loading ammunition and firing two rounds of volleys can once again suppress the enemy's morale. If the enemy cannot be defeated, you can retreat behind the spear phalanx in time.

Upon hearing the military order, the musketeers began to load ammunition.

Cao Er was also a member of the bird gunners. Months of gradual training and adequate feeding transformed the skinny young man.

Even though there is still a big gap between him and those elite strong men, his physique is far better than that of ordinary farmers.

He followed the regulations for loading the bird gun and loaded the ammunition meticulously without any unnecessary movements or pauses. He loaded the gunpowder and bullets within thirty seconds, then held the bird gun horizontally and pointed it at the bandits.

The oppressive battlefield atmosphere made him a little nervous, and the heavy breathing of his teammates came from beside and behind him.

The ferocious bandits were closing in on him, and Cao Er wanted to turn his head away and not look at these terrifying criminals.

However, the discipline of the retainer team was strict. They were not allowed to look around without permission, and they were not allowed to take their eyes off the bird gun.

He could only stiffen his neck and stare straight ahead, exhaling the anxiety of his first actual combat.

Hundreds of bandits rushed to the second red pole, and the captain of the guards shouted loudly: "Ready!"

Upon hearing the command, Cao Er wanted to pull the trigger, but when he thought of the military stick that would hit his back if he disobeyed the order, he had to suppress his fear.

The two hundred musketeers in the third row loaded ammunition. After the two hundred musketeers in the second row finished loading, the two hundred soldiers in the first row raised their muskets horizontally and aimed at the chests of the bandits in front.

The figures of the bandits gradually became clearer in the field of vision, and the moles and scars on their ugly and ferocious faces could be clearly seen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The ferocious bandits roared and rushed over, and countless pairs of thighs stepped over the red poles on the ground that were as high as their thighs.

"Open fire!" Seeing that they were close enough, the servants chopped down heavily with their shining swords.

Two hundred musketeers pulled the trigger and fired a volley, sending thick white smoke billowing out as a round of bullets flew out. The bandits who had advanced close to them fell to the ground.

Before the leading group of bandits could react, as if they had been struck by a heavy blow, the servants in the second row handed the loaded bird guns to the first row.

Li Mu did not use the relatively complicated three-stage attack - if new recruits who had just entered the battlefield changed their formation in front of a powerful enemy, it would be easy to disrupt their own formation.

Handing the loaded bird guns to the first row for shooting was the result of Li Mu's special order.

"preparation!"

The captain of the retainers' loud voice rang out again. Cao Er took the bird gun handed to him from the back row and once again held it with both hands level at the bandits.

"Fire!"

Bang, bang, bang, two hundred bird guns fired at the same time.
The bullet penetrated the bandit's body in the smoke. If it hit a weak part, it could still carry kinetic energy and kill the second person.

Three consecutive rounds of rapid volleys directly defeated the demoralized bandits.

After the shock of the shotgun shells and the continuous blows from the bird gun volleys, the bandits who had just been encouraged by the generous reward suddenly cried for their parents, their morale collapsed, and they no longer had the courage to fight.

They only regretted that their parents did not give them two more legs so that they could not escape quickly from the horrific battlefield.

The bandits in the middle were held back by the players, the bandits on the left were stunned by shotgun shells, and the rhythm of the attack was in chaos. The bandits on the right were demoralized and retreated due to the lack of troops to reinforce the central army and were shot three times in front of the formation.

As long as you deliver a thundering blow to the enemy soldiers, you can completely crush the morale of the entire enemy army.

"Now! Everyone draw your swords!"

Li Mu drew his sword, and a few cavalrymen beside him drew their swords. The militiamen who were ready for battle let out a shocking roar.

The servants in the front row quickly pulled the thin rope to retrieve the caltrops on the ground, and everything was ready.

Except for a small number of reserve troops and artillery units that remained in the main camp, the other servants, militiamen, and even the newly resurrected players all left their positions.

"Come at me!"

Li Mu rode forward, leading a group of infantry and cavalrymen who were roaring and shouting, charging out from the right wing.

(End of this chapter)