Origin Paradise!

"Judging from the results, there are 800,000 corpses in the city, while on the other side is an army of 80,000 led by the Iron-Capped Prince Tie Duo, of which 30,000 are the elite Banner soldiers of the main force with fierce combat skills."

Beside him, the old man in the straw hat said in a venerable manner: "A regular soldier, especially one who has been fighting for more than ten years, is probably superior to ordinary people in all aspects of physical fitness. The standard-bearer soldiers of this unit are equipped with armor. In ancient times, they were human tanks. In addition, with their battle formation skills and teamwork, we need to cooperate. Players below LV10 are far from being a match for our army. Of course, if any of you dare to bring a heavy machine gun, I will risk my life to accompany you."

At the scene, the old man in the straw raincoat temporarily expressed his support.

Chu Fuqiang continued, "I am the leader of Group A of the Southern Region Operations Department of Good Order Company. I hereby declare in advance that I will abide by the four major disciplines."

"First: It does not harm the interests of neutral players."

Second: Do not offend innocent civilians.

"Three: Respect the extraordinary natural evolution."

"Four: Resolutely crack down on players from the evil faction."

On the right, Cangshan Fuxue, wearing a mahjong six-dots headpiece, couldn't help but complain: "Brother, you're too famous."

Chu Fuqiang said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "It's a request from higher-ups, I can't do anything about it."

The black-robed man remained silent about the chaos.

Jiang He asked, "How do you define neutral and evil factions?"

The old man in the straw hat laughed and said, "Their Order Bureau has obtained the legendary jade seal, which is of perfect quality above the best. It can be called a powerful artifact to suppress the world. Once the decree is issued, the true nature of each faction will be revealed. It will only be a matter of whether the players have done humane things in their daily lives."

Chu Fuqiang coughed twice to remind the old man in the straw hat not to overstep his bounds, and then said, "The massacre of Yangzhou is over once the Qing soldiers enter the city. We must quickly join the defense. According to historical records, General Shi's garrison has more than 10,000 men. We are not without a chance of winning. I am personally good at defense and am quite strong."

The old man in the straw hat weighed the fishing rod in his hand and said, "Specialized and agile, skilled in fishing."

Cangshan Fuxue took out a piece of yellow paper: "A talisman."

The man in black robes flipped his hand erratically and said in a hoarse voice, "Palm technique."

Jiang He took out the crossbow hanging from his waist and said calmly, "I specialize in forging and know some spear techniques."

Chu Fuqiang looked pleased; everyone was very cooperative.

"Then let's do it right away..."

Just then, a desperate shout rang out from outside the courtyard.

"The city has fallen!!"

"Lord Shi is dead!"

"The Qing soldiers have broken in! Run!"

Chu Fuqiang: "..."

If this isn't bro, what's the point of playing?

"Damn it, they didn't even give us a chance." Chu Fuqiang broke down. Including the time spent talking, they had only been there for less than five minutes.

As the group arrived on the street, they saw dozens of tall horses crossing the city from the north. The leader was dragging the corpse of a man in general's uniform, heading south to find Tie Duo to claim credit. The onlookers were all horrified and quickly huddled behind doors and windows, for soldiers were like bandits, and one wrong move could mean certain death.

Jiang He suddenly turned around and found that the figure of the black-robed man was no longer around.

"What are your tasks?"

The other three realized what was happening, and Chu Fuqiang sighed softly, "Survival for ten days, but the Origin Game didn't say that joining the Green Army was forbidden. It's just that I can't get past my own conscience."

Cangshan Fuxue shook his head. "If a young woman runs over after only ten days of survival, she'll be walking into a trap. I don't intend to test their rationality."

The old man in the straw hat hesitated, but after glancing at Chu Fuqiang, he ultimately chose to stay. The other party knew his real identity. In order to unite more extraordinary individuals, the Bureau of Order specially launched the bounty hunter system and adopted a special policy of limited cooperation.

Jiang He said without changing his expression, "Our mission is to survive for ten days. Cooperation is the most efficient way. However, we definitely can't stay in this house any longer. Chaos might lead to a large army attacking us."

Chu Guofu made a quick decision: "Everyone, go back to your rooms and pack your things. Take all your valuables with you; you can use them in case of emergencies."

"Buying lives—historically, on the first day after the city fell, the situation had not yet completely collapsed."

Jiang He strode away. The He family was a large courtyard, and each male member had his own room. When the city was being raided, such wealthy families were the main targets of the Qing soldiers. However, they did not kill everyone they saw as soon as they arrived. Instead, they would plunder money and valuables one by one to save time and energy from searching everywhere.

