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

Chapter 164 Biological Weapons Descend, the Great Khan of the Jin Dynasty Becomes a Piece of Meat in the Eyes of a Madman

The wilderness of Yanjiao has returned to deathly silence. Only the howling wind echoes through the ruins.

Of the 40,000 Han soldiers and Manchu wounded soldiers, not a single one was left alive.

The abandoned Jurchen camp had been completely transformed into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood. Corpses were piled up in layers in the muddy pits, and blood stained the snow for miles around. Broken weapons, shattered pieces of wood, and entrails emitted a pungent stench in the frigid air.

The Guan Ning cavalry patrolled the camp. Anyone still breathing was stabbed to death with a single spear thrust.

Yuan Chonghuan sat astride his horse. The horse's hooves pounded over the bits of flesh scattered on the ground, making a smacking, sticky sound. He flicked the blood off his blade and exhaled a long breath.

Cool!

happy!

The gloom that had been hanging over their heads by the Jurchens for the past few years was completely dispelled at this moment.

The wind and snow stopped, and the sky was tinged with a bleak gray.

The thunderous hoofbeats crushed the remaining ice on the open fields of Yanjiao. Twenty thousand elite troops from the Upper Three Banners of the Great Jin Dynasty, covered in frost and grime and in the disheveled state of a defeated army, galloped northward.

Huang Taiji clung tightly to the broad back of the Uya horse. The frigid air rushed into his lungs through his nostrils, cutting into his internal organs with excruciating pain. He paid no heed to any of that; his rough hands gripped the reins tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

A dozen miles behind them, the faint rumble of cannons and the piercing screams of agony could be heard.

That was the Guan Ning cavalry slaughtering the 40,000 cannon fodder he left behind.

Huang Taiji's chest heaved violently as he exhaled a breath of foul air tinged with blood.

Trading 40,000 men for 20,000 core elite troops to break through is an extremely worthwhile deal. As long as these 30,000 elite troops remain, the foundation of the Great Jin Dynasty will not be broken.

"Great Khan!" Dorgon rode up, his severed leg scraping against the horse's belly, leaving a large patch of blood. His face was deathly pale. "The Ming army's iron cavalry is held back! Even that living devil Chu Ze hasn't caught up!"

Huang Taiji's withered lips formed an extremely ugly arc.

"Chu Ze is too greedy. If he tries to devour the 40,000 men I left behind, he will definitely miss the best opportunity to pursue us." Huang Taiji's voice was hoarse, filled with the relief of surviving a calamity and a deep-seated resentment. "By the time he finishes dealing with that abandoned camp, I will have already entered the mountains of Xifengkou. In the vast forest, what will he use to pursue us!"

Ahead, Turgh galloped on his horse, a blood-dripping scimitar in his hand, roaring, "Great Khan! Wolf Gully lies ahead! Beyond this gully lie endless mountains! The hooves of the Guan Ning cavalry will never be able to tread this deep valley!"

Wild Wolf Gully.

Two sheer cliffs rise high on either side, with only a narrow, winding path less than three zhang wide in between. Sharp icicles hang from the dark rocks.

Huang Taiji raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the narrow valley entrance.

A way out is right in front of us.

"All troops, speed up! Charge!" Huang Taiji roared, lashing his whip hard across the hindquarters of his horse, Uya.

The 20,000 iron cavalrymen roared and spurred their horses on, plunging headlong into the dark and cramped Wild Wolf Gully.

On the towering cliffs on both sides of Wild Wolf Gully.

Thousands of players lay prone behind the cold rocks, their bodies covered in thick snow. Their lips were purple from the cold, and they were shivering all over.

The player channel at the edge of the retina was completely flooded with comments.

[Civil Engineering Bro - Zhou Keke: Here it comes! The big fish's in the net! All you guys on the construction team, open your eyes wide!]

[Cultivation Party Member - Qian Lele: Holy crap, 20,000 people! A dense mass of red names! How many merit points must that take?!]

[Breaking Bad - Cheng Huaxue: Don't rush in! Wait until they're all inside! Don't step on a landmine! Don't step on a landmine!]

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Shi Dali lay sprawled on the edge of the cliff, his massive body curled up in a ball. He gripped the rusty greatsword tightly in his hand, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes gleaming with an extremely greedy green light.

The heavy sound of horses' hooves grew closer from below the valley.

Turgh led his Plain Yellow Banner white-armored soldiers at the forefront. These elite warriors of the Great Jin were filled with the ecstatic joy of escaping death and paid no attention to the layer of snow that had been stirred up beneath their feet.

A warhorse's iron hoof landed heavily on a slightly raised piece of ice.

Beneath the ice shell, the crude landmine spring mechanism that Gongshu Ban had personally crafted was instantly pressed to the bottom.

Click.

The extremely faint metallic clanging was practically insignificant amidst the clatter of horses' hooves.

next second.

boom!

A dark red flame exploded between the horse's legs.

