Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 61 Goodbye, Mom. I'm sailing away tonight.
A team of dozens of people walked out of the crowd. They were wearing uniform armed cotton coats, with machetes on their waists, bows on their shoulders, quivers swinging behind their waists, and their snow-white hair tied into buns with ropes.

Could this be the White-haired Army, the "loyal lone Tang Dynasty enthusiast" in the combat group?

I saw a white-haired captain holding something in his hand. He walked up to the band leader and handed it to him. The latter immediately smiled and raised his OK gesture to indicate that it was okay.

"All members of the White Hair Army have been awarded the title of the top team. Each person is rewarded with one SeSe ticket, one hundred merit points, one resurrection code, one filter skin, and one resurrection code skin."

As the host's speech came to an end, the band members began to play music.

As a burst of brisk music entered his ears, Huang Zilong vaguely felt that something was amiss.

Dozens of white-haired soldiers danced to the music, raising their arms in unison and shaking them slightly, their bodies swaying up and down, and their heads tilting from side to side, as if they were galloping on horseback.

"It's the California girl's victory settlement MVP dance!"

Lu Xiaobu recognized the familiar dance moves at a glance and couldn't help humming along with the ancient music.

"You play American songs on ancient instruments and even do a weird dance in front of the peasant army. You've completely destroyed all the laws of our ancestors."

The breakthrough player expressed disgust, but his body couldn't help but raise his arms and shake his head to the rhythm, as if he was doing a healing action in a game with a modified model.

Word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and soon, hundreds of players were infected by the settlement dance and started jumping along with it.

Even Li Guo, who was watching the whole process but didn't understand the "beggar army culture", couldn't help but twist his waist, while his adopted son learned quickly and was already jumping up and down.

Although the dance looked a little silly, Li Guo, who had been with the Beggars for many days, knew very well that although the Beggars seemed unreliable on the surface, they were actually very smart and had a purpose for doing anything weird.

Perhaps this dance that he couldn't understand could make people healthy or bring good luck.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Li Guo slapped his head. The siege equipment was complete, and the strategy of dividing the troops to attack the city was also decided.

Each infantry regiment attacked a city, while he and another infantry regiment attacked the relatively difficult Xinyang City.

But their respective goals have already been set, so why hasn't the commander-in-chief "He Lusi" shown up yet?

If the Beggar Army becomes bigger and stronger in the future, the commander of this army will be the overlord who becomes king or emperor.

Regardless of whether Li Guo stayed in the Qihuo Army for a long time, even as a guest, he had to report important information to the Marshal.

He had been searching everywhere for the Marshal these days, but couldn't find him among the corpses on the battlefield. There was only a corpse wearing the Marshal's armor that looked quite similar, but its face was smashed to pieces. When he asked the Qihuo Army, they all said that this person was not "He Lusi".

But where could the commander-in-chief of the army go?

Could it be that he took a few trusted people to scout the enemy situation nearby?

Li Guo's uncle, Li Zicheng, liked to personally lead his team to conduct reconnaissance deep into dangerous areas, and he was almost killed by government scouts several times.

Li Guo tried to persuade his uncle several times, but his uncle just wouldn't listen.

It is impossible that the thriving commander of the Beggar Army would suddenly be killed by the landlords and militiamen, right?

As Li Guo was thinking this, he suddenly looked up and saw a familiar figure.

He hurriedly trotted over and looked at the man carefully. It was indeed the "He Lusi" he had been looking for for many days, but his face had changed, like the subtle difference between brothers.

"Li Da has met the Marshal..."

"Hmm?" The man was slightly startled, then said solemnly, "I'm no longer the Marshal."

"what?"

Li Guo was a little confused. "Not anymore" meant it was in the past. This also proved that Li Guo had not found the wrong person. This person was He Lusi.

I don't know where he has been these days.

He Lusi didn't hear what Li Guo was saying, but he was also complaining in his heart, wondering how someone could recognize him after rushing here a few days after he died in battle.

Fortunately, the brothers didn’t say that He Lusi was dead, so the old character setting can still be used. Otherwise, the next time he is resurrected, we will have to abandon the “default face-pinching” and manually pinch his face.

"You single-handedly founded the Qihuo Army from beginning to end, which is why you hold the popular and highly sought-after position of commander-in-chief. How can you just say you're no longer in that position?"

"We, the Beggars, have different rules. Our wartime commanders are all elected by the Beggars."

"Ah? The Marshal can also choose?"

Li Guo could understand this series of words, but when they were put together, they were a bit shocking to his worldview.

