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

A surge of bloodlust rushed to Baturu's head, and all his fear and confusion were instantly replaced by boundless rage. He roared, his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face contorted like a demon in the firelight.

"Kill these pigs and dogs!"

Baturu charged forward with his sword drawn, colliding head-on with a player who had just gotten up from the ground. With a swift stroke, he sent a head flying into the air.

However, the scene of the enemy's formation being thrown into chaos, which he had envisioned, did not occur.

The headless corpse he had beheaded clung tightly to his leg the moment it fell.

Baturu was startled, then felt a tremendous force coming from him, and he was pulled forward and staggered.

Beside him, another player grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and poked the torch in his hand directly into the tent piled with hay next to him.

"boom!"

The second fire ignited, sending a wave of heat through the air.

Baturu finally understood that these people were not afraid of death at all!

In the center of the camp, Shi Dali's "Kamikaze Special Attack Team" had completely transformed into a whirlwind that stirred up hell.

A Jin soldier pierced a player's chest with a spear, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

The player who was pinned to the spot did not scream. Instead, he grabbed the spear shaft and, with his last bit of strength, pulled the Jin soldier towards himself. Then, the two of them fell straight into the blazing fire.

"ah--!"

The piercing screams came from that Later Jin soldier.

This tactic of trading lives for lives, or even using one's own death to create opportunities to kill the enemy, completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the Later Jin soldiers.

They could face fearless warriors, but they couldn't understand these monsters who, even after being cut down and pierced, could still drag them down with them to their deaths.

Wang Erniu and his dozen or so bodyguards were completely frozen in place.

They followed behind Wang Han's main force, watching as the weak fence that Qin Jue had risked his life to pry out to their side was easily breached.

They were supposed to be the supervisory team, the military oversight team.

But now, they seem more like a group of mortal spectators who have stumbled into a battlefield between gods and demons.

"What are you all standing there for! Get up!" Wang Han's roar snapped Wang Erniu out of his shock.

He turned around and saw Wang Han leading a large force, like a precise scalpel, bypassing all the chaos and heading straight for the heart of the supply camp—the location of the grain carts.

Wang Erniu gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and roared at his guards behind him, "Follow them! Protect yourselves!"

He himself drew his knife and charged forward.

Although he couldn't understand it, the general's order was to assist.

A cold arrow shot out from a dark corner, heading straight for Wang Han's back.

Wang Erniu's years of battlefield intuition made him act without thinking. He took a step forward and slammed the blade against the ground.

"Ding!"

The arrow was knocked away, and Wang Han didn't even realize that he had just walked through the gates of hell.

"Brother Niu, thanks!" Wang Han called out without turning his head, treating it as a routine attack, and continued giving orders.

"Sister Xiao! The one in the silver-trimmed armor to the left front! Target him!"

Before the words were even finished, a red figure had already darted out.

Xiao Ran's spear seemed to come alive in her hands.

She didn't make any fancy moves; every time she fired, it was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, precisely pierced through the gap in a Later Jin soldier's raised sword as he parried, piercing his throat.

The spear tip was pulled out, leaving a cloud of blood mist.

Without even stopping, she flicked the shaft of her gun, and the butt of the gun slammed heavily into the face of another Later Jin soldier who was charging up.

With a muffled thud as bones shattered, the Jin soldier fell backward.

In just a few breaths, three Later Jin soldiers fell to her spear.

A minor leader of the Later Jin dynasty seized the opportunity and launched a sneak attack from the flank, intending to kill this highly efficient woman.

Xiao Ran seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; his forward steps didn't stop, but his wrist suddenly flipped.

A brilliantly cunning counterattack!

The gun tip drew a deadly arc in the firelight, striking first and piercing the neck of the minor leader.

Without even looking at the results, she swung her spear, sending the corpse flying and smashing down a group of enemies behind it.

"pretty!"

"Sister Xiao is awesome!"

