History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

With lightning-fast reflexes, Mo Qin swept his gun barrel across, knocking the first bullet away.

Lin Jun also took a step back and used his short knife to knock off the second one.

As for the third one, it was caught steadily by Liu Gao's shield.

The opportunity was too good to miss; Gui Tou had already taken advantage of the chaos and retreated into the smoke on the city wall.

Mo Qin was about to give chase when Lin Jun quickly stopped him.

"Don't chase!"

"He's trying to lure you away from the top of the stairs!"

Mochin stopped in his tracks.

Deep within the smoke, Ginji Kito had already vanished.

Mo Qin stared at the plume of smoke, took a deep breath, and turned around.

"flag!!!"

The flag bearer paused for a moment.

Mochin looked at him, his voice hoarse.

"Plant the flag."

The flag bearer was holding the small flag, his legs still trembling.

The remaining Japanese soldiers around them were still fighting like cornered beasts.

At this moment, Liu Gao was also doing his best to protect him.

He swung his shield again, knocking down the charging Japanese soldier, and roared, "Damn it, stab him!"

The flag bearer gritted his teeth and rushed to the burned Japanese flag.

Kim Yoon-jik also came up.

He climbed up from another ladder, followed by a North Korean veteran with a wounded face.

When the veteran went up to the city, he chopped down a Japanese soldier, shouting a string of extremely fast Korean dialect.

When he saw the Japanese flag on the city wall, burned to half its original size, his eyes immediately turned red.

He walked over quickly and stepped on the Japanese flag.

Kim Yoon-ji stared at it, his lips moving slightly.

Suddenly, he roared in broken Chinese:

"Insert!"

The flag bearer's first attempt failed to plant the flag securely.

Then more Japanese soldiers rushed out of the smoke, trying to cut down the standard-bearer.

Liu Gao pushed the man sideways with his shield, causing him to stumble.

Lin Jun delivered the finishing blow from the side, slitting the opponent's throat.

The flag bearer pulled up the flagpole and then thrust it down forcefully a second time.

The seedlings were planted too shallowly; the soil was too hard.

The city walls, frozen overnight and soaked in blood and snow, were as hard as iron.

Mochin walked over.

Step on the earthen ground next to the bottom of the flagpole.

The white wax spear was reversed, and the butt of the spear was used to strike the end of the flagpole heavily.

Boom!

The flagpole is buried three inches deep.

Smash it again.

Boom!

The flagpole is finally standing!

In an instant, the north wind blew the flag open.

It rustled.

There was a brief moment of silence below the city.

Then, shouts arose from all sides.

"We've gone up!"

"The flag! The flag has been raised!"

"The north wall has been breached!"

"The Ming army has stormed the city!"

Han Shouyi's face was covered in blood, but when he looked up and saw the flag, his face turned a little red!

"Keep up! All of you, keep up!"

"Ladder in hand! Press upwards!"

One siege ladder after another crashed into the city wall.

The Ming soldiers climbed up the ladder.

Southern soldiers with rattan shields led the way, followed by Liaodong soldiers wielding swords and spears, while firearmsmen pressed down on both sides of the city walls from below.

Beneath the city wall, the Korean soldiers and veterans brought by Kim Yoon-jik surged forward with red eyes.

This section of the city wall has finally been torn open.

A message popped up in the public chat.

[Anonymous: It's unstoppable.]

The next one will follow soon.

[Anonymous: The north wall has fallen. Don't send any more people over there; they'll just die.]

Next one.

[Anonymous: Ghost Head has quit.]

This statement caused an uproar on the Japanese military channel.

"The demon has retreated?"

"How is that possible? Wasn't he waiting for the nine-headed bird on the city wall?"

"Never fought head-on?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Captain Kito has switched to urban warfare!"

"So you still got a refund?"

Ginji Kito was too lazy to watch the channels.

He has retreated into the rear smoke tunnel. The city wall has fallen, but there is still a fight going on inside the city!

