Late Ming Dynasty: Summoning players from Liaodong to support the Ming Dynasty

In an instant, Feng Zhongzhuifeng understood, and his body, which had been shivering from the cold, straightened up abruptly. He gripped his already tattered hair tightly with both hands, and with a dry, bleeding voice, let out an extremely shrill, even broken howl.

"Wu Jingjing! What are we going to do now?!" The howling wind echoed through the empty valley, drowning out the whistling north wind. "We're completely out of rations, and our water pouches are dry! We can't even find a mouse in this wretched forest! Are we really going to freeze and starve to death here?!"

Wu Jingjing suddenly sprang up from the bluestone, his eyes bulging, his mud-covered face contorted with extreme anger. He raised his tattered military boot and kicked a fist-sized pebble flying.

With a splash, the stone slammed into the half-frozen stream, splashing up a cloud of cold mud.

"What are we going to do! You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?!" Veins bulged on Wu Jingjing's neck as he spread his arms and roared hysterically at the empty mountains, "That heartless bastard Chu Ze! He doesn't even consider us auxiliary soldiers human!"

His chest heaved violently as he deliberately emphasized the word "Chu Ze," his voice tearing through the air and shooting straight toward the ridges on either side.

"We brothers risked our lives, enduring countless hardships to escort that shipment of supplies! That was a life-saving gift Chu Ze was going to give to a big shot in the capital! It was full of his damn firearms blueprints and top-secret troop deployment plans!" Wu Jingjing pounded his chest with both hands, each thud filled with desperate resentment. "And what happened? His so-called heavenly soldiers came up and indiscriminately slaughtered all our brothers! They looted all the top-secret supplies! They're trying to silence us!"

With a thud, Feng Zhongzhuifeng knelt down in the mud, desperately pounding the cold, frozen earth with his hands, splashing mud all over his body.

"Yes! Those heavenly soldiers aren't even alive!" The voice of Wind Chaser was filled with extreme fear, his entire body trembling violently. "They don't even bleed when you cut them with a knife, they can laugh maniacally even when an arrow pierces their neck! They're a bunch of man-eating monsters! Chu Ze used that heinous evil magic to summon these ghostly soldiers; he wasn't going to the capital to defend the emperor! He just wanted to use this defense as an opportunity to devour all the Ming army forces! He, Chu Ze, is going to rebel!"

"Yes! He's going to rebel!" Wu Jingjing drew her chipped sword from her waist and began hacking furiously at the withered tree trunk beside her, splinters flying everywhere. "This Ming Dynasty is rotten to the core! This world will belong to the Jurchens sooner or later! If we go back now, that beast Chu Ze will definitely chop us into pieces and feed us to his dogs! We're going to die anyway, so we might as well find an opportunity to expose Chu Ze's rebellion and the secrets of those ghost soldiers to Huang Taiji!"

Wu Jingjing suddenly turned around, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the northern sky. With the last bit of strength in her body, she roared out the line that was enough to overturn the entire game.

"Let's trade this earth-shattering secret! Maybe we can still find a way to survive in the Great Jin Kingdom!"

Wu Jingjing's deliberately high-pitched roar, carried by the biting north wind, pierced through the billowing white smoke and landed perfectly on the bare mountain ridge.

Behind the cold rocks, Turgh's massive body jolted violently. His bloodshot bull-like eyes widened instantly, and two thick puffs of white vapor spewed from his large nostrils. His previously calm breathing became heavy and rapid in the blink of an eye.

Firearms blueprints! Troop deployment! Chu Ze's rebellion! The immortal heavenly army!

These words were like heavy hammer blows, relentlessly striking Turg's greedy heart. Any one of these pieces of information, once presented to the Great Khan Huang Taiji, would be enough to bring him countless bondservant servants and unparalleled merit, including the bestowal of titles and privileges upon his wife and children!

"Hu Yongqiang! You Han dog, did you hear me?!" Turg could no longer contain his fervor. His large, fan-like hand shot out, grabbing Hu Yongqiang by the collar of his bulky leather armor and yanking him off the frozen ground. Turg's face, contorted with extreme excitement, spit in Hu Yongqiang's face. "Top secret materials! Firearms blueprints! These half-dead Ming dogs hold a colossal secret that could overthrow the Ming Dynasty! Capture them alive! You must capture them alive!"

Hu Yongqiang was being strangled and could barely breathe, his legs kicking wildly in the air. His face was now deathly pale, devoid of any color. Utter terror completely overwhelmed him; he gripped Turgh's thick wrists tightly with both hands, struggling desperately.

