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

In the distance, atop the towering city walls, a single spark flickered abruptly.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

Signal!

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Jue's fingertips clenched down.

"Buzz!"

A barely audible vibration of the machine's string.

What was released was not a crossbow bolt capable of piercing metal and stone, but a black shadow constricted to its extreme.

The shadow exploded in mid-air, transforming into a large net woven from strong threads, descending upon us with a sharp whooshing sound!

Just as the gyrfalcon was about to take flight, it let out a startled cry, sensing danger and attempting to soar high into the sky.

But it was too late.

A net, seemingly cast in the sky, precisely swept it up along with the bamboo tube that had determined the lives of countless people, pulling it down from mid-air.

"Bang!"

The large net fell heavily to the ground.

The gyrfalcon was not injured, but it was tightly entangled in the silk threads and struggled in vain.

This arrow was accurate to the millimeter!

The moment the net is caught is the starting horn for Operation Thunder!

"kill!"

Wang Erniu's signature loud voice boomed like thunder in a dry land in the backyard of the City God Temple!

On both sides of the courtyard wall, dozens of heavily armored guards, wielding ring-pommel swords and sturdy shields, stormed down the already rotten wooden door like tigers descending the mountain, instantly sealing off all exits.

Meanwhile, from the shadows on the other side, another, even more chaotic and fanatical group burst forth.

"Meritorious service! It's the taste of merit!"

Shi Dali, shirtless, charged ahead, his burly figure casting a huge shadow in the firelight. He held aloft a roof beam that had been torn from somewhere, howling as he charged toward the dumbfounded old Taoist priest in the center of the courtyard.

"For the guild!"

Wang Han followed closely behind, flicking his gleaming silver spear, and led a group of yelling players to surround the equally dumbfounded fur merchant Zhang San.

"Urban Management Brigade! Enforcement!"

The old Taoist priest and Zhang San were no ordinary people; after the initial shock, their faces were instantly replaced by ruthlessness.

"court death!"

The old Taoist priest flicked his broom, and a long, narrow, flexible sword hidden in the bamboo handle shot out like a venomous snake, aimed straight at Shi Dali's throat.

Zhang San then pulled out two water-splitting daggers from his pocket, lowered his body, and prepared to break through the players' encirclement.

A desperate struggle!

However, they were facing a group of completely unreasonable lunatics.

Facing the poisoned soft sword, Shi Dali neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, he let out an even more excited roar and directly used his chest to meet the deadly sword tip!

"Pfft!"

The soft sword pierced the flesh.

Shi Dali didn't even utter a sound. Instead, he grinned and revealed a ferocious smile.

"Got you!"

With his large, fan-like hand, he grabbed the old Taoist's wrist holding the sword, letting the blade churn inside his body. With his other hand, he swung the roof beam down toward the old Taoist's head with a whistling sound!

The old Taoist priest was utterly terrified.

What kind of fighting style is this? What kind of monster is this?!

On the other side, Zhang San's situation was equally miserable. He had just forced back a player with his Water-Splitting Spike, and before he could even catch his breath, three reckless players pounced on him from behind. One grabbed his waist, one locked his legs, and the other opened his mouth to bite his shoulder.

The battle was over the instant it began.

When the old Taoist priest was smashed on the head by Shi Dali's beam and collapsed to the ground, and Zhang San was pinned at the bottom by the players like a human pyramid, unable to move, the noisy backyard of the City God Temple finally returned to a moment of deathly silence.

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A post was pinned to the top in seconds, and its popularity exploded.

[Title: Frame-by-Frame Analysis! Questions about the plausibility of whether Ying Ge's arrow shot used a physical cheat!]

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In the backyard, the light of torches dispelled the darkness.

Chu Ze slowly stepped out of the shadows.

As soon as he appeared, the players who were excitedly dividing up the merits subconsciously quieted down and made way for him.

Chu Ze ignored the two traitors who were tied up like dumplings; his gaze fell on the gyrfalcon that was still struggling in the net.

He stepped forward, personally untied the silk net, and removed the small bamboo tube from the leg of the terrified bird of prey.

He broke the wax seal, poured out the strips of cloth inside, and slowly unfolded them.

In front of everyone, especially the old Taoist priest and Zhang San, he carefully read through the top-secret intelligence document that read "Chu Ze intends to break through."

Then he let out a very soft, disdainful sneer.

Without thinking, he threw the strip of cloth that would have made Amin ecstatic into the burning brazier next to him.

The cloth strip curled up and quickly turned into a wisp of ashes.

The old Taoist priest and Zhang San both stopped breathing.

They don't understand.

Chu Ze went to such great lengths to intercept the intelligence, so why... did he burn it?

Didn't he know the value of this intelligence?

Under their gazes, filled with immense bewilderment, Chu Ze made a move they would never forget.

He took a brand new, identical strip of cloth from his guard.

Then he brought out a brush and ink.

Without avoiding anyone, he stood in the firelight, in front of the two prisoners, and wrote a few words on the strip of cloth himself.

Each stroke is deliberate and unhurried.

After writing it down, he showed the strip of cloth to the old Taoist priest, whose face had turned deathly pale.

Above, there were only a few words, written clearly.

"The siege has dragged on for too long, and food supplies are running low. The city's rations have been reduced, causing widespread discontent among the soldiers and civilians. The estimated food reserves are only enough for half a month at most. Chu Ze has abandoned any proactive offensive, intending to hold out for reinforcements."

Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the old man's heart.

He looked at Chu Ze, then at the intelligence report, and a thought that was both utterly absurd and chillingly real exploded in his mind.

No...not possible!

Chu Ze ignored his ghost-like reaction.

He slowly and carefully rolled up the brand-new "poison bait," put it back into the bamboo tube, and sealed it with sealing wax.

Then, he re-tied the bamboo tube back to the gyrfalcon's leg.

After doing all this, Chu Ze lifted the magnificent raptor and walked to the old Taoist priest.

He leaned down and looked at the face that was contorted with extreme fear.

"Give my regards to Amin Beile."

After saying that, Chu Ze raised his arm, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief, as the old Taoist priest looked on in disbelief.

The gyrfalcon let out a high-pitched cry, soared into the sky, and, carrying with it the deadly false intelligence fabricated by Chu Ze, vanished as a black dot in the direction of the Later Jin camp.

At that moment, the old Taoist priest finally understood.

From beginning to end, Chu Ze's intention was never to prevent the transmission of intelligence.

He's using me! Using me, his most secretive and reliable channel, to personally feed his master a dose of... a deadly poison coated in honey!

This net was never intended for fishing.

It was for poisoning!

They were manipulated and turned into the sharpest knife in the enemy's hands.

This boundless fear and despair instantly shattered all his defenses.

"ah--"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, burst from the old Taoist's throat.

His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed violently, and he immediately foamed at the mouth and fainted.