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

"His soul...his soul has been scattered?"

Wang Erniu trembled, and the words he forced out were barely audible even to himself.

However, the next second, a completely different cacophony erupted in another space.

Inside the beginner's barracks, a soft white light materialized out of thin air, quickly outlining a human figure.

As the light faded, Shi Dali stood naked in place. He looked down blankly at his unharmed hands and then touched his muscular chest.

After a few seconds of deathly silence, he suddenly threw his head back and burst into a fit of ecstatic laughter.

"Holy crap! I can really be resurrected! I'm really alive again!"

He didn't feel weak at all. Apart from losing his initial equipment, he was as energetic as if he had just woken up.

"No punishment at all! Hahahaha!"

Almost simultaneously, in the view of all players on the city wall, Shi Dali's grayed-out avatar regained its brightness.

One player was the first to react, letting out a piercing scream in the makeshift team chat.

"He's alive! Meat Bro's alive! His profile picture is lit up!"

This news was like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly igniting the entire scene!

"Immortal! Brothers! We're fucking immortal!"

"What's there to be afraid of! What's the point of guarding the city walls! Let's just charge out and fight!"

"I can finally try the Leap of Faith! Meat Bro's pose was too ugly, I'll do a cool one!"

The fear and oppression they felt just moments before from witnessing death were completely overturned, transforming into a hundredfold, a thousandfold, unbridled frenzy and fanaticism. They were no longer flesh and blood; they were gods! They were indestructible beings!

On the city walls, this fervor is brewing.

A messenger stumbled and scrambled to Wang Erniu's side, breathless, his face contorted with fear and exhaustion.

"Boss! That...that madman who jumped down...he's...he's alive again in the barracks, naked as a baby!"

Wang Erniu's body, which had been stiff with shock, trembled violently.

He grabbed the messenger by the collar, his large, round eyes filled with bloodshot veins and madness.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"Really! Boss! Several people saw it! Lively and energetic! Still shouting and yelling!"

Wang Erniu shoved the messenger aside, feeling as if his bones had been removed. He subconsciously glanced at his hand holding the knife, covered in deep-seated scars and calluses, each representing a life-or-death struggle. He thought of his brothers who had died under the Tartars' blades, never to rise again. Everything he had believed in throughout his military career—courage, sacrifice, the end of death—shattered in that moment by the words, "You're alive again." The world, in his eyes, was becoming utterly strange and terrifying.

He dropped the waist knife that had been with him for many years.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal hitting the ground was crisp and jarring.

He went mad, pushing through the crowd blocking his way, rushing down the city wall, and running wildly toward the barracks.

He wanted to see it for himself!

When he kicked open the already rickety wooden door, the scene before him caused the last thread of "common sense" in his brain to snap completely.

The giant who should have been smashed to pieces was now standing naked in the center of the room, surrounded by a group of equally excited "heavenly soldiers." He was gesticulating wildly and boasting about his "feat" just now, spitting as he spoke.

"See that?! Just one jump! And he smashed that damn Tartar into a meat patty! That was fucking awesome!"

Wang Erniu stood at the doorway, the wind blowing in from behind him, but it couldn't dispel the icy chill emanating from him.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He rushed into the garrison commander's residence, forgetting even to announce his arrival, and barged directly into Chu Ze's study.

"Thump!"

This man, who had never bent his knees even amidst a hail of swords and arrows, knelt heavily before Chu Ze.

His body was trembling, and his jaw was chattering.

"General!"

His voice had completely changed.

"Sorcery! They can use sorcery! They...they are monsters!"

Chu Ze slowly put down the scroll of "The Complete Guide to Martial Arts" in his hand, calmly raised his head, and looked at the captain of his personal guard who was on the verge of collapse.

He had already watched the whole farce through the GM interface.

"I already know."

Chu Ze stood up, walked over to Wang Erniu, and helped him up.

His movements were slow, yet they carried an irresistible force.

"They are not demons."

Chu Ze's voice was steady and clear, carrying a peculiar power to soothe people's hearts.