In He Lao Si's room, Jiang He found thirty taels of silver and a few coins, the edges of which showed signs of being cut. A box of copper coins was scattered and piled up to the brim. On the table, in a conspicuous position, was a letter, the ink still wet.

The letter mainly contained an invitation. The Qing army had crossed the river, and amidst the chaos of war and the influx of refugees, He Laosi invited acquaintances to his home for refuge. The letter was signed by a woman.

After reading the letter, Jiang He burned it. It probably involved a side quest, but unfortunately, he was under the responsibility of the executive officer assessment and didn't have the energy to explore it further. Two hundred flag soldiers were not a big deal, but killing Tie Duo was fraught with danger, and the target might not be without superhuman guards. The Iron-Capped King had immense power.

……

at the same time.

The main force of the Qing army, disguised as reinforcements, entered the city. Minister Shi of the Southern Ming Ministry of War died to prove his loyalty. When the remaining defenders on the city wall saw that Yangzhou had fallen, they instantly lost their fighting spirit and fled in panic.

Previously, in order to fight against the enemy, Minister Shi ordered the construction of wooden planks between the narrow city walls and civilian houses to house cannons. Now, the remaining Qing soldiers are launching a fierce attack, the streets are crowded and chaotic, and amidst the flashing blades, the defending soldiers are crawling on the planks to escape. As a result, the planks could not bear the weight, and people fell like leaves, with eight or nine out of ten dying from the fall. Their brains splattered, bones protruded, and they were like rotten mud.

Chapter 16 Chaos

A group of people regrouped at the entrance.

Chu Fuqiang found a stack of IOUs in the room, all left by a general surnamed Yang who was stationed in the western part of the city.

Meanwhile, in the family genealogy of the ancestral hall, the name of the second son of the He family, He Xiuchu, was found in the snow-covered Cangshan Mountain. He had accompanied his wife to visit her husband's family today and went to the Yan family cemetery.

Jiang He found a pig-slaughtering knife in the kitchen. His inventory only contained the Long Hatred Spear, and he was temporarily lacking a secondary weapon for close combat.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the old man in the straw hat and raincoat said bluntly, "I'm sure the three of you have heard about the horrors of the Yangzhou Massacre. The upcoming massacre of the city will not be a pleasant sight."

“The four of us are a unit. Let me make this clear from the outset: in special circumstances, such as rescuing someone, we must obtain everyone’s consent before we can act.”

"Moreover, we can't make up stories afterward, or keep all the rescued people with us. The more people there are, the easier it is to be discovered, which objectively increases the difficulty of our survival."

"Of course, if you're not willing, we can part ways and talk things out beforehand to avoid any unexpected problems later. That's just how I am. I'm already quite old, and when people get old, they just live by their memories. But unfortunately, I didn't have much to cherish in the past, so now that I'm a player, I'm even less willing to die."

The old man in the straw hat looked at Chu Fuqiang and added, "However, I will not join Qingbing in doing evil."

Jiang He noticed the change in atmosphere. Everyone had their own thoughts. The old man in the straw hat was unwilling to cause trouble, and the man in the black robe, Luan Xiang, immediately switched sides after hearing that Yangzhou had fallen. What was initially envisioned as a situation where the five of them worked together was now in grave danger.

After a while, Chu Fuqiang said, "Let's go to He's second son's place to avoid trouble first. After we find out what's going on from him, I'll leave immediately and try my best not to implicate you."

He looked at the two people beside him and continued, "I plan to go to the city wall to gather the defeated garrison and then fight the Qing soldiers in street battles. The outcome is not expected to be very optimistic. There may not be many of these defeated soldiers who still have the courage to fight, but we will do our best. If you two are interested, you can come with me. It's not a matter of forcing or not forcing."

Cangshan Fuxue handed over five yellow paper talismans to maintain a simple relationship with the Bureau of Order, and then decisively sided with the old man in the straw raincoat.

Jiang He pondered for a moment. He actually preferred the old man in the straw raincoat, but given the mission requirement of killing two hundred Qing soldiers, the probability of completing it by working with Chu Fuqiang was definitely higher.

Everyone made their own choice.

"Then let's set off," Chu Fuqiang said.

……

Yangzhou has been a prosperous city since ancient times, with wealthy merchants and prominent families, and thus possesses countless gold and silver treasures.

