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

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Outside the gates of Guangning, the biting morning wind suddenly stopped without warning.

The howling wind was completely swallowed up by a suffocating silence.

The thick, leaden-gray clouds hung low in the sky.

This shrouded the entire city in a gloomy atmosphere.

On the ground, the black flag with the character for "death" on a red border was half-submerged in cold mud and thick blood.

The glaring red and the despairing black intertwined.

This foreshadowed the impending doom of the Ming Dynasty.

Lu Jian knelt heavily in the mud.

His hands gripped the tattered collar of the dying messenger tightly.

His arms trembled violently.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

The knuckles of my ten fingers had lost all their color from excessive force.

"What did you say?! Say it again!"

Lu Jian let out a shrill roar.

His voice cracked completely.

The voice was hoarse and dry, without a trace of human voice.

His usually stern face, which could remain unmoved even when facing countless tortures in the Northern Garrison, was now twisted to the extreme.

His facial features were contorted with extreme fear and despair.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The eyeballs protrude from their sockets.

He shook the messenger's body violently.

Bloody mud splashed onto his flying fish suit.

The messenger's head drooped limply.

His stiff body rubbed against the mud as Lu Jian dragged him along.

The messenger could no longer reply.

But the desperate military intelligence that man shouted with his last breath reverberated and exploded in Lu Jian's mind again and again.

The main force of the Jurchens bypassed the Guan-Ning defense line and entered the pass through Da'ankou.

The fall of Zunhua sent shockwaves through the capital.

Commander Yuan led the Guan Ning cavalry back to reinforce the area and fought a fierce battle with the enemy in the Jizhou area.

His Majesty issued twelve imperial edicts in succession, summoning troops from all over the land to come to the aid of the emperor.

Lu Jian's breathing became rapid and heavy.

His chest heaved violently.

The Guan-Ning-Jin defense line, which the Ming Dynasty had painstakingly built with immense national resources, was completely ignored by Huang Taiji.

One hundred thousand iron cavalry have already approached the emperor.

Chu Ze stood with his hands behind his back a dozen steps away.

The hem of her everyday clothes hung down onto the frozen ground.

He watched silently as Lu Jian collapsed.

A sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes.

History has crushed everyone's hopes.

We've finally reached this point.

The Ji-Si Incident.

Chu Ze stood a dozen steps away.

His dark-colored casual clothes fluttered in the howling morning wind.

The hem of her clothes swept across the frozen mud.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

His deep gaze pierced through the swirling ice shards.

He coldly watched the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) collapse before him.

He had waited far too long for this day.

The trajectories of history fit together perfectly.

There was absolutely no deviation from this.

Huang Taiji ultimately managed to pin down the 100,000-strong Eight Banners army on the weakest point in the Ming Dynasty's interior.

The Ming Dynasty's most elite field troops are about to engage in a fierce battle with the Later Jin army outside Beijing.

The invisible constraints imposed on Chu Ze by the Ming Dynasty were severed at this moment by the emperor, far away in the Forbidden City, with twelve gold tablets.

Lu Jian's ten fingers lost their strength.

He loosened the messenger's tattered collar.

He lost all support.

He slumped down in the cold, icy mud.

His flying fish suit was instantly soaked through with bloody mud.

He was completely unaware.

He was breathing heavily.

His chest heaved violently.

Each breath was accompanied by a hissing sound that let in drafts.

"Da'ankou...Zunhua...Jizhou..."

Lu Jian's chapped lips trembled violently.

He squeezed out these three place names through his teeth.

The voice was filled with a chilling despair.

These three place names form a bloody straight line.

This pierced straight to the heart of the Ming Dynasty.

This shattered all defenses.

The Guan-Ning-Jin defense line became completely useless.

Huang Taiji did not play by the rules of military strategy at all.

He decisively abandoned the attack on the fortified city.

He went directly through Mongolia.

He broke through the weakest point in the Great Wall defenses.

The capital city was extremely empty.

The pampered young masters of the three battalions couldn't even withstand a single charge from the Eight Banners cavalry.

Yuan Chonghuan's Guan Ning cavalry fought desperately to return to the rescue.

However, their forces were stretched thin, and they were bogged down in Jizhou by the main force of the Jurchens.

The young emperor in the Forbidden City must be so frightened that he can't sleep at night.

He could only issue twelve gold medals in a row amidst fear and rage.

He frantically urged all the troops in the country to march to the capital to defend the emperor.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Lu Jian stared blankly at the blood on the ground.

A bone-chilling cold shot from my tailbone straight to the top of my head.

He was gripped by endless fear.

The Ming Dynasty has collapsed.

The secret memorial he wrote overnight.

That meticulously crafted secret report, designed to guard against Chu Ze's growing military power, has now become a colossal joke.

To take precautions.

What can we use to defend ourselves?

The Jurchens had their swords at the emperor's neck.

"Holy crap! Where's Da'ankou? Where's Zunhua?"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

This broke the deathly silence.

The oppressive silence was instantly and completely torn apart.

This broke the deathly silence.

The oppressive silence was instantly and completely torn apart.

