History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

For the next five days, Mochin lived as if he were living on a training ground.

Before dawn every day, I would start practicing standing meditation, and after that, I would practice stone weights, and after that, I would practice with a gun.

Practice the small movements to develop smooth energy, practice the large movements to develop integrated energy, and then switch back to the small movements from the large ones.

Zhao Tou is right. Having more strength isn't the real skill; the real skill is whether you can channel your energy smoothly.

According to Mochin's understanding, it should be:

Its strength is like the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks in an instant.

The energy is protected by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, flowing endlessly and continuously.

Moreover, in the past few days, Mo Qin's most obvious feeling was not that he was tired, but that his body was becoming more and more obedient.

The heat radiating from my dantian appeared more and more frequently.

When it appears, the shoulders, back, waist, and hips seem to be connected by a single line.

When the gun was fired, the entire body felt exceptionally smooth.

Moreover, in the past few days, we've had an extra sparring partner, Liu Gao, who was brought in by Brother Qin to be his sparring partner.

With the help of others, progress was rapid.

In the past two days, when he was in good form, Mo Qin fired three or four shots in a row, which managed to knock the stick out of his hand.

During training, Zhao Tou didn't say much; he just stood on the sidelines and watched.

After watching it, they start to criticize, and after criticizing, they start to teach.

The front camp appeared to be the same as before.

The grass was still moved, the horses were still fed, there were people practicing archery at the archery range, and the kitchen was still like a battleground at mealtimes.

But Mochin felt that something was wrong in the camp.

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

I felt that certain gazes were always falling on me, seemingly casually.

By the morning of the sixth day, the training area had been trodden with another deep imprint by his feet.

Zhao Tou stood to the side, leaning on his practice stick, but the satisfaction in his eyes was undeniable.

Mo Qin stood shirtless, his old and new wounds on his body already about 70-80% healed.

Zhao Tou stared for a long time, when suddenly a pole poked him in the side.

"Standing there like a door panel, who are you trying to impress?"

Mo Qin didn't move at all, so he had to pull his hips inward and sink down again.

"Let me show you."

Zhao Tou sneered.

"You're tough as nails, and even tougher on the tongue."

After saying that, he tapped the pole against the back of his knee.

"loose."

"Keep your hips tucked in, and don't let your waist stick out."

Mo Qin obediently did as instructed, and after a moment asked:

"Master, am I considered powerful now?"

"Hmm," Zhao Tou glanced at him.

"Calculate."

Mochin was just about to play a tune when the next note arrived.

"It's second."

"So who's number one?"

"Zhou Hu".

"I've never heard of this name before," Mo Qin said, looking at Old Zhao.

Zhao continued:

"The marksmen under Commander Li were hailed from Ningxia. In actual combat, they could clear a path through the chaos of battle with just a rifle. Others learn to shoot by practicing techniques, but his marksmanship was forged in battle."

As if he had thought of something, he added:

"When I wasn't injured, I could put him on the defensive. I can't anymore."

Mochin, however, was somewhat dismissive.

"Alright then, I'll be number two for now, and I'll talk to number one later."

"Get your footing today before you start bragging."

After saying that, Zhao Tou struck him on the back with a stick.

"Refocus."

Not far away, Liu Gao was being dragged away by Wang De to move hay, while he kept muttering to himself.

"I'm just baffled. Is there nothing else to carry besides grass at the front camp? If I keep carrying like this, I'll grow four legs sooner or later."

Wang De raised his foot and kicked.

"Even if it had eight legs, let alone four, we'd still have to move it."

Further away, over at the archery range, Yan Qi was practicing archery.

When the seventh arrow was released, it should have hit the bullseye, but it missed by half an inch, grazed the edge of the grass target, and stuck to the wooden stake.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Qin caught sight of a stranger brushing horses by the stable.

Their movements were unhurried, but their ears were always turned towards them.

I practiced for a second and then drew the winning number.

"Just stand in the stance, why are your eyes rolling around like that?"

Zhao Tou cursed, "Are you siding with a human or a monkey?"

Mo Qin looked away, but he was already making plans in his mind.

There are more than one; there are at least two.

It's not just about focusing on yourself.

When we ate breakfast, the kitchen was as hot as a steamer.

When Lao Qian saw Mo Qin, he first rolled his eyes as a greeting.

"How many bowls today?"

Mochin thought about it very seriously.

"Let's start with three bowls, to tide us over."

With a tremor in his hand, Lao Qian almost dropped the spoon into the pot.

"At the bottom?"

The firefighter next to him burst out laughing.

"Is your stomach a well? Three bowls are considered a filling meal?"

Mo Qin ignored him, took the first bowl of meat soup rice and started eating.

The stomach is more honest than the mouth.

The warm current in my dantian was still slowly circulating, like a machine running at low power.

It wasn't as big a commotion as it was a couple of days ago, but it still needs a lot of energy replenishment.

A short while later, Lin Jun came over from the stable.

She sat down with a half-bowl of hot porridge in her hand and lowered her voice.

"A horse groomer has appeared next to the stable."

Mo Qin didn't even look up.

"I saw it."

"There's another one behind the thatched shed on the west side. He's fixing a rope snare, but he hasn't figured it out yet. He's been looking around all the time."

Mochin then raised his head.

Lin Jun took a step closer and said again.

"But one thing is certain: they're not here to kill. At least not now."

"Then what are you here for?"

"Draw a picture."

Mo Qin stopped eating with his chopsticks.

"Oh, they're here to sketch."

Rolling her eyes, Lin Jun put down the porridge and started gesturing with her fingertips.

"Seriously! I've analyzed it, and they need to draw at least three diagrams!"

