Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 5 Group Sports, Come or Not
Of course, now that you have just entered the game, a few lives are definitely not enough. You must achieve success as soon as possible, complete the main tasks, and get the "first pass reward" in exchange for more resources.

Huang Zilong lowered his head in thought. The game's opening background setting was the eleventh year of Chongzhen (1638), less than seven years away from the seventeenth year of Chongzhen (1644), when the Ming Dynasty fell.

The crumbling Ming Dynasty would collapse under the alternating consumption of the peasant army and the Jiannu.

When Zhu Youjian was hanged on the old crooked tree, the Southern Ming period, the peak of internal strife in East Asia, would begin.

Anyone who watches this stage will want to punch these incompetent and playful gentlemen to death, and then confidently say, "I can do it too."

However, the main plot of the game "Late Ming Dynasty" is to create a new country, such as Steam China, Space Empire, and Star Han 1k6.

There is no question of supporting Ming or Shun. No matter whether it is Zhu Ming, Li Shun, or Jian Nu, they will all be destroyed...

Then the problem is coming.

The NPC led a group of players to kill a small group of bandits, and the main force of the bandits will soon make a comeback.

Huang Zilong glanced at the "main mission of fighting bandits" in the upper right corner of the vision window.

To sum it up is——

The Black Wind Village has a large number of troops, and the bandits' den is at least ten miles away from Yangjia Village.

As long as you defeat the bandits, the reward will be extremely generous.

According to Huang Zilong's usual gaming thinking, he doesn't care about the enemy, he will just take the initiative to kill them and be done with them, it is impossible to wait for the enemy to come to him.

However, he looked at the spear stuck at his feet, took it in his hand and stabbed it a few times, feeling that he had become the cheapest "peasant spearman" in a Total War game.

With the current equipment, even if I had nine lives, it would not be enough to die, so I had to come up with some "tricks" to make up for the equipment gap between the enemy and me.

As a three-good youth of the new era, Huang Zilong often browses topics related to "wilderness survival", "building a hut", "travelers' guide", etc.

When it comes to traveling back in time to invent things, I can't say I'm an experienced person, but I can say I know a thing or two.

The simplest combat prop is undoubtedly the incendiary bomb.

Replace the glass bottle with a clay pot, fill it with alcohol, add sugar, and then fill it with raw lacquer as a thickener, and a simple incendiary bomb is ready.

Huang Zilong thought about it and shook his head to deny the above idea.

Since this game is absolutely realistic, such a poor village does not even have enough food, so naturally there is no surplus grain to make wine, and there will be no sugar.

Could it be that the idea that I just had died just like that?

Huang Zilong, who was born not to give up, seemed to remember something. His eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened, and his finger pointed to the sky.

He quickly quit the game, asked Baidu and his all-powerful group friends, and soon got an ancient version of the Molotov cocktail.

Charcoal, saltpeter, sulfur, natural honey, rosin, lacquer, natural asphalt...

If you really can't find the above items, the next best thing is to make a black powder incendiary pottery jar.

Huang Zilong does what he says.

Charcoal and saltpeter are among the most readily available items.

The scientific name of saltpeter is potassium nitrate, which can usually be found in the walls of dry toilets and in the soil where livestock live.

Huang Zilong looked around. Although Yangjia Village was poor, it had dozens of households and more than a hundred people. He couldn't see the whole picture at a glance.

So he grabbed a random villager and asked, "Excuse me, uncle, where is the toilet?"

The uncle looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, then raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

The uncle looked at Huang Zilong's hurriedly running back, and wondered why this group of Taoist priests' "magic soldiers" were so weird. They were jumping around and not doing anything serious. This time they all ran to the dry toilet.

It's really hard to understand.

As soon as Huang Zilong ran to the village dry toilet, he saw a group of muscular men crowded inside and outside, scratching the wall with their fingers.

He followed an indescribable stench and walked closer to see people holding wooden bowls and rags filled with white powder scraped from the wall.

At this time, someone patted his shoulder and said, "Hey, brother, pay attention to the first come first served principle, the line here is full."

The brother pointed behind him and Huang Zilong turned his head to look.

Sure enough, a group of players with "yellow labels" on their heads lined up outside the dry toilet, each holding a variety of containers, and complaining to the people in front of them to scrape less.

If I didn't know, I would have thought they were waiting for the cafeteria to open.

Huang Zilong was shocked. He had just formed the concept of the explosive pottery jar, and some players had already taken action before him!

But it doesn’t matter, the dry toilet is surrounded, as is the saltpeter soil in the chicken, duck and pig pens.

As long as you follow the correct process of extraction, filtering, boiling, removing impurities and purification, you can produce saltpeter, although it is time-consuming and laborious.

When he visited the livestock pens built near the house, he found that a group of players had already "occupied" the territory.

Using crude tools, they filled bamboo baskets with piles of soil soaked in poultry manure and urine.

The place they carried their baskets to was already set up with wooden barrels "borrowed" from the villagers. They filled the barrels with a layer of saltpeter soil and then a layer of wood ash, stacking and compacting them until the barrels were full. Then they punched holes in the bottom edges of the barrels and inserted tubes.

Then pour in clean water and dissolve the required substances into the water, obtaining bucket after bucket of "stinky coffee". By boiling over high heat, filtering, and adsorbing to remove impurities, you can get a small bowl of white powder.

Huang Zilong thought that since the saltpeter making business had been taken over by others, he could probably go cut trees and make charcoal himself.

As a result, every household in the village had stored dry firewood and charcoal, and they offered them up as soon as the NPC Taoist priest gave the order, without him having to do anything at all.