On the city wall, Mo Qin leaned against the flag and wiped the blood from behind his ear.

"Um."

Lin Jun handed him the chips.

"He's testing you, seeing if you'll be distracted by me."

Mochin took the chips and flipped them over.

"Then he figured it out."

Lin Jun looked at him.

Mochin flashed a smile, revealing a set of fine teeth.

"Without distraction, calm and composed, handling everything with ease."

Lin Jun was about to say something, but upon hearing this, he paused for a moment.

"You really are..."

Before he could finish speaking, cannon fire rang out again from below the city.

The cannon fire wasn't from Mudan Peak; it came from the direction of the city gate.

The Ming army's trump card, the Great General Cannon, began to bombard the door.

A loud explosion erupted from the direction of the Seven Star Gate.

On the other side of the city gate, wood chips and dust rose several feet into the air, and the Japanese soldiers behind the gate were thrown into chaos.

But the door didn't break down completely immediately.

City gates are not stage sets in movies and TV dramas.

The exterior was made of thick wood and sheet iron, and the interior had crossbeams, sandbags, chevaux-de-frise, and wooden fences. Japanese soldiers would also set up guns on both sides of the gate to fire the first rank when the Ming army rushed in.

After the second bombardment, the Ming army did not rush to the gate in a swarm.

Han Shouyi stood at the breach in the city wall, glanced down, and called out:

"Clear the city walls to both sides! Don't crowd the doorways!"

"Firearmsmen, press down on the right flank! Rattan shield bearers, advance! Spearmen, follow behind!"

"Don't let the flag fall! Whoever falls, I'll chop them down first!"

The Ming army began to advance along both sides of the city wall.

Mochin did not go down immediately.

Although flags have been planted on this section of the city wall, it has not been completely cleared away yet.

Small groups of Japanese soldiers remained hidden behind the wooden frames and beside the battlements, waiting for an opportunity to launch a counterattack from the smoke.

Several Japanese players also mingled among the Japanese soldiers, specifically keeping an eye on the Ming soldiers' flag bearers and firearms handlers who had entered the city.

Liu Gao braced his shield and began to advance to the left.

With each step he took, the arrow shaft on his shield swayed.

A Japanese soldier crawled out from behind the battlements and stabbed him in the calf with a short gun.

Liu Gao pressed his shield down to parry the short spear.

As you step on the gun barrel with your right foot.

The short sword protruded from the side of the shield and pierced the opponent's face.

But when he drew his sword, his hand began to tremble.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm tired.

Lin Jun passed by him and glanced at the shield with two cracks.

"This shield needs to be replaced when we get back."

Liu Gao was panting heavily.

"It's alright, I can still manage."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another arrow struck the shield.

Boom! ! !

A faint cracking sound came from the back of the shield.

Liu Gao's face twitched, but he still stubbornly insisted.

"See, it's not broken."

Lin Jun shook her head, not exposing him.

As for the city wall on the right, a series of urgent shouts of battle also came from there.

This Japanese player was somewhat clever; he emerged from behind the wooden frame, a short axe in his hand, and moved with lightning speed.

He didn't rush towards Moqin or Liu Gao, but instead went to the second Ming army standard bearer to enter the city.

The flag bearer had just taken the small flag off his back when the short axe was already slashing at his chest.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Qi's arrow arrived.

The first arrow hit the shoulder.

The player shifted his body, his ferocity flaring, and stubbornly continued forward despite the arrows.

Second archer.

The short axe missed by half an inch and struck the flagpole.

The flagpole has a crack.

The player gritted his teeth, wanting to cut again.

Yan Qi's third arrow has struck the throat.

The arrowhead protrudes directly from the back of the neck!

Liu Gao rushed over and gave the flag bearer a hard pat.

"Hold me tight!"

The flag bearer's face turned pale.

Liu Gao scolded, "Be smarter, you won't be so lucky next time!"

The flag bearer, clutching the flag, scrambled backward.