The Marshal can indeed be elected, but he will only be elected once. Once the order between superiors and subordinates is determined, it becomes a system. It can be said that as long as the rebel army wins, the Marshal will be the future overlord or emperor.

How can we re-elect an emperor after every war?

Could it be that the Beggars Army really believed in and implemented the principle of "The emperor takes turns, and it will be my turn next year"?
"The new commander-in-chief is Wang Tutu. Did you see that?" He Lusi pointed to the excited young man on the podium who was shaking a bottle of beer vigorously.

His unruly look was very much like that of an ancient dandy, and if he had two beauties on his left and right, he would look even more like one.

"what?"

Li Guo felt that his brain was totally inadequate, and he deeply realized the unfathomable depth of the "beggar army culture".

Every detail made him doubt his life and whether the life experience of the past few decades was correct.

How many unknown skills do you beggars have?
Li Guo sighed briefly.

Since he is here, he should make the best of it and do whatever the Qihuo Army says.

……

The news of the government army's defeat had already spread throughout southern Henan, but the poor Shuanzhu did not care about it.

As a small military household whose family has been poor for generations, he just wants to solve the problem of food today.

After all, the family still owes a lot of debts to Baihu, and if they don't repay some of it quickly, they will be in big trouble.

According to the ancestral system of the imperial court, each military household could be allocated between 20 and 50 mu of land.

But as we all know, systems will collapse if they run for a long time.

The military households born later no longer had their own share of land and could only work hard to cultivate a few acres of thin land. Even then, they were still treated like animals by their superiors.

Only after finishing cultivating the land of the superior master can one go to tend to one's own land. Most of the meager land cultivated with great effort must be handed over for "military use".

You should know that most military positions in the Wei Suo sequence are hereditary, which means that your boss is your boss, and your boss's son is still your son's boss, and the hierarchy is passed down from generation to generation.

As a result, the lower-class military households were hungry and had to work like slaves. They were even worse off than serfs. How could they have any fighting capacity?

In theory, military households could also have other ways to advance, such as being selected as soldiers in a camp, taking the imperial examinations, and winning military merit by beheading people. However, it is easy to understand that only wealthy families with surplus food and the ability to support extra people could do so.

People from a poor family like Shuanzhu are destined to be slaves all their lives, and be bullied and humiliated by their superiors.

When he thought of this, Shuanzhu felt his butt hurt again.

Brother Shitou, who is very prestigious among the young people, initiated a food-hunting operation, and his brothers from the same castle went out together.

"Old Jintou, the carpenter next door, said that every time the government army suffered a defeat, wealthy families would flee together, leaving behind some items from time to time. If we pick them up, we can exchange them for money to buy food!"

"So where should we go? If we run into bandits, will they kill us?"

"Maybe not. The beggars always like to eat the rich. They look down on us poor people who can't even squeeze out two ounces of oil." Another smart soldier said.

"That's not necessarily true. Bandits are very good at killing people. They kill us one by one, and there's no way to complain."

Whether the beggars were good or bad, the soldiers couldn't agree on a conclusion. A few hungry young men put their dispute aside for the time being and dragged their weak bodies eastward in search of food.

It was only a distance of about ten or twenty miles, but they took twice as long as they did due to their weak bodies. They had to stop and rest several times along the way.

They did see several groups of wealthy people fleeing.

They would always rush forward, crying and howling, begging the masters for some money and food.

But the masters were kind-hearted and could not bear to see such miserable people, so the servants and housekeepers came forward and beat them away with sticks.

The smallest blind deer among the companions ran slowly and was hit hard by several sticks. It was almost beaten to death. It was Brother Shitou who risked his life to rescue it and pulled it back.

Shuanzhu was tripped by something while running away. When he stood up, he found it was an empty bottle that had been left behind. "Brother Shitou, what do you think this is?"

Brother Shitou walked over and took a look, but didn't see anything special. He just thought the bottle felt good. "It should be worth some grain... Let's search it again."

Everyone scattered to search for items, but could not find anything useful.

"How about we just leave it at that today? Take this bottle to exchange for a few liters of millet. I'm almost starving to death." Shuanzhu picked up the bottle and put it in his arms.

I only heard the panting blind deer pointing in the distance and saying, "What is that?"

Everyone followed the instructions and looked into the distance, where a group of armed men with colorful flags were heading towards Xinyang.

Brother Shitou changed his previous calmness and recognized the simplest word "beg" at a glance. He immediately felt his hands and feet cold and he was at a loss.

"It's bandits! Run, run!"

(End of this chapter)