Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 99 Who understands
The inspiring effect of the pre-war speeches gradually lost its effectiveness, and the militiamen, who were gradually afraid of the fierce battlefield, were once again illuminated by a "beacon" -

When they saw Master Li riding on horseback and attacking personally, they instantly felt a warm current rushing through their bodies.

Even a distinguished figure like Mr. Li took the risk of drawing his sword to fight, so why should these poor people who enjoy all the benefits be afraid to move forward?

Inspired by the commander’s personal participation in the battle, the morale of thousands of militiamen who were afraid of the battlefield soared.

"kill!"

Mixed with servants and players, the militia formed into wavy lines, thrusting at the bandits blocking their way like a forest of spears.

Even though some of the bandits were equipped with cloth armor and chain mail, the spear tips attached to the charge could easily break through the interlaced armor plates, and the cut clothes and internal organs were swept into them.

The militiamen in the back row rushed forward, raised their spears and stabbed through the gaps between their teammates. Suddenly, loud screams were heard in front of their teammates.

Without waiting for the bandits' screams to stop, the militiamen behind them stepped over the corpses and walked over.

After months of stabbing training, the militiamen were almost nauseated by the simple act of spearing.

As soon as the enemy appeared before their eyes, the militiamen would tighten their muscles, clench their spears and thrust out like a conditioned reflex.

The bandits had no time to organize a resistance before they were stabbed by three or two intersecting spears.

Even if the bandits organized some archers to shoot arrows and knock down many people, they could not stop the militia infected by the commander who personally went into battle.

Above the dead and wounded lying on the ground were countless spear points, piercing the bandits on the opposite side and making them cry out in pain.

Li Mu's charging army was like a heavy right hook, hitting the bandits on the chin. The bandits were stabbed back by the swift spears, and the sound of blood and flesh sprayed by the spear tips was endless.

At the same time, there were excited shouts from players, "Brothers, charge!"

The bandits in the central army besieging the player gradually left their positions. Some waved their swords to block the advance of Li Mu's army, while others were swept to the rear by the defeated crowd.

Others were knocked to the ground by the fleeing defeated soldiers, and were stepped on by countless pairs of big feet.

"Such fierce morale! What kind of magic potion did this Li family kid use..."

Ding Yiman stood upright in the stirrups and looked into the distance. Seeing the battle line getting closer and closer, he felt that something was wrong.

He only had a few hundred men left in reserve. If he sent them all out...

Ding Yiman bit his thumb nail hard, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly ordered the dispatch of all the reserve troops, and sent people to the right wing to gather his troops, asking them to retreat to the left wing to fight the aggressive enemy soldiers.

Hundreds of reserve troops marched out of the main camp, but the messenger had not yet reached the right wing.

The scattered defeated soldiers collided head-on with the advancing reserve troops.

"Go back and kill the enemy! Don't run away!"

The elite veterans wielded their swords to hack and kill their teammates before they could barely gather thousands of breathless defeated soldiers and turn back.

But this number of troops was not enough. It was already an effort for them to stand still and face the increasingly approaching enemy soldiers.

Just when the distance between the two sides was shortened to dozens of steps, a group of vigorous and strong men suddenly crawled out from the pile of corpses between the two groups.

This is not a dead body resurrected, but a strong man who really crawled out of the ground.

It was as if the monsters living underground sensed the murderous aura of the battlefield and the souls of the dead, and planned to crawl out to replenish their cultivation.

This almost miraculous scene frightened both sides.

"Ahh, you-youkai!"

The bandits, whose morale was already low, collapsed again. Some of them screamed in fear and insisted on fleeing regardless of the old soldiers' attacks and attempts to stop them.

Many people knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy, begging the "earth immortals" and "earth spirits" to spare their lives.

The few servants who knew the inside story of the "potato soldiers" were not panicked at all, and even wanted to laugh heartily.

However, most of the servants and militiamen were terrified, their knees weakened as they knelt down to worship the gods.

The player who died in battle and was resurrected previously was unable to show his face in front of the unsuspecting militia because of the chariot array and artillery, but this time he was in public and really scared his own people.

Fortunately, the servant who knew the situation explained it in time, and with the rumors circulating in the market that "Master Li knows magic" as a prelude, he soon accepted that these were reinforcements summoned by Master Li's magic.

It's one of our own!

Seeing that Master Li, to whom they were wholeheartedly loyal, was actually a master with secret skills, the morale of the militia reached new heights again.

The players who had just resurrected were also a little puzzled. Wasn’t the resurrection point of this battle in the main camp? How did it suddenly change to the center of the battlefield?
This minor difference in detail was not considered further.

Players only know that although they are given clothes when they are resurrected, they have no weapons.

But they were not panicked. The ground was littered with weapons left behind by the dead bodies, including swords, spears, and halberds. They could pick whatever they liked.

The resurrected players and the militiamen with high morale broke through the defenses that the bandits had worked so hard to organize in just a few battles.

Ding Yiman couldn't believe his eyes. For some reason, the flank organization's defense collapsed at the first touch, leaving the left wing empty in an instant.

The central army's death squad, which had been "sealed" for a long time, broke out of the loose encirclement, and more militiamen pressed forward frantically.

Ding Yiman stared intently at the battlefield. The enemy troops attacking from his left flank were like a flood, completely separating his main camp and the right flank into two "islands in the water." Am I going to lose?
Ding Yiman only felt his head buzzing, his vision became blurred, and his ears became silent, as if he had dived into the water and sunk to the bottom.

