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

Chapter 165 Crazy Gold Coin Drop! Huang Taiji Abandons His Army and Flees in Disarray

At the bottom of Wolf Gully, a toxic fog, a mixture of pale white and dark yellow, churned violently in the howling wind. The pungent dust of quicklime, mingled with the ultimate stench of rotting entrails and fermenting excrement, delivered a tangible physical attack straight to their heads. Thousands of the most elite soldiers of the Upper Three Banners of the Great Jin Dynasty completely collapsed. They clutched their mouths and noses, writhing frantically in the muddy snow, strewn with severed limbs and filth, vomiting mouthfuls of acid mixed with blood.

Shi Dali's massive body sprang up from the snow-covered cliff face. He was covered in brownish-yellow filth and mud, emanating an extremely nauseating stench. He didn't care about these details at all; the pain shield on his system panel had long been set to its maximum limit.

His thick, muscular arms were bulging, his hands gripping the rusty, blood-stained greatsword tightly. His large, bell-shaped eyes were bloodshot with extreme excitement, and a greedy green light shone from the depths of his pupils.

"Dark gold equipment! All of it is mine!" Shi Dali tore open his broken gong-like voice, and a frenzied roar that shattered the sky erupted from the depths of his throat.

He strode forward with his thick, pillar-like legs, trampling over the shattered ice shells and flesh scattered on the ground, carrying terrifying momentum that could destroy everything in its path, and crashed directly into the chaotic Jurchen camp.

Blocking the way was a Niru Ejen of the Plain Yellow Banner. His face was covered in blood, his corneas burned through by scalding quicklime, and two streams of blood-tinged tears flowed down his cheeks. Blind, he wildly flailed his spear through the poisonous fog. Hearing Shi Dali's inhuman roar, he instinctively dropped the spear, grabbed the horn bow from his back, and desperately drew the bowstring taut in the direction of the sound, before finally releasing it in despair.

Whoosh! Three sharpened wooden arrows tore through the poisonous mist and hurtled through the air. The distance was simply too close; Shi Dali's massive body had absolutely no room to dodge.

*Thud!* The sharp wooden arrows pierced his flesh without resistance. Two arrows sank deep into his left shoulder blade, while the other pierced through the muscle on the side of his thigh. Warm blood gushed out instantly, staining his tattered cotton armor a glaring crimson.

Shi Dali charged forward without pausing for a moment. He carelessly pulled the wooden arrow from his thigh and tossed it aside, then grinned wildly at the swirling ice shards and poison powder, his mouth full of yellow teeth wide open.

"You little brat, trying to stop me with this little bit of damage?! Give me some gold coins!"

Using the terrifying momentum of the steep downhill slope, his massive body leaped into the air and pounced down. His weight of several hundred pounds, combined with the force of gravity, transformed him into a flesh-and-blood projectile, slamming directly into the side of the Niru Ejen's warhorse. Whoosh! A dull, teeth-grinding thud of flesh impact resounded. The warhorse let out a mournful whinny, its ribs snapping, instantly losing its balance and crashing heavily into the muddy pool of blood. The blind Niru Ejen had no time to dodge; he and his armor were crushed beneath the heavy horse's belly. The crisp sound of breaking sternum pierced the chaotic valley, utterly jarring.

Shi Dali strode forward, stomping hard on the struggling head of the Niru Ezhen, pressing his cheek into the foul-smelling mud. His thick arms, veins bulging, wielded his rusty greatsword in a semi-circle motion, hacking furiously down at the back of the man's neck. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* Three consecutive heavy blows. The rusty, chipped blade sawed through the Niru Ezhen's tough flesh, forcefully severing his thick cervical vertebrae. A bloody, mangled head, eyes wide open in death, rolled into the muddy puddle. The scalding blood gushing from the headless cavity erupted instantly, spraying Shi Dali's head and face.

Shi Dali hastily wiped the thick blood from his eyes, his rough hands reaching directly into the still convulsing corpse and frantically groping. He ripped off his pure silver waist token and bulging money pouch, stuffing them haphazardly into his crotch, kicked aside the headless corpse in his way, and, with his eyes gleaming green, turned to pounce on his next prey, blood-dripping greatsword in hand.

At the same moment, in the player channel at the edge of the retina, a dense barrage of comments was refreshing at an extremely frantic speed, with red text completely overwhelming the entire screen.

[Cultivation Party Member - Qian Lele: Holy crap! Brother Dali is amazing! This kill is mine, I just knocked him unconscious by banging the gong!]

[Civil Engineering Bro - Zhou Keke: Don't steal kills! Loot the corpses! Where's Huang Taiji? Find the one in the golden armor!]

[PVP Assassination - Qin Jue: Quiet down. I've reached the middle of the enemy team.]

