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

"We've already chosen your burial plot."

As Wang Han finished speaking, the passageway fell into a moment of deathly silence.

Hu Yongqiang looked up abruptly, his once fair face drained of color. He saw Wang Han on the wall, and behind the dark firing ports on both sides of the wall, countless mocking eyes.

trap!

A trap he had never imagined, a trap of extreme malice!

"Release the arrows! Open fire!" Wang Han gave him no time to react, his arm suddenly swinging down.

A command is a signal.

The next second, hell descended.

Dozens of dark, earthenware jars were thrown down from the firing ports on both sides, exploding in the crowded throng. They weren't the official gunpowder used by the government troops, but rather a cheap version of "thunderbolts" made by the players from a mixture of kerosene, sulfur, and scrap iron.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Acrid smoke and scorching flames instantly filled the narrow passageway! The blast wave knocked the soldiers to the ground, and shattered pottery shards and iron filings turned into a deadly hail of bullets, reaping lives with madness.

Screams, wails, and curses mingled together, creating a symphony of despair.

"How was my RPG angle? It hit the bullseye!" a player shouted excitedly in the chat.

"Don't steal the kill! The one in leather armor is mine! I saw him first!"

Arrows rained down from the firing ports. There were no tactics, no volleys, only the purest, most frenzied outpouring of arrows aimed at earning merit.

A Han Chinese soldier had just extinguished the flames on his body and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when three arrows pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy. He looked down in disbelief and then collapsed limply.

The cramped space became the perfect slaughterhouse. The Later Jin army's proud formations and martial prowess were utterly useless here. Crowded together, they became the most conspicuous live targets.

"Charge out! Break down that door for me!" Hu Yongqiang's eyes were bloodshot. He brandished his sword, frantically parrying the incoming arrows, roaring at the top of his lungs.

He knew that staying here meant waiting to die!

Driven by the will to survive, the surviving soldiers went mad, using their bodies, weapons, and the corpses of their comrades to ram the gate made of cement and giant logs in front of them.

"boom!"

Under the combined assault of more than a dozen elite soldiers, the gate let out a groan of unbearable pressure and actually cracked open!

The will to survive unleashed astonishing power in these trapped beasts.

The cracks grew larger and larger until finally, the gate was completely forced open!

Hu Yongqiang took the lead, leading the remaining hundred or so men out of the tunnel in a disheveled state, like demons fleeing from hell.

However, outside the passageway, there are no open streets.

They were greeted by a huge maze made of cold, hard gray walls.

The alleyways are narrow, the walls are high, and they are interconnected, yet they are eerie in every way.

Hu Yongqiang's heart sank to the bottom.

"Split up! Charge out!" This was the only order he could give, given the most helpless circumstances.

However, it's too late.

The moment they plunged into this gray labyrinth, their fate was sealed.

"Whack-a-Mole Mode, activated!"

In Qian Lele's live stream, she was excitedly providing commentary.

As a Han Chinese soldier rounded a bend, a firing port suddenly opened on the side wall, and a spear shot out like lightning, piercing through his neck.

The gun tip was pulled out, the firing port was quickly closed again, and the wall returned to its flat state.

Another squad cautiously advanced, when suddenly several players' heads peeked out from the wall above them.

"Hey buddy, look up there!"

Several cans of burning oil were poured down, instantly engulfing the entire squad.

This is not a fight at all.

This is a game of cat and mouse. With their absolute familiarity with the terrain and their fearless nature, the players divided, surrounded, and toyed with this elite Han Banner army, eventually annihilating them.

High above the maze, Xiao Ran, clad in a red battle robe and wielding a long spear, stood tall and straight. She calmly observed the chaotic battle below, continuously issuing precise commands in the guild channel.

"At three o'clock, take out the guy with the flag."

As soon as she finished speaking, a player next to her drew his bow and shot an arrow. The arrow pierced the air, and the flag bearer responsible for relaying the order fell to the ground.

"Qin Jue, there are three lone individuals in that alley on the left."

From the shadows, a black figure silently slipped out. Qin Jue appeared like a ghost, silently behind the three soldiers whose backs were turned to him.

A flash of cold light.

The three soldiers froze simultaneously, and a thin line of blood appeared on their throats.

Qin Jue didn't even look at the results of the battle before his figure disappeared into the deeper darkness once more.

Hu Yongqiang was blinded by rage.

With his extraordinary martial prowess, he successively killed seven or eight players who suddenly appeared. He cut their spears in half, shattered their shields, and cleaved their bodies in two.

But this was of no use.

"Hey buddy, we meet again."

A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Hu Yongqiang turned around stiffly.

The very player he had first beheaded was now standing naked not far away, running over from the temporary respawn point and waving at him in a friendly manner.

"You...you weren't dead?" Hu Yongqiang's voice trembled.

"Yeah," the player scratched his head, looking completely nonchalant, "died and went back to town, no big deal. Dude, your swordsmanship is pretty good, wanna try again?"

Come again?

At this moment, Hu Yongqiang's mental defenses completely collapsed.

As he watched the "heavenly soldiers" around him fall and then reappear from every corner, and saw the relaxed smiles on their faces as if they were on a picnic, an unprecedented fear gripped his heart.

These people... are not human.

They are demons that cannot be killed or eradicated!

They're not fighting a war, they're playing!

"Ahhhhh!"

Hu Yongqiang let out a desperate roar. He threw away his shield, grabbed his knife with both hands, and slashed wildly in all directions, but only managed to hit the cold air and the hard cement wall.

His troops had been completely routed. The screams grew fainter and fainter, and the entire labyrinth was enveloped in a deathly silence.

In despair, Hu Yongqiang suddenly looked up.

He saw it.

On a section of wall at the highest point of the maze, stood the young silver-armored general who had been commanding everything from the very beginning.

Wang Han!

It's him! This is the person manipulating these devils!

A surge of overwhelming hatred and madness instantly overwhelmed Hu Yongqiang's reason.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me, you piece of trash!"

Hu Yongqiang roared and stomped his feet heavily on the ground, shooting out like a cannonball!

He stepped on the pile of corpses of his companions, used the momentum to leap up again, and the muscles on his arms bulged, allowing him to grip the edge of the wall, which was more than five meters high!

He used his last bit of strength to climb over the wall!

Wang Han was focused on commanding and had no idea that someone would be able to break through in this way.

Hu Yongqiang's face, contorted with rage, was right in front of me.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

He roared, channeling all his strength into the sword in his hand, and slashed at Wang Han's head!