Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 283 Rebellion against Tiangang
There are four gate towers built in the east, south, west and north of the Korean royal palace. The imperial guards and royal soldiers are stationed outside the gate towers to guard against any villains.

But coincidentally, the king ordered the soldiers of the royal camp to move away, and the original camp was vacated for the heavenly soldiers to live in.

Except for a small number of soldiers on night patrol, the rest of the soldiers in the imperial camp were all stationed far away from Hanyang, thus disrupting the original military deployment.

The royal capital's garrison, originally consisting of 7,700 people, was now in its most relaxed state, but no one was worried that the Tartars would launch a counterattack.

After all, there are more than 10,000 heavenly soldiers stationed in the city, and all of them are tough men who can fight against five enemies!

With strong men helping to defend the city, the soldiers and civilians in the city would not be afraid even if 10,000 Tartars attacked Hanyang at night, let alone 100,000 bandits.

This is what absolute security is.

In this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, dozens of heavenly army leaders paid out of their own pockets to entertain the middle and high-level generals of the imperial camp, and even invited some nobles of the two classes, in the name of repairing the "wonderful misunderstanding" that occurred in Pyongyang.

Regardless of whether the nobles liked these heavenly soldiers or not, they had to give them the honor of attending the banquet.

The nobles originally thought that the banquets of the heavenly soldiers were dull and boring, but it turned out that modern people's entertainment was beyond their imagination, including wine, dancing, chess, drama, storytelling, etc.

Even some rational people were alert, thinking that since almost all the high-ranking officials who could mobilize the imperial army were gathered here, if something unexpected happened, they would not even have time to respond, which was not appropriate.

The hedonists who were in high spirits rejected it outright:

The Tartars were driven away, and there were heavenly soldiers stationed in Hanyang. The crown prince, who originally held military power, was confined to the Eastern Palace by the king, and the conflicts between the monarch, his ministers, and his sons were almost resolved invisibly.

Who dares to rebel, who can rebel? !

The rationalists thought about it and felt that this made sense, so they simply stopped bothering others and focused on indulging themselves.

So on this moonlit night, all the civil and military officials were immersed in the victory carnival after expelling the Tartars.

More than a dozen taverns and banquets were held in Hanyang throughout the night, but suddenly a large number of armed men in Korean clothing emerged from the dim streets outside the four gates of Hanyang.

They hid in the streets and alleys, accurately and instantly identifying the patrol soldiers moving with torches in the dark, and safely reached the city gate.

"Dongyao Dongyao, this is Dongguai. The action team from the Shenwu Gate in the north has arrived. The imperial guards on the city walls are lax and disorganized. Now is a good time to attack."

"...We have reached Jianchun Gate in the east."

"...The Yingqiu Gate in the west has been locked."

"...Gwanghwamun Gate to the south is in sight. Please give me directions."

"Alright! This operation must be secretive and careful. We need to make the situation a done deal before the enemy even has a chance to react, so we absolutely cannot use heavy firepower. Do you have the confidence?"

More than ten captains shouted into the voicemail, "Yes!"

However, there are always a few people who like to play the devil's advocate and say softly to the voicemail, "I have no confidence!"

The commander didn't care whether Sha Diao had confidence or not, "The coup begins! Operation codename, Sibisibi!"

"Onion! Orange!"

Almost at the same time as receiving the order, Huang Zilong, who was hiding in the woods, suddenly drew the sword from his waist.

Hundreds of brothers around him were all hunched over and gasping for breath, and the intermittent panting sounds were like the gradually growing sound of war drums.

Huang Zilong felt as if he was one of the soldiers in the Xuanwu Gate Incident, and was about to accomplish something earth-shaking.

He watched as his thirty teammates rushed towards the wall under the cover of night, and then they skillfully swung the grappling hook upwards and hooked it onto the battlement of the palace wall.

They pulled the grappling ropes to test their grip, then scrambled up the wall as if gravity had reversed it.

The scattered imperial guards did not react until thirty people successfully climbed onto the top of the wall.

They were like thirty demons, rapidly approaching the imperial guards, their murderous faces dimly visible in the light of braziers and torches.

Only then did the imperial guards discover that there were dozens of uninvited guests on the wall. "Who are you?"

However, before he could utter the last word "person", a black shadow came flying towards him and suddenly slapped the back of his left wrist.

With a muffled whoosh sound, several crossbow arrows pierced the night sky and pierced the throats of the imperial guards. The blood blurred their senses, and the gushing blood flowed into their clothes and armor.

Before the imperial guard who was shot by the arrow fell, a black shadow passed by with a knife and killed the person behind him.

Dozens of black shadows launched surprise attacks, finishing blows, and pursuits so quickly that few of the imperial guards could fully shout out the enemy attack.

Even if someone shouted the sound of enemy attack, it was too far away from the core area of ​​the palace, and at most it would wake up the old eunuchs guarding the portraits of the kings nearby.

