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

This dismissive provocation instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the players on the wall.

"Holy crap! A one-on-one fight! The boss wants a one-on-one duel!"

"Get the hell out of the way! Make room for the city lord! Nobody go up there and try to steal lives!"

Wang Han was the first to react. He suppressed the shock of surviving the ordeal and shouted into the guild channel.

"Listen up, everyone from Shenzhou! Clean up the rest of the trash! Then surround this area! Anyone who dares to disturb the general's enjoyment today, I'll twist their head off!"

The players roared with excitement as they swiftly and efficiently overwhelmed the few remaining Han Banner soldiers still putting up a desperate fight in the maze. Spears, broadswords, and even fists—the battle was over in minutes.

Then, they very consciously dispersed, forming a huge, somewhat irregular arena on the wall, with Chu Ze and Hu Yongqiang at the center.

Torches were stuck one by one into the battlements, illuminating this makeshift battlefield as bright as day.

Everyone held their breath, either frantically typing in the guild channel or starting a live stream recording.

Qian Lele's live stream title was changed to—【First Look Across All Servers! Main Boss Chu Ze VS Traitor Hu Yongqiang! The Battle of the Century!】

The popularity of the live stream is skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

"Hu Yongqiang".

Chu Ze spoke, pointing his spear diagonally at the ground, the tip leaving a shallow white mark on the brick wall.

"You were born in Liaodong, why do you become a dog of the Tartars, slaughtering your fellow villagers?"

His first question was unremarkable, yet it carried immense weight.

Hu Yongqiang was overwhelmed by the immense pressure, his humiliation and fear churning out in a fit of hysterical rage.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

He roared and launched an attack. A flash of light appeared as the blade slashed straight at Chu Ze's face.

Chu Ze didn't move at all, he just casually turned his wrist.

The spear moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, striking first despite being behind, its tip drawing a perfect arc in the air before striking Hu Yongqiang's blade with unparalleled precision.

"clang!"

Another muffled sound.

Hu Yongqiang felt an overwhelming force strike him, his sword almost flew out of his hand, and his blood and qi surged from the shock.

Before he could regain his footing, Chu Ze's attacks came one after another.

The spear transformed into a shower of silver light, thrusting, parrying, sweeping, and smashing. Each move was simple yet incredibly fast and ruthless, forcing Hu Yongqiang into a frantic and disheveled state, leaving him only able to parry and no room for counterattack.

"Speak!"

Chu Ze's tone remained steady, but his spear thrusts became increasingly fierce.

Under the relentless onslaught, Hu Yongqiang was forced to retreat step by step, and finally broke down and shouted out his defense.

"To survive! Is that wrong too?!"

He was like a madman, parrying and roaring at the same time.

"The Ming court is corrupt! The border troops bleed the soldiers dry, and they cut back on rations and pay! We can't even get enough to eat! I surrendered to the Jin Dynasty to survive! For wealth and glory! People strive for higher positions, water flows downhill! Is that wrong?!"

"Well said."

Chu Ze's offensive slowed down.

Just when Hu Yongqiang thought he had found a chance to catch his breath, and even thought that his words had swayed the other party.

Chu Ze's spear suddenly broke through his blade's blockade at an unexpected angle.

It's not a thorn.

Instead, draw!

“Pah!”

The heavy gun barrel struck Hu Yongqiang squarely across the face!

The immense force sent him spinning halfway around, his cheek instantly swelling up and a bloody gash running from his cheekbone to his earlobe.

Hu Yongqiang screamed and staggered backward, covering his face.

Chu Ze leaned on his spear, staring coldly at him.

"To survive?"

He stretched out his other hand, pointing to the players around him who had just finished clearing the battlefield and were now watching the show.

"Look at them, aren't they all struggling to survive in dire circumstances?"

He then pointed to Guangning City beneath his feet.

"Look at this city again. One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians—aren't they all fighting for their lives?"

Chu Ze took a step forward, the tip of his gun aimed at Hu Yongqiang's throat again.

"Your so-called wealth and glory are achieved by climbing over the corpses of these compatriots who were trying to survive?"

In Qian Lele's live stream, the chat was completely in an uproar.

[Holy crap! This part! This dialogue is amazing! The screenwriter deserves praise!] [Well done! Well done with the insults! This is a real man!] [This isn't just a simple boss fight, this is a public execution! It's so cruel! It's heartbreaking!] [Waaah, suddenly this game feels so real. Aren't we just like the 'heavenly soldiers' the general was talking about, struggling to survive in dire situations?] [Stop talking, from today onwards, Chu Ze is my only lord! Anyone who betrays him will face my wrath!] [A casual fan turned into a die-hard fan! This NPC's values ​​are even more upright than my ex-boyfriend's!]

Countless casual viewers who were drawn in by the title were completely shocked by this battle, which could be described as a "live public trial".

They thought they were just there to watch an exciting PvP match, but they never expected to witness a trial about faith and betrayal that would go down in gaming history.

On the wall, Hu Yongqiang covered his burning face, panting heavily.

Every word Chu Ze said was like a heavy hammer blow, striking his heart hard.

His proud philosophy of survival was utterly refuted at this moment.

"You're different!" Hu Yongqiang raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. "You have this demonic magic! You have this group of unkillable demons! Of course you can stand here and talk without any remorse!"

"Dark magic?"

Chu Ze smiled.

That was the first time Hu Yongqiang had seen him smile, but the smile was full of cold mockery.

"If I possessed demonic magic, why would I be trapped in this isolated city?"

Chu Ze launched another attack, even faster and more ferocious than before!

The spear is as swift as a dragon, its shadow as imposing as a mountain!

"If I possessed sorcery, how could the vast lands of the Ming Dynasty have fallen into enemy hands!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clanging of metal against metal was deafening, and fine cracks had appeared on the sword in Hu Yongqiang's hand under the ferocious attack.

"You say the Ming court is corrupt, then tell me, after you knelt down and became a dog, did these Han soldiers behind you have enough to eat? Did they have warm clothes to wear?"

Chu Ze swept aside Hu Yongqiang's parry with a single shot, then pressed the tip of the spear down, pinning it firmly to Hu Yongqiang's blade and rendering him immobile.

"All they get is the 'glory' of being cannon fodder at the forefront, and your leftover scraps!"

"And us!"

Chu Ze's tone suddenly rose, and he used the tip of his gun to press down on Hu Yongqiang's knife, forcing him back step by step.

"We are short of food, we are short of pay, we have no reinforcements from outside, and we have traitors like you within our own borders!"

But we did not kneel down!

"With these crumbling city walls, with these rusty weapons, with these heroes you called 'demons,' we fought our way through this desperate situation!"

"Hu Yongqiang, tell me, who is really just clinging to life?"

The final question, like a thunderclap, exploded in Hu Yongqiang's ears.

He was overwhelmed by Chu Ze's imposing manner and words, his mind and spirit shattered, and he retreated step by step.

What he felt was not just the insurmountable gap in military strength.

More importantly, it represents a complete collapse and shattering of one's beliefs.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

The sword in Hu Yongqiang's hand finally gave way under the strain and broke into pieces under Chu Ze's spear tip.

The broken blade spun out and landed limply on a brick wall some distance away.

Hu Yongqiang stood there blankly, holding the broken knife handle, completely losing all will to resist.

Lost.

A crushing defeat.

Chu Ze slowly sheathed his gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and no longer looked at him.

That indifference was a contempt more profound than any humiliation.

Just when everyone thought the trial was about to end with the traitor being brought to justice.

The despair and deathly pallor on Hu Yongqiang's face were suddenly replaced by a strange, resolute madness.