Chapter 298 Hu Er dares to make a thousand-year plan
Chapter 298 Hu Er dares to make a thousand-year plan
The fertile land of Jianghuai should have been lush and green, but at this moment it has been dyed a fascinating red. In the farmland on the roadside, the wheat that is about to be harvested is lying in a mess, trampled into a piece of broken grass by the soldiers.
The flocculation was then turned into red residue by the hot blood spurted from the human body.
The blood mixed with rotten grass and silt, turning into a dazzling red and black color, which was immediately covered by new blood... This was repeated, and soon even the black color of the silt was covered up, and bright red streams flowed in the farmland.
The source of these streams is the countless creatures lying here.
Perhaps they were farmers not long ago, working hard in the fields with hoes; perhaps they have been on the battlefield for a long time and experienced many killings and killings; or perhaps they have been living in the bitter cold of the Far North, risking their lives for the dream of a colorful world...
…but at this moment, the corpses are indistinguishable.
Frank Zhu swung his sword and split a Qing warrior, who was a head taller than him, a European, in half from shoulder to hip. Then he was covered in hot blood. He didn't take it seriously and wiped his face casually.
, looked around and found that there were no enemies left standing, so he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly in the commanders' channel: "Every unit reports the situation!"
Although the commander himself has a virtual screen that can see the dynamics on the battlefield in real time, the precision of the virtual screen is not very high after all. It can only let him know the development of the battle situation and the battle losses of each unit, but cannot tell him the details of each unit.
Current morale and fatigue status.
So every once in a while, he would confirm the battle situation through this prepared channel in order to direct the next battle.
"The fourth regiment is in good condition, its morale is strong, and it is actively seeking battle!"
"The Sixth Regiment suffered serious battle losses. Our brothers are all tired. It's best to take a rest."
"The ninth regiment has annihilated the enemy and is rushing to the next battlefield. Everyone's physical strength can still support two battles."
"The 15th Regiment is fighting against the Jurchens of the Qing Dynasty with yellow flags. The battle is very difficult, but we promise to defeat the enemy!"
"The Eighteenth Regiment was defeated by the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner of the Qing Army and is retreating. The enemy was introduced between the Fourth Regiment and the Twenty-sixth Regiment in the hope of forming an encirclement."
"The 22nd Regiment is resisting the left wing of Guan Ning's army. I don't know what kind of stimulants these traitors have taken...but we can withstand it, don't worry!"
"The 26th Regiment is marching urgently to the predetermined position. Please make sure the 18th Regiment seizes the time and completes the encirclement!"
"The thirty-third regiment has been reorganized! It will return to the battlefield soon!"
"The Thirty-ninth Regiment is working hard to delay the Qing Army and Han Army's Zhengbai Banner troops, but we are about to lose all our casualties. Please prepare follow-up troops."
News came one after another, some good and some bad. Together with the virtual map in the sky showing the intertwined battle situation between the two sides, the cruel war was turned into cold numbers.
With the Illuminati as the core, various departments of the Ming army were integrated and selected, and a total of about 200,000 troops were obtained, all of which were brave and skilled soldiers. On the opposite side was the 300,000-strong army that the Qing army put together with all its resources, with the Jurchens
The core of the Eight Banners is 60,000 people, plus the Eight Banners of the Mongolian Army, the Eight Banners of the Han Army, the Guan Ning Army that surrendered, and the servant army composed of Mongolia, North Korea and the former Northern Ming Army... Although they are more numerous than Frank and the others, they are not as elite as them.
, overall it’s an evenly matched situation.
So the battle developed into a situation that no one wanted to see - a life-and-death melee!
Frank broke up the Illuminati players and organized them into various armies in order to rely on these absolutely heroic soldiers to maintain the morale of the Ming army; at the same time, he also selected some of the strongest players to form his own
The commando team as the core, regardless of physical strength and various supplies, continued to fight everywhere on the battlefield.
After some scheduling of various units, the commander's channel finally went silent.
Frank looked at the virtual map. The red colors of the Ming army and the blue colors of the Qing army were completely mixed on the map. Even the most powerful statistician could not estimate which side had the advantage.
If this is the case, it is actually very beneficial to the Ming army - the entire property of the Qing army is these 300,000, and in addition to these 200,000, the Ming army also has nearly two dozen people who, although they are poor and weak, can at least fight with the wind.
One hundred thousand troops. Although those troops will definitely collapse in a tough battle, if they can be put into the battlefield when both sides are exhausted, their numbers alone can be the last straw that breaks the camel's back of the Qing army.
But there was no smile on Frank's face, instead he was gloomy.
Ten hours ago, the special forces that prevented Qingfeng Palace from obtaining Xuanyuan Sword and Heavenly Book sent bad news. Everyone in Qingfeng Palace had obtained Xuanyuan Sword with the help of Xuanyuan Huangdi, who was acting sideways, and were hurriedly leaving Wulingyuan Dungeon.
So at that time, he desperately mobilized all the elite troops he could mobilize and launched a strong attack on the Qing army's positions.
Because he can no longer afford it!
Once the Qing army obtains the Xuanyuan Sword, with the improvement of their luck, their combat effectiveness is significantly higher than that of the Ming army due to the blessing of destiny. They will definitely become stronger. Even if they want to maintain the current war situation, they will become
Impossible.
Instead of being defeated by a thousand miles when the time comes, it is better to have a decisive battle before the Xuanyuan Sword has been sent to the Qing army!
