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

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The night wind howled, carrying shards of ice, as it swept across the mountain ridge.

The torches flickered in the wind, their light elongating people's shadows.

Hu Yongqiang did not immediately order the camp to break up. He walked to the fire pit that Turg had kicked over, where several pieces of red-hot charcoal were still crackling.

He turned his head and waved to a soldier of the Plain Yellow Banner next to him.

"Go and bring me that lint remover from the carriage."

The soldier paused for a moment, then turned and walked to the horses not far away. He pulled out an iron rod from under the saddle, a tool usually used to unclog musket barrels.

Hu Yongqiang took the iron rod and inserted it directly into the deepest part of the brazier.

He squatted down, grabbed a few pieces of dry firewood from the side and threw them in. Flames shot up half a foot high, burning the cold iron rod.

Wu Jingjing was tightly tied to a dead tree, wearing only a pair of tattered underwear. He was so cold that his whole body turned purple, and even the sound of his teeth chattering became weak.

He stared intently at Hu Yongqiang's hand movements, a chill running down his spine.

As the iron rod is heated by the charcoal fire, its color is changing, gradually turning a dark red.

It made a sizzling sound.

The crackling sound of burning charcoal was exceptionally clear in the mountains and forests.

Hu Yongqiang stood up, grabbed the unheated end of the iron rod with one hand, and pulled it out of the brazier.

The front half of the scalding rod was already burning red-hot, and even faintly revealed a dazzling white.

The high temperature baked the surrounding cold air, giving off a burnt, rusty smell.

Hu Yongqiang strode forward, his leather boots crunching on the frozen earth, walking step by step toward Wu Jingjing.

He didn't draw his knife or use any instruments of torture; he simply held the red-hot iron rod and stopped half a step away from Wu Jingjing.

A wave of scorching heat hit us.

Wu Jingjing's chest skin instantly felt a surge of high temperature. The skin that had been frozen numb just moments before was now flushed red from the heat.

The cold wind, mixed with ice and snow, swept across Wu Jingjing's bare skin, while the high temperature approached him head-on, the alternation of hot and cold tearing at his nerves.

Wu Jingjing's body, which was tightly bound to the dead tree, began to convulse wildly. The rough hemp rope binding her wrists dug deep into her flesh during the violent struggle, leaving glaring red marks.

The red-hot iron rod emitted a dark red aura of death, slowly eroding the cold air between the two.

Wu Jingjing's eyes bulged out, his eyeballs bloodshot. He desperately tilted his head back, slamming the back of his head hard against the rough bark in an attempt to avoid the branding iron.

The mud-soaked rag stuffed in his mouth blocked all his pleas for mercy; he could only squeeze out distorted sobs from deep in his throat, his mournful voice echoing back and forth in the empty valley.

Hu Yongqiang's face was flushed in the firelight. He suddenly reached out his thin left hand and ripped the rag out of Wu Jingjing's mouth, bringing out a string of murky saliva.

"Don't come any closer, please don't come any closer!" Wu Jingjing screamed at the top of her lungs.

Overwhelmed by fear, his vocal cords were torn apart, and every word was hoarse and broken: "I'm afraid of pain, I'm really afraid of pain, just kill me with one stab."

Hu Yongqiang remained unmoved. The muscles around his eyes twitched violently, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

The hand holding the iron rod was as steady as a rock, and the wrist moved forward almost imperceptibly.

The gleaming hot iron rod tip instantly drew near, leaving only half an inch between itself and Wu Jingjing's heaving chest.

The intense heat instantly ignited a few dry, yellow hairs on Wu Jingjing's chest. Accompanied by a faint hissing sound, a burnt, pungent smell of flesh drifted into their nostrils on the north wind.

Hu Yongqiang greedily inhaled the burnt smell, his shrill voice sounding particularly grating in the howling wind, revealing a perverse urge to trample his former compatriots underfoot. .

"The Yin Soldiers raised by that little beast Chu Ze are indeed evil. Even when you were being stabbed in the flesh, they turned into white light and ran away."

"Today I'm going to see for myself whether this red-hot, bone-piercing branding iron, when pressed onto the flesh of you monsters, can burn your souls to ashes."

Before he could finish speaking, his fair face contorted into a ferocious expression, and the muscles in his arm gripping the scalpel tensed abruptly, as if he were about to slam the ball of dead fire into Wu Jingjing's chest.

"I'll tell you everything, I'll confess everything."

Wu Jingjing's psychological defenses collapsed at that moment.

The piercing screams of someone chasing the wind, and the bloody scene of flesh being sliced ​​off alive, transformed into a tangible fear that gripped his heart.

The 100% realistic pain setting would absolutely drive him crazy here. Once this red-hot iron rod is firmly applied, the pain would be more terrifying than going to hell.

Scalding tears mixed with thick snot burst forth, instantly washing over his face, which was covered in mud and ash.

Wu Jingjing cried uncontrollably, her entire body contorted with extreme panic.

