History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Lin Jun immediately stopped the gunner:

"Don't shoot! He's trying to lure you into exposing your gun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a short gunshot rang out from the rooftop next to him.

A dent was punched into the wall next to the gunner.

If he had leaned forward just now, his head would be gone.

Han Shouyi was so angry that his face twitched.

"Damn it, you were right, someone really did spread false orders."

Lin Jundao:

"He doesn't just want to kill the messengers. He wants to throw us into chaos."

Han Shouyi immediately changed the order:

"Pass it on! The firearmsmen don't listen to verbal instructions, they only watch the flags and drums!"

"Leave an old soldier at each alley entrance to relay the order!"

"Arrest the person who gave the unparalleled command!"

"If you can't catch it, shoot!"

The earlier false information caused the Ming army to panic briefly.

But the Japanese army did not let this opportunity pass.

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed out from the left alley outside the granary.

The two men in front held wooden shields, the musketeers behind them were close to the sides of the shields, and the last men were swordsmen.

There were also a few players in the middle, whose faces were even uglier than those of the Japanese suicide squad.

One player shouted:

"Charge! If we don't charge, they'll kill us from behind!"

Another person cursed in Chinese:

"What the hell! I must have lost my mind to choose the Japanese!"

The ghost-headed men were supervising the battle from behind.

If you don't fight, you'll die at their hands.

Chong might be able to drag a Ming soldier down with him.

These are players who chose the wrong side.

Some people know they were wrong.

But knowing you're wrong doesn't mean you don't have to pay back the money.

Liu Gao braced his shield and strode forward.

This time, the shield reached its limit and couldn't hold on any longer.

The first shot from the musket hit the crack in the shield.

Click.

Cracks started from the edge of the lion's head and crept down.

The second Japanese soldier's sword slashed down, striking the crack.

The shield was split in half.

Liu Gao cursed and stubbornly resisted.

The third cut came down.

The shield finally shattered into two pieces.

Now, he only has half a pastry left.

Seeing his chance, a Japanese soldier thrust his short spear straight into his chest.

Just then, a rattan shield, placed diagonally beside him, saved his life.

clang!

The pistol was disassembled at an angle.

The southern soldier with the rattan shield stepped forward and used the edge of his shield to knock the Japanese soldier's arm away.

The spears from the rear row pierced through the gaps in the shields, pinning the man to the wall.

Nanbing Teng, the shield bearer, glared at Liu Gao with annoyance.

"Hey, you big black guy! Are you out of your mind?!"

Liu Gao was taken aback.

"What?"

"If your equipment is broken, then let's take a step back and get a new shield!"

As he spoke, the shield bearer kicked a spare shield to him.

"Take this! Don't take your half-coffin lid, it's embarrassing!"

Picking up the rattan shield, Liu Gao noticed it was much lighter.

But my first reaction was unease.

My second thought was about my own body; after taking the shield, I felt quite relaxed.

The shield bearer cursed:

"Hurry up! Tilt your head! Tilt your head! Didn't your mother teach you how to take shelter from the rain?"

Liu Gao tilted the rattan shield to one side, and with a swift cut, he slid it open by half.

His eyes lit up.

"Eh!"

The shield bearer ignored him and continued forward, shield in hand.

Liu Gao followed his steps, taking half a step back and then half a step forward. Instead of directly ramming the shield, he deflected it diagonally, using his shoulder and hip to block.

The movements were ugly, but effective.

Lin Jun saw this from the side and whispered:

"I've got it."

Mo Qin did not notice Liu Gao.

He had already charged into the ranks of the counterattacking Japanese soldiers.

At that moment, he was unleashed like a force of nature.

The tiger-squatting cannon had just blasted open the alley entrance, and before the smoke had even cleared, Mo Qin charged in through the smoke.

The white wax spear sweeps first, targeting the lower edge of the opponent's wooden shield.

The goal isn't to sweep away people, it's to sweep away their feet.

The two wooden shield bearers in the front row simultaneously lost their balance, causing their shields to tilt.

Mochin seized the opportunity to pierce through the gap in the shield, stabbing the throat, pulling out, turning around, and striking the other temple with the butt of the spear.

Just as the musketeers behind were about to raise their guns, Mo Qin kicked the corpse over.

The corpse struck the muzzle of the gun.

The musket fired.

Lead pellets were driven into the corpse.

Mochin rushed out from behind the corpse, flicked the tip of his gun, and knocked the musketeer down.

Japanese swordsmen surrounded them; there were three of them.

The target areas are his left shoulder, right waist, and chest.

With a short grip on the gun shaft, Mochin first pressed down on the left knife, then struck his right hand with the butt of the gun.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward, smashed open the middle door, and the tip of the gun pierced the third man's throat.

