History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Mo Qin quickly turned around.

But then a monkey came from the street corner, its cotton armor crooked and its shoulders wrapped in bandages.

He walks with a limp, but his mouth is completely unaffected.

Just as he was walking along smugly, the coach behind him kicked him.

When you walk, walk properly!

The skinny monkey almost fell into the snow.

He turned around and cursed.

"Damn it, coach, are you crazy?"

But then they saw that the coach's face was also covered in blood and ash, and his left arm was in a sling, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

Looking at the two of them, Mo Qin smiled.

"Spicy hot pot is fine, but buy me a drink first."

The monkey grinned.

"We'll forget about it when we get back!" (Let's talk about it after we get back!)

Mo Qin said:

"I thought you were dead."

The monkey immediately turned hostile.

"You idiot, can't you talk properly? I'm going to attack another city, not to be reincarnated."

The coach approached and looked Mo Qin up and down.

"My shoulders have broadened, my clothes are tighter, and when I stand, I'm still finding my footing again."

The coach snorted.

"Your body has been enhanced?"

The coach, as expected of a veteran player of the amusement park, has a sharp eye. Mo Qin raised an eyebrow.

"You can tell?"

The instructor said:

"The way you stand here, you look like a freshly cooked military merit monster, who wouldn't notice?"

The monkey circled around Mochin once.

"Wow, the number one on the list is indeed number one. After the battle of Pyongyang, he's grown a size."

Mo Qin raised his hands and spun around in place.

"Is it that obvious?"

Lin Jun said calmly:

"Obviously. You're almost as big as Zhou Hu!"

"Hmm?" Mo Qin looked at her in confusion.

Lin Jun added:

"And they've become even more shameless."

The monkey laughed heartily.

"Lin Meizi speaks eloquently."

Lin Jun looked at him.

The monkey immediately waved its hand.

"I'm saying your Mandarin is standard, girl, please don't attack me."

The coach glanced at Lin Jun, then at Mo Qin, as if he understood something, but said nothing more.

He simply took a small wine pouch from his waist and tossed it to Mochin.

Mochin caught it.

"Want me a drink?"

The monkey immediately said:

"No, I'm treating you to drinks, and you're treating me to spicy hot pot. They're two different things."

Mo Qin shook the wine flask.

"That's all?"

The monkey stared wide-eyed.

"You're lucky if you can get a sip of alcohol in Pyongyang. Do you think this is like a KTV where you get a fruit platter as a minimum spend?"

Liu Gao peeked out from beside the pot.

"K what?"

Mo Qin waved his hand.

He said his brain was damaged by the artillery fire.

The monkey pointed at Mochin.

"Hey, don't slander me."

The coach ignored their banter.

Don't be too happy yet.

Upon hearing this, the monkey stopped laughing.

Mochin handed the wine bag back.

"You knew too?"

The instructor said:

Everyone knows that.

The monkey clicked its tongue.

"The Japanese channels are in an uproar. Some want to run away, some want to latch onto Qingliu's coattails, some are shouting that they will definitely turn the tables in the next round, and some are even betting on whether you will survive or not."

Mo Qin raised an eyebrow.

What are the odds?

The monkey paused for a moment.

"You still care about this?"

"Pay attention to your market value."

"Then you're worth a lot of money."

The monkey extends one finger.

"On the Japanese side, some people called you the biggest cancer in the Korean War."

Mo Qin thought for a moment.

"That's a pretty high compliment."

The instructor said:

"To them, you are truly a cancer."

Mr. Lin asked:

"Will the opposing team focus their attacks on him in the next match?"

The coach nodded.

"meeting."

"Pyongyang lost, and they lost badly. They had more people, but we outnumbered them. Many people are now desperate to find a way to turn things around."

"The Ming army is outnumbered, but our prestige is at least doubled."

The monkey continued:

"Once the mission is over, at least half of them will be wiped out by Paradise! The only viable option for those on the other side who don't want to die is to unite and kill the world's number one player."

Mo Qin touched his chin.

"Reasonable."

Lin Jun looked at him.

"You still think it's reasonable?"

"From their perspective, it does make sense."

Mochin shrugged. "If I were in the Japanese camp, I'd want to kill myself."

Upon hearing this from afar, Liu Gao hurriedly shouted:

"Brother Qin, don't say that, it's bad luck."

Mo Qin turned around.

"How so?"

Liu Gao said earnestly:

"You could say they wanted to kill you, but they couldn't."