Amidst the chaos of battle, Qin Jue wore a tattered Jurchen cotton armor stripped from a dead man. His face was smeared with black ash and blood, completely blending into the chaotic battlefield.

He bent over, his footsteps so light they were barely audible. The fine steel dagger in his hand twirled in the poisonous mist.

They specifically targeted the necks of Jurchen officers.

A Man of the Plain White Banner was screaming in agony, his eyes covered. Qin Jue pressed himself against him from behind, his left hand suddenly covering the man's mouth, while his right hand swiftly and cleanly slashed the man's throat with a dagger.

puff.

The trachea and carotid artery were severed simultaneously. Scalding blood spurted three feet away. Qin Jue casually removed the red tassel from the man's helmet, kicked the corpse into a nearby pit, and turned to disappear back into the poisonous fog.

The Jurchen elites were completely dumbfounded.

I've never fought a war like this in my life.

The Ming army on the other side didn't care about formations at all. There was no troop deployment, no commander in charge. It was just like the fighting tactics of street thugs.

Gouging eyes, kicking groin, biting ears, and sprinkling lime.

A cavalryman from the Bordered Yellow Banner swung his sword and felled a player. Before he could even sheath his blade, the player grabbed his leg, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on his calf, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

The cavalryman screamed and smashed the player's head with the hilt of his sword. The head was smashed open, brains spilled all over the ground, but the player's teeth remained firmly clenched in his flesh, refusing to let go even in death.

Wang Han trudged through knee-deep snow, his body riddled with cuts and wounds, blood gushing from his wounds.

Three Manchu soldiers cornered him against a cliff. Three long spears were pointed at his chest.

Wang Han suddenly stopped running.

He stopped and threw away the chipped piece of iron in his hand. He then spread his arms and charged headlong into the three spears.

puff!puff!puff!

The sharp spearhead pierced Wang Han's stomach and chest without any resistance. The spearhead emerged from his back, bringing with it large drops of blood. Colorful intestines squeezed out along the blood trail, falling onto the snow and steaming.

The three Manchu soldiers opposite them were stunned. A normal person would have collapsed screaming long ago after suffering such a fatal wound.

Wang Han did not back down; instead, he gripped the spear shaft that pierced his chest tightly with both hands. He grinned, his mouth gushing blood, the flesh on his cheeks twitching violently with extreme excitement, thick black blood gushing out from between his teeth and the corners of his mouth.

"Give me some gold coins, you bastards!"

Wang Han roared and ripped open the tattered front of his shirt. Inside was a bundle of crudely made explosives that reeked of saltpeter. He pulled out a flint and rubbed it hard against a rock, instantly igniting the extremely short fuse.

Chi Chi Chi!

Blinding sparks flew wildly in the poisonous fog, and the fuse burned to its last flame in an instant.

The three Manchu soldiers opposite were terrified by this suicidal act and frantically tried to pull their spears back.

Wang Han's eyes widened, his hands gripping the wooden shaft of the spear tightly. Squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body, he lunged forward like a madman towards the sharp spear tip, crashing directly into the arms of three Manchu soldiers.

boom!

A ball of dark red flame exploded with a deafening roar between the narrow cliffs of Wild Wolf Gully, tearing through the swirling snow and wind.

Wang Han's massive body was instantly torn apart by the violent gunpowder, turning into a rain of blood. Shredded flesh, broken bone fragments, and colorful internal organs, mixed with the densely packed rusty iron nails from the explosive charge, shot out wildly in all directions.

The three closest Manchurian soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly blown into a pile of mangled flesh.

The mangled corpse was violently thrown by the terrifying shockwave, crashing heavily against the dark rock wall before sliding down into a pool of bloody, mangled flesh.

Dorgon was less than ten paces from the epicenter of the explosion. He held his blood-dripping sword high, shouting hoarsely through the wind and snow, ordering his routed soldiers to regroup. The violent shockwave from the explosion, carrying shards of ice and severed limbs, slammed into his chest.

Click!

The steel breastplate, forged through countless hammer blows, shattered instantly, denting deeply inward. A dozen red-hot, rusty iron nails pierced through the thick cotton armor, embedding themselves deep into his flesh and bones.

The force of the impact sent Dorgon flying backward several meters, his feet leaving the ground before his back slammed heavily against the solid rock wall.

"Wow!"

Dorgon opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of thick, dark blood mixed with fragments of lung tissue. The already unhealed wound on his leg burst open again from the violent impact, and scalding blood instantly soaked through his coarse cloth trousers, dripping onto the ice and creating scarlet craters.

The excruciating pain ripped at every nerve in his body. He braced himself against the ground with the hilt of his knife, struggling to get up, but the world spun before his eyes.

Dorgon gasped for breath, the cold air mingled with the poison powder, his blurred vision sweeping across the Wild Wolf Gully, now a bloody pulp. His unwavering conviction crumbled at that moment.