"Is this the skill level of the best long-range rifle player in the Chinese server? I'm in love!"

Several players protecting her flanks expressed their sincere admiration.

Wang Erniu's eyelids twitched as he read it.

This woman's marksmanship was not based on any of the orthodox military methods, yet every move was deadly and ruthless.

This is not battlefield martial arts; it is a skill honed purely for the purpose of killing.

A young bodyguard beside him gaped and muttered to himself.

"Boss...who...who are they...?"

Wang Erniu did not answer. He simply gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, using his seasoned experience to deflect the most deadly arrows for the "heavenly soldiers," or to offer the most concise warnings.

"Left! Archers!"

"That shield-bearer! Cut off his left leg!"

He discovered that he didn't need to command at all; he only needed to act as a supportive "patch" to take the team's combat effectiveness to the next level.

This battle can no longer be called a battle.

This is a massacre from another world.

Players fell one after another, turning into white light and disappearing.

A few minutes later, they charged back in from the temporary respawn point outside the camp, naked from the waist down and howling.

A Jin soldier had just cut down an enemy and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when a pair of large hands patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned his head stiffly.

The enemy he had just killed was now standing naked in front of him, wearing a chilling smile.

"Hey buddy, we meet again."

"Ah—! A ghost!"

The Jin soldier's morale completely collapsed. He threw down his scimitar and scrambled out of the camp, letting out a piercing scream.

The first domino fell.

More and more Later Jin soldiers, after witnessing this unpredictable scene, completely lost their will to fight.

They were facing a demonic legion that could not be killed, could not be eradicated, and could even resurrect itself on the spot!

Baturu's personal guard finally clashed with Wang Han's main force.

"Form ranks! Kill them!"

Baturu brandished his scimitar and took the lead. He was exceptionally brave and killed two players in succession.

But Wang Han showed no sign of panic.

"Use a war of attrition! Wear him down!"

One player yelled and rushed forward, grabbing Baturu's arm that was holding the knife.

Baturu roared and killed him with a single blow.

But before he could draw his knife, another player grabbed his waist from the other side.

Baturu felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire of flesh and blood, unable to muster any strength.

It's now!

The moment he was firmly entangled, two cold lights flashed simultaneously.

Xiao Ran's spear and Wang Han's steel knife, which he had somehow produced, pierced precisely into the gap between his breastplate and abdominal armor, one above the other!

"Pfft!"

Baturu froze, looking down at the weapon that had pierced through his armor, his face filled with disbelief.

With his fall, the remaining Later Jin soldiers completely collapsed.

"We won! The boss is down!"

"Quick, quick! Loot the bags! Loot the gear!"

The battlefield, which had just been incredibly brutal, instantly transformed into a carnival feast.

The players excitedly searched the corpses for loot, carrying cartloads of precious food, weapons, and armor out of the camp.

"Holy crap! The drop rate in this game is amazing! I got a blue-grade broadsword!"

"Look! It's the Later Jin's cotton armor! Its defense is much better than our tattered leather armor!"

Wang Erniu stared blankly at all of this, watching the "heavenly soldiers" excitedly discussing "drop rates" and "blue equipment".

He felt as if his world had shattered into nothingness.

Wang Han did not participate in the looting; he went straight to Baturu's body.

As the commander, he has the priority to pick up the BOSS's loot.

He reached out and groped around in Baturu's arms.

There was no equipment, no gold coins, only a letter that was mostly soaked in blood.

Wang Han frowned and carefully unfolded the letter.

By the light of the fire, he could see the contents of the letter.

The letter was stamped with the seal of the Second Prince Amin.

The letter mentioned a plan: seven days later, a Han Chinese bannerman named Hu Yongqiang would lead his troops to trick the Guangning South Gate into opening under the pretense of "escorting grain and fodder".

Wang Han gasped.

Deception!

He looked up abruptly and realized that this was not just a simple PVE quest.

A deeper plot, concerning the life and death of Guangning City, has been triggered by them.