The personal soldiers who retreated from the front line gathered around the Marshal, and their wailing and screaming were like a wake-up call to Ding Yiman who was in a state of shutdown.

"Marshal, we are defeated."

"Quickly escort the Marshal away, the enemy soldiers are coming to kill us!" said a personal soldier, and the other personal soldiers hurriedly brought horses, mules and other livestock to facilitate escape.

"Where are you escaping to?"

"Go and join the Beggar Army! The Beggar Army has tens of thousands of people, and that kid named Li is definitely not something he can resist. If all else fails, you can go and join the King of Chaos or Old Huihui."

"Yes, Commander. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Even if I start as a small leader of the Beggars' Army, I will have the opportunity to take revenge in the future."

"No, there's no chance."

Although it was a clear sky, Ding Yiman felt that the sky above his head was dark. He had fought for many years from the time he raised the flag of rebellion to today, and he did not know how much effort he had put in to achieve the situation today with 40,000 soldiers and civilians.

If he could negotiate with any high-ranking official to recruit him, he could be appointed as a deputy general and continue to fight...

But now everything is over, his future is gone, his soldiers are gone, and all the wealth accumulated over the years is gone.

"No more, all gone."

The good feeling of controlling the army and holding power collapsed. Ding Yiman was desperate, and the "spirit" that had supported him to this day was completely extinguished.

He didn't want to escape anymore. Even if he did, where could he go?

How could a brave man who had commanded tens of thousands of troops be willing to escape to a mountain valley and live out his life in poverty?

As dozens of personal soldiers climbed onto the mules, some of the personal soldiers who stayed behind raised their hands and slapped the warhorses on their butts, and the warhorses carrying the marshal immediately started to trot.

The Marshal had just ridden away when arrows and musket balls flew towards him. The soldiers who were hit groaned and fell to the ground. The remaining soldiers shouted and charged at the enemy soldiers...

Seeing that the main force of the bandits had basically collapsed, Li Mu ordered 300 infantry and cavalry to pursue the fleeing cavalry, while at the same time asking people to shout a declaration of surrender on the battlefield, and anyone who still resisted would be killed.

"The commander of the Tiger Camp is dead. Surrender immediately if you want to live!"

"Those who kneel down and surrender will be spared!"

"Whoever captures and kills the leader of the Tiger Battalion's Hundred Man Squad will be rewarded with five ounces of silver!"

The psychological warfare strategy of letting those who surrender live and those who resist die is quite effective.

Many bandits, their morale broken, had already lost the will to fight again. Seeing someone claim that their commander had died in battle and the enemy was on the verge of a great victory, they simply chose to surrender on the spot.

Thousands of defeated soldiers threw away their weapons, took off their equipment, and knelt on the ground waiting to be taken over by the victors.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood. The ground that was originally covered with hay was now muddy, with black and red sludge colors everywhere.

The view was filled with the endless dead bodies. The war horses, donkeys and mules that had lost their owners stopped where they were, lowering their heads to nibble on hay to satisfy their hunger.

Li Mu dismounted in an open space. The armor weighing dozens of pounds pressed against his body, making him feel a little hot.

He took off his helmet and let his head bathe in the winter sun. The cool feeling brought by the evaporation of sweat gave him a little relief.

Dozens of servants surrounded him as he walked through the blood-stained corridors. When the militiamen saw Li Mu, they all looked at him with admiration and smiles. Many people shouted his name and cheered with him for the hard-earned victory.

Li Mu looked up at the sky and smiled faintly.

He spent several months of hard work and personally trained the servant militia, and finally the soldier passed the test of bloody battle and became a qualified warrior.

It was after he faced his first battle with the rebel army that he felt a significant change in his mentality. It could be said that he broke through the thick barrier of weakness and became mature and brave.

Countless defeated soldiers knelt on the ground, and the militiamen tied their hands behind their backs one by one. After that, they were lined up in groups of ten into long lines.

The ropes needed to tie up the prisoners had all been used up by Li Mu, and in the end, he had to rely on the rope reserves of the Tiger Camp to tie up all the prisoners securely.

Li Mu won a great victory in this battle, capturing more than 20,000 prisoners, and countless money, food, supplies, mules, donkeys, pigs and sheep... This time, the Tiger Camp was mobilized in full force, fully believing that they could capture Lijiazhai and find a new home.

As a result, they suffered a crushing defeat in the battle, and all their manpower and materials fell into Li Mu's pocket.

The power of the bird guns and artillery this time was beyond expectations. Even the players who often produced and built in the old nest performed very well.

Li Mu believes that this is a positive result of actual players "leading the new with the old", and it also shows that the leading and exemplary role of veterans is very important.

With a group of combat veterans, Li Mu felt that he could divide them into three groups.

The three seeds were expanded into new troops with the old leading the new.

The power of the artillery also verifies that the current approach of combining "player theory" with "craftsman technology" is correct - following this approach, large-caliber artillery can be produced, or even lighter and cheaper iron cannons.

Dozens of players, their faces covered in mud and blood, walked over. One of them approached and asked, "What should be done with these prisoners and their families?"

Before Li Mu could figure out what to do, he heard the familiar system notification sound: Destiny Points had been credited...

(End of this chapter)