History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

The team advanced towards Mudan Peak.

The sky was still not fully bright at this time.

The snow was pounded by many feet, making a series of muffled thuds.

The outline of Pyongyang's city walls gradually came into view in the distance.

On the city wall, Japanese soldiers' torches flickered.

They also saw the Ming army at this time.

The next moment, the first gunshot rang out from the mountain.

boom! ! !

The soldier with the rattan shield walking in front swayed his shoulder.

The rattan shield tilted slightly.

The person behind him immediately reached out and supported his back.

He didn't fall; he just gritted his teeth and pressed the rattan shield back forward.

Wu Weizhong didn't turn around, he just raised his hand.

"Low card."

The rattan shields in the front row all pressed down together.

At the same time, a second round of gunfire rang out from the mountain.

The lead bullet struck the rattan shield with a dull thud.

A few also grazed the edge of the cards, hitting the snow and exploding into a line of white foam.

But not all rattan shields can block it.

Someone was shot in the leg and immediately knelt down.

The people behind him did not help him up.

The two men passed him and filled the vacancy.

The wounded soldier rolled to the side, gritting his teeth as he shrank behind the rattan shield.

Arrows rained down from the mountain.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

The shield-bearer pressed down on his body and continued pushing forward.

Long spears peeked out from the gaps in the signboard, their tips pointing only at the points behind the wooden fence above where people might peek out.

The halberd-wielders weren't in a hurry to make a move; they followed behind the spears like a row of iron teeth.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qin's heart was filled with excitement!

This is not a fight in the martial arts world.

This is a real military formation.

One dies in front, another comes to replace it.

If you're a step behind, you'll be a step ahead.

There are no fancy moves, just grinding forward step by step.

The Japanese soldiers' arquebuses, firing from high ground, gave them a significant advantage.

But they couldn't break apart this row of rattan shields.

After a round of firing, it takes time to reload the gunpowder.

In that short time, the Southern soldiers pushed up another dozen steps.

At that moment, Wu Weizhong raised his knife and shouted.

"Enter."

The rattan shields were all raised, and long spears pierced out from the gaps between the shields.

Behind the wooden fence on the mountain, a Japanese soldier had just poked half his body out when a spear tip pierced his throat.

A line of blood spurted onto the snow.

Immediately, someone behind him dragged the body away.

Another volley of arrows fell.

This time, there were also rolling logs stuck in the mountains.

It's not that kind of big tree.

It consisted of several thick logs connected by ropes, with gravel and iron hooks tied to the outside.

As it rolled down the slope, there was a dull rumble at first, which then increased in speed.

"Rolling log!"

Someone shouted from ahead.

Wu Weizhong's expression remained unchanged.

"Take a half-step!"

The rattan shield formation was not completely dispersed.

However, everyone took a half-step wrong at the same time.

It was only a half-step, yet the formation came to life.

The first log struck the front edge of the rattan shield, causing the shield bearer to lose his balance and slide two steps to the side. The person behind him immediately braced his back with their shoulder.

The second log rolled through the gap and was caught by two rams.

The third one was biased towards the flank.

They were heading straight towards Mo Qin and his group.

"Liu Gao!"

Before Mo Qin could finish speaking, Liu Gao had already stepped up.

The lion-head shield is held horizontally forward.

He learned his lesson and stopped stubbornly resisting like before.

Instead, he stepped back with his right foot, pressed down with his left shoulder, and faced the shield diagonally upwards.

This is what the Zhejiang soldier meant when he said, "Leaning against the slope, leaning against the unloading."

The log struck the shield.

Boom!

The powerful impact caused Liu Gao to slide back half a step.

Two deep furrows were plowed into the snow and mud underfoot.

He gritted his teeth and refused to back down.

The iron hooks on the logs scraped against the edge of the shield with a piercing sound.

The second blow came as the following shards of rock swung over and slammed into the lion-head shield.

Boom!

This time it was even heavier.

Liu Gao's face turned pale.

A thin crack appeared in the eye socket of the lion's head on the shield.

Liu Gao glanced down; the shield hadn't shattered.

As long as the shield remains intact, people cannot retreat.

Mochin brushed past him, lowering his voice.

"I'll get you a replacement later."

Liu Gao shook his head.

"It still works."

Mo Qin smiled.

"Then hold on tight!"

Liu Gao raised the shield again.

"Um."

Not far away, the shield bearer also witnessed this scene.

He glanced at Liu Gao, said nothing, and pressed the rattan shield forward as well.

Liu Gao didn't look at him.

But at this moment, their movements were somewhat synchronized.

A light one.

One heavy.

One relies on skill.

One relies on hard work.

But none of them returned.

The Japanese soldiers on the mountain fired their second volley of muskets.

Bang bang bang!

This time, a soldier from the south was shot in the chest and fell backward.

