History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

A flash of light, skimming past the broken bricks.

The brick was cut in half.

Mo Qin pushed the white wax spear forward.

The tip of the gun picked up a roll of old paper by the door and tossed it into the room.

The old paper was scattered.

The figure of the ghost head was finally revealed.

He stood behind the wooden frame on the left side of the paper mill, the knife already in his left hand.

His right hand hung by his side, the skin on the back of his hand that Mo Qin had torn open had congealed into a dark red color, but the wound had reopened when he struck again just now.

He didn't look well.

He was breathing more heavily than before, and his shoulders were shaking.

The force of that spear thrust from the city wall was still lingering.

When Kito Ginji saw Mochin, he smiled.

"You've arrived."

Mochin walked into the paper mill.

"You can't run anymore. End it all."

Ghost Head didn't think so, and forced a smile.

"Who said that? I can kill another one."

"Who to kill?"

"she."

"Oh?" Mo Qin had already decided to kill him.

The ghost's smile deepened.

"That woman is very important to you, isn't she?"

Mochin didn't waste any words.

The white wax spear is held with a short grip and the tip pressed low.

The space inside the paper mill is even worse than that in the alley.

There were wooden frames on both sides, old paper and gunpowder canisters piled in the middle, and broken bamboo and ropes on the ground.

Long spears are not effective here.

The ghost head chose this spot to shorten the gun.

However, after the battle on the city wall, Mochin already knew how to use a long spear with a short one.

The devil makes the first move.

The knife in his left hand wasn't as delicate as the one in his right, but it was still fast.

The blade sliced ​​in along the narrow passage of the paper mill, striking the middle section of the white wax spear.

He had to suppress the other person's gun.

Press the gun down onto the wooden frame.

To jam the tip of Mochin's gun.

Mochin did not retreat but advanced.

The gun barrel slid in along the blade, avoiding a direct clash with it.

The spear tip moved forward an inch, aiming at the ghost's left shoulder.

Ghost head turned to the side.

The blade cuts downwards, still aiming to cut the hand.

Same old tricks.

Dismantle the gun.

A severed finger.

This is what Mochin was waiting for.

He loosened his grip on the gun with his right hand.

Ghost Head's pupils contracted.

Mochin grabbed the butt of the gun with his left hand and rammed his right shoulder into it.

boom!

The ghost's head was propped up on the wooden frame.

The old paper was shaken off the shelf and fell like gray snow.

Ghost Head grunted, but the knife didn't leave his hand.

He aimed his knee at Mochin's lower abdomen, trying to force Mochin to take a half step back.

They came, and Mochin didn't back down.

The knee hit his leg.

The two were too close; the white wax spear could not be turned around.

A ruthless glint flashed in Ghost Head's eyes as he slashed upwards with his left-hand knife, close to his ribs.

It should be from close range, under Mochin's armpit.

Mochin gripped the gun again with his right hand, on the middle section.

He spun the gun barrel briefly in his palm, then slammed the butt of the gun downwards.

boom.

It struck the wrist of the demon holding the knife.

The blade veered off course.

Mo Qin raised his knee, pressing it against Gui Tou's thigh, pinning him between the wooden frame and the wall.

The ghost opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He still wanted to laugh.

"front……"

This time, he finally finished speaking.

"I still can't beat you."

Mochin looked at him.

"Good to know."

Suddenly, Gui Tou raised his foot and kicked over a gunpowder jar on the ground.

Black powder was spilled all over the ground.

A dark gray cylinder slid out of his sleeve.

Mo Qin's expression changed, and he immediately took half a step back, pressing down with the tip of his spear.

Ghost Head used his teeth to bite open the pull ring on one side of the cylinder, and with his last breath, slammed it to the ground.

boom!

A cloud of grayish-white smoke exploded instantly.

The smoke, carrying a pungent medicinal smell, instantly filled the wooden shelves, old papers, and doorway.

Mochin's vision went completely white, his nose felt like it was being pricked with needles, he couldn't hear clearly in his left ear, and all he could hear in his right ear was coughing and the sound of a wooden frame being knocked over.

The ghost staggered backward through the smoke.

His chest wasn't pierced, but a deep gash was ripped open under his ribs by the spear tip.