The monkey claps its hands.

"Brother Liu has a bright future; his speech was very inspiring."

Liu Gao felt a little smug and puffed out his chest.

"I am now a swordsman and shield bearer."

Lin Jundao:

"But just now, you told me to go check if the pot had boiled."

Liu Gao immediately lowered his voice.

"Swordsmen and shield bearers need to eat too, and besides, you were so aggressive just now."

The coach looked at Mo Qin and continued:

"After Pyongyang, the big one is coming."

Mochin stepped closer and nodded.

The coach lowered his voice.

"The next step is the Byeokjegwan restaurant."

"Siege warfare and open field battles are not the same thing."

"The wilderness is different."

"Snowy ground, mountain road, pursuit, counterattack, cavalry, routed soldiers, ponies, relay the order."

"Any chaos in any area can sway the situation."

Mochin nodded slowly.

"I know."

The coach looked at him.

"Knowing and actually colliding are two different things."

The monkey beside him said:

"There are a few things that are being said by the Japanese camp that are going viral right now."

Mochin asked:

"What?"

The monkey was counting on its fingers.

"First, Pyongyang's loss is not a complete defeat; there are still opportunities later."

"Secondly, Yinzhen has a trump card."

"Third, kill the nine-headed bird, and the reward will be doubled."

Mo Qin laughed when he heard the third sentence.

Lin Jun looked at him.

"Can't you have a little sense of crisis?"

"I have."

"I didn't notice."

"I usually hide my sense of crisis beneath my humor."

Lin Jundao:

"You've been hiding it quite well."

At the same time.

Yinti sat in the shadows.

[Mynah Bird: Have Fourth Brother's men arrived yet?]

Yinzhen stared at it for a long time.

Final reply.

【Fourteen: Not yet.】

There was a pause on the other side.

[Mynah: Father Emperor asked about Pyongyang.]

Yinzhen's fingers stopped.

After a moment, he replied:

[14: Mynah must know that preserving strength earlier was a bet on Byeokjegwan.]

Another breath passed.

[Mynah: Understood. Fourteenth Brother, please don't be impatient. This world has boundless potential; taking your time won't hurt.]

"Will it take a few more days? My Eighth Brother really is patient," Yinzhen thought to himself, without replying immediately.

The myna bird sent another message.

[Mynah Bird: By the way, the scouts report that the Kiku-gakure Society seems to be planning something big; we need to be extra vigilant.]

Yinzhen stared at these words with disdain.

Then, private messaging was disabled.

"A big move?"

"Could it be bigger than mine?"

In the corner, the small ebony box sat quietly.

Inside the central command tent, Li Rusong had not yet rested.

After the recapture of Pyongyang, military affairs actually increased.

The casualties were tallied, military discipline was enforced, weapons were confiscated, Korean officials were appeased, and night scouts were sent to continue reconnaissance southward to prevent the Japanese army from turning back and attacking.

Shen Weijing sat to the side, his mouth never stopping.

"Li Shuai, President Konishi must be heartbroken by this withdrawal."

Li Rusong looked at the map without looking up.

Shen Weijing continued:

"He tried to drag it out, but you just flipped the table over."

Li Rusong said calmly:

"I didn't flip the table."

Shen Weijing was taken aback.

Li Rusong raised his eyes.

"He sat in the wrong place."

Shen Weijing smacked his lips.

Li Rusong reached out and tapped on the map.

"The night watchman goes out first."

"The river horses keep coming."

"The forward camp will rest for half a day."

"The army must not disperse because of the victory in Pyongyang."

All the generals in the tent responded in unison.

Li Rusong then said:

"Tell the people below."

"Pyongyang has been captured."

"The Japanese are not all dead yet."

"Anyone who thinks they've already won."

His voice turned cold.

"I'll chop him down first."

The messenger immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute and went out.

By the broken wall, the monkey and the instructor exchanged a few pleasantries before leaving.

Mochin put the panel away for the second time.

He still had a lot of reputation left, but he wasn't going to spend it all at once.

The battle ahead is long.

If Zhao Tou were here, he would most likely still beat him with the practice stick.

Thinking of Zhao Tou, Mo Qin felt a pang of nostalgia for the old stick's cursing voice.

"Don't let your brain shrink just because you've gotten bigger."

Zhao would probably say something like that.

As Mo Qin was thinking, Han Shouyi's voice came from not far away.

"Mochin!"

"Li Shuai is calling you."

Mo Qin was taken aback.