"They are celestial soldiers, sent down to earth by the Jade Emperor to assist me."

Wang Erniu was stunned by these words, staring blankly at Chu Ze, his mind completely blank.

Celestial Realm... Divine Weapons?

Is it the Jade Emperor's... mandate?

Chu Ze didn't give him much time to think, and continued to reshape his worldview in a tone as if he were reciting divine decrees.

"These divine weapons, their souls return to the celestial realm, their physical bodies merely mortal shells. Once damaged, the celestial realm will naturally reshape their golden bodies. Therefore, they are fearless in the face of death and invincible in a hundred battles."

"This is a secret of heaven, and cannot be revealed. Do you understand?"

Wang Erniu was dumbfounded.

He recognized each word individually, but when put together, they stirred up a tidal wave of emotions in his mind.

So that's how it is?

So it turns out that the general... is a man appointed by Heaven! He is a true dragon emperor who can summon heavenly soldiers and generals!

All his previous dissatisfaction, confusion, and anger towards the players vanished in that instant.

Those strange words and actions are not madness, but the behavior of a deity!

Those fearless charges were not reckless, but a display of the power of divine weapons!

The sudden realization brought about an even greater frenzy.

Looking at Chu Ze's back, Wang Erniu realized that he was no longer a mortal general, but a god shrouded in divine light!

The fear on his face faded, replaced by an unprecedented, fanatical adoration.

He knelt down again, this time prostrating himself completely.

"This humble general...this humble general obeys!"

Chu Ze watched Wang Erniu's departing figure, the latter's back now ramrod straight, as if he had been reborn. He slowly turned around, his gaze profound. Using divine methods to establish a religion, though a devious path, was the only way to survive in this desperate situation. He sighed inwardly; this path was destined to bear countless lies and responsibilities.

He knew that this most crucial piece had completely won his heart.

Players are unaware that the NPCs have "imagined" them as gods.

The ecstasy of being resurrected was spreading rapidly among the players like a plague. They gathered in twos and threes, waving their arms excitedly and spitting as they talked.

In the team chat, all sorts of outrageous tactical ideas sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

"Brothers, I've got it! Next time we attack the city, let's form a 'Kamikaze' suicide squad! Everyone'll have canisters of fire oil strapped to their waists, and we'll jump straight from the city walls into the Tartar horde. We'll be burning alive as soon as we land! One for ten, a huge profit!"

"That's nothing!" Shi Dali's voice was gruff, yet tinged with smugness. "Why not just dig a tunnel under Huang Taiji's bed and give him a thousand-year kill! Let him know why flowers are so red!"

"That's too crude!" Zhou Keke, the infrastructure fanatic, followed closely with a meticulous tone typical of a science student. "I've done some research. We civil engineering students can study how to use human bodies as counterweights for slingshots to throw explosive charges directly into their central command tent! But we need to build a mathematical model first to calculate the accuracy of the projectile..."

The channel was silent for a second, then erupted into an even more intense uproar.

"Wow! Coco is awesome!"

"A human catapult? That's fucking cyberpunk!"

Guild leader Wang Han felt a chill run down his spine and quickly stepped in to maintain order: "Stop! Damn, they're all ruthless... **However, the idea of ​​human bombs is correct. We need to turn it into a tactic, not just mindless suicide. I propose forming a 'demolition team,' specifically responsible for demolishing key enemy targets. It needs to be precise, organized, and disciplined! I'll take the lead!"

Through the interface of the Mountain and River Map, Chu Ze took in all these absurd yet highly feasible statements.

There was no smile on his face, only a deep, calm stillness.

Like a chess player who has finally found his sharpest and most unreasonable piece to officially enter the game.

The time has come.

He turned around and looked at the huge map of Guangning's city defenses on the wall.

His gaze passed over the blood-soaked walls of Guangning, over the camps of tens of thousands of Later Jin soldiers, and finally landed on a location thirty miles west of the city, heavily circled with a vermilion pen.

That was the supply depot of the Later Jin army on the west side.

It's time for this newly born "undying army" to show its true fangs.