Not far away, the moment Yan Qi put down his bow, his wrist suddenly twitched.

The cut on his hand split open, and blood dripped from between his fingers onto the back of his bow.

He frowned.

But he continued to draw arrows from the Japanese soldiers' quivers and nock them.

Mo Qin also saw Yan Qi's blood, but now was not the time to care.

On the battlefield, you only have the right to survive.

"Yan Qi!"

"exist."

"There are two more behind the wooden frame on the right!"

Yan Qi remained silent, but the arrow had already been fired.

The first arrow struck a crack in the wooden frame, and a muffled groan came from inside.

The second arrow hit the lower edge of the wooden frame, and the Japanese soldier rolled out, clutching his foot.

The third arrow was aimed at the throat.

Mochin stepped forward with his gun and stabbed down another Japanese soldier who rushed out.

The breach in the city wall finally widened.

After the first Ming army flag was planted securely, a second flag was planted.

Next is the third side.

The firearmsmen also began to enter the field.

Instead of rushing into the city, they set up their guns behind the crenellations and began suppressive fire into the depths of the city walls.

The Japanese soldiers were about to launch a counterattack when they were scattered by gunfire.

Zhao Tou was among the wounded soldiers below the city wall, getting stabbed.

A southern soldier's arm was pierced by a lead pellet, and he was bleeding uncontrollably.

Zhao Tou used a strip of cloth to tie the wound, pressed the back of the knife against it, and cursed as he tried to stop the bleeding.

When the shouts came from the city wall, the old soldier next to him looked up.

"Zhao Tou, your apprentice went first!!!"

Zhao Tou didn't look up.

"understood."

The old soldier looked surprised.

That Zhao Tou is really something; his apprentice is truly living the high life today!

The first to scale the enemy's position was the foremost of the four great military achievements in ancient times (first to scale the enemy's position, first to break through enemy lines, first to kill a general, and first to capture a flag). It had an extremely high mortality rate but also the richest rewards.

Especially when Mo Qin single-handedly climbed the city wall first:

Overwhelmingly powerful, it intimidates the entire army!

While others were too weak to even approach the city wall, he was the first to climb over the crenellations, facing the Japanese soldiers' encirclement and slaughter. Every shot was deadly, but he stood firm and managed to tear open the first breach.

To the Ming soldiers below the city, he truly seemed like a god of war descending upon the world at that moment.

He single-handedly confronted the defending army of a city, his aura directly crushing everyone's courage.

A soldier like him might only see a handful of such scenes in his entire life; the visual and psychological impact was immense.

These soldiers both respected and feared him, and were completely convinced of his authority.

The veteran added, "The flag has been planted too."

There was an ironclad rule for siege warfare in the Ming Dynasty:

If you rush up to the top of the city wall, it's called climbing the wall, but it doesn't count as being the first to climb.

Only by scaling the city walls, defeating the enemy, and planting the Ming army flag on the battlements without it falling can one truly claim the great achievement of being the first to scale the walls.

Mochin truly deserves the credit for the victory in the Battle of Pyongyang.

At this moment, Zhao Tou paused his movements.

But it only stopped for a moment.

He tightened the cloth strips, causing the southern soldier to howl in pain.

Zhao Tou cursed, "What are you yelling about! Shut up if you're not dead!"

After he finished cursing, he finally looked up.

Amidst the smoke from the north wall, the small Ming army flag fluttered in the wind.

The man next to the flag, shot in the eye, shot in the eye.

Zhao narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you standing so straight?"

He said.

"Are we waiting for someone to fire a gun at him?"

An old soldier beside him whispered, "It's all thanks to your excellent teaching."

Zhao immediately retorted with a curse.

"fart."

He bent down to continue bandaging the wounded soldier, but his touch was slightly lighter than before.

"He's just lucky."

At the foot of Peony Peak, Zhou Hu stood beside Li Rusong.

He also saw the shot fired from the city wall.