Lin Jun glanced at him.

"Go."

Liu Gao stood up, holding the shield.

"Brother Qin, do you want me to come with you?"

Han Shouyi glared at him.

"Call him, not you."

Liu Gao immediately sat back down.

"oh."

Mo Qin slung the white wax spear over his shoulder.

He took two steps, then stopped and looked at Lin Jun.

"Remember to wear those clothes."

Lin Jun said coldly:

"roll."

Mochin was satisfied.

"Okay."

Unhurriedly, he began to follow Han Shouyi toward the central command tent.

Along the way, the soldiers' gazes toward him had changed somewhat.

News of the first arrival spread very quickly.

The military values ​​merit and ability above all else.

Han Shouyi walked ahead and suddenly said:

"I heard you were making a scene again?"

Mo Qin said:

"no."

Han Shouyi sneered.

"No? There's a handprint on your wall."

"The old one."

"It wasn't there when I passed by."

"General Han has a keen eye for detail."

Han Shouyi stopped and looked back at him.

Mochin immediately shut up.

Han Shouyi cursed:

"Your mouth will get you into trouble sooner or later."

Mo Qin said earnestly:

"We've already offended quite a few."

Han Shouyi was momentarily at a loss for words.

Finally, he could only say with a cold face:

"Once inside, be less talkative."

"clear."

"Do you really understand?"

"As much as possible."

Inside the central command tent, the lights were bright.

Li Rusong sat behind his desk, his armor still on.

There were also several officers and soldiers in the tent.

Shen Weijing was also standing to the side, his legs propped up on a wooden frame. When he saw Mo Qin come in, he winked at him.

Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Mo Qin has met with Marshal Li."

Li Rusong looked at him.

His gaze swept over her from head to toe.

Finally, it stopped at his obviously taut collar.

Li Rusong did not ask why he had grown even bigger.

There are many extraordinary people in the army.

Moreover, Mochin's extraordinary journey has long been beyond the explanation of a newcomer.

But Li Rusong only looks at the results.

It is usable, reliable, and effective.

This is enough.

He began:

"You were the first to arrive in Pyongyang; you deserve credit."

The officers and soldiers in the tent all looked at Mo Qin.

Mochin lowered his head.

"It is the result of the efforts of everyone."

Li Rusong nodded.

"Good to know."

He raised his hand, and his personal guards presented him with the military register.

Li Rusong said:

"Remember Mo Chin, who was the first to land in Pyongyang."

"Reward."

"Award the armor."

"Also, temporarily serve as a junior officer in the vanguard."

Mo Qin suddenly looked up.

Temporarily appointed as a junior flag officer in the vanguard?

This is not simply about giving money.

This allows him to legitimately lead a few people on the battlefield.

Although it's only temporary and not a true meteoric rise, the significance is completely different.

Li Rusong looked at him.

"If you dare to climb first, you can survive."

"But the road ahead is not one that can be traversed simply by daring."

"I'm giving you a few men not so you can be a hero."

"It's to teach you how to bring people back."

These words put some pressure on Mo Qin.

Li Rusong continued:

"Those men from the front camp will still follow you."

"Two more veterans will be recruited from the army and temporarily assigned to your banner."

"Han Shouyi will be keeping an eye on it."

Han Shouyi said coldly from the side:

"If you mess around, I'll be the first to slap you."

Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute.

This time, he was not poor.

"Mo Qin obeys."

Li Rusong glanced at him.

"Get out of here."

"Prepare within half a day."

"There are still battles to come."

Mo Qin bowed his head in response.

"Yes."

He turned to leave.

Shen Weijing whispered:

"Brother Mo, you've been promoted! Treat us to a meal!"

Mochin stopped in his tracks.

Look back at him.

"Has Lord Shen's leg healed?"

Shen Weijing was taken aback.

"It's not ready yet."

"Then say less and save your energy to grow stronger bones."

Someone inside the tent couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Li Rusong almost laughed too, but quickly suppressed it.

Han Shouyi kicked Mo Qin in the shin.

"roll."

Mo Qin took a kick and quickly rolled away.

As I stepped out of the central command tent, a gust of wind blew in my face.

Han Shouyi came out of the tent and, seeing Mo Qin still standing there, frowned and said:

"What are you looking at?"

Turning his gaze away, Mo Qin smiled and said:

"Watch where you're going."

Han Shouyi snorted coldly.

"The road ahead is still long."

Mochin nodded.

"Yes, then let's go one section at a time."