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

The slaughterhouse is open.

On this day, the sky was overcast, and the leaden-gray clouds hung low, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Guangning South Gate.

A supply convoy of over a hundred men was slowly approaching. The leader, a Niru Ejen under Amin, was named Tuhai. He looked at the sparsely defended troops on the city wall and the tightly closed city gate, a cruel, sinister smile creeping across his face.

Everything was going according to the plans of Prince Beile and General Hu.

Just then, on the city wall, a Han army squad leader responsible for guarding the gate, who was also their bribed inside man, suddenly let out a joyful shout.

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements sent by General Hu! Open the city gates immediately!"

Accompanied by his incredibly realistic excited shouts, the heavy south gate creaked open and slowly opened a crack.

Tu Hai felt reassured and pointed his whip forward sharply.

"Charge! Take the south gate and secure this great achievement for His Highness!"

More than a hundred elite Later Jin soldiers let out a beast-like roar, pushing wheelbarrows loaded with "grain" like a turbid current, and fiercely rushed into the barbican of the south gate!

However, what greeted them was neither the smiling faces of the inside accomplices nor the panicked faces of the Guangning garrison.

What greeted them was a magnificent and foul-smelling waterfall that seemed to fall from the sky!

"Splash—!"

Dozens of huge wooden barrels were simultaneously poured onto the city wall, and the viscous, yellowish-brown liquid, emitting eerie heat, poured over the front-line Jin soldiers like a flood bursting its banks!

The intense aroma, a blend of extreme tanginess and fermented aging, instantly ignited the entire Wengcheng.

"vomit!"

One of the Later Jin soldiers was drenched, and his stomach churned violently. He immediately knelt on the ground and vomited uncontrollably.

This is not over yet.

Stones, burning hay, and even table legs that had been torn apart from somewhere else rained down from the sky, crashing down with a loud crackling sound.

The entire barbican instantly transformed into a hell on earth filled with a joyful atmosphere.

On the city wall, Wang Erniu's face was so black it could drip ink. He had given up thinking and was simply mechanically and skillfully issuing commands to the group of excitedly yelling "heavenly soldiers" around him.

"Second team! 'Golden Juice' ready!"

"Shi Dali! Block the door! Grab anyone who comes out!"

"put!"

At the only exit of the barbican, Shi Dali stood shirtless, his muscles, as muscular as a city wall, gleaming under a brownish-yellow liquid. He stood like a gatekeeper, firmly blocking the passage.

A Jin soldier who had narrowly escaped the first wave of "biological attack" charged forward with bloodshot eyes, trying to fight his way out.

Shi Dali grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and opened his arms to give him a warm hug.

"Come on, buddy, give me a hug!"

Before the Jin soldiers could react, they were gripped tightly by an immense force, unable to move. The next second, more than a dozen spears emerged from the gap behind Shi Dali, impaling both of them like pincushions.

A flash of white light, and Shi Dali disappeared.

A few minutes later, he reappeared on the city wall, naked, snatched a bucket of "golden juice" from a player, and poured it down while laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! Again! That was awesome!"

Qian Lele's live stream room was already a sea of ​​joy.

"Family members, who understands this? Welcome to the large-scale reality show 'Iron-Blooded Jiangshan'—Run, Tartars! Our motto is: to give every guest who has traveled from afar a golden experience of feeling right at home!"

She even went so far as to add funny background music.

[This streamer is inhuman! I almost threw up just looking at the screen!]

[Hahaha! That Jin soldier's expression, from fierce to bewildered, and then to questioning his existence, could be made into a meme!]

[Meat Bro is awesome! That death hug! A true performance artist!]

Tu Hai, who was in charge of directing the feint attack, was completely dumbfounded.

He stood outside the barbican, staring blankly at the hell on earth. His envisioned coordinated attack from within and without had turned into a one-sided battle of filth. His proud Jin warriors were now rolling around in a sorry state on the excrement-strewn ground, utterly humiliated.

What terrified him even more was that he witnessed a garrison soldier, killed by a hail of arrows, vanish in a flash of white light.

Immediately afterwards, the exact same person reappeared on the city wall, full of energy, and made an extremely rude gesture by raising his middle finger in his direction.

"ghost……"

Tu Hai's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Sorcery! This is sorcery from the Southern Barbarians!"

His personal guards could no longer withstand the immense mental shock and let out a piercing scream.

Tu Hai snapped back to reality. He glanced at the barbican that resembled the entrance to hell, then at the "demons" on the city walls who seemed to be alive and kicking forever. Finally, he broke down.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

He turned his horse around and fled towards the camp, tumbling and crawling as he ran, uttering incoherent roars.

"Reporting to Your Highness! The southern barbarians have gone mad! The guards at the south gate are all unkillable sorcerers! They possess sorcery!"

……

Meanwhile, at the west gate of Guangning.

The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent.

Hu Yongqiang and his 500 elite Han soldiers, like a pack of hungry wolves in the night, silently lurked in the shadows less than a hundred paces from the city gate.

He could clearly hear faint shouts and commotion coming from the direction of the south gate.

A cold, triumphant smile appeared on Hu Yongqiang's face.

Chu Ze, you really fell for their trap.

He made a gesture towards the darkness behind him.

A moment later, the west gate of the city was silently opened a crack from the inside. A dark figure darted out and meowed a few times in their direction.

He's an inside man!

Hu Yongqiang felt reassured and had no more doubts. He waved his hand, and the elite soldiers behind him filed in like ghosts.

Beyond the city gate lay a deathly silence and darkness, like an empty city.

This further confirmed his judgment—all the troops in Guangning City were firmly pinned down at the south gate by his foolish "bait" plan.

He led his troops swiftly through the city gate passageway, heading straight for the city's treasury.

Victory is within reach!

As the last group of soldiers disappeared into the dark tunnel.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar came from behind them!

The heavy, cast-iron gate crashed down, completely severing all their escape routes!

Hu Yongqiang's heart sank suddenly, realizing something was wrong!

Before he could give the order, at the exit of the passage ahead, another, even heavier gate, made of a mixture of cement and massive timber, slowly sealed off with a dull groan!

A turtle in a jar!

Five hundred elite soldiers were completely trapped in this narrow, enclosed death tunnel!

In the darkness, the soldiers' panicked shouts and the clanging of weapons rang out.

Just now.

"Click...click..."

A sickening, grating sound of stones scraping against each other came from the walls on both sides of the passageway.

One by one, the reserved firing ports were pushed open from the outside.

Torches were thrust into the openings, their blazing flames instantly illuminating the horrified faces inside the passageway.

It also illuminated the faces behind the cave entrance, faces bearing mocking and cruel smiles belonging to the players.

A mocking tone came from above the passageway, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.

"General Hu, welcome to Guangning."

Wang Han appeared on the wall, looking down at the group of prey below who were in despair.

"We've already chosen your burial plot."