There was no pause in the middle; the whole process was smooth and seamless.

And so, he continued walking alone through the alley.

Point the tip of the spear.

Smash one with the butt of the gun.

One gun barrel is pressed down.

Kick one.

Shoulder bump.

A player tried to ambush him from behind, and Lin Jun quickly shouted from the side:

"Defensive midfielder!"

Mo Qin didn't even turn his head, but instead thrust the butt of his gun backwards.

The player was shot in the abdomen and vomited blood.

Mochin turned around, the tip of the spear piercing his chest.

Japanese players knelt down and raised their hands.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a short knife slid out of his sleeve.

Lin Jun, who had caught up, had already passed the dagger.

Cutting one's wrists.

The short sword fell to the ground.

Han Shouyi arrived and kicked the player over.

"Tie him up! Chop him up if he moves!"

Mochin gave the player a cold look but didn't fire a follow-up shot.

Keep going.

Those who use civilians as shields from gunfire should be killed.

Those who aim their guns at the Ming soldiers, kill them.

If they are truly disarmed, tie them up first.

The first alley outside the warehouse was thus trampled by the Ming army.

When the Heavenly Army arrived, the Korean people slowly crawled out from the cellars, hidden doors, and behind collapsed walls.

Some people gave directions to the Ming army, while others knelt and wept.

There was also a boy carrying a broken wooden stick who insisted on following the North Korean veteran.

This boy was the first child to crawl out of the secret door of the granary.

The child is seventeen years old.

Mo Qin was mistaken just now; he probably looks like a child because he's so thin from hunger.

Kim Yoon-ji stopped him and cursed him in his local dialect.

The boy wouldn't listen.

The North Korean veteran glanced at him and then tossed him the short knife from his waist.

Kim Yoon-jik said urgently:

"this!"

The North Korean veteran only said one sentence in his local dialect.

Mo Qin understood the general meaning.

He will avenge himself.

You have to walk your own path.

At this time, in a secluded courtyard within the city.

After Gui Tou went to the city wall, Yin Ti returned here.

He sat on the veranda, looking relaxed and at ease.

The ebony box stood at my feet.

The guards knelt before them and reported in a low voice:

"The breach in the north wall is now secure. Ghost Head has switched to street fighting, but he failed to kill Nine-Headed Bird."

Yinzhen nodded.

"After all, he was a Japanese fisherman. With his limited strength, he was naturally too weak to kill."

The guard continued:

"The Ming army's firearms, rattan shields, and spears worked together very steadily. The Japanese musket positions at the alley entrances couldn't hold them off for long."

Yinti smiled gently.

"Before his departure, the Emperor said that the Japanese were no match for him and should not be relied upon!"

"I thought Pyongyang could hold out for another half a day. I didn't expect Li Rusong to be so steady in his military tactics, and the Southern troops were even tougher than I thought."

The guard could only lower his head, unable to respond.

He looked up and saw the firelight in the north of the city.

"The fighting strength of the Ming army is truly astonishing."

"Well, it's not the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign after all, and the tiger's power is still lingering."

He picked up the ebony box and patted it.

At that moment, Yinzhen's eyes turned cold.

"If I can't get first place, in the end, I'll have to use this."

The guard lowered his head even further.

Yinzhen said:

"Keep the box safe and send it out."

"Where to send it?"

"Wang Jing".

The guard was taken aback.

Yinzhen looked at him.

"Pyongyang has fallen. There's no need to stay here and waste time."

The guard felt a chill run down his spine, picked up the ebony box, and quickly retreated.

Yinzhen stood up and took one last look at the north of the city.

"Li Rusong."

He said in a low voice.

"You've won this round."

There was a pause.

"But the next game, maybe not."

The gate to the side courtyard was closed.

The street fighting continues.

As Mo Qin led his men into Zhongjie, they finally encountered Miyamoto Musashi.

He stood at the entrance of an alley, just wide enough for two people to walk side by side, as if he had calculated that Mo Qin would pass by here.

And at his feet lay a Japanese soldier player.

The player was still alive, clutching his throat and rolling around.

Throughout the entire process, Miyamoto never looked down at his feet.

"I told you, don't block my way."

He was speaking in Chinese.

It was very stiff, but I could understand it.

Mochin stopped and lowered the white wax gun.

Miyamoto looked at him and pushed the knife half an inch with his thumb.

"To be honest, you're not the one I most want to kill, but that old devil didn't come."

Mochin knew who he was talking about.

Old pawn Ding.

That night, Old Ding fought Miyamoto and Fuma Kotaro with his fists and feet, managing to hold them off without being at a disadvantage.

