History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Holding a torch, Han Shouyi looked around and roared.

"All of you, stand up straight!"

With his sword in hand, Han Shouyi was followed by a string of old soldiers.

Xu Qing lay in the snow and mud, a dark red stain on his neck. Tragically, his eyes remained open until his death.

Upon seeing the situation, Han Shouyi's face darkened.

"Who did it?"

No one replied.

Mochin stood at the very front, leaning on his gun.

He's in a bad state right now, his legs feel unsteady, and as for the reason...

I'm hungry...

Even more strangely, an extra stream of energy emerged from the dantian and traveled throughout the body, causing heat wherever it flowed.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Qin had only one thought left.

Damn it, can someone give me a Snickers bar? I'm starving!

"say!"

Han Shouyi shouted again, "Are you all mute?!"

Mo Qin took a deep breath of the cold air.

"Xu Qing brought us here. Later, he and his men killed us."

Which ones?

"There are four people from outside."

"What weapons did they use?"

"Double scythes, iron hands, a throwing pole, and a guy wielding a katana."

"Um?"

Han Shouyi's eyes narrowed.

None of these items were taken by regular soldiers in the camp.

He took two steps forward, squatted down, and turned Xu Qing's head around.

If you look closely, the cut on the neck is both thin and deep, and it was made very steadily.

His skill was so refined that it rivaled that of a vegetable chopper with thirty years of experience in the industry.

"Good technique."

He sneered, "He was silenced after leading the way, what a damn good dog."

Liu Gao had just caught his breath when he heard this, and couldn't help but add, "Even a dog wouldn't have died like him..."

Han Shouyi glanced at it.

The fierce look in his eyes made Liu Gao shrink back in fright.

Yan Qi, holding the bow, commented with two words.

"Too talkative."

Han Shouyi ignored them and turned to look at Lin Jun.

"Who struck first?"

"It's them."

Lin Jun speaks quite quickly and clearly, demonstrating Mandarin proficiency at least at the second-level A grade.

"Xu Qinggang brought us here, and four people appeared. It seems they were prepared in advance."

"Did you see who it was?"

"They look unfamiliar; they must be from outside. Luckily, Yan Qi and Liu Gao arrived quickly, otherwise Mo Qin and I would have been lying on the ground too."

After hearing the situation, Han Shouyi immediately understood.

That night, this group of people lured, surrounded, retreated, and silenced witnesses—all with a well-organized plan.

It's not an unorthodox method.

The veterans had already split up to check the footprints, search their sleeve pockets, examine their boots, and collect the broken pieces of wood and cloth from the ground.

A few more torches were passed forward, illuminating the retreating trails even more clearly.

Han Shouyi looked at it for a moment and then exhaled a breath of white air.

"Alright. Come back with me, all of you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mo Qin.

"Can you still walk?"

Before Mo Qin could even open his mouth, Lin Jun had already reached out to support him.

"He's good-looking and can handle a lot."

Mo Qin glanced at her sideways.

"Please, these two points you mentioned don't seem to be connected!"

"Hmph, you should change your name from now on, maybe to Mundo?"

"F*** you, you're insulting me! I'm so handsome, how do I resemble him at all!"

"Oh, just for good luck! Because Mundo can go wherever he wants!"

"............."

Han Shouyi watched the two men still muttering to themselves, then coldly uttered a single sentence:

"If you can walk, then walk yourself. Don't wait for me to carry you."

On the way back to the forward camp, no one laughed or talked anymore; only the soft rustling of armor plates and the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow could be heard.

Xu Qing's body was dragged along the way, leaving only a dark red bloodstain.

Liu Gao glanced back twice, then started cursing again:

"Those bastards deserve to die. Brother Qin, if I catch them later, I'll twist their heads off."

Mo Qin didn't speak, but he was reviewing the situation in his mind.

Xu Qing, that scoundrel, infiltrated their ranks, lured people in, and did a lot of work, only to have his throat slit in the blink of an eye.

The forces behind him really don't care about human life.

In the second year of the apocalypse, he personally met the leaders of other strongholds.

They talk about brotherhood every day, but when food is scarce, they use those who went out to find supplies to the point of exhaustion.

The old, the disabled, and the worthless are simply thrown outside to die.

The way the man with the eyebrow scar looked at Xu Qing earlier was exactly the same, damn it.

After everyone returned to the front camp, Han Shouyi led them directly into an empty shed.

The torch was stuck in the side of the shed pillar, and the knife was held horizontally in hand.

Liu Gao, Yan Qi, and Lin Junxian stood outside, while Mo Qin stayed behind alone.

Han Shouyi stared at Mo Qin and spoke very directly.

"Isn't Xu Qing just a shell?"

Mochin didn't reply, he just stared at the ground.

Han Shouyi continued:

"The ones who really want you dead are the ones in the back."

Mochin started counting the ants on the ground, but well, it was too dark to see them.

Han Shouyi took a step forward and lowered his voice.

"I won't ask who they are. I'll just ask you one question: will they come back after tonight?"

Mo Qin responded to this question very decisively.

"Yes. These people don't want us to go to North Korea!"