Blood oozed from under the nail, and the heat immediately dissipated into white mist in the cold wind.

The young soldiers behind them had reddened their eyes, but they didn't rush over.

He could only fill in for that person and press down the rattan shield.

Wu Weizhong finally drew his sword and charged forward.

"superior."

The front rank of the Zhejiang soldiers suddenly sped up.

Instead of rushing forward haphazardly, the entire row pressed forward together.

The halberd-wielder reached out from behind the rattan shield and pushed the barricade in front of the wooden fence to the side.

The spear thrust in, and the swordsman bent down and crawled upwards along the rattan shield.

The Japanese soldiers on the mountain began to shout.

Mochin doesn't understand Japanese, but he can understand emotions!

At that moment, the public chat started popping up.

[Anonymous: The mountain guard mission is now open!]

[Anonymous: Mudanfeng cannot be lost! Losing the northern front will be a disaster!]

[Anonymous: The Ming army's southern troops are advancing; their rattan shield formation is very strong. Don't let them get close to the wooden palisade!]

[Anonymous: Where are the gun positions? Are they ready?]

Mo Qin glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and Lin Jun saw it too.

Her expression remained calm.

"The other side is getting anxious."

Mo Qin said:

"It's a bit too early."

Lin Jun looked to the right side of the mountainside.

"Strange, they haven't fired their cannons yet."

"Um."

Mochin has also noticed that area!

On the right side of the mountainside, there is a protruding rocky slope.

There were originally two torches stuck in the stone slope.

The wind and snow were heavy, and now there's only one left.

The other one, I don't know when it was destroyed.

Looking through the wind and snow, that spot appeared darker than the surrounding area.

Yan Qi suddenly said:

"There are archers over there."

"How many?" Mo Qin asked.

"I can't see clearly."

Yan Qi took the bow down.

"Start the fire first."

Instead of walking in a straight line, he went down the low slope to the left and circled around halfway.

There was a small patch of shrubs bent under the weight of the snow.

The visibility is poor, but it's a good place to hide people.

Upon reaching the bushes, Yan Qi knelt down and nocked the first arrow.

He aimed at the last remaining torch on the mountainside.

The arrow is fired.

The torch flickered in response.

It's not dead!

Yan Qi's second arrow followed immediately.

This time, the torch, along with the wooden pole from which it was planted, tilted to one side.

The right side of the mountainside suddenly turned black.

Upon realizing something was wrong, the Japanese soldiers immediately shouted.

The third arrow has arrived.

The Japanese soldier who had been peeking out was shot in the eye socket and fell backward.

The public chat started flooded with messages again.

[Anonymous: Ming troops have archers at the foot of the mountain on the west side!]

[Anonymous: He's shooting torches!]

[Anonymous: Suppress him! Suppress him against the bushes to the west!]

In an instant, the counter-attack arrows were already in front of him!

The first volley of arrows landed where he had just shot the arrow.

He didn't move.

In the second round, they were a foot behind.

He still didn't move.

In the third round, the ball landed on him, about three feet outside his left knee.

One arrow even grazed a bush branch, sending a broken twig flying into his face.

Yan Qi merely blinked.

[Anonymous: He's still alive!]

[Anonymous: You bunch of useless idiots, aim your shots!]

[Anonymous: He seems to be waiting for something!]

As the fourth volley of arrows fell, Yan Qi shifted half a body length to the right.

The arrow landed very accurately this time; it grazed his earlobe and took a bit of blood from his skin.

The fifth volley of arrows followed immediately.

This attack came from the front, back, left, and right.

The other party is clearly trying to shut down all possibilities.

Yan Qi's eyes finally moved.

He didn't roll backward or lunge to the side.

Instead, it leaned forward and slid half a foot along the snow.

The arrow grazed his back.

One of the arrows was driven into his bow arm, just an inch away.

The chat exploded instantly:

[Anonymous: Are you kidding me?! How did they manage to dodge that?! !!!]

After a near-miss, Yan Qi spotted a figure in the shadows on the mountainside.

The other side kept calling out their positions!

At that moment, the man was gesturing wildly, as if he was about to announce his new location.

Yan Qi fired his fourth arrow.

The arrow flew swiftly and pierced the man's throat.

On the other side, Mo Qin led Liu Gao and Lin Jun towards the rocky slope on the right.

Han Shouyi saw this from behind and cursed.

"You little brat! You really don't know what death means!"

You can criticize as you please.

He still raised his sword and swung it.

"Flanking maneuver!"

Several veteran Ming soldiers immediately followed.

The Zhejiang soldiers had already made contact with the first wooden fence.

Mo Qin and his men cannot directly confront Wu Weizhong.

So they chose to remove the hidden thorns next to them.

On the right side of the mountainside, the snow is thinner than elsewhere.

The wind is very strong here, so the snow doesn't stay.