He now had only one thought in his mind: to end this nightmare of living death immediately, at all costs.

"I'm not a tough guy, I'm not a superhuman, I'm just an ordinary person." Wu Jingjing shook his head frantically.

Tears mixed with thick snot were flung everywhere, quickly freezing into ice crystals in the biting cold wind.

"Don't burn me with this stuff, I'll confess, I'll confess everything."

Hu Yongqiang's wrist paused almost imperceptibly, and the red-hot iron rod hovered steadily in mid-air, just inches away from Wu Jingjing's heaving chest.

The scorching heat continued to bake Wu Jingjing's frozen, purple skin, causing him to break out in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Hu Yongqiang turned his head slightly, his fair face appearing in contrasting light and shadow in the flickering firelight.

He looked at Wu Jingjing, who was crying bitterly, his eyes twitched violently a few times, and then a cruel and cold smile appeared on his lips.

"What are you talking about?" The shrill voice sounded particularly jarring in the howling north wind.

"I... I want to be a traitor!" Wu Jingjing roared out these words through her cracked and bleeding voice.

"The hoarse voice echoed back and forth on the empty, desolate mountain ridge, conveying an extremely absurd and utterly baseless grief and indignation."

"To prove his sincerity, he didn't even have time to catch his breath. His chest heaved violently as he unhesitatingly poured out the entire script that he had prepared in his mind."

"Chu Ze is a hypocrite, he's a heartless bastard, he's not going to the capital to serve the emperor at all."

"He wants to rebel, he wants to annex all the armies, and he wants to become emperor himself."

Wu Jingjing swallowed large gulps of the cold air mixed with icy shards, his saliva flying wildly in the firelight.

"Those heavenly soldiers are not human at all; they are demons summoned by Chu Ze using evil magic. They are immortal and indestructible."

"We ordinary people are not even as good as dogs under his control. I hate him, I hate him to death."

He stared intently at Hu Yongqiang's unpredictable face, his bloodshot eyes wide open, trying to find even a sliver of belief on the other man's face.

"I really came here to pledge allegiance to the Great Jin. I have Chu Ze's firearms blueprints and his top-secret troop deployment manual."

"If the Great Khan is willing to take me in, I will hand over everything, I will lead the Great Jin, and I will be the Great Khan's dog."

Wu Jingjing became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his vocal cords tore due to excessive force, oozing a strong bloody smell.

He felt that all his will to survive in this life had erupted at this moment. This was not acting; it was a heartfelt plea, abandoning all dignity.

"I am a descendant of the dragon, no, I love the Great Jin Kingdom."

"Long live the Great Jin Dynasty! Long live Huang Taiji!"

To survive, and to avoid having his flesh branded by that red-hot iron rod, he shouted these extremely shameful and absurd slogans at the top of his lungs.

After shouting all that, Wu Jingjing was completely exhausted. He was panting heavily on the ropes binding him.

His throat was so dry that blood and foam kept coming out. He stared at Hu Yongqiang with hopeful eyes, waiting for the other man to remove the deadly branding iron.

I've trampled on all dignity and sold out my ancestors completely, now you should believe me, right?

The mountain wind howled.

The dozen or so soldiers of the Plain Yellow Banner around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Turgh's massive body stood in the shadows, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot.

Hu Yongqiang remained silent.

He stood quietly in place, still holding the iron rod that had begun to darken.

He looked at Wu Jingjing, whose face was covered in snot and tears, and at her shameless, groveling manner.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Hu Yongqiang suddenly flipped his wrist and casually threw the iron rod onto the frozen ground next to him.

The squeegee struck the broken ice, making a hissing sound and releasing a puff of white smoke.

Wu Jingjing let out a long sigh of relief, her whole body still tied to the rope.

They finally believed it, and my life was saved.

Pop, pop, pop.

A crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the night breeze.

Hu Yongqiang raised his hands and slowly clapped, the cruel sneer that had just appeared on his fair face disappearing.

Instead, an extremely complex expression appeared, even carrying a hint of admiration.

Wu Jingjing was stunned; he stared blankly at Hu Yongqiang.

"Great acting." Hu Yongqiang's high-pitched voice sounded exceptionally clear in the night. "Truly great acting."

Wu Jingjing's mind went blank.

"What did you say?"

Hu Yongqiang stopped what he was doing, put his hands behind his back, and circled half a circle around the dead tree where Wu Jingjing was tied, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"I've been in Liaodong for decades, I've seen tough guys and soft guys alike." Hu Yongqiang stopped beside Wu Jingjing.

"There was a certainty in his voice that seemed to see through everything. I've seen men who wouldn't utter a sound even when being skinned alive, and I've also seen cowards who wet their pants when a knife was held to their throats."

He suddenly leaned closer to Wu Jingjing and lowered his voice.

"But I have never seen a traitor who has turned his back on his country use such an exaggerated and dramatic way to express his loyalty."

