Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 362 My lover, please don't let love fade away~
The bandit leaders looked Du Cang up and down with the same expressions they would give a "rare find," just as a group of monsters discovered that a human was speaking "demon language" and wanted to repeatedly confirm whether the "luck" above the other person's head belonged to a human or a demon.

Du Cang was quite uneasy facing hundreds of bandits, and a large amount of hot sweat was instantly released from his pores.

Despite his courage in holding off the thieves from behind, fear overwhelmed him, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

He even doubted his own pronunciation, or perhaps the Red Turban Army had parted ways with the Beiwei Army, and the "spell" that "the sword of the previous dynasty cannot kill the official of this dynasty" failed to attract the attention of the Red Turban Army.

Du Cang swallowed his saliva, which was tinged with fear, and was about to say one last "Makgora" when the deadlock was broken by a bandit leader wearing white armor.

The man stretched out his arms, as if an eagle was protecting hundreds of fledglings behind him. The short axes and hammers in his hands slipped from his palms, and his helmet, gloves, and arm guards were also removed one by one. A group of witty henchmen around him began to shout for a duel.

"Since you've so sincerely challenged me to a duel, then I'll reluctantly accept..."

"I am the tribe's number one warrior, let me do it!" The speaker patted his chest, roaring like a hairless black gorilla accepting the challenge.

"What are you going to do? With your build, they could punch your brain into your intestines, circle the earth, and then spit it out from your anus!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!" the hairless gorilla roared. "In this sacred duel of honor, I will never back down!"

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me!

Another person, drawing on their experience of squeezing onto the subway, quickly weaved through the crowd and joined the "scramble," as if Ducang were a once-in-a-century hot commodity that everyone wanted to snatch.

Du Cang breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; the incantation had indeed worked!
When he first heard this incantation, a group of people shouted "Horde pigs" and "Alliance dogs" and began to spar. They showed no mercy even when fighting their own people, injuring and killing dozens of them.

This technique might be a "control method" used by enlightened masters, solely to prevent these fierce and powerful bandits from escaping control.

It's unbelievable that he, a mere mortal, could use it; it was truly worth it!

The servants looked at their master in disbelief, their hearts filled with turbulent emotions.

They never expected that their own general had unknowingly learned the bandits' "techniques" and, with just a few words, had thrown the bandits into disarray!
Instead of advancing, a group of heavily armored bandits formed a circle and shouted "rock, paper, scissors," while the bandit henchmen could only stand behind them and wait for orders.

If this delay continues, even more friendly troops will cross the river and escape!
General Du's strategy has been a great success!

"Hey, what kind of trouble are you causing now that we have a formidable enemy at hand!"

The commander rushed over, only to find hundreds of duel candidates already in a chaotic mess, while enemy soldiers in the distance were crossing the river in groups on a pontoon bridge.

He couldn't help but sigh that gamers are truly chaotic creatures, a mix of silliness and tyranny. Once they lose a common threat and victory is in sight, they'll start causing trouble.

If it weren't for the constraints of the basic rules, they could have laid down their weapons and surrendered just before beheading the enemy marshal, handing the victory to the enemy, just to enjoy the pleasure of "turning victory into defeat".

"I told you guys to watch your language. Even with a filtering system, NPCs can still exploit bugs. Now look what's happened, the NPCs understand our slang too..."

The commander didn't complain much about this, and he was occasionally surprised by the famous lines that the NPCs would say.

But jokes aside, the real issue at hand is still killing the government troops.

"Brothers, follow me and blow up the pontoon bridge! The more enemy soldiers we let escape, the more resistance we'll face in occupying Shandong!" The commander gestured to bypass the obstacles in front of him.

However, most players remained unmoved, raising their swords and cheering around the "duel arena," as if they were deeply immersed in the "orc" setting and were about to witness a sacred and glorious duel to the death.

Only a small number of players and ordinary soldiers obeyed orders and followed their commander to the riverbank, where they repelled the fleeing soldiers who were eager to cross the river.

"Damn it, why haven't we finished with the rock-paper-scissors group yet! Someone come and stop them!"

Hundreds of "spiritual orcs" were still playing rock-paper-scissors when more than ten players appeared, accompanied by their own music—

Even though the breach was just ten steps away, more than ten players insisted on vaulting over the sidecar, as if their hurdling posture was cool.

Their bizarre hairstyles and clothing made them look like a group of cyberpunk lunatics who had wandered onto the wrong film set and stumbled into a historical film.

The two men, carrying sturdy black cylinders on their shoulders, exclaimed, "Oh my, how did you know I just purchased a handheld rocket launcher developed by the weapons team, worth five hundred taels of silver plus two hundred merit points, and it comes with thirty special rockets as a bonus—a limited edition?"

"Nobody asked you!" the commander replied irritably, wildly swinging his sword among the enemy soldiers.

However, these cyber lunatics remained excited, showing off their weapons to the cameras of the "war correspondents," reciting scripted, monotonous lines, as if they were advertising their weapons division and getting a cashback offer.