"Master! You mustn't go! You absolutely mustn't go, Master!" Hu Yongqiang wailed in a dry, hoarse voice, his shrill words distorted by the biting wind, carrying a chilling despair. "Think about it carefully, is this even human language? What kind of cornered, defeated soldier would shout out this head-threatening secret plan at the top of his lungs in this drafty, desolate wilderness? This is clearly a script they've memorized beforehand! This is a death warrant deliberately read to us!"

Turgh's violent movements abruptly froze in mid-air. The feverish blood cooled slightly amidst Hu Yongqiang's piercing screams, and his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot.

Taking advantage of the moment, Hu Yongqiang broke free from Turg's grip and fell to his knees on the cold rocks. Ignoring the excruciating pain of his knees hitting the frozen ground, he abruptly turned around, his thin, bony fingers pointing directly at the few still howling black dots in the valley below. His fingers trembled violently in mid-air, causing his entire arm to quiver.

"Master, open your eyes wide and see clearly! How loudly they're shouting! As if they're afraid we dozens of men will become deaf and not hear them! There's no such thing as a free lunch, where we just happen to be lying on this ridge, and they just happen to be loudly plotting a rebellion on this bare riverbank?" Hu Yongqiang's eyes were bloodshot, the venomous glint in them replaced by boundless horror. He gritted his teeth, forcing out a dying growl from deep within his throat, "This is a trap! A deadly trap set specifically for us by that little beast Chu Ze! The moment we show our faces, we'll be torn to shreds!"

Hu Yongqiang's mind raced. He connected all the events that had happened during this period.

Chu Ze's army was paralyzed. These few fleeing soldiers, their movements erratic. Thick smoke billowing from the open field. A deliberate, loud conspiracy.

All of this points to an extremely terrifying truth.

Chu Ze had already discovered them!

These are not defeated soldiers at all; they are a suicide squad sent out by Chu Ze!

Turger broke out in a cold sweat. He loosened Hu Yongqiang's collar and took two steps back.

"You mean, Chu Ze is fishing?"

"Yes! He's trying to lure us in!" Hu Yongqiang bit his lip until it bled, the taste of rust filling his mouth. "If we show ourselves, we'll be dead without a trace!"

In the valley.

Wu Jingjing's voice was hoarse from shouting. He picked up his water bag to drink, only to realize that he had spilled all the water on the ground.

Frustrated, he smashed the water bag into the fire.

Why is there still no movement?

This script isn't right! Didn't Chairman Long Shuo say that as long as this bait was thrown out, the Later Jin scouts would definitely pounce on us like mad dogs?

Didn't they hear it?

Wu Jingjing was extremely anxious. He gritted his teeth and decided to take drastic measures.

He walked up to Feng Zhongzhuifeng and nudged the other's leg with his toe.

"Old Feng, fall down."

Feng Zhongzhuifeng understood immediately. He clutched his stomach with both hands and let out an extremely exaggerated scream.

"Ah—I'm so hungry—I can't take it anymore—"

With that drawn-out scream, Wind Chaser fell straight backward.

boom.

He crashed heavily onto the pebble-strewn riverbank. His limbs were spread wide, forming an extremely vulnerable "T" shape. His eyes were tightly closed, and he remained motionless.

Wu Jingjing also pounced on Feng Zhongzhuifeng's side, shaking his body and shouting.

"Old Feng! Old Feng, wake up! You can't die! If you die, who will accompany me to see Huang Taiji?"

After shouting this, Wu Jingjing rolled his eyes and collapsed onto Feng Zhongzhuifeng, pretending to be dead.

The remaining players looked at each other in bewilderment. "Our captain's down, so let's all go down too."

Thump thump.

One after another, several people collapsed on the rocky beach, lying haphazardly all over the place.

The entire valley fell silent instantly. Only the campfire continued to burn, and thick smoke continued to rise.

Six healthy people lay there defenselessly in the open, at the mercy of others.

on the ridge.

Hu Yongqiang stared intently through his binoculars at the few people who had suddenly collapsed on the riverbank.

His pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

The walls of Guangning. Flames filled the sky. Deafening explosions.

Those giant men, shirtless and laughing wildly, jumped down from the city wall, which was more than ten feet high.

Those pottery jars that exploded instantly upon landing, turning the surrounding heavily armored Bayara into minced meat.

"Human bomb..." Hu Yongqiang's withered lips trembled violently as he uttered these words.

He understood everything!

Why do these people dare to start a fire in an open space? Why do they dare to plot so loudly? Why do they dare to lie on the ground so defenseless?

Because they are not afraid of death at all!

Their bodies were definitely covered with that extremely terrifying "divine fire oil"!