Even honey, rosin, lacquer, asphalt, and other naturally available products were secretly stored by some villagers. "Fuck you..." Huang Zilong angrily threw his spear to the ground. He had been working on it for a long time, but all his good ideas had already been ruined.

If he does it again now, no matter whether there is room for intervention or not, there will be no "first pass" reward at all. Wouldn't that be like begging on his knees?

While Huang Zilong was worrying, he saw many players busy cutting down bamboo in the distant bamboo forest. When he got closer, he could see more players sitting on the ground, tying the simply trimmed bamboo joints together horizontally and vertically. There were also some dexterous country women helping.

Some were bamboo shields held by one person, some were bamboo nails, bamboo spears, bamboo bows, and there was also a large shield woven together from multiple bamboo shields, which was large enough for ten people to carry.

"What are you doing?" Huang Zilong asked without hesitation.

A player who was busy working looked up and glanced, "The main force of the bandits is coming to kill us, let's make some weapons to protect ourselves."

"Self-defense?" Huang Zilong looked around and pointed at the large shield. "That thing is obviously an offensive shield. If it had some wheels, it could be used as a battering ram."

The player who was trimming bamboo joints stood up, and the name "Lü Xiaobu" above his head lit up, as if introducing himself.

"Yes, good eyesight. We are planning to take the initiative to attack the bandits."

"Taking the initiative to attack?" Huang Zilong was puzzled. "Where is their lair?"

"do not know."

"How many troops are there?"

"do not know."

Huang Zilong was choked and speechless for a moment, wishing he could spit out a mouthful of salt soda to kill this guy.

He paused for a moment before saying, "I don't know anything. You're all so excited here? If someone didn't know, they would think you were going to attack the county town."

"What's a mere county town? Give me another 5,000 'French fries' and I'll go attack Nanjing!"

"What? Do you think you are Li Yunlong?"

When these words were spoken, the women helping around were all stunned. They had no difficulty understanding the accent, and Nanjing could also understand what he meant.

I just don't know what the word "French fries" means.

"Hehehe, just kidding." 'Lü Xiaobu' walked over, put his arm around Huang Zilong's shoulders, and said in a friendly manner, "Brother, which batch of internal test players are you from?"

"Second issue."

"No wonder, look over there."

Lu Xiaobu pointed to a big tree in the south of the village. Several players were gathered under the tree, and three swaying figures were hanging on the tree.

"What is that?" Huang Zilong squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Before the second group of players entered the game, we captured the first batch of bandits alive. As long as the brothers get the information, we can rush straight to the bandits' lair in the first place—"

After hearing what Lu Xiaobu said, Huang Zilong indeed found that the three captives were all hung upside down on the tree branches with rags stuffed in their mouths.

The players under the tree shouted "Speak or not?" and "I told you not to be so stubborn" while waving bamboo sticks to beat the prisoners.

"No, the prisoner has something stuffed in his mouth. He can't speak even if he wants to!" Huang Zilong exclaimed.

Lu Xiaobu turned his head to look, quickly putting away his awkward yet polite smile, and said seriously, "Ahem, that's part of the plan. You know, these bandits and gangsters call themselves righteous men, and loyalty is their most important thing. It's harder to get them to betray their brothers than to kill them. We have to make them suffer a little first, so they know what's right and wrong. It's okay."

As soon as Lu Xiaobu finished speaking, he whispered something to his teammate next to him, and the latter hurriedly ran under the tree.

I don't know what they talked about, I just saw the player under the tree quickly remove the rag from the bandit's mouth, and the sound of shrill howls spread all around.

Not to mention where the thieves' lair was or how many troops they had, the captives even told them the color of their good brother's underwear like pouring beans.

Huang Zilong cursed inwardly, thinking that this bandit had no sense of loyalty at all. He cried and confessed as soon as the rag was taken off.

Are you sure it wasn't your teammate who forgot to take off the rag gag?
Lu Xiaobu paused, turned around, and patted Huang Zilong's arm. "The first batch of players are all forming their own teams. How about teaming up with my brothers when we go fight the bandits? That way we can have some coordination."

Thinking of the unreliable teammates around this guy, Huang Zilong turned around and left, "Next time for sure."

"It's okay. I understand how you lone wolf players play. Remember to come to us when the battle begins. Remember, our Yulin Army team will always have your solid backing..."

Forget about the solid backing. The team only has a dozen people, and I'm afraid they can't even break into the bandits' camp.

Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, Huang Zilong sighed that the happy time really flew by.

According to the comparison between this game and reality, it should be dawn in reality.

Although Huang Zilong is a self-media blogger and has not been very busy with work recently, the game is like an ancient time without electricity. It is pitch black at night and you can't see your hand in front of you. You can't do anything you want to do, so you might as well go offline.

……

Huang Zilong opened his eyes again and skillfully took off his gaming helmet. What came into view was still the familiar ceiling.

The time is 08:49.

Twelve hours had passed since he entered the game, but he didn't feel tired at all. He even felt like he had been anesthetized by surgery, with all his worries gone. It was as if he had never slept so well in his life.

The health bracelet also showed that his sleep quality last night was extremely high, not only surpassing his previous sleep quality, but also beating 99% of Internet users in the country.

Oh my god, this game actually has the health function of improving sleep quality?
Even though last night lasted twelve hours, it felt like a short and quick dream.

The time you feel in this game flies by very fast, which can not only improve your sleep quality, but also make use of one-third of your life. You can even secretly compete in the game to prepare for your senior year of high school, civil service exams, and postgraduate entrance exams!

The game "Late Ming Dynasty" is so fun!
Huang Zilong couldn't wait for dawn to arrive on the gaming side.

(End of this chapter)