His left shoulder was injured, and his right hand was mostly useless.

With each step, he left bloodstains on the ground.

Mo Qin held his breath and thrust the tip of his gun forward.

Piercing the void.

He immediately turned around and followed the scent of blood.

Smoke spread from the entrance of the paper mill into the alley.

The ghost head crashed through the back door and fell into the narrow alley.

He could no longer run; his left hand gripped the wall, the knife dragging on the ground with a screeching sound.

I glanced back.

In the smoke, Mochin approached like a demon god.

Finally, fear appeared in Gui Tou's eyes.

He realized that he was really going to die here.

Just then, someone came out from the end of the alley.

Tall.

Blonde hair.

Black leather jacket, black leather pants.

Her neat Vidal Sassoon short hair, with the ends close to her jawline, revealed her fair neck.

The Sassoon hairstyle is supposed to look cold and hard, but on her, it exudes the charm of a mature woman.

Her eyebrows, the corners of her lips, and even the way she walks, with a slight sway of her waist and hips, all exude a unique sense of familiarity.

She stood where the firelight and smoke met, as if she had been waiting there all along.

When the ghost head saw her face clearly, his pupils dilated violently.

"happy……"

He had barely uttered a single word.

The woman was already in front of him.

She raised her hand and gently touched the side of the ghost's neck with her fingertips.

The ghost head's body stiffened, the remaining words stuck in his throat, and his whole body went limp.

Mo Qin chased after them out of the paper mill and witnessed this scene.

The woman supported the ghost's head with one hand and glanced at Mo Qin.

He smiled slightly only after confirming that Mo Qin did not rush over immediately.

She looked like she was carrying a handbag.

With a single lift of his hand, he hoisted the demon head, weighing about seventy kilograms, onto his shoulder.

Effortless.

The black leather jacket gleamed coldly in the firelight, its waistline cinched narrowly. Despite stepping through blood and snow in its long boots, it showed no signs of distress.

Even with a grown man like Kito pressing down on her shoulder, her shoulder didn't even sink.

She even used one hand to tidy up her short hair.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Mochin raised his white wax spear.

"Put him down."

The woman turned to look at him.

She didn't look nervous; instead, she seemed to have met an interesting person.

She spoke in Mandarin:

"What a handsome young man."

Then, through the smoke and fire, he blew a kiss to Mochin.

Mo Qin remained unmoved by the older woman's advances.

The gun tip was lowered, and the sound was a third louder.

"Put him down."

The woman laughed even more heartily.

"don't want."

Without further ado, Mo Qin stepped forward.

The white wax spear thrusts straight in.

The shot was very fast.

Even though he had just fought his way through the granary, destroyed the beehive, and had a second battle with Ghost Head, Mo Qin was extremely exhausted, but this shot was still fast enough.

The gun tip pierced through the smoke, aiming straight for the woman's shoulder.

Because she carried the ghost head on her shoulder, Mo Qin didn't stab his chest, fearing she might use it as a shield against bullets.

The woman leaned back.

Not much.

The gun tip grazed the front of her leather jacket without even tearing it.

At the same instant, her right hand trembled.

Three flying needles disappeared through the gaps between the fingers.

Mo Qin didn't see how she made her move.

All that could be heard was Lin Jun calling out urgently from behind:

"Lower your head!"

Mochin immediately slumped his shoulders.

The first needle flew past his ear.

The second one struck the ash spear shaft, producing a very faint clinking sound.

The third one didn't hit Mochin.

The shot hit about half a foot in front of his ankle.

The needle pierced the ground, and a small patch of snow and mud on the ground quickly turned black.

poisonous!

The woman, carrying the ghost's head, took half a step back.

"Don't chase after him."

She still spoke Mandarin, in a flippant tone.

"Being so fierce won't attract girls."

Mochin still needs to go forward.

Lin Jun had caught up to the alley entrance and grabbed his arm.

"Don't chase after them."

Mochin did not turn around.

"She's going to take the demon head with her."

"I know."

Lin Jun whispered, "That's why we absolutely can't chase after them."

The woman glanced at Lin Jun.

That look was much colder than when she looked at Mo Qin.

"Smart little sister."

Lin Jun glared angrily.

She stared at the woman, who was carrying a grown man, yet her shoulders didn't sag at all, and her wrists weren't tense.