The group of players who were originally moving bricks and pushing carts outside the gates of Guangning City erupted into a deafening clamor.

The biting cold wind could not quell this boiling fervor.

"Who cares where Da'an Pass is! Didn't you hear that NPC shouting? A hundred thousand troops! They're marching straight to the capital!"

A player covered in mud screamed at the top of his lungs.

He slammed the half-brick in his hand hard into the frozen mud.

"A massive, cross-map main campaign! I'm about to throw up from carrying bricks under these crumbling city walls! Finally, I can leave the city and fight monsters!"

The person next to him excitedly ripped off his tattered felt hat.

He threw his hat forcefully into the gloomy sky.

Qian Lele suddenly darted out from the crowd.

She held the black cube in her hand high.

He excitedly hopped and jumped alternately on the muddy ground.

She splashed up a series of muddy water.

Her multicolored hair danced in the crisp morning wind.

Her little face turned bright red.

She screamed at the black cube with all her might.

"Family! Big news! This is an epic update! That old bastard Huang Taiji has raided our base! We're about to launch the massive Battle of Beijing! Send all your rocket gifts! Today, I'll take you on a first-person perspective trip to the foot of Beijing and slaughter the Jurchens!"

Wang Han forced his way through the crowded throng to the very front.

He lifted his oil-stained fingers.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses that had slipped off his nose.

The half-eaten straw dangling from the corner of its mouth fluttered up and down.

His eyes lit up, and his brain worked at lightning speed.

He issued instructions at an extremely fast pace.

"One hundred thousand red-named monsters! That's a fortune in merit points! Brothers of the Shenzhou Guild, grab your weapons! Open the guild warehouse immediately and empty out all the stock! Distribute all the newly acquired high-quality stirrups and steel spears per person! In this large-scale faction war, our Shenzhou Guild must secure the first kill!"

"Awooo—!"

Shi Dali swung the heavy, broadsword with one arm.

He carried it steadily on his broad shoulders.

He raised his head and let out a mournful howl towards the sky.

The muscular giant, who was over two meters tall, excitedly stomped his feet on the ground.

The heavy iron boots trampled two deep pits into the frozen ground.

The tremor caused the surrounding rubble to rattle and shake.

The veins on his thick neck bulged.

He roared at the top of his lungs.

"Charge into the capital! Defend our homeland! Today, I, Brother Meat, will block the city gates of the capital and show those Jurchens what the insurmountable Wall of Sighs truly is!"

A strong wind swept by.

Xiao Ran's red robe fluttered in the wind.

She was wearing a set of silver lamellar armor.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand.

The steel spear trembled rapidly in mid-air.

She instantly created a flourish.

The spear tip tore through the cold wind, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Her phoenix eyes widened, revealing a strong fighting spirit.

She coldly surveyed the female players behind her.

"I'm so tired of PvP in the arena every day! Finally, this large-scale faction war is here! Sisters, we've been practicing that battle formation for half a month, and today is the day to test our skills! Anyone who dares to hold me back on the battlefield, I'll send them back to town to resurrect without the Jurchens even lifting a finger!"

In this boiling, noisy, and frenzied atmosphere.

In the darkest corner at the foot of the city wall.

Qin Jue was dressed in a black night-clothes.

He blended completely into the shadows around him.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Only that slender hand was holding a piece of rough linen.

He wiped the poisoned dagger in his hand again and again.

The sharp blade reflected a chilling glint in the dim light.

The biting morning wind suddenly intensified.

The cold wind whipped up ice shards and thick blood from the ground.

The cold wind lashed against Lu Jian's pale face.

His stiff fingers slowly moved towards his chest.

The tightly pressed document he had written all night was digging into his skin inside his close-fitting clothes.

It was a carefully crafted, top-secret memorial to the throne, prepared to prevent Chu Ze from amassing power and becoming too powerful.

Lu Jian's hands trembled.

He took out the sealed document with sealing wax.

The red marks were glaringly obvious in the dim morning light.

But at this moment, it became a slap across his face.

He stared intently at the roll of paper in his hand.

A hoarse laugh rolled out of his throat.

joke.

What a huge joke.

He suddenly clenched his fingers.

The joints made a crisp popping sound.

He instantly crumpled that neat, tightly folded piece of paper into a ball of waste paper.

The fingernails dug deep into the palm, drawing blood.

Be wary of Chu Ze.

What can we use to defend ourselves?

Lu Jian looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the sky.

The piercing roar completely tore through the surrounding cold wind.

The Jurchens have already placed 100,000 steel knives at Your Majesty's neck.

He exerted force with his arm.

He slammed the crumpled folds of paper into the mud.

The murky mud surged up instantly.

The mud completely swallowed the bright red sealing wax and the paper full of precautions.

The deafening roar contrasted sharply with the despair in Lu Jian's heart.

This collision creates an extremely absurd sense of disconnect.

Lu Jian's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared intently at the group of excited, howling monsters.

His mind was buzzing.

His eardrums were mercilessly torn apart by those incomprehensible ravings.

