History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

The battle at the cliff mouth was not long ago.

Everyone's nerves are still on edge.

The torchlight didn't shine very far; it could only vaguely make out the general outlines of the two people.

The taller one had straight shoulders and a slender back, and was carrying a long, thin weapon.

The shorter one had his right arm hanging down at his side, in a strange posture.

"You little Japanese devils, I knew you'd be like this!"

With this in mind, Mo Qin decided to take the initiative. He bit the ground with his foot and thrust out the white wax spear.

This shot was fired along the center line, with the intention of probing and then withdrawing.

First force the other party to respond, then observe their tactics.

The spear tip had barely arrived when the tall man raised his slender weapon.

"clang!"

A crisp sound.

The opponent's rapier blocked the tip of the spear.

The sword was thin and long, with a corner missing from the hilt. A flash of cold light, and it was immediately pulled back.

Mo Qin lowered his hand and began to wrap around the sword.

After just one entanglement, he already had a good grasp of the situation.

This person is not weak.

Moreover, it's not the style of the border troops.

The tall man took a step back, his sword tip touching the ground.

"What a tough gun."

The shorter man next to him leaned forward, ready to make a move.

"One of us!"

Shen Weijing leaned on Liu Gao's shoulder and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Don't lay a hand on us! We're on the same side!"

He even raised a hand and pointed at the rapier in the tall man's hand.

"This is my bodyguard! He even took three blows for me on the post road!"

The tall man was taken aback.

Mochin also paused for a moment.

Small text immediately appeared in the bottom right corner.

[The Head Coach of 800,000 Lolis in Tokyo: A Nine-Headed Bird?]

[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: Quick, tell me, is it you guys?]

Mo Qin's lips twitched.

These two outrageous names, once revealed, just felt right.

Anyone in this channel who comes up with a name like that is either a friend of Wolong or a lunatic on Wolong's side.

[Central Nine-Headed Bird: Yes.]

[Gentleman's Sword: One of our own.]

Both sides stopped simultaneously.

The tall man had a wound on his shoulder, and his outer cotton armor had a tear, the blood crust turning black.

Half of his face was covered in white snow from the wind and snow of Liaodong, but he still held the sword firmly in his hand.

In contrast, the other person was in a much worse state, with a torn corner of his cloak, his left hand touching his ribs, and his gait stiff.

What's most noticeable is his right arm, with short, gray-black hair covering the back of his hand and forearm.

The hair, after being soaked by snow water, clumped together, clearly indicating that it was not the hand of an ordinary person.

The coach stared at Mo Qin, then glanced at him again.

"Wow, that's impressive! You're really a newbie?"

Mo Qin tilted his head.

"What, it doesn't look like it?"

"It's not that it doesn't look like it."

The coach smirked.

"You're too much like a monster. Wolong said you were fierce, and I thought he was just bragging. Now that I see, he was actually being conservative."

The monkey beside him was also staring at Mo Qin with shock in its eyes.

"It took us three worlds to reach a draw with you."

"I've never seen anyone grow to this level in their very first world."

Mo Qin wanted to add something, but upon hearing "three worlds," his heart skipped a beat.

Lin Jun then stepped forward and glanced at the two of them.

"I am Gentleman Sword."

The coach glanced at her.

"The one at the front camp?"

"Um."

"The one who criticized the 'Drinking Horse South of the Yangtze River'?"

"That's me too."

The coach nodded.

"Fine. You've got quite a temper."

Lin Jun smiled gently and then asked in return.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"However, judging from your boldness, I'd guess you're a physical education teacher?"

The coach was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"More or less."

"Before I came here, I did work in education."

"That's why everyone calls me Coach."

The monkey raised its hairy arm and bared its teeth:

"Then I don't need to introduce myself."

"monkey."

Just then, Liu Gao walked over, heard the name, and looked up at him.

"This name is... pretty wild."

The monkey laughed loudly.

"I can't compare to you."

"He's even carrying a door panel; this move clearly makes him a meat shield."

Liu Gao glared at him.

"Meat what?"

The monkey nodded.

"A meat shield is someone who protects others."

"You could be called the number one shield-bearer of the Ming Dynasty."

Liu Gao was a little taken aback by this compliment. Although he didn't understand it, he still responded:

"Yeah, I'm the meat shield."

Shen Weijing had recovered to about 80% of his previous state and immediately took over.