Wu Jingjing's pupils contracted sharply.

"Sir, I wasn't acting, I'm telling the truth!" Wu Jingjing shouted anxiously again, "I really want to be a traitor!"

"Still being stubborn." Hu Yongqiang suddenly straightened up, his fair skin glowing red with extreme confidence.

He turned his head and looked at Turg standing to the side, his tone filled with undisguised smugness.

"Master, look at that little beast Chu Ze, his methods are truly brilliant." Hu Yongqiang pointed at Wu Jingjing and analyzed loudly.

"He knows that the warriors of our Great Jin Kingdom are not easily fooled. If he only sends a few ordinary spies to throw out some false information, we will definitely not fall for it."

Turgh exhaled a puff of white vapor from his large nostrils and impatiently rubbed the stubble on his chin.

"What exactly are you trying to say, you Han dog?"

"Master, please think about it carefully." Hu Yongqiang rubbed his hands excitedly. "These monsters first lit a fire in the open and loudly plotted a rebellion, deliberately luring us there. This is called baiting."

"After we captured them, the monster next to them refused to say a word, stubbornly resisted your knife, and even used its demonic magic to escape in a flash. This is called establishing authority."

"He was trying to tell us that they were not afraid to die."

Hu Yongqiang turned around and stared intently at Wu Jingjing's pale face.

"With that fearless monster from before as a precedent, this one suddenly has a mental breakdown and is suddenly crying and wanting to become a traitor. The contrast is too great."

Hu Yongqiang reached out and patted Wu Jingjing's cheek hard.

"This is clearly a ruse orchestrated by Chu Ze; one is fearless, while the other is feigning fear."

"They used such an extremely extravagant and shameless method to deliver so-called intelligence to us."

Turger's brow gradually relaxed; he seemed to have understood Hu Yongqiang's logic.

"You mean, everything he just shouted was a damn lie?" Turg asked in a gruff voice.

"It's half true and half false." Hu Yongqiang concluded decisively, "It may be true that Chu Ze wants to rebel, but the firearms blueprints and troop deployments he has are definitely fake."

"He wanted to use these few assassins to deliver false information to the Great Khan and mislead our main force of the Jin Dynasty."

The more Hu Yongqiang talked, the more he felt that his reasoning was absolutely flawless.

What traitor in this world would shout such absurd words as "I love the Great Jin Kingdom"? This is clearly a memorized script, and a very stiff one at that.

Chu Ze definitely has strategists who are good at understanding people's hearts and minds. First, he used sorcery to intimidate them, and then he used a self-inflicted injury to send false information.

This is a series of interconnected schemes; if someone weren't so quick-witted, they would definitely fall for it.

What a pity, Chu Ze, you've run into me, Hu Yongqiang.

Hu Yongqiang raised his head and let out a sharp, piercing laugh.

Wu Jingjing was tied to a tree, completely petrified.

He stared blankly at Hu Yongqiang's face, which was flushed red from his own cleverness, and listened to his perfectly logical and self-consistent reverse-thinking.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity instantly overwhelmed him.

Every word he just said was the truth from the bottom of his heart. He really wanted to join the Great Jin, and he really revealed all the information about the Longshuo Sect.

However, in the eyes of this NPC, his undignified display of genuine emotion was actually seen as a higher level of pretense.

The more he cried and wailed, the more the other person felt he was acting.

The more unprincipled his declarations of loyalty, the more the other party believed it was Chu Ze's conspiracy.

What the hell is this joke?

"I...I didn't lie to you," Wu Jingjing said weakly.

He no longer had the strength to explain.

"Save your breath," Hu Yongqiang interrupted him with a sneer. "Your act is over, but your immortal body is far more valuable to the Great Jin Kingdom than the false information you spout."

Hu Yongqiang turned around and waved to the soldiers around him.

"Gag him again, and take a few more ropes to tie his hands and feet tightly."

"We broke camp overnight and rushed back to the capital camp. This is a live specimen to be delivered to the Great Khan."

Several burly soldiers from the Plain Yellow Banner immediately rushed forward.

A rag reeking of stench was roughly stuffed into Wu Jingjing's mouth again, and rough hemp rope was wrapped around his body again and again, making his bones creak.

Wu Jingjing closed her eyes in despair.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her swollen cheeks and dripped into the cold, muddy ground.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why is it that when I'm acting, I'm treated like a suicide bomb?

Why am I treated like a cunning spy when I tell the truth?

Why is it so hard to be a traitor? What's wrong with the NPCs in this lousy game?

The night grew even deeper.

After several dozen elite Jin riders quickly got ready, Wu Jingjing and several other players who had been tied up like dumplings were strung across the horse's back.

The chaotic sound of horses' hooves rang out as the caravan, under the cover of night, galloped wildly toward the capital in the south.

In the cold wind of the Yanshan Mountains, only a few extinguished campfires and a mess of footprints remained.