Miyamoto's gaze fell on Mo Qin.

"You have potential, but unfortunately I took the money."

He paused for a moment.

"I won't act rashly. If it weren't for the Kikugakure Society adding money, I might have spared your life."

Liu Gao cursed from behind:

"Your mother talks too much nonsense!"

Miyamoto didn't look at him.

Mo Qin smiled.

"Money? You still care about that stuff?"

"To put it another way, it should be called Paradise Coins."

"People die for wealth, birds die for food. It's understandable."

Miyamoto nodded.

"Don't blame me. Blame yourself for coming to Paradise."

Mochin laughed heartily.

"Then don't blame me. I'll try my best to only make one mistake in you!"

That's all I have to say. There's nothing more to add!

Miyamoto drew his sword.

This time it wasn't half an inch.

It's really a pull.

The sound of the blade being drawn from its sheath was very soft.

Mochin pressed forward almost simultaneously, his white wax spear thrusting straight in.

Neither side shouted or braced themselves.

The first one was very fast.

Miyamoto didn't slash Mo Qin's chest.

It's about half a foot in front of the spear tip.

The blade slid along the tip of the white wax spear, slicing towards Mo Qin's leading hand.

It's very similar to the stick-cutting technique of the Ghost Head.

But there's something different about it.

Ghost Head's knife is sharpened, disassembled, and the gun's edge is peeled away bit by bit.

Miyamoto's sword was even cleaner.

He only takes one route.

The line arrives, but the person is cut off.

Mo Qin withdrew his spear half an inch, lowered the butt of the spear, and changed the spear tip from a thrust to a point, aiming at Miyamoto's shoulder socket.

Miyamoto turned to the side.

The knife cuts back.

Mochin immediately pressed down with the gun barrel.

when!

The sound of knives and spears clashing in the narrow alley was very short.

The second move: Miyamoto took a half step forward and slashed upwards with his sword, targeting Mo Qin's old rib wound.

He figured it out.

Mochin had a wound under his ribs.

"Damn it, it's true that a coward doesn't take advantage of a good deal!" Mo Qin's eyes turned cold. He pushed the end of his white wax spear against the wall, using the wall's recoil to shift half a step to the side, the spear tip grazing Miyamoto's face.

Miyamoto retired for the first time.

The third move: Miyamoto's blade touched the shaft of the spear, not with a hard slash, but with a press and a flick, trying to make the spear tip hit the wall.

Mo Qin simply let the tip of the spear slide along the wall, and then swept the back of the spear against Miyamoto's knee.

Miyamoto leaped half an inch.

Press the knife down.

Mochin drew his gun.

The two stopped at the same time.

Less than ten moves.

No one was hurt.

But the surroundings were completely silent.

Liu Gao gripped the new rattan shield, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"This guy with dual swords... he's really tough to fight."

Lin Jun said in a low voice:

"He is the Sword Saint."

Suddenly, Miyamoto sheathed his sword and uttered a single sentence.

"Come to the depths of the alley."

He turned and walked inside.

Mochin did not pursue immediately.

Mr. Lin asked:

"Why not go after them?"

Mo Qin watched Miyamoto's retreating figure.

"I'd have to be out of my mind to chase after them!"

"What's wrong?"

"The Wind Demon is definitely on the roof, the Ghost Head is in the shadows, and there's probably a wall of muskets ahead."

Mochin let out a breath. "I'm not stupid."

Liu Gao interjected:

"You didn't seem like a smart person when you were rushing around just now."

Mo Qin looked at him. "Stop talking nonsense!"

Liu Gao shut up.

As the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion behind them.

Lin Jun turned around.

A North Korean woman was dragged out of a side alley.

The man dragging her was a Japanese soldier who held a sword to her neck and shouted in Japanese, trying to force the Ming army to make way.

The North Korean veterans rushed forward faster than anyone else.

With a swift stroke, he slashed at the back of the Japanese soldier's neck.

The Japanese soldiers tried to push the woman forward.

Kim Yoon-jik bumped into her from the side, grabbed the woman, and rolled her to the ground.

The North Korean veteran's knife fell.

The back of the neck was severed in half.

Blood splattered on the wall.

The North Korean boy who had been holding the dagger rushed out from the corner of the wall.

He had a knife tucked into his belt, but it was too short.

So he chose to use a broken wooden stick to smash another Japanese soldier's knee.

The Japanese soldier staggered, and Liu Gao stepped forward and slammed him against the wall with his shield.

The North Korean veteran trembled and cursed a long string of words in his local dialect.

The woman lay on the ground crying, and Jin Yunzhi helped her up, his voice trembling.