"The first drawing is of people. Who's in whose group, who's the best fighter, who's always together, and who the others will come to their aid if one of them gets into trouble."

"The second one is a road. Who usually goes where, which road they take, when they leave the shed, when they are alone, which road is the shortest, and which road is the least crowded."

"The third drawing shows the reactions. If something really happens, who will rush to put out the fire first, who will protect people first, who will run to the central command post, and who will rush to the weapons shed?"

After listening, Mo Qin added a comment while eating.

"To put it simply, it's about planning ahead. Then, you can just follow the schedule when it's time to do the questions."

Lin Jun nodded and glanced at him.

"Looks like you're not so stupid after all."

Mo Qin snorted.

"Just kidding, I was the sports monitor when I was in first grade."

Lin Jun glanced sideways, ignored the joke, and continued pushing the conversation forward.

"If it's still about assassinating Li Rusong, they don't need to go to such great lengths, nor do they need to record all the miscellaneous things at the front camp."

"right."

Mochin nodded. "This time, we're not here for people, but for some bigger goal."

His eyes darted around, as if he had thought of something.

"Then there's only one explanation."

"They're setting a trap. A grand scheme."

At that moment, the channel skipped a beat.

"There's movement again in Kyoto!"

"Who's with whom?"

"The pro-war faction and those lunatics from the 'pure stream' faction, who else could it be?"

"There was a fight by the post road last night. The guards were fierce; one of them, wielding a rapier, ripped open three men's stomachs. And there was another guy whose hand had turned into a claw, scratching people's faces indiscriminately!"

"Hilarious, this is hilarious!"

"What a load of nonsense. If it weren't for the park restricting firearms here, I would have grabbed a Gatling gun and wiped those bastards out."

"Give me a break. If you put it that way, I'd just summon some stone golems, trample them all the way through, and flatten you along with them."

"The situation in Kyoto isn't one-sided, is it?"

"What are you thinking? The pro-war faction isn't to be trifled with either. People died, and they'll definitely have to pay for it."

"Shen Weijing hasn't arrived in Liaodong yet?"

"Isn't he on his way?! Whoever has him in their hands has more initiative."

The channel was still in complete chaos, with people cursing, stirring up trouble, and reporting on things all crammed together.

Upon seeing these messages, Mochin put down his bowl.

"Shen Weijing..."

Meanwhile, the post road leading north.

The wind and snow were quite heavy. A troop of cavalry, protecting a few riders in the middle, was heading towards Guangning.

The person being protected in the middle was wrapped in a thick cloak, looked tired, but had very sharp eyes, glancing around from time to time.

As we walked, a sliver of shadow flashed by in the woods beside the road.

Among the guards at the front, the player wielding a rapier reacted the fastest, flipping his wrist and drawing his rapier halfway out of its sheath.

On the other side, the player with arms covered in gray hair also cursed under his breath:

"Damn it, it's like a ghost that won't leave you alone!"

The last player was also cursing and swearing:

"Damn it! If there were no weapon restrictions, my Desert Eagle would have blown their heads off."

The person next to him immediately retorted:

"Shut up! With your cross-eyed look, if you actually used a gun, you'd be the first to shoot your own people."

Shen Weijing tightened the reins and asked:

Is there still room to go ahead?

The head guard glanced at the forest and spoke quickly.

"Yes. I'll get you to Guangning before tonight."

At the hour of You (5-7 PM), Mo Qin went to carry the stone lock.

On the training ground, Zhao Tou had already set up the stone lock.

"Don't touch the gun." Zhao Tou tapped the stone lock with the training pole. "Train your waist and hips."

Mo Qin walked over and tried the portion.

Zhao Tou snorted.

"Stop pretending, start with the small stuff."

"You're looking down on me."

"I'm not looking down on you, I'm just afraid you'll break your back and then blame it on me for being too harsh on you."

He smacked the pole at his lower back.

"rise!"

Mo Qin gripped the stone lock with one hand, bit the ground with his foot, bent his knee slightly, twisted his hip inward, lifted the stone lock from his knee to his waist, and then pushed it forward.

The first time, I practiced my swing.

"Your waist is too slow!"

The second time, it's here again.

"He grabbed it by the shoulder!"

The third blow, and I still got hit.

"Are you swinging your arms? Your hips? Your waist? Are your legs just for show?"

Zhao Tou cursed fiercely and showed no mercy. But as the beating went on, he gradually fell silent.

Because Mochin's strength has increased so ridiculously.

What was difficult yesterday has become much easier today.

What feels awkward in the morning might become easier by evening.

Zhao stared at him, confirming his idea once again.

This kid is inhuman.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

Those who survive long in the border army have a habit: if they see something, they don't necessarily have to ask about it.

In the end, he chose to say nothing and simply kicked the large stone lock forward.

"Change to this one."

Mo Qin grinned.

"Are you really not afraid that I'll break my back?"

"It's best to cut ties, so you won't go out and cause trouble."

Mo Qin didn't argue, and bent down to pick it up.

After Shi Suo finished practicing, Zhao Tou handed him the white wax spear.

"Come on, wrap it around."

Beside him, Liu Gao, who had been waiting for a long time, came over carrying a wooden stick, looking resigned to his fate.

"Why is it me again?"

Zhao Tou slanted at him.

"You're not happy about it?"

"willing."

Liu Gao curled his lip, "I just feel like my life is worth the same as fodder, and I have to pay for everything."

Yan Qi stood at the edge of the archery range, holding his bow, without saying a word.

Mochin stood still, gun in hand.

Zhao Tou pointed the training pole at Liu Gao.

"Just start smashing. Don't worry about any rules, just begin."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Liu Gao swung his stick down.