The warriors of the Great Jin Dynasty never feared death. From the Battle of Sarhu to the present day, the Manchu Eight Banners relied on this fearless and courageous spirit.

But these strangely dressed madmen in front of us weren't fearless at all; they were reveling with their lives on the line! They could still laugh wildly and light explosives even after being stabbed through the stomach by a spear, and even after having their heads chopped off, their headless corpses would still cling to the legs of their warhorses and gnaw on them.

How can we fight this battle?! What can we use to stop these demons crawling out of hell?!

"Great Khan! Where is the Great Khan!" Dorgon spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes bloodshot, and roared wildly into the depths of the poisonous fog.

Deep within the swirling poisonous fog, Huang Taiji's face was covered in black mud and blood.

His bright yellow steel lamellar armor, a symbol of the supreme authority of the Great Khan of the Jin Dynasty, was now riddled with holes and tattered. His helmet, inlaid with pearls, was nowhere to be found, and his gray hair was disheveled and flying wildly in the wind, making him look extremely disheveled.

The remaining dozen or so elite Bayara soldiers stood back to back, protecting him tightly in the core.

"Great Khan! Run! The brothers can't hold them off!"

Turgh's cheek was burned by quicklime, causing the flesh to fester and peel, and his right arm was blown off at the root, his blood staining half of his body. With his only remaining left hand, he tightly gripped the broken half of his nicked sword, holding it horizontally in front of Huang Taiji, and roared wildly in a hoarse voice like a broken bellows.

Huang Taiji clenched his teeth tightly, and the enormous force of his bite shattered his molars. Crimson blood slowly trickled down the corners of his parched mouth.

Directly in front of him, the last hundred or so white-armored soldiers were using their own flesh and blood to forcibly form a human wall at the narrow valley entrance, desperately holding back the relentless, frenzied attacks of the strange people.

"Great Khan! As long as we live, we'll leave!" Turgh's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he shoved Huang Taiji hard with his left hand.

Huang Taiji's chest heaved violently, his breathing so heavy it seemed to exhale shards of ice. He stiffly turned his head, taking a deep look at Dorgon lying in a pool of blood, his life hanging in the balance, and then at the Manchu generals rolling on the ground, howling in agony amidst the poisonous fog and explosions.

The foundation of the Great Jin Dynasty was utterly severed at this moment. A hundred thousand soldiers perished in this desolate, nameless wilderness.

"Walk!"

Huang Taiji painstakingly carved out this single word from the deepest part of his teeth, each word dripping with blood.

Without any further hesitation, he turned around abruptly. A dozen or so bandits immediately spread their legs and surrounded him tightly in the center, forming an impenetrable fortress.

They completely abandoned the mess behind them, plugging their ears to ignore the desperate cries for help from their comrades. This last elite of the Jin Dynasty trampled over the slippery intestines, the mangled limbs of Manchu soldiers, and the bits of flesh of the foreigners, trudging madly through knee-deep snow towards the deep mountains to the north.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Shi Dali's bloodshot, large eyes swept around, piercing through the layers of poisonous fog and locking onto the panicked figure in the center, clad in tattered golden armor.

"Huang Taiji ran away! The rare, high-quality equipment is about to disappear! Get the hell out of my way!"

Shi Dali unleashed a roar that shattered the cold wind, grabbed the rusty giant sword with both arms, ruthlessly smashed through the crowd blocking his way, crushed the ice shells on the ground, and strode forward with his strong legs in a frenzied pursuit.

"Resting, you big sweater!"

Turgh's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a dying roar like a wild beast, lunging at Shi Dali. He used his remaining left arm to grab Shi Dali's thick thigh, opened his blood-stained mouth to reveal his gleaming white teeth, and bit down hard on Shi Dali's knee armor, even biting through the metal plate and embedding it deep into the flesh.

"Get the hell out of my way! Don't stop me from looting gear!"

Shi Dali flew into a rage, his eyes flashing with a terrifying ferocity. He gripped the rusty greatsword with both hands in a reverse grip, aimed it at Turg's neck, and slashed down with ferocious force.

Click!

With a piercing crack of shattering cervical vertebrae, the greatsword severed Turgh's head.

However, the headless corpse still retained its obsession from life, its left arm tightly gripping the flesh of Shi Dali's thigh, its teeth biting down relentlessly. Shi Dali roared in anger, kicking and shoving with all his might, finally managing to forcibly detach the troublesome corpse from his leg and kick it away.

When he raised his head again, wiped the blood from his face, and looked ahead...

At the end of the narrow valley, a fierce wind whipped up a sky full of white snow, and Huang Taiji's disheveled figure had long been swallowed up by the thick snow, leaving not even a single footprint.

He really got away.

"Damn it! My underwear!"

Enraged, Shi Dali slammed his greatsword into the hard frozen ground, tilted his head back, and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in the direction Huang Taiji had fled.