History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Qin was actually a little flustered!

I'm not Master Ye, I can't take on ten of them!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the people who came were actually Liu Gao and Yan Qi!

But then Liu Gao, carrying a white wax spear, charged forward, seemingly preparing to rush directly to Mo Qin's side.

Yan Qi grabbed Liu Gao, took the gun, and with a flick of his wrist, sent the entire gun into the fray.

As soon as the gun left his hand, Yan Qi retreated back into the shadows, grabbed his bow and nocked an arrow, focusing his attention on the thrower.

Mochin straightened his head and shouted, "Give me the gun!!!"

Then, he reached back with his right hand, tucked his fingers in, and the white wax spear landed steadily in his palm!

The rough texture on the gun barrel pressed against the web of the hand!

Mo Qin felt as if he had caught a bone, not a weapon!

The words "guns are coming" made everyone hold their breath for a moment.

Mochin's demeanor changed abruptly!

The soles of my feet, knees, hips, back, and shoulders all snapped into a straight line.

The framework Zhao Tou had forced him to establish, the stone locks he had twisted, and the spearmanship he had honed—all of it found its place at this moment.

The first to react was Shuanglian, who was tall and thin.

He slashed his arm inward with his short sickle in his right hand, and pressed down with his left hand, still using the same close-quarters method to dismantle people.

Mochin gripped the gun with both hands and slammed the butt of the gun against the ground.

The gun was fired in the next instant.

It's not a stab.

Stop them first.

The tip of the gun drew a tiny circle, first smearing away the line that the slender man had peeked in.

The right hand had only smeared half of the sickle when the white wax spear was already attached to it, pulling it outwards along the sickle blade.

It's not about brute force.

It's the smooth flow.

缠。

The sickle veered off course, and his ribs were instantly emptied.

Instead of thrusting at him, Mo Qin's spear tip sank and rammed backward.

boom!

It struck the wrist of the short, stocky man with the iron hand, who was about to deliver his second punch.

The butt of the white wax spear was blunt, but the blow was delivered from the sole of the foot.

The short, stocky man's entire forearm was bent out of shape, and his chest was dislocated.

Mochin didn't even look at the result; he had already swept the gun horizontally, deflecting the thrower's second one!

The man gritted his teeth and prepared to pull out a third one.

One shot.

Entangling sickle.

Fist bump.

Closed investment.

In the blink of an eye, the three things were accomplished almost simultaneously.

This is the true king of weapons, the allure of the gun!

The skinny man's face finally changed, and he blurted out a curse:

"Damn, this guy is definitely a master marksman!"

Witnessing all this, Xu Qing's face turned ashen.

The man with the eyebrow scar spoke coldly.

"Now that you have the gun, this is where the real game begins."

Before he could finish speaking, Mochin launched his attack.

He followed the line of the gun barrel and forced his way in half a step.

This half step is extremely dangerous.

It's also extremely beautiful.

Long weapons should be used at a distance when necessary and at close range when appropriate.

The man with the eyebrow scar was waiting for him to hold the gun and guard the center line, so that he could continue to cut the hand close to the line.

But Mo Qin refused to retreat. Instead, he moved forward along the gun barrel, lowering the butt of the gun and raising the gun horizontally, as if he and the gun had crashed into it together.

The gate was contested.

Advance.

Upon entering, the man with the scarred eyebrow immediately darkened his expression, sensing something was amiss.

The katana slid along the shaft of the gun, aiming specifically at Mo Qin's forward hand.

To cut hands.

Mo Qin didn't dodge with his front hand, but instead twisted it.

The white wax spear came alive in my palm, the tip first drawing a half circle, then the blade was deflected half an inch.

With another push, the gun slid along the spine of the knife, the butt of the gun bounced back, and struck the forearm of the man with the eyebrow scar holding the knife.

boom.

The man with the eyebrow scar paused in his attack.

Mo Qin did not embezzle.

The spear tip spun around and aimed directly at the thin, long face of the man with the double sickles.

This isn't a solid move, it's a forced entry.

The tall, thin man instinctively tilted his head, but the gun tip still grazed his right cheek, leaving a long gash that stretched from his cheekbone to his ear, and blood immediately began to flow.

The short, stocky man then stepped up again.

He doesn't follow any rules; he just goes for it.

Wearing two iron gloves, they locked them directly onto the gun barrel.

If he can lock it securely, the spear will be half ruined.

Mochin didn't wait for him to lock it this time.

The gun dipped slightly, as if it were being offered to him voluntarily.

The short, stocky man clasped his two iron hands together, about to lock it in place, but the white wax spear suddenly came to life again.