"Go, move back, the Ming army is behind us."

The woman grabbed his hand and said something while crying.

After hearing this, Kim Yoon-jik suddenly looked up.

"Behind the second wall in the right alley, there were children. The Japanese soldiers tied them up there."

Han Shouyi clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.

"Mochin!"

"I heard you."

Mochin turned and left.

Lin Jun grabbed him.

"etc."

She looked ahead.

"Don't you think everything's going too smoothly?"

That makes sense, Mochin stopped.

Lin Jundao:

"Fūma's fake message just now failed. Miyamoto showed up and then retreated. Kito hasn't shown up at all."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a scream rang out from the dark alley to her right.

A Ming soldier, a small flag bearer, retreated backwards, his knees cut open, and he fell to his knees.

From the smoke ahead, a knife came skimming along the ground.

It's a ghost head.

His target is not Mochin.

It's Lin Jun.

He cut from the side, severing Lin Jun's knee with a single stroke.

It wasn't about killing her; it was about crippling her legs.

Good plan, follow his elaborate scheme.

Miyamoto distracted Mo Qin, then ambushed Lin Jun. Concern clouded his judgment, and Mo Qin made a mistake in the alley.

Unfortunately, both of them were even more cunning than monkeys.

Lin Jun was prepared and pressed down with his short knife.

when!

She blocked the first blow, but was forced back two steps.

The demon head continued to cut off the head and neck, focusing instead on severing the legs.

Mo Qin was about to move when suddenly a fuse was lit behind the beehive wall in front of him.

boom!

Lead pellets hit his feet.

The second and third holes then lit up.

The Japanese musket wall blocked Mochin's path.

Yan Qi finally nocked an arrow.

A flick of the wrist.

The arrow is fired.

It was off by half an inch.

With a flick of his blade, he deflected the arrow.

He glanced at Yan Qi.

Even expert archers can make mistakes?

Yan Qi did not answer.

He glanced down at his wrist and nocked the arrow again.

This time, he held the arrow by the tip of his teeth, steadyed the bow with his left hand, and tapped the string with two fingers of his right hand.

But the ghost head had already retreated.

By forcing Lin Jun to retreat and suppressing Mo Qin, the Ming army's advance in this phase was disrupted once again.

Gui Tou did not give up the struggle; he was trying to stop the Ming army in his own way.

Lin Jun's knee was grazed by the wind from the blade, leaving a small cut, but blood was already seeping out.

Mo Qin's eyes turned cold.

"Yan Qi".

"Um."

Which way did he retreat?

Yan Qi did not answer immediately.

He quickly crouched down to examine the ground.

The ghost was very good at retreating; its footsteps were light, and its tracks were intermittent.

But as he retreated, he stepped on and broke a shard of pottery, the edge of which was stained with a bit of fresh blood.

Then Yan Qi raised his hand and pointed to the left alley.

"there."

Han Shouyi said:

"Mochin, you're right here. The second wall hasn't been breached yet."

Mo Qin looked at Zuoxiang.

"If that devil doesn't die, he'll keep ambushing Lin Jun, the messenger, and the flag bearer."

Every word he said made sense, and Han Shouyi could not refute it.

Lin Jundao:

"I can still walk."

"I know."

Mochin said, "But you stay here."

Lin Jun was taken aback.

Mo Qin looked at Han Shouyi.

"You guys handle the second wall yourselves. I'm going to kill that guy."

In his haste, Han Shouyi tried to stop him.

Are you alone?

"A narrow alley is useless with lots of people."

Liu Gao immediately said:

"I'll go with you!"

Mo Qin looked at his new rattan shield.

"You stay here."

Liu Gao became anxious.

"Brother Qin!"

"When I'm not around, you are the door."

Liu Gao was stunned; Mo Qin's words were a bit harsh.

He gritted his teeth and raised the rattan shield.

"middle."

Nodding, Mo Qin followed into the left alley.

The alley is very narrow.

The place was so narrow that even a white wax spear couldn't be held horizontally; the other side had clearly put a lot of thought into it.

He gripped the gun short, with the butt of the gun close to his waist and the tip lowered.

When he went in, Mo Qin took each step very lightly, making sure that each step was in a place where it wouldn't make a sound.

At the end of the alley was an abandoned paper mill.

The door was half collapsed, and the inside was filled with old paper, broken wooden frames, and broken bamboo sieves.

There were several small gunpowder jars on the ground, their lids half open.

There was a distinct smell of gunpowder in the air.

Standing outside the door, Mo Qin did not go in immediately.

"Ghost head."

There was no response.

Mo Qin lifted his foot and kicked up a piece of broken brick.

Broken bricks flew into the doorway.

laugh.