The inferior gunpowder was severely damp, and the explosive force was so great that it couldn't even penetrate the steel boots worn by the white-armored soldiers. But the loud bang, reflected back and forth by the cliffs in the narrow, enclosed valley, was instantly amplified into a deafening thunderclap.

The warhorse had already been terrified all night, its nerves stretched to the limit. This sudden explosion was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The warhorse that had stepped on the landmine let out an extremely mournful neigh, its front hooves suddenly rearing up, its massive body instantly losing its balance and crashing heavily backward. The white-armored soldier on its back had no time to react, and was directly crushed under the horse's hundreds of pounds of weight, the crisp sound of his sternum breaking clearly audible.

This is just the beginning.

As the army poured in, more than 500 landmines planted by Gongshu Ban were triggered one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions echoed through Wild Wolf Gully. Sparks flew everywhere, mixed with bits of nails and ice shards.

"An ambush!" Turgh's eyes widened in fury as he roared hysterically, "Steady your horses! Don't panic!"

It's impossible to stabilize the situation.

The deafening explosion drove the 20,000 warhorses into a frenzy. They shook their heads wildly, foaming at the mouth, their hooves kicking erratically out of control.

The narrow mountain path was already incredibly crowded. Startled warhorses collided with each other; those in the front stopped, but those in the back couldn't stop and crashed head-on into each other.

Warhorses neighed, and men and horses fell to the ground.

A cavalryman from the Bordered Yellow Banner was flung off his horse, his body arcing through the air before crashing heavily into the snow-covered ground.

puff!

The seemingly smooth layer of snow collapsed instantly.

The trap set up by Zhou Keke, where horse bones were planted upside down, finally revealed its hideous fangs.

The cavalryman screamed as he plunged into the deep pit. Countless sharpened horse leg bones pierced through his thigh and calf. The white bone fragments protruded from the other end of his flesh, instantly staining the bottom of the pit red with blood.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream tore through the valley.

More and more warhorses stumbled, crashing into the deep pit along with their riders. Sharp horse bones not only pierced the riders' bodies but also went straight through the horses' bellies. Colorful intestines and entrails spilled onto the ground, and the stench of blood filled the air.

Huang Taiji, who was in the central army, was furious at the sudden change before his eyes.

"What's going on! Where did these Ming soldiers come from!" Huang Taiji roared in fury, whipping the soldiers running around him wildly with his horsewhip.

Dorgon held tightly to his frightened warhorse, his injured leg thrashing about and causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He looked up at the sheer cliff above, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Damn it! There's someone up there!"

On the cliff.

Cheng Huaxue suddenly stood up, holding a ceramic pot with a lit fuse high in his hand. He wore a gas mask, and his voice was filled with an extremely perverse fanaticism.

"Brothers! Serves the Jurchen masters a real treat! Biological mines, fire!"

Hundreds of players stood up at the same time and smashed the earthenware jars they were holding, filled with fermented excrement, rotten entrails, quicklime, and chili powder, down the steep cliff.

boom! boom! boom!

The earthenware pot shattered instantly upon impact with the hard rock and the warhorse's iron armor.

The substandard gunpowder inside was ignited, triggering an extremely terrifying secondary explosion.

There was no deafening roar, only muffled thumping sounds.

Large clumps of thick, toxic fog, a mixture of pale white and dark yellow, suddenly spread across the bottom of the valley.

The frigid winds were blocked by the sheer cliffs, preventing the poisonous fog from dissipating and effectively enveloping the entire elite Jin army.

Quicklime boils when it comes into contact with water.

A soldier in white armor instinctively rubbed his eyes, which were stung by the powder. The sweat on his hands mixed with quicklime, reacting violently in his eyes.

"My eyes! Ah—!"

The white-armored soldier threw down his heavy sword, covered his eyes with both hands, and rolled wildly on his horse. The scalding quicklime burned through his corneas, and two streams of liquid mixed with yellow fluid and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

The chili powder traveled straight up the respiratory tract and into the lungs.

Turgh inhaled a large gulp of the poisonous mist. His fleshy face instantly turned purplish-red. He bent over abruptly, clutching his neck tightly with both hands, hissing as he did so.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The violent coughing made him cough up his lungs. A large mouthful of black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs sprayed directly onto the horse's back.

Even more terrifying than quicklime and chili powder was the fermented stench specially prepared by Cheng Huaxue.

It was an ultimate stench, a mixture of rotting corpses, fermenting dead horse entrails, and the excrement of hundreds of thousands of people.

The aroma had just begun to spread.

Several thousand Manchu elites, who were usually ruthless and bloodthirsty, were immediately overwhelmed.

Stomach acid uptake.

A general from the Plain Yellow Banner couldn't even hold his sword; he collapsed onto his horse and vomited a large mouthful of yellow fluid. Soldiers around him followed suit, vomiting in droves. The filth mixed with the poisonous mist, turning the valley into a true hell on earth.

Huang Taiji covered his mouth and nose tightly, his eyes red from the smoke.

His horse, Uya, inhaled the poison gas and went completely mad.

The black horse let out an extremely mournful neigh, its front hooves raised high, and its huge body spun wildly in place.