"This monkey brother's comments are always very insightful."

"However, I must correct you, this is not called a door panel, it is called a large shield. Door panel is a colloquial term, and it is not dignified enough in the military."

Liu Gao looked old.

"You're already like this, and you're still nitpicking over the words?"

"A person can be disheveled, but their words should not be crude."

"Shut up."

"Brother, I'm trying to help you improve your expression..."

"Say one more word and I'll hang you on a tree right now."

"...Then I'll say less."

Even the monkeys were amused this time.

"This guy really doesn't like you."

Shen Weijing sighed, looking helpless.

"no way."

"A person of my talent will always attract some jealousy and resentment."

Liu Gao turned his head to look at him and said irritably.

"I'm not jealous, I just think you're greasy."

"Being slick is also a skill."

"With your skills, I find it annoying to watch."

"Being upset is better than losing your life."

Liu Gao really couldn't respond to that, so he could only roll his eyes and bounce the person up a little more.

Zhou Hu didn't laugh at all, only looking at the instructor and the monkey.

"Zhou Hu, under Commander Li of Liaodong, is ordered to escort Guerrilla Shen back to camp. Are only two guards left?"

The coach stopped smiling.

"We have heard of Your Excellency's illustrious reputation in the capital."

"The Japanese pirates were treacherous along the way, and unfortunately, only the two of us survived from the escort."

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Shen Weijing.

"I really admire you, you big con artist. You're so lucky."

Shen Weijing immediately took over.

"Thanks to everyone's care, I, Shen, am resilient."

"Besides, I've always been a lucky person."

The monkey's eyelids twitched as it listened.

"You're lucky to be alive and have such a big mouth. If you had said less back on the post road, we would have avoided at least one volley of arrows."

Shen Weijing remained unfazed.

"Brother, you are mistaken."

People with small mouths often don't live to my age.

Liu Gao was annoyed by what he heard, so he bounced Shen Weijing up a little to signal him to shut up.

"Can you please just shut up for a bit?"

"I'm trying to calm myself down."

"If you try to calm down any further, I'll throw you in the snow and build you a grave."

"...That's not necessary."

Zhou Hu interrupted them, seeing that their conversation was going further and further astray.

"Have you finished speaking?"

The scene fell silent.

"I'll leave after I've finished speaking."

"We've already fought off what we could up front, and there might be pursuers behind us!"

Upon hearing this, the instructor and the monkey stopped talking and joined the group.

After regrouping, the monkey tucked its long-haired right arm into its cloak.

He turned his body slightly to the side, as if he were blocking the wind.

Mo Qin glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw it.

Two cracking sounds came from beneath the cloak.

Those short, gray-black hairs seemed to be smoothed out little by little, flowing down the forearm and back into the sleeve.

When it was extended again, it was a right hand, red from the cold, just like a normal person's.

Mochin didn't stop walking, but he was incredibly surprised.

This thing... can it be taken back?

He had guessed that Paradise was incredibly powerful, but it wasn't until this moment that he truly realized it.

This place offers endless possibilities!

Noticing his gaze, the monkey didn't try to hide it.

"Stop looking."

"A beggar's version of beast transformation."

Mo Qin swallowed.

"Did the amusement park give you this?"

The monkey grinned.

"Otherwise what?"

"Kid, this is nothing! When you get back to Paradise Square, that'll really blow people's minds!"

The coach took over the conversation.

"Monkey, you're talking too far ahead. This trip to the Ming Dynasty might take several years!"

"By the way, Mochin. Let's continue. Those who can become players are not ordinary people. The amusement park only looks at two things when selecting people."

"Does it have potential?"

"Is your heart strong enough?"

The monkey added a comment at the opportune moment.

"To put it bluntly, if they think you're capable, they'll throw you in."

"No matter which timeline you're on, or what state the world is in."

"There is no room for resistance, no right to bargain!"

Upon hearing this, the air in Mo Qin's chest twitched slightly.

Just how many monsters did the amusement park choose to enter?

Or rather, how many more outrageous things will I encounter in the future?

Once this thought arose, Mochin's curiosity about the amusement park surged like a mighty river, never ceasing.

Lin Jun, who was behind, added a comment.

"You guys seem to be having a lot of fun chatting."

"Netizens met offline and took the opportunity to educate newcomers."

The monkey was delighted.

"That's a pretty good summary."

Thank you.