If they can take advantage of this last opportunity to defeat the Qing army, then even if they obtain the Xuanyuan Sword, they will not be able to save the defeat.
Of course...he knew this hope was slim.
It took about four hours to select and mobilize the army, and then came a six-hour arduous battle.
The troops have been rotated several times, and the total strength of the sixty-four regiments has been lost by almost one-third. If it were not for the players who are not afraid of death to lead the troops, the Ming army would have collapsed by now.
The situation on the side of the Qing army was much better than theirs. The "Destiny" was indeed in an absurdly strong state. More than once, he saw that the Qing army, which had suffered nearly 50% battle damage, was still able to recover after going to the rear to rest.
Enter the battlefield again!
"Damn it! Don't be so outrageous, okay!" a Chinese staff officer cursed in a low voice, "In the era of cold weapons, how can there be any troops in the cold weapon era that can continue fighting after taking two breaths? This grandma's troops are all wooden.
Do you have morale and a tireless skeleton soldier?"
"Then Dorgon must be a legendary necromancer!" Someone said with a smile.
"...This joke is really not funny at all...I would rather he wasn't!"
Frank opened the private chat channel and looked at the bad news one after another.
Ten hours ago, Qingfeng Palace obtained the Xuanyuan Sword.
Eight hours ago, Qingfeng Palace withdrew from the Wulingyuan dungeon and broke through the siege network composed of the original Wulingyuan defenders and the troops who came to support. Herman and the others only killed the "first warrior of the Qing Dynasty" who was responsible for breaking up the rear. Although the explosion
A good thing was produced, but it was a pity that it did not help the battle situation.
Six hours ago, the troops responsible for intercepting Qingfeng Palace and his party were defeated. According to them, the people in Qingfeng Palace who had received the bonus of Xuanyuan Sword were already masters comparable to Cheng Peng's level!
Five hours ago, the mobile scout unit was one step late and watched helplessly as everyone in Qingfeng Palace entered travel mode with the Xuanyuan Sword and returned safely to the Qing army's garrison.
"Count the time...I'm afraid they're coming soon..." Frank frowned, secretly anxious in his heart.
With the current intertwined battle situation, if the Qing army suddenly obtains the Xuanyuan Sword and its combat power increases greatly, I am afraid that the Ming army will be defeated in less than ten minutes!
And this failure will no longer be the defeat that only lost players like last time, but a disastrous defeat that will bury all the elites of the Ming army!
But even so, there was nothing he could do.
There is nothing to be opportunistic about war. Victory can only be achieved by soldiers killing each other with swords and shots. Even if the commander is so anxious that he pulls out his hair or stomps his feet, it will not help.
At this moment, he heard cheers coming from the Qing army's rear camp.
The cheers were inaudible at first, then began to expand, and gradually turned into an overwhelming force, deafening.
[The Qing army has obtained the Xuanyuan Sword, which has been recognized by the ancestors of China, and their luck has been greatly improved!]
"Fuck!" Even though he was as well-mannered as Frank, he couldn't help but raise his middle finger to the sky.
But he, the subordinates around him, and even all the players on the battlefield began to turn pale.
At this point, failure seemed inevitable... On the other side of the battlefield, the atmosphere was completely opposite.
Dorgon eagerly took the golden divine sword from the hands of the president of Qingfeng Palace in the gorgeous tent. Feeling the mighty momentum coming from the sword, he couldn't help laughing.
He walked out of the military tent carrying the divine sword, came to the highest point of the general platform, and pointed the golden divine sword high into the sky.
"Destiny!" he shouted, shouting at the whole army, "Destiny is here!"
"Destined to return! Destined to return! Destined to return!" The overwhelming cheers started from his feet and spread in all directions. Every Qing soldier, regardless of where they came from or their identity, was cheering hoarsely at the moment.
In the eyes of shamans who know magic, Dorgon's entire body has been shrouded in golden light, and a golden dragon has risen from his head, rising high into the sky, turning into golden clouds covering the vast sky.
.
This is the spirit of the emperor, this is the image of the emperor!
So they cheered heartily, cheered for the coming victory, and cheered for the inevitable establishment of a dynasty.
Then, in this jubilant ocean, a blue light that was extremely inconsistent with the golden clouds broke through the sky from the distant sky, roared and shattered pieces of clouds, and fell towards the place where the golden light rose.
A few seconds later, Qing Guang, who was blocked by the golden light of the Divine Sword and could not get closer, landed on the school military field less than a hundred steps away from the general platform.
As the green light dissipated, everyone in Qingfeng Palace who was laughing wildly was stunned.
A group of players who knew at first glance that they were not Qing soldiers were standing on the military field, looking coldly at the generals' platform, Dorgon on the generals' platform, and the divine sword in his hand.
The leader was wearing golden armor, and the scarlet spear in his hand was as bright as a blazing flame.
"Cheng...Cheng Peng?" The president of Qingfeng Palace couldn't help but scream, "There are assassins! Protect them! Protect them!"
Cheng Peng himself ignored the noise and chaos around him, ignored the Qing troops coming from all directions, ignored the dense rows of human walls that had formed under the military parade platform, and raised his own fire rifle.
"Destiny is not on your side! Xuanyuan Sword does not belong to you either!" He shouted at Dorgon in a voice that everyone present could hear clearly, "Wash your neck clean and die!"