There was no forceful pulling out.

Instead, using the force of his strike, the pole rolled along the edge of the iron hand and then pulled back.

take.

This is a very short take.

But this caused the short, stocky man's two iron hands to be pulled apart by a single line.

Just this line.

Mo Qin suddenly thrust his spear forward, raising the tip from low to high, and struck the opponent's chin with a sharp crack.

No need to use a stab.

Use a pump.

The short, stocky man tilted his head back, his teeth bleeding instantly, and he staggered back two steps before his left knee buckled again.

The thrower has already pulled out the third long pole.

This time, he didn't look for Mochin.

Instead, he went to find Lin Jun.

The big guys are hard to deal with, so let's kill the weak ones first!

Lin Jun realized what was going on and quickly retreated.

But no matter how fast she was, she couldn't outrun the moment the spear was thrown.

Just before the long pole left his hand, an arrow flashed past from the darkness.

The target isn't people, it's the tactics.

Yan Qi's arrow was very insidious; it struck the outer edge of the hand holding the throwing rod.

The shot missed, but it startled the opponent, causing them to veer half a foot upwards.

The long pole flew past Lin Jun's ear, her face paled at first, then she smiled.

"Good accuracy."

A cold voice came from the darkness:

"Don't block my way."

Lin Jun almost choked on those words, dodging another javelin by stepping aside, and still managed to retort:

"Then you need to improve your skills."

Liu Gao also rushed into the battlefield at this moment.

He grabbed a cart shaft from the side and rammed it into Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was hiding in the back, never expecting that he would rush towards him.

"you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Gao knocked him over, his back slamming into a wooden stake, the pain causing him to stop breathing.

"I've wanted to beat you up for a long time!"

After Liu Gao finished shouting, Che Yuan swung his hand back again.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

In this situation, the man with the eyebrow scar decided to finish the job quickly and went all out.

Otherwise, if this drags on, something unexpected will inevitably happen.

With a thud of his sword, he slid across the ground, his entire body pressed against the earth.

The blade is treacherous, targeting vital areas like the wrist, throat, and ribs.

Mo Qin immediately understood why this was the leader when he faced him!

This guy's strength is clearly a level above.

It may not be the strongest or the fastest, but every strike it delivers the blow!

The knife cut along the shaft of the spear, Mo Qin's front hand remained still, while his back hand spurred the attack first.

He thrust the gun forward, not to look for anyone, but to secure the door.

The man with the eyebrow scar slightly deflected the blade, and the tip of the spear was already close to his throat.

He lowered his head and slashed Mochin's forearm upwards with the knife.

Mo Qin didn't dodge, because Lin Jun was behind him!

He pulled his left arm back, allowing the blade to barely graze the opening, while he thrust his entire body forward.

Try to trade positions for the injured player and gamble on a chance of winning!

The knife brushes against the arm, the gun comes first.

The man with the eyebrow scar clearly hadn't expected to be on the run like this!

As soon as the blade was drawn back, Mo Qin's spear tip flicked upwards, pressing directly against his wrist bone.

The man with the eyebrow scar felt a numbness in his hand, and his knife strike completely broke.

Mochin didn't give him a second chance to draw his sword. He pulled the gun around and first turned the sword outward.

Using that step, he charged straight into the paint, his shoulder colliding with the man with the scar on his eyebrow's chest.

boom!

The two of them swayed at the same time.

The man with the scar on his eyebrow retreated several feet, lowered his head for a moment, and then rushed towards Liu Gao!

Mo Qin hurriedly shouted at Liu Gao, "Get back!!!"

Xu Qing, who was being beaten, got up when he saw Liu Gao retreating in large strides!

As soon as he got up, he saw the man with the eyebrow scar turn his head and look at him.

"Thanks..." Before he could finish saying "thanks," a very thin arc appeared before his eyes.

The sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, then returned to it.

Xu Qing stood still, his eyes blank. He tried to open his mouth, but five seconds later, he fell into the frozen ground and never got up again.

At that moment, the man with the eyebrow scar noticed that countless torches were rushing towards them from afar.

"If we didn't have enough fun this time, we'll play with you again next time! Let's go!" After saying that, the four of them quickly retreated into the darkness.

Seeing that the people had left, Yan Qi slowly put down his bow.

Liu Gao ran over, first looked at the dead Xu Qing, and then looked at Mo Qin.

"Should we pursue them or not?"

Mochin turned his head with a smile.

"Chase? Chase my ass!"

"Want to eat a knife again?"

Before long, Han Shouyi, holding a torch, shone his light in front of everyone.