novellhall Chapter 675 Was He Forced to Abdicate?
Chapter 675 Was He Forced to Abdicate?
Chapter 675 Was He Forced to Abdicate?
Tens of thousands of people?!
All the reborn beings inside the Ming Tombs instance turned their gazes toward the instance entrance.
Twelve thousand people were lined up along the main path, stretching from the stone archway all the way to the Great Red Gate.
There were no commands, no sounds other than footsteps.
At the commander's order, 12,000 people simultaneously entered the instance.
"Suck it!"
"Wait a minute!! Second Meng, I strongly suspect that you were the one who let us win last time." The fox-faced man was the first to attack.
Lin Xiaohe: Say it again?
The fox-faced man couldn't help but take a step back, but upon seeing the tens of thousands of Eastern Kingdom soldiers, the greed and covetousness in his eyes could no longer be concealed: "The city lord is still in the instance. No one can lie to him. Second Meng, do you dare to go?"
The ghost baby instantly understood the fox-faced human's plan and immediately joined in: "That's right. Your way of clearing the dungeon is too absurd, it doesn't fit our style of doing things in the City of the Dead at all."
Meng Po nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right! You're a newbie after all, and you don't know how to set up the dungeon, which is why such a big mistake occurred. I think you should give us the dungeon access first."
Meng Po rolled her eyes, adopting a "protesting too much" stance: "Of course, we are all doing this for Wang Zichen's good, without any selfish motives, and absolutely not to steal your achievements. To avoid suspicion, I will state first that for this group of 10,000 people, I will only take the agreed-upon compensation, and will only be responsible for providing the labor, not for offering any ideas."
While saying this, she secretly made a "two" gesture to the ghost baby and the fox-faced human behind Lin Xiaohe's back, meaning that she wanted to take 20% of the spoils.
The fox-faced human and the ghostly figure exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
"Second Meng, I advise you to be sensible. More than 1 Eastern Kingdom soldiers are not something you can handle alone. Without our help, you definitely won't be able to take them down!"
"Sigh, we'll reluctantly help you set up the dungeon."
Lin Xiaohe pursed her lips tightly, her face full of displeasure, but she was being pressured and had no choice but to compromise: "I certainly can't hand over the core key to the dungeon to you, that's the rule. But what you said makes some sense, I can give you the authority to set the content of this dungeon."
The fox-faced human was satisfied and turned to leave: "Fine, then open your eyes wide and take a good look at what the strongest dungeon in the City of Death really is!"
While they were haggling, the copy operated according to the pre-defined pattern.
More than 1 soldiers have selected one-way connection points and are all positioned at the Dongguo Emergency Command and Management Center.
The command and control center, which was celebrating, was caught off guard and thrown into chaos.
Fortunately, Changhong Group is a powerful company that can easily provide tens of thousands of LCD screens and can also handle screen connection and split-screen settings.
After the command center hurriedly made preparations for watching, the new instance set up by the fox-faced human and others was also ready.
The moment the new dungeon opened, more than 10,000 players from the Eastern Kingdom found themselves in an ancient city.
Beneath my feet lies the Ming Dynasty city wall, made of rammed earth and bricks, with rough stones rubbing against the soles of my boots.
The sky overhead was grayish-yellow.
They learned from the terrified and panicked passersby that the rising smoke was a mixture of cooking smoke from the Tatar camp eight miles outside the city and dust from burning fields, obscuring half the sky.
There was a faint smell of burning; it was hard to tell whether it was from burning wheat straw or burning a house.
The city walls were guarded by Ming soldiers.
An old soldier with a thick beard, carrying a half-rusted waist knife, walked through the players, cursing under his breath: "More new recruits? Do those bastards in the Ministry of War think they're vegetarians?"
Three pieces of his nail plate were missing, and there was a hole in the toe of his boot, revealing his toes, which were frozen purple.
The more than 10,000 soldiers from the Eastern Kingdom remained unmoved, like wooden figures, until they received orders from their superiors. They stood there, letting passersby point and whisper, and letting the old soldiers curse and grumble.
Until a system announcement rang in everyone's mind.
Welcome to the Gengxu Incident: The Ten-Day Siege. Your assigned role: Ming Dynasty Capital Garrison - City Defense Soldier.
The basic rules are as follows:
Duty rules: Four shifts per day, changing shifts at 5 AM, 11 AM, 5 PM, 7 PM, and 11 PM. Anyone caught dozing off or drinking alcohol while on duty will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane; three offenses will result in execution.
Provisions: One liter of millet per day, rationed. Anyone who requests more than the allotted amount will be executed.
Rules for engaging the enemy: When the Tatars attack a city, those who retreat and do not move forward will have their rear ranks executed, and those who desert in the face of battle will have their entire unit punished.
Information rules: All military orders within the city are verified by the "Ministry of War Fire Token". Any military orders delivered without a fire token are unreliable.
Pass condition: Hold out for ten days until the Tatars retreat, then you can pass the level.
The tension that had been building up in everyone's hearts eased slightly.
War is great! They're best at that.
Those in the command center who had been following their lead were moved to tears.
"Waaaaah, I love it! Lin Xiaohe knew we couldn't play the Cultural Bureau game, so she specially changed the instance content to find the most suitable project for us!"
"Hahaha, if they all fail this time, they'll all have to do extra training when they get back!" The military leader laughed, hands on his hips.
The divisions sent to the capital city instance were all elite units, the apples of his eye. The loss of even one of them would cause him unbearable heartache.
Fortunately, there's Director Lin in the East!
Look how thoughtful the design of this instance is; it's practically tailor-made for the soldiers of the Eastern Kingdom.
The rules are clear, and the goals are well-defined.
They couldn't ask for more.
As it turned out, Lin Xiaohe was willing to give more than they had imagined!
After reading through a series of rules, each contestant received a "Previous Recap".
In August of the 29th year of the Jiajing reign (1550), Altan Khan led his Tatar cavalry through the Datong Pass, advancing rapidly and besieging the capital. The Beijing garrison, nominally numbering 100,000, was actually more than half empty, with its elite troops already transferred to the Jizhou garrison. Qiu Luan, the general of Datong, led his troops in pursuit of the Tatars, but dared not engage them, allowing them to plunder freely. Fires blazed outside the city, while panic gripped the city. Could this city be defended?
That year, the year of Gengxu, is historically known as the "Gengxu Incident."
After the system notification ended, a signal cannon suddenly sounded from the city wall.
Dull, brief, like a muffled clap of thunder on the horizon.
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Then someone shouted from the foot of the city wall, the voice broken by the wind: "It seems like they're distributing something over at the granary."
More people surged up from the ramp, their footsteps a cacophony.
The Ming Dynasty dragon flag on the distant arrow tower fluttered in the wind, its surface torn in three places.
Ten thousand players from the Eastern Kingdom stood beneath the city wall, gripping their weapons tightly, and looking up at the city walls.
This is a life-or-death battle, but they cannot use their most familiar submachine guns, missiles, tanks, or aircraft, nor do they have the strongest logistical support troops on the ground.
All they had were broken iron weapons and a handful of fried rice in their waist pouches.
The political commissar laughed, "Are we suffering? Just think about the 25,000-mile Long March. Come on, let's give these abnormals a little shock from the strongest army on Earth! As long as they don't play dirty tricks, we can take on ten at once!"
(End of this chapter)