News of the Qing army's breach of the city spread rapidly. More than half of the more than 10,000 routed soldiers died from falls and trampling. The people kept their doors and windows tightly shut, and order collapsed. Instead, rioters and thugs created chaos first.

Thousands of cavalry swept through the city streets, launching attacks without hesitation on any fleeing soldiers they encountered. This cavalry force was the elite of the Ironlords' conquests, all clad in white armor. As their horses moved at high speed, they swung their swords, the impact propelling the blades so powerfully they could almost pierce the armor.

A captain led his three hundred men to patrol the western ward of the city. After entering the city, Tie Duo listed nine wards and twenty-seven streets according to their location, and then assigned the streets to his subordinate captains to carry out orderly looting and killing.

Under the command of the commander were 1,115 elite soldiers.

The commander had three hundred elite soldiers under his command.

As for the more than 50,000 surrendered troops who had been captured along the way, they had to wait until their own troops had "eaten and drunk their fill" before they were allowed to enter the city.

The captain rode ahead at a leisurely pace, his eyes scanning all directions. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted four people sneaking forward furtively at the base of the wall.

An old man carrying a fishing rod, a woman wearing a strange headgear, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, and a burly man who seemed to be wearing armor.

The captain looked strange and waved his hand down. The adjutant understood what was happening and immediately ordered his personal guards to shoot them. These elite soldiers originally lived between the white mountains and black waters and belonged to a wild tribe. Due to the extremely harsh living environment, they had developed strong physiques and archery skills.

Dozens of bows were drawn, and the air filled with the crackling sound of wood being pressed down.

"Release them!" the adjutant shouted.

The arrows flew through the air at great speed, but the four reacted swiftly, darting into the alleyway in pairs. The arrows embedded themselves in the wall, penetrating to a depth of an inch, their fletchings trembling violently.

The captain narrowed his eyes and waved his hand again. His adjutant dismounted and selected ten men to join him in the pursuit.

The two ran wildly through the streets and alleys.

Jiang He stepped over the pile of clutter and said helplessly, "Didn't you say there was no problem?"

Chu Fuqiang was puzzled as he examined the ring on his hand. The ring was called "The Chapter of the Stalker," which could make creatures within a three-meter radius around him inconspicuous. It was considered a top-tier item among ordinary quality items.

“The items are fine. It might be the situation on the other side. The White Flag soldiers are all Tie Duo’s direct subordinates. They might be involved with the shamans from beyond the Great Wall.” Chu Fuqiang judged. Most derivative dungeons contain extraordinary elements, but war-type dungeons like the current one don’t easily reveal them on the surface.

The adjutant led ten pursuers in a fierce chase. Even as they fled, these elite soldiers kept their aim sharp, drawing their bows and arrows.

Jiang He was hit in the back by an arrow. The force of the arrow failed to penetrate the scale armor under his clothes, but it made him stagger forward two steps.

"Split up and run!"

The two did not cooperate, and their gathering only widened the gap between them and the battle-hardened elites.

Jiang Hefei stepped onto the wall in front of her, used the momentum to turn around, and leaped onto the roof, causing the bricks and tiles to shatter.

The adjutant led his men to hunt down the armored man. Five soldiers followed in different directions. Two of them stepped onto the wall and onto the roof, their movements as light as swallows. The other three kept forcing their prey to change course in the alley.

Both of them leaped across the walls and rooftops. At a corner, Jiang He stopped, patiently holding his breath. As the footsteps approached, he suddenly twisted his waist and swung his hips, his right leg slashing out like a black arc of light, violently sweeping towards the approaching person. The force was like a steel knife scraping his face. This kick was not an ordinary upward kick, but an impact that involved the entire body.

At this moment, the three attributes of strength, physique, and agility were combined into one. It was as if muffled thunder was ringing in the ears of the people present. The pursuer who was hit in the chest flew backward like a shrimp for more than ten meters, crashed into a brick wall, and died in the blink of an eye.

The soldier accompanying him showed no fear; his sword, like a viper's tongue, darted towards the enemy's eye socket.

Jiang He dodged to the side, then stepped closer and struck, his dagger aimed straight at the opponent's brow. At the same time, an arrow shot from a nearby house, forcing him to slash it with his dagger. Losing his chance to attack, he could only move backward in advance.

The soldier in front of him suddenly changed the direction of his blade, turning a thrust into a horizontal slash. The tip of the blade sliced ​​through, leaving a bloody groove on someone's face.