Han Shouyi stared at him for a few moments.

"OK."

"Then practice your shooting skills. I don't want to hear about someone slitting your throat in the middle of the night."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the shed, with his back to Mo Qin.

"If you're not as skilled as others, you deserve to die."

After Mo Qin left, Han Shouyi called Lin Jun in.

She answered whatever Han Shouyi asked.

She only said that Xu Qing's actions were not impulsive; those people were probably settling scores with them for the assassination attempt.

It's not surprising that Xu Qing died at their hands. He was just a nobody, and once he was exposed, they killed him to cover it up!

Liu Gao and Yan Qi are much simpler.

One spoke crudely, the other spoke succinctly.

After questioning the four men, Han Shouyi slammed his knife into the ground.

"I'll put this matter aside for now. With a major battle imminent, you guys will still be useful."

"But remember this! From now on, stop being so clever. If you ever do it again, whether someone led you there or you stumbled into it yourself, I'll bury you all first before I go after the others."

Liu Gao nodded quickly.

Lin Jun bowed his head and agreed.

Mo Qin was about to clasp his hands in greeting when everything went black before his eyes, and he staggered half a step.

Just as Han Shouyi frowned, a voice came from the entrance of the shed.

Give me the person.

Upon closer inspection, it was Zhao Tou standing at the door.

Han Shouyi glanced at him.

"You arrived quickly."

Zhao's expression remained unchanged.

"My apprentice is surrounded by people, can't I even come and see?"

With a snort, Han Shouyi raised his hand and waved it.

"Take him away. Don't die here."

Zhao Tou walked in, glanced at Mo Qin from head to toe, and immediately started cursing:

"You've only handled a gun for two days, and you dare to go out and trade your life? Do you think you're tougher than others, or do you think my teaching is too slow and is delaying your reincarnation?"

Mo Qin opened his mouth, but before he could reply, Zhao Tou had already snatched the white wax spear from his hand and tossed it to Liu Gao.

"What are you still looking at? Take him back. He's still injured, what's the point of training?"

Liu Gao almost burst out laughing, but his expression changed again when he touched Mo Qin's arm.

"Brother Qin, why are you as hot as a furnace?"

"You're making a fuss over nothing! This is what a virgin looks like!"

He said that, but he knew that the fire in his dantian was still working hard!

Lin Jun, supporting herself on the other side, glared at him.

"It seems you maintained a very clean lifestyle throughout your four years of university!"

Mo Qin's expression turned serious, and he spoke in a loud voice.

"Mainly because I am introverted and not good at expressing myself."

"You can't tell he's introverted, but he's definitely thick-skinned."

After returning to the shed, Zhao Tou didn't let him lie down.

"Sitting is not as good as standing, and standing is not as good as going with the flow. Don't think about sleeping, because if you sleep, you'll fall apart."

He led Moqin to a sheltered spot behind the shed and taught him how to regulate his breathing.

To put it simply: stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, shoulders relaxed, chest slightly concave, waist straight, and breath sinking downwards, without letting the energy float in your chest.

Mochin stood there for a while, and then he started sweating.

Zhao Tou clicked his tongue as he looked at his expression.

"Go back to the kitchen. Eat first, then you can stand up."

"Where's the gun?" Mo Qin asked in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Tou glared at him.

"You're almost dead from standing here, and you're still thinking about guns? From today onwards, until your wounds heal, you're not allowed to touch them. During the day, I'll tell you to stand, so stand. After dark, you're not allowed to leave the shed. If you're tired of living, wait until we're across the river before you start messing around."

He finished cursing and turned to leave.

He took two steps, then stopped.

"If anyone comes calling again at night, no matter who it is, play dead."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, took something out of his pocket, and threw it over.

It was a small piece of dried meat, wrapped in oil paper, and still slightly warm.

"Eat first, then stand up."

After saying this, Zhao Tou limped away.

Lin Jun glanced at it from the side but didn't say anything.

Liu Gao, however, scratched his head and whispered:

"Zhao Tou's mouth... really doesn't reflect his true character."

Mochin stuffed the dried meat into his mouth and chewed slowly.

It was so salty you could beat a salt seller to death, so hard you could hammer nails into it, and it even had a bit of a zombie flesh feel to it.

But once the food was in his stomach, the fire in his dantian seemed to intensify a little more.

By the time the kitchen started cooking, it was already broad daylight.

Old Qian looked up and saw it was him. He was about to curse, but when he saw the several tears and the blood that hadn't dried, he swallowed his words.

"Sit down."

Old Qian scooped up a ladle and first ladled a full bowl of meat soup rice over him, then grabbed two hot pancakes and tossed them over.

"Put some padding in first."

Mo Qin didn't stand on ceremony and started eating.

bowl.

Two bowls.

Three bowls.

By the time I ate the fourth bowl, my dantian finally calmed down.

Mo Qin clenched his fist, and it seemed like he had gained a lot of strength.

Just as he was pondering the changes in his body, someone came to the weapons shed to fetch fire starters.

The person who came was none other than Old Ding. He sat by the shed and glanced at this place from afar.