The enemy was dressed in Korean uniforms, which made the imperial guards think that they were pro-Korean yangban rebels.

A small leader of the imperial guards encouraged others not to be afraid, but when it was his turn to face the enemy himself, the bloody veteran aura emanating from the enemy frightened him to death.

He is the king's guard and cannot escape here!

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, concentrated all his strength into his arms and waist, and the moment he sensed the enemy's breath, he swung the knife.

kill!

The crisp sound and the feeling of hitting a hard object were fed back to the little leader. He felt a numbness in his arms, and his hands holding the knife bounced back. Before he could adjust his posture from the panic of his missed attack, he was hit by a force as strong as an ox, knocking him to the ground and rolling more than ten feet away.

The rebel leader held an axe and a hammer in his hands, and his strong and majestic physique made him look like a monster transformed into a human.

The sturdy man swung a heavy short axe and chopped it hard on the armor of another imperial guard. The armor shattered and blood spurted out. The eyes of the imperial guard who was hit lost their light instantly, and then he was kicked away like a puppet with its strings cut.

The little boss lay on the ground and tried to stand up, but the sudden vomiting of blood and the severe pain throughout his body indicated that his body was about to reach the end.

He dragged his severely injured body towards the city gate, but another rebel who had rushed over stepped on his waist and abdomen, "Die..."

His hands dropped, and a sharp sword pierced the back of the little leader's neck.

The imperial guards on the wall fought hard, but some of the cowards had already abandoned the wall and fled south. The first group fought with the imperial guards while sending people to the gate tower to open the city gate.

"The door is open!"

As the Shenwu Gate on the north side opened, the spacious backyard of the palace came into view.

The figure standing still in front of Huang Zilong suddenly moved, and hundreds of brothers rushed into the palace like a tide.

The participation of hundreds of people brought the battle to a successful conclusion. Almost half of the imperial guards on the wall were killed in the battle, and only a small number of people escaped, or laid down their weapons and begged the "traitor" to spare their lives.

The player ordered them to lie on the ground with their hands behind their backs, and then used hemp rope to tie the wrists and ankles of the surrendered soldiers together, just like tying up wild boars.

"The Shenwu Gate has been taken, brothers from other gates, work harder!" The commander's encouraging words gave the troops from the four gates a boost of energy.

The North Gate team was even more refreshed, and they couldn't wait to start the post-war settlement so that everyone could see their cool posture.

The news of the traitor's rebellion was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples. The slaves and eunuchs in the palace's backyard were the first to discover it, but they were unarmed and had barely put on enough warm clothes before they rushed out of their houses to escape. The group of half-men and palace maids ran around like a group of frightened white rabbits and kittens on the ground.

Especially the young palace maids, most of whom were born as slaves in government offices, and many of them were quite pretty, so they were afraid of being defiled by the rebels on the spot.

Some playful players pretended to be hungry soldiers and bandits, yelling at the palace maids, scaring them so much that they screamed and even fainted on the spot.

However, most rebels simply disdain to join them. First, they don't have the "SeSe" coupons, second, their reputation will drop drastically, and third, they are doing the real work and cannot do anything else...

The traitor simply ordered them to lie on the ground with their hands on their heads and not move, and then said contemptuously in Korean, "Women will only slow down the speed of our coup..."

As soon as the serious declaration was made, dozens of people who were just having fun rushed to the pond surrounding the pavilion and started skating.

It turned out that the temperature in Korea was low in winter, and all the ponds in the palace were frozen.

The idiots squatted on the shields, letting their brothers run on the ice by pulling the hemp ropes tied to their chests and abdomens, or they prostrated themselves on the ground and pretended to be a flipped turtle.

"Ahahaha..." The silly people laughed, as if recalling the warm scenes of playing on the ice with their families when they were young.

But this scene left the captured palace maids and eunuchs dumbfounded. How could someone suddenly start to entertain themselves during a coup?
Serious gamers think the same thing. "Damn it, get serious! We're staging a coup, and the other players are about to break into the palace! You know why the tortoise wins in the tortoise and the hare? Because the leading hare is too proud!"

Those players who are devoted to their careers don't care about any stupid actions, as they will be treated fairly after the battle.

With the sketch of the palace, Neijuan rushed straight to the East Palace. Hundreds of black shadows were running in the moonlight, and their running speed was faster than those palace maids who escaped at first.

As soon as the imperial guards guarding the prince heard the news that the rebels had seized the palace, they saw hundreds of blood-covered rebel soldiers rushing towards them.

"Whoever stands in the way will die!"

Upon hearing this, the imperial guards no longer cared about Wang Ling, who was holding the prince under house arrest, and fled without looking back.

