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

"What...what does he mean by this?" Wang Erniu grabbed Wang Han beside him, his thick fingers trembling slightly from the force.

Wang Han pushed up his glasses, his face displaying a calm that Wang Erniu could not comprehend—a mixture of excitement and cruelty.

"Literally, Brother Niu. Our scouts have gone to scout ahead."

Before the words were finished, a mournful bowstring twanged, piercing the night wind and faintly carrying its sound.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Jue's previously lit-up profile picture went dark, turning into a deathly gray.

died.

Wang Erniu's heart suddenly clenched.

It was that simple, that straightforward. A life, gone just like that? The guards behind him were also filled with shock and reluctance.

Is this the "mad dog style" that Wang Han was talking about? Is this the tactic that the general tacitly approved?

This is not war, this is human life being treated like dirt!

However, the players' reactions dealt another heavy blow to Wang Erniu's values.

"Great! One for two, they've located two sentries—a huge win!"

"Brother Ying is awesome! Even his suicide mission is so professional!"

"Quickly! Report the coordinates of the respawn point!"

Instead of sadness, the team channel was filled with cheers and encouragement.

Wang Erniu's head buzzed. He felt that his understanding of war, comrades, life and death, which he had built up over the decades, was collapsing inch by inch.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

A new message popped up in the channel again, sent by Qin Jue, whose ID was "Shadow Meteor".

[The first wave of sentries are at coordinates (345, 782) and (347, 789), all archers with a range of about fifty paces. There are tripwires and animal traps thirty paces in front of the camp fence. I've gone again, don't worry.]

Wang Erniu's mouth slowly opened wide. He stared intently at the words, then looked at Wang Han's matter-of-fact expression. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He went again...

They went again!

The second time, Qin Jue's figure bypassed the sentry's position like a ghost, but just as he was about to approach the fence, his foot tightened, and he was suddenly pulled into the air by a fallen rope.

trap.

Several Later Jin soldiers who came upon hearing the commotion grinned and stabbed him to death in mid-air with their spears.

[Tripwire coordinates (349, 795), three animal traps arranged in a triangular pattern. The fence has two weak points, and the wooden stakes are rotten. The path I've explored with my feet is absolutely safe. To continue.]

The third time, he avoided all the traps, successfully scaled the fence, and sneaked to the outside of the largest tent. From inside the tent came obscene laughter and a woman's sobbing.

Just as he was about to lean closer to eavesdrop, a patrol of soldiers came out from around the corner and bumped right into him.

Without any suspense, he was hacked to pieces.

The patrol team consists of five men, working in 15-minute shifts. The officer's tent is the third one on the east side, and they're busy inside. The granary is guarded by eight men, better equipped than the patrol team. I feel I'm almost there; this is the last chance.

……

Inside the Later Jin supply depot.

The Niru Ejen Baturu was pacing back and forth restlessly. He was a distant nephew of Beileye Amin and had been assigned to guard this most important supply camp.

"Oh no! Another...another barbarian spy has been discovered!" A soldier scrambled in, his face filled with terror.

"Useless! Just kill a spy! What's all the fuss about!" Baturu kicked him to the ground.

"But...but Ezhen, we've already killed him three times! Just now, he appeared again in the western stable, where the brothers cornered him and shot him to death with a hail of arrows! He looked exactly like the one who died the previous times!"

Baturu froze.

Exactly the same? Killed three times?

A sense of absurdity welled up inside me.

"Nonsense! Drag the corpse over here!"

A moment later, as Baturu looked at the corpse on the ground, riddled with bullets, his eyelids twitched violently. He recognized that face; an hour earlier, he had watched his men hack a man who looked exactly like him to pieces!

"A ghost...a ghost!" A young Later Jin soldier could no longer hold on and let out a piercing scream.

Superstition and panic spread rapidly through the camp like a plague.

"Shut up, all of you!" Baturu drew his sword and cleaved the shouting soldier in two, splattering blood all over his face. "Anyone who spreads rumors again will be punished the same way!"

He tried to remain calm, but his hand gripping the hilt of the knife felt a chill.

Meanwhile, in the darkness outside the camp, Wang Han looked at the flawless 3D map in his mind, drawn by Qin Jue with seven lives, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

On the map, every sentry post, every trap, every patrol route, and even which tent was a latrine were clearly marked.

This intelligence surpasses the imagination of all military strategies of this era.

"Brother Ying is back." Wang Han closed the map and grinned at the group of players behind him who had been itching to play.

"Brothers, the official cheat has arrived."

"Ready, let the feast begin!"

At his command, Shi Dali and the five equally burly players behind him gleamed with fanaticism.

"Hurrah—!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Long live Demacia!"

Accompanied by various strange cries that were difficult to understand, six burly men, like wild bulls that had broken free of their reins, completely ignored any stealth or tactics and charged straight out of the darkness, their target the simple wooden door of the supply camp!

Wang Erniu and his personal guards were all dumbfounded.

This...it's already flushed?

There's not even a formation? Not even a probe?

The Later Jin soldiers guarding the camp gate were also bewildered by this sudden scene. They were still unsettled by the legend of the "ghosts" when they saw six madmen howling and charging towards them.

"Loose the arrows! Loose the arrows!" The archers on the watchtower instinctively drew their bows.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The rain of arrows fell, accurately hitting Shi Dali and the others who were at the forefront.

Wang Erniu's heart was in his throat.

However, the scene of collapsing and dying that was expected did not occur at all.

Those "heavenly soldiers" who were hit by arrows only swayed slightly. Some of them didn't even bother to look at the arrows in their bodies and continued to charge forward. Shi Dali was even more exaggerated. He was hit by an arrow in the chest and a arrow in the shoulder, but he seemed to be unaffected. He even took the time to turn around and give Wang Erniu a rude middle finger.

"Hey, look at that, Brother Niu! He's getting gua sha!"

Wang Erniu's mind went completely blank.

He had spent half his life in the military and had seen people who were not afraid of death, but he had never seen an army that did not take death seriously like this.

He finally began to understand what the "heavenly soldiers" the general was talking about were.

This is not human!

This is a group of madmen who crawled out of hell to claim lives!

"Bang--!"

Under the stunned gaze of all the Later Jin soldiers, Shi Dali's massive body slammed solidly into the camp gate like a battering ram!

The already flimsy wooden door groaned under the strain, and amidst flying sawdust, it was forcefully smashed open, creating a huge gap!

The passage is open!

"Brothers! Bomb it!"

Shi Dali took the lead, rushed through the gap, and threw the kerosene can he was carrying toward the nearest tent.

"boom!"

Flames shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire camp!

Chaos has begun!

Wang Han led the main force closely behind, entering through the breach that had been created.

"Sister Xiao! Target the officers!"

"Everyone else, follow me! Target the grain depot! Burn it all!"

The Later Jin army's command system was completely paralyzed for more than ten seconds under the dual blows of "ghostly attacks" and "undying charges".

As the flames soared into the sky and heart-wrenching screams rang out, Baturu, disheveled, was crawling up from the body of a Han woman he had abducted.

He rushed out of the tent with his knife in hand, just in time to see a group of "southern barbarians" brandishing swords and shouting strange cries, who were setting fires and killing people in his camp without any restraint.

A surge of blood rushed to Baturu's head, and all his fear and confusion were instantly replaced by boundless rage.