It was the moment before Gui Tou retreated, when Mo Qin, holding a short-handed white wax spear, pressed against the city wall and forcefully pushed back the path of the blade.

Zhou Hu whispered, "This kid's impressive."

Li Rusong did not turn around.

"How do I compare to you?"

"Equal in ability."

Li Rusong looked at the flag on the north wall, and after a moment raised his hand.

The central army flag fluttered.

All the subsequent infantry were then pushed forward.

"Pass on the order."

"The north wall has been breached, and the city walls are being breached to the flanks. Continue bombarding the city gates, but do not allow any crowding. Leave an opening on the east side, do not block it completely."

The messenger rushed off.

Li Rusong looked towards the east gate.

Things haven't gotten chaotic over there yet, and Xiao west is still keeping things calm.

This means that we haven't hit his sore spot yet.

"Add another squad of firearmsmen."

Li Rusong said.

"Suppress the street entrances within the city."

"yes!"

The north wind swept across the city, carrying smoke from cannon fire.

Mochin stood on the city wall, looking into the city.

In Pyongyang, torches flickered, alleyways crisscrossed, and shadows of wooden houses, earthen walls, granaries, and temples intertwined.

The Japanese soldiers did not collapse completely; they were retreating into the city.

They prepared to deploy their guns at the alley entrance and regroup behind the wooden fence.

The city wall was only opened.

The real bloodshed in the city is far from over.

Lin Jun said in a low voice:

"The ghost head is inside."

"Um."

"He'll choose a narrow place and engage us in street fighting."

"Um."

Mochin tucked the chips he had previously won into his waistband.

"No problem, if he dares to come, I'll break his legs!"

Lin Jun glanced at him.

"Don't exaggerate. His swordsmanship is quite good."

At this point, Mo Qin looked down at the wound on his ribs.

"To be fair, it's not weak."

"But he can't beat me in a head-on confrontation!"

Lin Jun let out a soft breath.

"Next time, he won't come at us head-on."

Mochin looked at the fireworks in the city.

"Let's fight first and talk later!"

A commotion arose on the left side of the city wall.

The Japanese soldiers looked as if they had seen a ghost and retreated desperately.

It looked like some ghost was behind them, and it came over.

Mochin turned his head.

In the smoke, a figure stood at the end of the city road.

He simply stood there, with two knives at his waist, one long and one short.

A gust of wind blew, and the smoke dispersed a little.

The man looked up.

His gaze, across half a section of the city wall, fell upon Mo Qin.

Lin Jun saw it too, and frowned.

Someone has already posted a message in the channel.

[Anonymous: Miyamoto Musashi is on the north wall!]

The next moment, another message popped up.

[Anonymous: Isn't he just a paid assassin? He shouldn't be involved in defending the city, right?]

The wind on the city wall grew even colder.

Mochin saw his thumb pressing against the guard, pushing the hilt forward half an inch.

The white wax spear slowly pressed down, and Mo Qin touched the tip of the spear onto the city brick.

The two stared at each other for a moment, separated by half a city wall.

With his head tilted to the side, Miyamoto turned and walked into the city.

Mo Qin didn't chase after him, and Lin Jun's face darkened.

"Is he waiting for you?"

Mo Qin hummed in agreement.

"When I came here with Shen Weijing last time, didn't he say he was going to kill me?"

"Actually, while he wanted to kill me, didn't I also want to kill him?"

No one responded.

At the same time, at the end of a narrow alley in the city, a very thin spark streaked across the rooftops.

The spark leaped across the roof tile and then disappeared into another patch of darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a short, painful scream came from deep within the alley.

Judging from the sound, they are not Japanese soldiers, but Ming soldiers!

Han Shouyi suddenly turned around.

"Where is the messenger?"

No one could answer that.

The messenger who just ran to the street corner inside the city hasn't returned.

Lin Jun also saw the spark.

"What is that?"

Mochin seemed to have guessed that there was someone who had not yet shown up.

"Prepare to go into the city."

"Let's push in!"