History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Mochin couldn't remember how many days he had gone hungry.

In the third year of the apocalypse, food is more valuable than people.

He was originally the center on the school team, but he only weighed 140 pounds before he died.

When the zombie pounced, he was even a beat too slow to raise his hand.

Until the claws sliced ​​through his neck, he saw a white light.

[A high-potential individual was detected.]

[Number to be determined.]

[Meets the criteria for deployment.]

[Begin the guidance process.]

"..."

When he opened his eyes, Mo Qin was standing on pure white ground.

There was only a shallow scab left on my neck.

A screen of light unfolded before them.

Welcome to History Paradise.

Here, only the strong prevail.

Here, the weak sink to the bottom.

[We don't tolerate useless people here.]

"The name is quite straightforward."

Mochin coughed and cursed, "It's obviously not a good place."

The light screen continued to slide.

New players will receive one initial selection.

Please select:

[One, Portable Space.]

[Note: You gain one cubic meter of storage space, which can be gradually expanded. Goods do not perish, and time is nearly stagnant.]

Mo Qin raised his eyelids slightly.

This thing has no barrier to understanding for people in the apocalypse.

Logistics is always more valuable than grand words.

The second line of text appeared.

Second, a science prodigy.

[Note: Obtain a bound terminal containing databases and instructional videos covering multiple disciplines including basic industry, medicine, materials, agriculture, and machinery.]

This time, Mochin really took action.

Space is a means of survival, but this can turn things around.

If you were thrown into ancient times, it would be like stuffing your brain with the wonders of nature and modern technology.

"And the third one?"

He stared at the light screen.

A number appeared on the light screen.

【three……】

The space suddenly trembled.

The next second, the alarm sounded.

【warn! 】

【warn! 】

[Virus contamination detected in player's body!]

Pollution level: Extremely high!

[The player is on the verge of death!]

Mochin closed his eyes.

"I knew it."

The light screen began to flash wildly at a rate of three times per second.

[Initiate emergency treatment procedures.]

[A very high compatibility between the host and the virus was detected.]

[Treatment plan revised.]

[Removal of uncontrolled lesions.]

[Preserving evolutionary structure.]

[Reconstruct host vital signs.]

"Wait, I..."

No one was waiting for him.

A blinding white light pierced through him. "Damn...it hurts like hell!"

After an unknown amount of time, the alarm finally stopped.

[Healing complete.]

Adaptive evolution is preserved.

[Player obtains: Adaptive Enhancement (Incomplete)]

[Results are being generated...]

[Improved physical fitness.]

[Improved resilience.]

[Significantly enhanced ability to fight infection.]

Increased pain tolerance.

[Enhanced environmental adaptability.]

[Note: The current enhancement is in an initial stable state. High-intensity bursts will significantly increase metabolic consumption, easily leading to severe hunger and exhaustion.]

As soon as Mo Qin finished reading, a new notification popped up.

[This emergency treatment consumed too much of the park's energy.]

New player benefits have been cancelled.

[Initial possession selection interrupted.]

[The qualification to choose one of the three options has been revoked.]

"..."

Mo Qin stared at those lines of text for a long time before finally cursing out.

"You're shameless."

Giving away half of it for free and then taking it back is so unfair!

Even black market dealers in the apocalypse would find this kind of thing immoral.

The amusement park completely ignored him.

[Current player status meets the deployment requirements.]

[The first world is loading.]

[World Type: Historical/War/Multiplayer Drop]

[Time Anchor: Winter of the 20th year of the Wanli reign.]

[Deployment Area: Outside Guangning Garrison City.]

[Identity template matching in progress.]

[After deployment, please fend for yourself.]

[Note: This world has long-term living value.]

[Hint: Survive.]

"Survival is fine, but give us something to eat first."

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet gave way, and the world turned upside down.

When he regained consciousness, Mo Qin first smelled the steam from the mixed grain porridge.

He knelt down and stood up. Before him was a gloomy sky, his feet were covered in mud, and he was surrounded by people.