As long as I lead my men down the cliff, these men will immediately detonate the gunpowder on their bodies. Dozens of elite Manchurian soldiers will be instantly blown to ashes!

"Retreat!" Hu Yongqiang whirled around, his piercing roar tearing through the cold wind of the mountain ridge. "Master! Retreat! They're carrying explosives! They're suicide bombers! Retreat now!"

Turgh was startled by Hu Yongqiang's ghostly appearance. He looked at the valley again.

Those people lying motionless on the ground had become, in his eyes, powder kegs ready to explode at any moment.

Manchus were not afraid of dying by swords and spears, but this kind of bizarre way of dying, where one's body is smashed to pieces, was something that terrified everyone.

"Retreat! The entire army retreats!" Turgh did not hesitate any longer and mounted his horse.

Dozens of soldiers from the Plain Yellow Banner quickly turned the horses around. The horses' hooves pounded the frozen ground, making a jumbled sound.

The Later Jin squad, which had been tracking them for days and nights, fled like madmen into the deep mountains and forests to the north, as if they had encountered the most terrifying demon.

He retreated five miles in one go, until the plume of smoke was completely out of sight, before Turgh reined in his horse and gasped for breath.

Hu Yongqiang slumped on the horse's back, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

That was close.

I almost fell for that little beast Chu Ze's poisonous scheme.

He gripped the reins tightly, the venom in his eyes growing even more intense. Chu Ze, you're ruthless. You even resort to such a devastating tactic.

On the rocky beach of the river valley.

The campfire had gradually died down, leaving only a few wisps of smoke swaying in the cold wind.

Wu Jingjing lay prone on the cold pebbles. Her face was pressed against the frozen earth, and her nostrils were filled with the metallic smell of mud.

He has remained in this position for a full hour.

My hands and feet were already numb from the cold. The stones beneath me were digging into my bones with pain.

He slightly opened one eye and looked around.

No.

There was nothing there.

There wasn't even a stray dog ​​passing by.

"Brother Chong..." A voice came from beneath him, choked with sobs, "I can't take it anymore... I feel like my legs aren't mine anymore..."

Wu Jingjing suddenly sat up.

He frantically rubbed his messy, gray hair, turning it into a bird's nest.

"Long Shuo! I'll fuck your grandpa!"

Wu Jingjing roared to the sky, his voice filled with rage.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

They memorized the script, put on makeup, staged a self-inflicted injury, and even abandoned all moral boundaries, practically writing "Come and get me!" on their faces.

The results of it?

They didn't even manage to lure out a ghost!

That bastard Long Shuo is absolutely making a fool of them! What bullshit hidden plot, what 'loyal ministers who follow the emperor,' it's all a lie!

Wu Jingjing slammed his fist hard on the rock, and his knuckles instantly broke and bled.

"I'm done acting! I'm done acting!" He angrily kicked his teammates, who were still pretending to be dead, awake. "Let's go! Back to camp! Whoever wants to do this stupid mission can do it!"

Several men, supporting each other, limped towards the army camp. Their figures looked incredibly forlorn and comical in the cold wind.

On the canopy of a dead tree, three miles away from the valley.

Qin Jue was dressed in pure black night clothes, blending into the tree trunk.

He had a commanding view of everything that had just happened.

The poor performance of those players in the valley.

The group of Later Jin soldiers on the ridge retreated in terror.

Several miles apart, a bizarre cross-server chat took place.

One person is desperately courting death and trying to get caught.

One person overthought the situation and fled in terror.

The farce is over. But the real game has just begun. Chu Ze's net has been cast. None of the maggots hiding in the shadows will escape.

Qin Jue moved with lightning speed. He needed to return to report and, incidentally, eliminate that guy named Jin Buhuan. The poison circle surrounding the army should dissipate; the real war was about to begin.

The frigid foothills of the Yanshan Mountains have returned to their deathly silence. Only the extinguished campfire testifies to the ridiculous psychological game that once took place here.

Unbeknownst to Wu Jingjing and the others, their self-righteous performance not only failed to connect them with Huang Taiji, but also inadvertently helped Chu Ze scare away an extremely dangerous Later Jin pursuit team.

Hu Yongqiang was unaware that what he thought was a clever escape from Chu Ze's scheme was actually just a result of being terrified by a few players with brainstem defects.

The wheels of history rumble forward amidst this absurdity and coincidence. The Chu Ze army's rest and recuperation are nearing completion, and the true meat grinder is slowly opening its jaws beneath the walls of the capital. The 100,000 Manchu cavalry, and the immortal Fourth Calamity, are about to collide on that ancient land, unleashing the most dazzling carnage.