The nation is in peril, and the country is on the verge of collapse.

The Ming Dynasty's lands are groaning under the iron hooves of the Jurchens.

But this group of people treated it as a grand festival.

They didn't care about the fate of the Ming Dynasty at all.

They didn't care who was sitting in the Forbidden City.

All they could see was their burning greed for merit points.

Only a fanaticism for killing and plunder.

But Lu Jian had no other choice.

He suddenly turned his head.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Chu Ze's calm face.

The apprehension that had once been in their eyes was now completely shattered.

The scrutiny of the past has been uprooted.

All that's left is struggle and pain.

Prior to this, he regarded Chu Ze as a major threat.

He believed that Chu Ze was a hidden danger that could overthrow the Ming Dynasty at any time.

But at this moment, this greatest threat became the only one who could save the Ming Dynasty.

Lu Jian gritted his teeth.

His hands dug deep into the cold, sticky mud.

He forcefully propped up his heavy body.

He struggled to get up from the mud.

Thick blood dripped down the tattered flying fish suit.

Two imperial guards quickly stepped forward to help him up.

They were roughly pushed away by Lu Jian.

He staggered.

He stumbled and staggered to his warhorse.

His rough fingers groped for the hidden compartment under the saddle.

He suddenly pulled out a wooden box wrapped in bright yellow silk.

With a click.

The wooden box is opened.

Inside lay a blank imperial edict, not a single word written on it.

There is also a half-piece of bronze tiger tally representing the highest authority of the Ministry of War to mobilize troops.

This was a token secretly given to him by Emperor Chongzhen before he left the capital, as a sign to indicate his intention to act according to circumstances.

The original intention was to suppress and control the arrogant and unruly troops of various factions when the situation in Liaodong got out of control.

Now this cold, hard lump of copper has become the last hope of the Ming Dynasty.

Lu Jian held up the imperial edict and tiger tally with trembling hands.

He turned around and walked step by step toward Chu Ze.

The frozen earth crackled and splintered beneath his official boots.

With every step he took forward, he was shattering his own reverence for the supremacy of imperial power.

He was personally tearing apart his own unwavering adherence to the laws and order of the Ming Dynasty.

He knew perfectly well that he was releasing these heavenly soldiers.

The cold wind howled fiercely at that moment.

The cold wind whipped up the remaining blood and mud on the ground.

Lu Jian stopped three steps in front of Chu Ze.

He held the bright yellow imperial edict high in his hand.

Blood seeped from his chapped lips.

His hoarse voice revealed a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy.

"Chu Ze, the garrison commander of Guangning, receive the imperial decree!"

The roar completely shattered the howling wind.

His voice conveyed a sense of desperate resolve.

Chu Ze's expression was solemn.

His hands quickly brushed against the hem of his casual clothes.

The movements were swift and decisive.

He clasped his hands together in a fist salute.

His body suddenly sank.

He slammed one knee heavily onto the hard frozen ground.

thump.

A dull thud echoed through the cold, muddy water.

Upon hearing the words "receive the imperial decree," Wang Erniu and Li Xunyi were both terrified.

The old hierarchical system instantly overwhelmed everything.

The two hurriedly lifted their clothes.

They knelt down in the mud with a thud.

His head was buried deep.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The players around them, known as the Calamities, showed no respect for the bright yellow silk ribbon.

Instead of kneeling, they excitedly pushed forward.

Hundreds of people craned their necks.

Their eyes widened, gleaming with fanaticism.

Some even raised the black cube in their hands and aimed it at Lu Jian.

They kept muttering incoherently, talking nonsense about the main storyline update and the start of a major server-wide event.

Lu Jian ignored the noise around him.

He suddenly pulled the scroll of the imperial edict open to both sides with both hands.

The bright yellow silk fluttered in the cold wind.

There was actually no word written on it.

But the contents of that edict had been etched into his mind the moment he learned that the 100,000 Jurchen troops were approaching the capital.

He took a deep breath of the cold morning breeze, which carried the stench of blood.

With the last ounce of strength in his chest, he shouted out the Ming Dynasty's final will to survive.

"The imperial edict reads: 'General Chu Ze, the garrison commander of Guangning, is unparalleled in loyalty and bravery, and has repeatedly defeated powerful enemies! Now, with the nation in peril, the country hanging by a thread, and the capital in grave danger! Therefore, I hereby order you to immediately mobilize all your troops and rush into the pass to defend the Emperor! There must be no delay! So be it!'"

Every word resonated and echoed outside the gates of Guangning.

The tremor caused the remaining blood and mud on the ground to shudder slightly.

Chu Ze raised his head.

His deep eyes concealed all sharpness and ambition.

He left behind only a pure and unwavering loyalty.

He raised his hands high above his head.

The veins on the back of his hand are prominent.

He steadily received the bright yellow imperial edict and half of the tiger tally handed to him by Lu Jian.

"Your subject, Chu Ze, obeys the decree!"

His voice was strong and resonant.

The sound pierced through the swirling ice shards.

This vow remains perfectly sealed on this frozen land of Liaodong.

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