Seeing that his attack had missed, Qingbing simply stepped forward with his sword held horizontally, pushing the back of the blade with his other hand to squeeze the enemy's movement space with all his might.

Just as Jiang He was about to strike diagonally, another arrow came. Because of his dodge, he lost his footing and could only retreat in the face of the horizontal blade. Then, he suddenly lowered his body, crossed his feet, spun around to gather his strength, broke through the white armor, and left a shallow wound on the soldier's abdomen.

Qingbing completely ignored his injuries and immediately changed his horizontal slash into a side thrust, viciously stabbing at the back of the enemy's neck.

Jiang He shifted his head and turned, twisting his wrist slightly. With the vibration of his arm and shoulder, the force penetrated to his very bones, making the momentum of the dagger exceptionally fierce. He leaped up and followed up with a punch.

Another arrow struck, knocking the dagger down.

Qingbing was only startled by the self-sacrificing strike, but showed no fear. He still gripped his sword tightly, quickly pulled it back, and thrust it again. In close-quarters street fighting, a wide swing is an opening.

Suddenly, Jiang He's seemingly fierce strength vanished, and he fell straight down like a shot-down goose, dodging the thrust of the battle blade. In fact, his strength had been exhausted, but the movement looked like a forward lunge. The principle of waxing and waning in combat is as unpredictable as a snake on a mountain.

Jiang He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the falling dagger, and the blades clashed wildly, sparks flying, mixed with arrows, and they exchanged more than twenty rounds in the blink of an eye.

Qingbing felt anger. From outside the pass to inside the pass, from north of the Yangtze River to south of the Yangtze River, he could be considered a veteran of countless battles. His killing skills were simple and decisive, but his opponent's self-defense skills were as slippery as an eel.

A moment later, two more soldiers arrived, and the archers hiding in the houses also stepped forward.

The four surrounded the enemy, their three swords blocking all escape routes, and an arrow flew towards their forehead.

Suddenly, Jiang He stopped holding back, and a silver-white spear appeared in his hand. Like a dragon soaring through the sky, the Qing soldiers who had been fighting fiercely were smashed in the head, their blood and flesh splattered on the ground like ink.

Jiang He grabbed the end of the spear, leaned his upper body backward, his waist like a bridge, and the spear drew a circle in mid-air, accurately hitting the shoulder of the enemy behind him. The weight of one and a half tons directly smashed the enemy's body, and half of the man's body instantly turned into a pulp, leaving only his head and legs. At this moment, an arrow flew by, but was just dodged.

Another soldier approached with a knife, his ferocity astonishing. Jiang He pushed with all her might, and the butt of the Long Regret Spear struck the enemy. The raised sword shattered suddenly, and the soldier was crushed by the heavy object, his chest caved in, and his eyes were blank before he died.

The archer's expression was ferocious. He raised his longbow and shot an arrow into the sky. The gunpowder attached to the arrowhead exploded. The power was not great, but the sound was extremely piercing and carried far.

Jiang He threw the Long Hatred Spear to end the opponent's life, then quickly cleaned up the battlefield and left.

Just a quarter of an hour later, a large number of troops surrounded the alley. The captain's face was not good. He knew very well the fighting strength of the elite troops of the First Division.

At this point, the adjutant returned, and three out of his five subordinates were gone.

"My lord, I am incompetent."

The captain said solemnly, "Alright, inform the deputy captain about this matter. I know right from wrong. The death of one or two people may be due to your dereliction of duty and incompetence, but this result means that the other party is suspicious. Get up and lead my horse. Walking in public is enough to make you innocent, but don't forget to give yourself a couple of lashes."

The adjutant was moved to tears. The superior's early punishment was tantamount to letting this dereliction of duty go unpunished. The Qingbing headquarters had few core members, and the loss of nearly ten men in non-war operations was a serious crime.

Chapter 17 The Power of Ming Jin

Late at night, in the alleys of Chengxifang.

A dark figure descended from the wall with the agility of a wildcat, a sharp knife plunging into the head of a soldier. The soldier trembled violently, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.

His companions drew their knives in shock and anger, but the shadowy figure kicked out with a single kick. His hands, feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, and hips seemed to merge into one, his entire body working in perfect harmony, his strength like that of a fierce tiger.

Qingbing's tall body was sent flying like a shot, crashing into the wall with a thud. He remained pressed against the wall for two or three seconds before slowly sliding down like a painting. His pupils were unfocused, and his mouth was open, like a fish out of water, desperately trying to breathe, but he could only watch his life slowly dissipate.

The two died instantly.