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

He blinked with all his might to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

The grayish-white monster still stood there silently, mocking his smugness of the past month.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Hu Yongqiang finally regained his voice. He crawled on his hands and feet to Amin's horse, pointed at the city, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Sorcery...this is sorcery!"

Amin ignored him.

He forced himself to turn his stiff neck and look at the fifty Bayara guards he had brought with him.

Without exception, the faces of those most elite warriors of the Great Jin Dynasty all wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Confusion, shock, bewilderment, and finally, the fear of a collapsing faith.

Amin felt her cheeks burning; it wasn't the temperature of the setting sun, but the blood of humiliation rushing to her head.

He, Aisin Gioro Amin, the second prince of the Jin Dynasty, was actually played for a whole month by a group of pigs and dogs from the Southern Dynasty in his eyes, in such an unheard-of way!

"This is... Guangning?"

Beside him, the Niru Ejen who had been chatting and laughing with him just moments before asked in a trembling, dreamlike voice.

This question reflected the sentiments of all the Later Jin soldiers present.

Is this still the same Guangning City that they besieged for a month and thought was already theirs?

Amin's jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound.

He forced himself to calm down and used the instincts of a veteran to examine the monster before him.

The height of the city wall appears to have increased by at least 30% compared to a month ago! The surface of the wall is smooth and flat, presenting a cold grayish-white color, a texture that rammed earth or blue bricks could never have.

The top of the city wall is no longer the traditional crenellations, but rows of sturdy fortifications with roofs, and the dark firing ports are like the eye sockets of demons, densely packed and overlooking every inch of land below the city.

What terrified him most were the menacing, forward-protruding fortresses at the corners of the city walls.

As a general who had spent many years fighting amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he understood the terrifying nature of this design at a single glance.

Any enemy attempting to attack one side of the wall will expose their flank entirely to the attack from the other side of the fortress.

Crossfire, leaving no blind spots!

This is not a city.

This is a giant meat grinder built for slaughter!

Just as Amin was utterly horrified by the city's defenses, which were ahead of their time, he witnessed something even more incomprehensible.

There are people on the city wall.

And there were quite a few people there.

He squinted and strained to see.

The Ming soldiers defending the city were not as emaciated and pale as he had imagined.

On the contrary, they were all upright and full of energy.

They wore brand-new iron armor, which reflected a chilling gleam in the setting sun. In their hands lay gleaming spears and swords.

How could this be a group of defeated generals who have been starving for a month?

He was clearly a hundred times more energetic than those Eight Banner warriors in his own camp who spent their days drinking and making merry!

Amin even saw several soldiers sitting together on a platform of a bastion, doing something and occasionally bursting into laughter.

They're playing cards!

After a month-long siege, the city's garrison soldiers were playing cards!

"puff--"

Amin felt a churning in her chest, and before she could catch her breath, she nearly fell off her horse.

He got it.

What about food shortages, what about low morale, what about cannibalism...?

It's all fake!

It was a trap from beginning to end!

That bastard Chu Ze has been lying to him from the very beginning!

This realization, like a red-hot pair of iron pliers, pierced Amin's heart and then stirred it wildly.

He recalled every secret letter delivered by the gyrfalcon, every solemn promise Hu Yongqiang made, and every time he burst into wild laughter in the commander's tent.

Those so-called "divine strategies" now turned into resounding slaps across his face.

"ah--"

Amin let out a roar that sounded inhuman, filled with anger at being deceived and boundless humiliation.

He can't just go back like this!

If he were to slink back to camp today, Aisin-Gioro Amin would become the biggest laughingstock of the entire Jin Dynasty!

He wanted to see clearly! He wanted to see with his own eyes what was really going on!

He didn't believe it! He didn't believe that human beings could build such a ghost town in just one month!

"drive!"

Amin suddenly spurred his horse, and the black warhorse beneath him neighed, its hooves flying as it broke away from the group and galloped alone toward the gray-white giant city.

"Your Highness!"

"Protect the Prince!"

The Bayara guards behind him were terrified and quickly spurred their horses to give chase.

Hu Yongqiang was so frightened that he tried to mount the horse, but his legs were too weak and he failed several times.

Amin can't hear anything anymore.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the approaching city wall, cursing incessantly as if he were venting all the pent-up frustration and humiliation he had accumulated over the past month.

He needed to get closer; he needed to find the flaw in this sorcery!

……

South of Guangning City, atop the newly built fortress.

A player with the ID "One Arrow Through the Clouds" was lying idly behind the firing port.

As an archer, he's been feeling down lately.

He couldn't compete with the top players in the city's PvP events, and he lacked the patience for production. Finally, when Zhou Keke's [Fortress Project] was completed, he immediately applied to guard the south city wall, which offered the best view.

For several days in a row, the Tartars outside the city were like dead, and not a single ghost could be seen.

In his hand was the "Type III Powerful Composite Crossbow," the latest product of the Gongshu Ban, which utilized limited iron and a new mechanical structure, and whose range and accuracy far surpassed any crossbow of this era.

But this precious little thing doesn't even have a target to test its skills on.

"Sigh, when will this game start a war? If we don't start fighting soon, I'll be growing weeds."

As he muttered to himself, he habitually scanned the open fields outside the city with the simple scope on his crossbow.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

In the camera lens, a black dot is rapidly magnifying.

That was a cavalryman! A lone cavalryman!

A group of people followed behind him.

The spirit of "A Single Arrow Piercing the Clouds" was instantly invigorated.

"Holy crap? Something's weird!"

He subconsciously adjusted the scope, focusing the crosshairs on the cavalryman charging at the front.

The man was wearing extremely ornate heavy armor that gleamed in the setting sun, clearly indicating he was no ordinary soldier.

The finger of "A Single Arrow Pierces the Clouds" rested on the trigger of the crossbow, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Get rich!

This is a boss! This is definitely a world boss!

He didn't bother calling for help in the team chat; his mind was filled with only one thought.

Steal kills!

He steadied his breathing, his finger gripping the trigger tightly, quietly waiting for the target to enter his most confident firing range.

Amin was still charging forward on his horse, and he was less than three hundred paces from the city wall.

From this distance, he could clearly see the cold lines on the wall.

Just then, a chilling sensation, as if he were being targeted by a top predator, shot up from his tailbone to the top of his head without warning.

He suddenly looked up at the row of dark firing ports on the city wall.

At one of the cave entrances, a glint of cold light seemed to flash and disappear in an instant.

What is that?

hum!

A barely audible vibration of the machine's string pierced the wind and reached his ears.