As the gates of the East Palace were opened, hundreds of people rushed in with blood on their bodies, while the "core" of all the events, "Mashed Potato", was leaning against the wall admiring today's full moon.

"Brother, we are here to save you." The breakthrough man pulled out a clean knife from behind and handed it to him.

Mashed Potatoes was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his moist eyes were like two crystal gems reflecting the moonlight.

She suddenly felt like a little princess rescued from a dragon's lair by a warrior.

Do not!
Mashed Potatoes rejected this idea in his heart, and firmly took the knife handed to him by his brother and held it in his hand.

She is the king who will soon reign over Joseon!

"The time has come for us to write history. Brothers, follow me and seize the Korean Empire!"

Hundreds of players who were used to seeing blood and gore were stunned. For a moment, they were immersed in the fateful night of Emperor Li Shimin of Qin. Then, like little boys who got lollipops, they clenched their swords and hammers in their hands and cheered with their arms raised.

"Three hundred people take the initiative!"

"Take that bird's seat!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

With the deafening roar, Mashed Potatoes seemed to have really become the king who controlled everything.

Perhaps the Xuanwu Gate Incident that Li Shimin experienced was just as thrilling and exciting.

And just as Wu Litou suggested, these passionate men can make a group of silly men unable to stop as long as they understand child psychology.

"Dongyao Dongyao, the first target has been rescued, and we are attacking the second target with all our strength..."

"Received, received—all teammates will be heading to the palace soon..."

"The fake king of North Korea is in the Ideological and Political Hall right now!"

Mashed Potato and others quickly left the East Palace and rushed towards the small gate on the east side of the palace complex.

The small door was just a wooden structure. Even if the players did not carry heavy weapons, they could still open it with a few strong men's strong physiques.

At this time, the troops at the South Gate had just broken through the Qinzheng Gate, and the troops at the West Gate were also screaming excitedly under the wall of the building complex.

Outside the Ideological and Political Hall, there is only one building, the Diligent Political Hall.

"The Sibisibi Tower fall has entered its final stage—the protagonist of the coup d'état walks slowly behind, sword in hand, while hundreds of loyal guards charge forward, swords drawn, clearing all obstacles for the king's advance... The eunuchs scream, the palace maids wail, the road to kingship inevitably stained with the blood of innocents..."

The player in charge of recording the coup d'état aimed their camera at Mashed Potato's princely face, while Mashed Potato was quite adept at finding the best shots: his face from the front, his profile, his back as he slowly walked forward like a king...

They passed through the Qinzheng Hall and then came to the last stop, the Sizheng Hall.

More than a hundred imperial guards formed a human wall, protecting the king and his concubines and maids behind them.

The fallen corpse exuded a fresh breath of blood, and hundreds of players surrounded the Ideological and Political Hall from front to back and from left to right. As the rebel group slowly opened a path, a young man holding a knife slowly emerged.

The young man's appearance exploded like a bolt from the blue above Lao Wang's head, and a strong feeling of dizziness rushed to the back of his head.

The king staggered back a few steps and fell straight into the soft arms of his concubine.

He never imagined that the young man who led the coup was actually his own imprisoned prince "Lee Hao".

But why!
I clearly cut off his contact with the outside world, so how did he collude with the rebels outside? Could it be that this palace has been infiltrated by the rebellious son and has become a sieve, with the prince's people everywhere?

But the prince has been a hostage in Shenyang for three years, and he has only been back for dozens of days!
Li Jong's lips opened and closed, his teeth grinding up and down with a clattering sound, but he could not utter a single clear sentence. Instead, "Li Hao" had a sad and solemn expression on his face, holding a sharp knife in his hand and took a few steps forward, "Why did my father rebel?"

rebel?

Why would he, the ruler of a country, rebel? Who is he rebelling against?
This outrageous statement is simply a rebellion against the Heavenly Gang!

Li Zong nearly choked to death on a mouthful of salty soda. You rebellious son, why are you acting like this? Who is plotting a rebellion?

"Kaka, get out!" Some traitor shouted jokingly in Korean.

Mashed Potatoes followed up immediately, "Father, please abdicate. Let's keep each other's dignity. Don't force your son to do anything unbearable..."

"Rebel...son!" Li Zong used all his strength to spit out these two simple words.

"If you lay down your weapons and surrender, I will grant you pardon!" The expression on his face was no longer complicated. Mashed Potatoes took a step forward, the pride of victory mixed with a bit of indifference.

The imperial guards were all at a loss when they heard this. At first they only knew that it was a traitor plotting a rebellion, but when they saw the Crown Prince in person, they realized that this was an internal matter of the Li family, and the remaining resistance in their hearts quickly faded.

"If you still want to see your wives and children again tomorrow morning, lay down your weapons immediately and swear allegiance to me! It's fight or surrender!"

Mashed Potatoes roared, a penetrating roar that sounded like the roar of a real tiger.

(End of this chapter)