"You beast! Stop!"

Huang Taiji roared and pulled hard on the reins with both hands.

But the warhorse's reason had been completely destroyed by the poison gas and stench. The black horse suddenly lurched to the side and crashed hard into the rock wall beside it.

The enormous impact sent Huang Taiji flying off his horse.

The Khan of the Great Jin Dynasty danced wildly in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the muddy snowfield, which was covered in vomit and poison powder.

The steel lamellar armor sparked brightly as it scraped against the rocks. Huang Taiji rolled over a dozen times before his head slammed into the carcass of a dead horse, instantly bleeding profusely from a head wound.

"Damn it!"

Dorgon dismounted without hesitation, dragged his injured leg, and rushed over, pulling Huang Taiji out of the mud.

Huang Taiji's face was covered in blood, and his helmet had long since rolled into a corner. His hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.

He gasped for breath, each breath sending sharp pains through his lungs. The quicklime and chili powder stung his eyes, making them water and blurring his vision.

"Ming army—where did the Ming army come from—" Huang Taiji gritted his teeth, squeezing out a broken roar from his throat.

He calculated everything.

They had calculated that Chu Ze would devour those 40,000 cannon fodder, that the Guan Ning cavalry couldn't catch him, and that Wild Wolf Gully was an excellent escape route.

But he failed to anticipate this.

The group of crazy, eccentric individuals under Chu Ze's command, who defy all common sense, actually ignored the 40,000 yuan prize that was already within their grasp and traveled dozens of miles ahead to this desolate wilderness to dig a pit for him!

"Damn it! The mountaintop is full of people!" Turgh coughed up blood and pointed to the cliffs on both sides.

Huang Taiji raised his head with difficulty.

On the cliff, countless figures appeared in the dim light of the sky.

There were no orderly military formations, no fluttering banners.

There was only a group of madmen dressed in strange clothes, holding scrap metal in their hands.

In the eyes of this group, there was no fear of the Great Jin cavalry, only an extremely pure and fanatical greed.

They stared greedily at their prey below.

"Brothers! Huang Taiji has fallen!"

At the top of the cliff, Shi Dali unleashed a roar that shattered the clouds. He raised the rusty giant sword with one arm, and the green light in his eyes almost burst forth.

"The legendary gear is right below! First kill is mine!"

"Charge! Grab the underwear!"

"I'll scatter the ashes of those Jurchen slaves to the winds!"

A deafening roar exploded within the Wild Wolf Gully.

Thousands of players went completely mad.

They didn't care about formations or tactics at all. Some people slid down the steep rock face, their entrenching tools scraping against the rocks, creating ear-piercing sparks; some even closed their eyes and jumped off cliffs several meters high, not caring about broken legs, getting up and continuing to charge forward.

A black mass of people cascaded down from the two cliffs.

Huang Taiji stared intently at the group of strange people rushing down, his blood freezing completely at that moment.

He saw a woman with a broken iron pot on her head, wielding a chipped shovel, cursing as she charged ahead.

He saw a thin man holding a butcher's knife, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the steel armor on the man's body.

This is not a war at all.

This is a wild party with no bottom line.

"Protect the Emperor! Fight to the death!" Dorgon drew his long sword from his waist and stood in front of Huang Taiji, his voice stern and fierce.

But the white-armored soldiers around them had already been half-dead from the poison gas and the chain of explosions. Some were blind, some were coughing up blood, and some couldn't even stand steadily. How could they possibly stop this group of Fourth Calamities that were practically unkillable and had gone completely mad?

Shi Dali's massive body crashed directly into the chaotic army.

His rusty greatsword swept out with violent kinetic energy.

Click!

A white-armored soldier who tried to stop him was smashed in two, sword and all, blood gushing out.

"Get out of my way! Don't block my loot!" Shi Dali kicked aside the mangled corpse on the ground, his large, copper-bell-sized eyes fixed on Huang Taiji, whose face was covered in blood, a few dozen steps away.

"Huang Taiji! Hand over the dark gold treasure chest!"

The thousands of players were unstoppable and instantly overwhelmed the most elite Shangsanqi of Dajin.

Huang Taiji pushed Dorgon aside and drew his sword from his waist.

This once invincible Khan of the Jin Dynasty, who dominated Liaodong, was now experiencing uncontrollable and violent trembling in his hand as he gripped the sword.

He finally understood why Chu Ze had let him escape.

Chu Ze wasn't after those 40,000 cannon fodder at all.

Chu Ze intends to use this most humiliating and cruel method to completely crush the foundation of the Great Jin Dynasty and the dignity of Huang Taiji, inch by inch, in this icy and snowy land!

"Chu Ze—!"

Huang Taiji raised his head and let out a desperate and mournful roar.

His response was a rusty kitchen knife that came crashing down on him.

"Call me grandpa! I'm going to give you a gold coin giveaway!" a player yelled as he pounced on him.

Inside the Wild Wolf Gully, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

An unprecedented battle has begun in this desolate place shrouded in poisonous gas and stench.