Before long, the cyber lunatics finally got serious, with more than ten of them shouldering the black cylinders together, shouting, "Let the enemy see our combo attack! Wide-area Silence Thunder Cannon!"

Illuminated by flares, the chants ended, and the friendly forces on the side struck a "photography pose," preparing to record cool combat footage for a video.

But after the slogan ended, the Cyber ​​team stood there for a long time, but they didn't hear the sound of the "rocket launcher" firing.

Suddenly someone blurted out, "Wait, who's going to light the fire?"

"grass!"

It was only then that the brothers realized that while they were all posing and lifting the rocket launcher, no one had actually lit it.

"Damn it, the whole thing is a complete disaster!" The squad leader shouted, craning his neck and yelling around as he lit the rocket's tail fuse. "Cut this whole thing off!"

With the squad leader volunteering to ignite the rocket, the first modified Hale rocket was launched.

It was like the brightest star in the night sky, carrying the hopes of the cyber team, the commander who fought valiantly, and the orcs who played rock-paper-scissors as they streaked across the night...

It veered dozens of steps away from the pontoon bridge and plunged into the river with a deafening roar.

The first shot failed, but the squad leader smiled and reassured them, "It's alright! The first shot was just a calibration! Second shot, fire!"

The second shot, the third shot...

As the same signature move streaked across the night sky, rockets trailing trails of light shot out one after another, either crashing onto the shore and sending mud flying, or hitting the Ji River and splashing the fleeing soldiers.

This emboldened the routed soldiers who were initially afraid of the bandits' "magical weapons," and they strode across the pontoon bridge with their heads held high and chests puffed out.

When the seventeenth rocket still failed to hit its target, the squad leader angrily tossed away his tinderbox, pointed at the rocket launcher, and cursed, "What the hell is this piece of junk! 10% hit rate? I've fired almost twenty shots and haven't hit a single one!"

"That's just how the Hale rockets are; they're extremely inaccurate. The best thing to do is launch hundreds of rockets at once, and you'll eventually get lucky."

"Fuck you, give me my money back! That shitty weapons team cheated me out of my money! Give me back my hard-earned cash!"

The squad leader had barely finished speaking when he suddenly heard the sound of a rocket being launched, followed by a chorus of screams as people fell into the water.

The squad leader turned his head and saw that the rocket had hit the front section of the pontoon bridge, with broken wooden rafts scattered all around. Some of the people who had fallen into the water were struggling and calling for help, some were rushing to the intact rafts to support themselves, and some had not had time to remove their armor and sank to the bottom of the water.

"I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

The squad leader, quickly realizing the situation, looked embarrassed. He then noticed the pitying looks from his brothers, as if to say that losing wasn't so bad, but losing was embarrassing...

The next sentence was like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, giving the squad leader goosebumps: "Your hit rate is even lower than your chance of getting good items by spending money, dragging down the luck of all the brothers!"

"Oh no!"

The rockets streaking across the sky were like clusters of "palm thunder" emitted by sorcerers, or like small meteors streaking across the heavens, far more powerful and dazzling than the swarms of rockets produced by the Ming Dynasty itself.

Looking back at the Ji River, the destroyed pontoon bridge echoed with the mournful cries of defeated soldiers falling into the water. Du Cang knew that the retreat route of the defeated soldiers was completely cut off, and his role as a rearguard was utterly rendered useless. Large numbers of defeated soldiers knelt down before him in surrender, shouting "Your Majesty, spare our lives!" "General, spare our lives!"... Tens of thousands of government troops scattered overnight, and there were no more soldiers to stop the rebel army from advancing north.

Du Cang originally thought that the bandits would not be interested in fighting him now that the pontoon bridge was broken.

But to his surprise, the bandit leaders were even more stubborn than him. After a fierce "battle," they finally decided on a duelist named "Storm Rat."

"Let us have a go at you!"

With a "curved hairstyle" that could almost kill someone on its head, "Storm Rat" has shed its half-body armor, removed its bows, crossbows, muskets, and even swords and hammers, its round, fatty muscles swaying back and forth as if it were holding a full bottle of beer.

A flash of light and a meteor streaked overhead as Du Cang, who had also removed his armor and weapons, stepped forward several dozen paces.

The two stood ten paces apart, surrounded by hundreds of enemy and friendly infantrymen who shouted and yelled, making one feel as if they were in a gladiatorial arena under the spotlight.

Du Cang pleaded with the other side: if he wins, please spare his infantry.

If he loses, he begs the righteous army to show mercy and spare as many people as possible. Even if they must be killed, he asks for a swift death—he has heard of the cruel methods the Beiwei Army used to kill the Tartars, methods that made the Tartars regret being born.

Just then, a loud shout came from ahead: "General Du, rise up and kill these tribal orcs!"

"Don't get cocky, you League of Legends dog!"

"Kill the tribe!"

"Beat up the League!"

Du Cang was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't he an enemy of you? Why were there bandits encouraging him?