Some people were dressed in tattered clothes, carrying bundles, like refugees fleeing a disaster.

Some young men carried wooden sticks, rusty knives, and broken bows, looking ahead with hesitant expressions.

Further away, there was another group of people whose expressions seemed out of place.

First came bewilderment, then astonishment, and finally a forced composure.

Upon closer inspection, it was obvious that he was a player just like him.

Mo Qin wasn't in a hurry to move; it was a good habit he'd developed during the apocalypse—he first checked out the environment.

A temporary camp was enclosed by wooden stakes, and barricades were erected in front of the camp gate.

A large flag fluttered in the wind, with a very eye-catching character "Li" on it.

Armored cavalrymen moved back and forth in the camp, while veteran soldiers with spears and shield bearers maintained order at the edge of the open space.

Slightly further back, there were also quick-draw guns, three-barreled guns, and even two arquebuses with a style similar to those of the Jizhou arquebusiers.

This is no ordinary movie theater.

This is a genuine border military camp.

He studied history in college, specializing in the military history of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Before the apocalypse, the first choice for employment was to work as a guide in museums and cultural heritage sites.

Therefore, he could see that:

Although these men were not dressed neatly and their military discipline was not particularly strict, their unyielding spirit was undeniable.

Border troops, and border troops that are preparing for war.

On the high platform inside the camp, someone was calling out names, and people were packed in layers below.

The soldiers in charge of checking people would pinch their shoulders and backs, look at their palms, and examine their gait. Those who were selected were the ones with good bones and muscles and calluses on their hands.

It sways in the wind and doesn't even have the chance to push forward.

Recruiting soldiers.

In the winter of the twentieth year of the Wanli reign, the location was still outside Guangningwei City, and the Li-character banner was being used to recruit soldiers on a large scale by the border army.

The name immediately popped into Mo Qin's mind.

Li Rusong.

At this point in time, what awaited them was not just ordinary chaos, but the most dangerous battle of the Wanli Dynasty.

While I was still pondering, someone next to me called out:

"Where is this? Are they filming a movie?"

All eyes swept over him, some indifferent, some mocking, and some simply too lazy to pay him any attention.

Mo Qin glanced at it, then looked away.

People like this wouldn't survive more than two days in the apocalypse.

Here, it's usually difficult to even last two hours.

Suddenly, the sound of drums rang out.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The noisy crowd in front of the camp gate quieted down for a moment.

An armored officer rode out on horseback, reined in his horse before the high platform, and his voice echoed throughout the entire camp:

"By order of General Li, we are recruiting brave warriors outside the city of Guangning!"

"Trouble has arisen in Liaodong; an eastern expedition is imminent!"

"Those with courage, step forward! Those with strength, step forward! Those who can ride, those who can shoot, those who can endure hardship, all step forward!"

"Those who enter the camp will receive porridge and pay! Those who dare to fight will be awarded military merit!"

Mo Qin listened to what was said earlier with relative calm.

But as soon as the words "porridge" were spoken, his stomach responded first.

Looking at myself, I was dressed in tattered clothes, had no weapons, and was just a skeleton emaciated from hunger.

It might not look particularly good under normal circumstances, but it would definitely attract more attention on the recruitment field.

Besides, he has no other choice right now.

run?

He was unaware of the situation outside Guangningwei, and he had no money, no food, and nowhere to stay.

Staying outside the camp would only lead to starvation faster than entering it.

Just then, he noticed a gaze.

Not far away, a woman dressed in a gray coarse cloth stood in the crowd.

She kept her head down, not drawing any attention.

Their eyes were first drawn to the flags, the camp, and the high platform where roll was called.

Then he looked at the soldiers inspecting people and the old soldiers guarding the firearms, and finally swept his gaze over the players around him.

The woman's gaze shifted and met Mo Qin's.

The officers at the front drank again:

"Those who enter the camp will receive porridge!"

This time, the crowd was in an uproar.

Mo Qin didn't hesitate and walked towards the recruitment platform.

I need to earn a living first.

We'll talk about the rest later.