When she removed the needle, Gui Tou's body didn't even sway.

Strength, speed, poison needles, agility... she is dangerous.

Mochin gripped the gun even tighter.

"I'm saying this for the last time."

He said.

"Put him down."

The woman blinked.

"Then I'll say it one last time."

She laughed and leaped backward, floating lightly onto the half-broken wall.

"don't want."

After she finished speaking, she moved her wrist again.

This time it wasn't three needles.

It consists of six roots.

Mochin swung his gun barrel, blocking both guns.

Lin Jun held the short knife horizontally and chipped one of them open.

The remaining three arrows didn't hit anyone; they hit the earthenware pots on both sides of the alley entrance.

The earthenware pot shattered.

A cloud of pale purple smoke burst out from inside.

Lin Jun's expression changed.

"retreat!"

Mochin took a half step back and held his breath.

The woman stood on the broken wall, carrying a ghost head, and waved to Mo Qin.

"See you next time, handsome young man."

With a swift movement, she disappeared between the rooftops and the firelight.

Mo Qin wanted to give chase, but the wound under his ribs reopened, and blood began to seep out again.

Lin Jundao:

"The ghost head is already useless. We shouldn't rush things."

Mochin looked at her.

Lin Jun continued:

"If you chase after them now, there might be an ambush."

After a long silence, Mo Qin glanced at the poisoned needles on the ground.

"Put it away."

Lin Jun frowned.

"Don't touch it."

She picked up a piece of broken tile from the side, used it to insert the poisoned needle into an empty medicine tube, and then wrapped it in cloth.

"This might come in handy later."

Outside the paper mill, the tiger-squatting cannon fired again.

The fighting has already started on the other side of the second wall.

Han Shouyi's roar came from the direction of Zhongjie Street:

"Bring forward the rattan shield!"

"Firearm caliper!"

"Gunner, prepare!"

Mochin picked up his gun, turned around, and walked back.

When the two returned to the second wall, the Ming army had already regrouped.

The rattan shield is in front.

The spear is behind.

Firearms on both sides.

The Tiger Crouching Cannon was dragged back up.

Kim Yun-jik led the North Korean veterans and pointed out the way beside the ditch on the right.

The North Korean boy followed behind, clutching a short knife in his hand.

Han Shouyi's voice echoed in the alley:

"Listen to the drums! Watch the flags! Disperse if you do not obey!"

"Enter with rattan shields!"

"Long spear strike!"

"Firearm caliper!"

"Gunner, prepare!"

When Mo Qin returned to the team, Liu Gao looked back at him.

"Brother Qin?"

Mo Qin looked uneasy.

"Damn it! The devil head has been rescued."

Liu Gao was taken aback.

"What?"

Lin Jundao:

"Enough talk! Let's get to the point where we're facing you."

Liu Gao didn't ask any more questions, he just pushed the rattan shield forward.

"middle."

The second earthen wall ahead was higher, thicker, and had more holes than the first one.

They were densely packed together, like a honeycomb.

Behind the hole was a row of fire ropes.

What's more troublesome is that several young North Korean men were pushed out from behind the side door of the wall.

Their wrists were tied, and they carried sandbags and planks on their shoulders.

The Japanese soldiers hid behind them and forced them with their knives to block the gap in the wall.

The Ming artillerymen paused for a moment when they saw those faces clearly, their matchlocks tethering.

Han Shouyi squinted and saw clearly.

"brute."

The fuse behind the wall lit up.

With no time to hesitate, Han Shouyi could only roar:

"Get down!"

The muskets fired in unison.

The entire alley was instantly whitened by smoke and fire.

Mo Qin stepped forward, pressed Lin Jun against the wall, and held the white wax spear horizontally in front of him.

The lead bullet struck the gun barrel, and sparks flew onto his face.

Two shield bearers fell, and a spearman was shot through the shoulder.

Three dents appeared on Liu Gao's rattan shield, and he was shaken backward, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Behind the wall, someone said something in Japanese.

"It's a Korean who kills a Korean with a chest!" (They don't dare to kill Koreans!)

After the fire hole was opened, the new fire rope lit up again.

There were also young North Korean men being pushed up against the wall.

This street is so hard to navigate.