Moreover, there were quite a few bandits "supporting the enemy troops," with what appeared to be thousands of people shouting in unison!

Could it be that the rebel army was divided into factions that refused to obey each other, so the Red Turban Army changed its flag and established itself as soon as it broke away from the Beiwei Army?

It seems that the Red Turban Army is also riddled with internal contradictions and could easily fall apart if not handled carefully. The Ming Dynasty can still take advantage of the fact that the rebel army is divided and defeat them one by one.

However… Du Cang sighed briefly. The officials of the Ming Dynasty were all like insects, unable to unite as one as the rebel army even when facing a formidable enemy.

Even if the rebel army splits and fights internally, the Ming Dynasty may not be able to seize the opportunity.

Although Du Cang also disliked the scholarly manners, he knew that the Ming Dynasty was facing many setbacks and its fate was probably sealed.

"On your marks! The 5th Annual Gamer vs. NPC Deathmatch Tournament—now begins!"

With a loud snap, Du Cang turned his head and saw a small, exquisite handgun in the hands of the bandit soldier.

"Don't look around during the duel! Watch out, I, Storm Rat, am here!" Storm Rat shook his horned hair.

"bring it on!"

Hundreds of torches illuminated the scene, and the two men roared simultaneously, as if two heavy hammers had collided.

When they actually clashed, Du Cang realized just how troublesome this person was.

This person is like an elite veteran who has been intensively trained by multiple coaches or has survived ten years of battles on the battlefield. He is thoroughly familiar with various combat techniques and routines, and he is fearless of pain, launching attacks relentlessly...

After several rounds, Du Cang was forced into retreat, and no matter how many bandits cheered him on, he could not come up with a way to win.

Du Cang, his face covered in blood, looked unsteadily at the 'Storm Rat' ten steps away. The latter had only a few bruises on his face and chest and was in much better condition than him.

Blood trickled from his left eye. Du Cang shrugged, took a deep breath to gather the last of his strength, and then looked back at his men who were waiting for his victory.

He was determined to fight, to fight to the very last moment for the more than a thousand followers behind him!
Storm Rat was slightly taken aback, taking in Du Cang's performance.

"come on!"

Du Cang shouted, and through the blurry vision, Storm Rat swiftly attacked, its face still bearing a fearless, maniacal laugh, as if victory was already in its grasp.

Stormrat arrived, and Mori was knocked away like a rotten cabbage leaf.

This impact felt lighter than the previous ones, but he was too weak to get up. His whole body felt as if it were nailed to the ground, with the full weight of the Storm Rat pressing down on him.

He fought with all his might, but ultimately failed. It was a pity that his brothers who fought alongside him would become victims of the enemy's blades.

Just as Du Cang thought the bandit army was about to declare victory, like the "Makgora" of the past, he suddenly felt his body become lighter, as if he were being supported by an external force to stand up.

He glanced around and saw that Storm Rat had helped him up, the latter gripping his right wrist and raising it high. "The victor of this duel—Du Cang, the Yongping Military Commander of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Upon hearing this, the bandit generals swarmed around, lifted the victor Du Cang up and tossed him into the air, shouting excitedly as they did so, "Oh, oh, oh, General Du has won!"

The tribal leader then berated Stormrat for his incompetence, but the latter replied matter-of-factly, "Sorry, I'm actually from the Alliance."

The soldiers of the Du family breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Their commander's victory meant that, as agreed, their more than one thousand men were also spared from death.

They were indeed determined to die alongside their commander, but after witnessing a blood-soaked life-or-death battle, their initial fervor to fight to the bitter end cooled.

When a way to make a living is presented to them, they also want to return to their hometown, watch the wheat seeds in the fields grow little by little, and spend every spring, autumn and winter with their family in a simple hut.

"Why?" Du Cang's voice was soft, but he shouted out his final question with all his might, "Why did General Bao deliberately admit defeat?"

Upon hearing this, the Storm Rat smiled slightly, recalling the many games it had played—

He killed countless villagers in a peaceful village, let go of heinous prisoners, showed leniency to a group of enemy soldiers, and even used a nuclear bomb to flatten a country...

These memories are still vivid in his mind, but Storm Rat didn't mention a word about them, only simply replying, "Because it's fun."

Just for fun?

Upon hearing this, Du Cang nearly choked to death on his own salt soda.

Du Cang suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for still not being able to see through these unpredictable people, as if they were always hiding a top secret in their hearts.

However, none of this is relevant to Du Cang anymore.

The relief of being relieved of responsibility made him feel extremely tired. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, wishing he could sleep like that until the new dynasty was established.

The Red Turban Army should hurry up and overthrow the Ming dynasty; he's tired.

……

Just as Du Cang won the duel, Yang Wenyue and his band of defeated soldiers had reached the other side.

Yang Wenyue, whose lower body was soaked in the river, heard a faint cheer and quickly picked up his binoculars to look at the opposite bank.

Oh no! General Du and his men have been wiped out by the enemy!
(End of this chapter)