The stones were all exposed, and they were very slippery to walk on.

Liu Gao stood at the forefront, shield in hand.

Lin Jun followed behind Mo Qin.

She was noticeably slower than usual today.

Mo Qin saw it all.

He simply lowered the white wax spear and deliberately moved half a step to her left.

Lin Jun saw it all.

Take care of yourself.

Mochin stared straight ahead.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Lin Jun's lips twitched slightly.

Suddenly, she said urgently.

"etc."

Mochin stopped immediately.

Liu Gao also turned around.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Jun looked up at the top of the stone slope.

"The guy guarding the cannon over there isn't standing in the right position."

Mo Qin looked closely.

On the rocky slope, there are several low mounds.

Behind the mound, half of a dark, gaping cannon muzzle was visible.

There was a figure nearby.

Both Japanese soldiers and gamers exist.

Logically, the person guarding the cannon should be closer to the cannon position to protect the cannon body, the gunpowder, and the loading port.

But the positions of those people seemed more like they were protecting the open space in front of the cannon.

Lin Jun's voice was very low.

"Aren't they afraid we'll steal their cannons?"

Mochin crouched down and looked in the direction of the cannon muzzle.

The opponent may have a skilled fighter, but that's not the point.

But the angle of this cannon is quite strange; judging from the angle, it should be off-center.

No, it shouldn't be an oversight! Could it be...?

Perhaps they are targeting the line that the Southern Army is advancing on?

No, that's not right either; the angle is way off.

He continued looking back along the muzzle of the cannon.

His gaze traveled down the slope, past a patch of rocks, and finally landed on the mountain path that the Ming army was most likely to turn back after their attack.

The mountain path was narrow, with a frozen earthen slope on one side and a snow-covered, rocky ditch on the other.

If the artillery fires there, it's uncertain how many people will be killed.

But if the rocks are knocked down, the mountain path will be blocked!

Those who stormed up couldn't get down.

Those who followed couldn't get up there either.

Liu Gao didn't understand.

"This cannon wasn't intended for anyone?"

"It's about the road."

Lin Jun added a sentence.

Mochin noticed a narrower path on the other side of the mountain road.

From a distance, the road looks very winding.

However, with the main road cut off, the Ming army would inevitably have to take the small path to support the vanguard on the mountain.

The snow was piled up too neatly on both sides of the path.

It doesn't look like natural snowfall; it looks like someone deliberately swept it up and then covered it again.

It's a pity Yan Qi isn't here.

If Yan Qi were here, he would say:

"The snow is too clean."

Mo Qin looked at the path and muttered, "One thing leads to another, a complex scheme!"

Lin Jun paused for three breaths and said:

"Yes."

Liu Gao pushed forward.

"Then let's beat that son of a bitch!"

At the same time, they were spotted on the rocky slope.

A sharp shout in Japanese: "Enemy!" (There's an enemy!)

Two Japanese soldiers immediately poked their muskets out from behind the mound.

boom!

The first shot was accurate, hitting Liu Gao's shield.

The lion-head shield trembled.

The fine line extended outwards, climbing a little further.

Liu Gao grunted and held on.

Before the second shot could be fired, Yan Qi's arrow was already flying in from below.

The Japanese soldiers with guns fell backward.

Mo Qin used the plan to rush upwards, keeping his body close to the ground.

In an instant, snow and mud flew around his feet.

The white wax spear was thrust forward, its tip piercing through the ribs of the first Japanese soldier.

He didn't draw his gun, but instead stirred it.

The body fell to the side, pressing down on the gun barrel.

The second Japanese soldier drew his sword and charged.

Mo Qin released the gun barrel, pressed the back of the knife with his left hand, and slammed his right elbow into the opponent's face.

At that moment, the sound of bones cracking was so clear that it filled Mo Qin with immense joy!

Immediately, he snatched back the white wax spear, swept the butt of the spear horizontally, and knocked the man off the rocky slope.

Above, a Japanese player has lit a fuse.

The chat was scrolling by rapidly.

[Anonymous: Someone's coming up the flank!]

[Anonymous: Gun position exposed!]

[Anonymous: Stop that nine-headed bird!]

[Akaimu Inu: I’ll meet him! 】

That ID only lit up once.

Then, a player wearing Japanese armor jumped down from beside the cannon.

He wasn't holding a samurai sword, but a short-handled axe.

The axe blade was blackened, as if it had been coated with something.

When he landed from the height, the sole of his boots didn't slip at all on the rocky slope!

Mo Qin saw it; judging by this level of control, this person couldn't be an ordinary player.

The red-eyed dog didn't waste any words; it struck as soon as it landed.

Mochin braced himself against the gun barrel.

clang!

The axe blade struck the white wax spear, causing his hand to go numb.

This person is very strong.

He's not as good as Zhou Hu, but he's definitely several levels better than the average player!