Lin Jundao said, "I am also a person with an internet spirit."

The coach didn't continue the joke, but simply lowered his voice.

"Seriously."

"Thanks to the intervention of the Prince of Qingliu Society, we were able to survive; it was truly a stroke of luck."

These words sound understated, but behind them lies a trail of blood and countless lives lost.

Mo Qin frowned.

"Your Highness? What the hell?"

The monkey sneered from the side.

"He's a cunning old man."

"He used a Japanese katana, and there was a shallow scar on his left eyebrow. Since he came to this world, he has killed many of our Huaxia Alliance members."

Upon hearing this description, Mochin's body stiffened.

"A faint scar at the tail of the left eyebrow?"

"right."

"Japanese knife fighting?"

"right."

"Still likes to stand in the back and show off?"

The monkey tilted its head to look at him.

"Hmm? You've seen him before?"

"Damn it," Mo Qin cursed before replying.

"We've met before; it seems we have a deep connection."

"He and his men surrounded us before."

The coach nodded upon hearing this.

"The mess that's left on the Liaodong Railway is mostly his doing."

After a moment of silence, Mo Qin asked:

"Why do you call him Your Highness?"

"Who gave him that title? Does he have that much nerve?"

This time, the coach put away his jokes.

He glanced around and saw Zhou Hu leading the way, Lao Ding trailing behind, and the players in the middle.

Then he exhaled a puff of white breath, his voice so low that only a few people nearby could hear it.

"This is not a nickname."

"He didn't just randomly bestow that title upon himself."

"It's the background that the China Alliance uncovered; that bastard is no ordinary person."

Mo Qin narrowed his eyes; this was interesting.

"Not simple? How complicated?"

The coach said, word by word:

He was from the Qing Dynasty.

"A genuine prince!"

"He was Kangxi's fourteenth son, Aisin-Gioro Yinzhen!!!"

Lin Jun paused, but his mind began to race.

Yinzhen?

Yinzhen was the one who fought with Yongzheng to the very last moment during the succession struggle at the end of the Kangxi Emperor's reign.

This person, who had been imprisoned for half his life in history, unexpectedly ended up during the Wanli era.

Which version will it be: the timeline of the Nine Princes' Struggle for the Throne, or the timeline of the Great General King?

Mo Qin was speechless after hearing this.

"……no."

"This is fucking possible?"

Tilting its head, the monkey said nonchalantly.

"What do you think? We had the same reaction when we first heard about it."

"Later I figured it out. If I can grow claws, then it's nothing for my brother to be a player."

The coach standing next to him began to speak in a cold tone.

"From that bastard's perspective, there is absolutely no possibility of communication or compromise with the China Alliance."

"He's a champion of war, assassinating players, cutting off aid to Korea, and colluding with the Japanese. He doesn't feel a shred of guilt doing these things!"

"We, the Huaxia Alliance and the Qingliu Society, are sworn enemies, bound by life and death."

"It's said that many key members of the Qingliu faction have come this time!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Qin exhaled a puff of white air.

On the other side, Old Ding, who was walking at the very back, watched the group chatting and laughing without making any reaction.

He would only glance at Mo Qin from afar every now and then.

The journey there is long, but the journey back is short!

The camp gate was already in sight!

Directly ahead, the firelight from the camp gate was enough to illuminate people's faces.

The sound of the drum, muffled and strained, carried through the wind and snow.

Seeing the two rows of torches, Liu Gao said happily.

"We've finally arrived."

Shen Weijing leaned on his shoulder and sighed.

"In my entire life, I have never found the firelight of the camp so pleasing to the eye."

Liu Gao snorted.

"You're just afraid of dying."

"Of course I'm afraid of dying."

Shen Weijing answered confidently, "Those who are afraid of death live longer."

"Look at me, haven't I been given a second chance at life?"

Liu Gao originally wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, he only rolled his eyes at him in the end.

"There's a reason you're alive."

"I like hearing that."

Nobody compliments you.

"Then I'll take that as a compliment."

"...You're really shameless."

"Face is the least valuable thing when it matters."

"roll."

The two were still arguing when an old soldier by the camp gate raised a torch and noticed the group.

The old soldier was taken aback at first, then looked more closely.

Then, he opened his throat and shouted inside:

"I'm back!"

"Zhou Hu is back!"

"The person has been brought back!"

The firelight inside and outside the camp gate suddenly flickered.