History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

On the surface, Mo Qin remained calm and didn't make a move, only saying something.

"Walk."

Following the drag marks, the group circled around the side of the old post station.

The old post station has long been abandoned.

Half of the wall had collapsed, the roof was bent, and a broken rope was still hanging from the wooden stake in front of the door.

Yan Qi walked the slowest.

The monkeys have already circled around from the other side.

The instructor stood two steps behind Mo Qin, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Lin Jun's dagger was hidden in his sleeve.

Liu Gao raised the shield slightly, protecting Jin Yunzhi and the boy behind him.

They found the horse in the snow gully behind the old post station.

The horse is dead.

The saddlebag was cut open, and the reins were broken cleanly.

The monkey crouched down and took a look.

"Very clean."

Yan Qi had already looked deeper into the ravine.

"besides."

Mochin jumped into the snow ditch.

At the bottom of the ditch, there was a collapsed thatched hut, almost invisible under the weight of the snow.

The scarred veteran ripped aside the tattered grass.

There are people inside.

The Ming army's horses are lying right below!

His body was blue from the cold, his mouth was stuffed with cloth, he was completely bound, and he had a wound on his chest, but he was still alive.

My left hand is gone.

Mochin lowered his head to identify it.

That hand... it was his!

Liu Gao gasped.

"Those bastards..."

Mochin immediately squatted down and pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

Tangma opened his eyes.

But his pupils were already dilated.

Despite seeing the Ming army cotton armor on Mo Qin's body, he still tried desperately to move his lips.

Mochin bent down.

"explain."

Tangma managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Flag... fake..."

"road……"

"Someone..."

He tried to raise his hand, but he couldn't.

Mochin grasped his wrist.

Tang Ma stared intently at Mo Qin.

"Don't...chase him..."

After saying those words, he seemed to have all his energy drained away; his head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

Mo Qin looked towards the old post station.

"Where's the one who knows the way?"

Kim Yoon-jik's expression changed.

"We were just ahead of it."

The next moment, a sharp whistle rang out from in front of the old post station.

Mo Qin's face darkened.

"Grab him!"

Before the words were even finished, the monkey had already darted away.

That speed was just like a monkey running close to a wall.

The fake guide, who was originally standing by the old post station gate, turned and ran when he heard the noise.

He runs very fast, and more importantly, he knows the roads here very well.

Lin Jun said coldly:

"The fox's tail has been revealed."

Yan Qi raised his bow, but the arrow missed its mark.

Instead, it hit a dead branch in front of the fake guide.

The withered branches were broken by arrows and fell down carrying the accumulated snow.

The fake guide instinctively stepped aside.

In that brief moment of delay, the monkey circled around from the other side and swept a kick across his leg.

The fake tour guide fell in the snow, his hand still reaching towards his chest.

Liu Gao arrived and pressed down with his shield.

boom.

The fake tour guide was pinned to the ground, his face buried in the snow.

Mo Qin looked at the fake guide.

"Qingliu Society?"

The monkey pulled a small copper piece from the fake guide's sleeve, on which were engraved very faint blue waves.

"no."

The coach glanced at it.

"It's the symbol of Kikugakusha."

The monkey suddenly looked up.

"They're here."

Footsteps can be heard in the wind.

more than one.

Three figures slowly emerged from behind the crumbling walls of the old post station.

Two men and one woman.

Their clothes resembled those of remnants of the Japanese army, but their demeanor was completely different.

Player!

One of them carried a short gun, another a short knife, and the third a thin bow on his back, his face covered with a cloth.

The short-sword-wielding man looked at Mo Qin with excitement in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, a big fish has arrived! It's a nine-headed bird."

The monkey sighed.

"Now you don't even need to introduce yourself when you go out!"

Mochin picked up the white wax spear.

"There's no way around it, fame brings trouble."

The dagger-wielder laughed.

"Pyongyang is number one, no, the world's number one."

"Killing you will greatly increase our prestige."

Mo Qin said:

"Good idea, let's see if you're lucky enough to survive!"

He moved his feet.

The coach reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't rush."

Mochin stopped.

The coach whispered:

"Be careful. You are the leader now. Don't act impulsively."

Mochin's expression changed. "That's right!"

Makes sense!

The next moment, the player with the bow on his back pulled a rocket from his waist.

The target is not Mochin.

It is a high slope behind the old post station.

Once that rocket goes up, someone in the distance will definitely be able to see it.

"Yan Qi!"

Mo Qin had barely uttered a sound when Yan Qi's arrow was already released from the bow.

Whoosh.

The arrow, in the wind and snow, drew a thin line.

The arrow in the bow player's hand had just been lit when it pierced the fire rope on his wrist.

Mars tilted.

The rocket didn't launch; instead, it crashed into the snow and went out.

The monkey shouted:

"Handsome guy!"

Yan Qi ignored him, and the second arrow was already nocked.

The battle broke out at that moment.

The short-handed gunner could fire a shot with a simple raise of his hand.

Liu Gao almost instinctively held his shield horizontally.

boom!

The block was timely, and the lead bullet struck the shield.

Kim Yoon-jik and the North Korean boy behind him were unharmed.

Liu Gao gritted his teeth.

"I am a swordsman and shield bearer."

You can hit me.

"Attack from behind, that won't work."

The dagger-wielder slashed in from the side, but his target was the fake guide who was pinned to the ground.

The objective is obvious: to silence them!

Lin Jun had been watching him for a while.

With a flick of his wrist, the short knife pierced through the edge of his sleeve.

The dagger-wielder was forced to stop.

Lin Jun's voice was very cold.

"No!"

The short-sword-wielding man's eyes hardened, and he slashed backhand.

The coach made a move.

He did not draw his Western-style rapier.

He simply stepped forward, pressed down on the short-sword hand's elbow, and then thrust his knee forward.

Don't let the coach's thin appearance fool you; he's all muscle inside.

The short-sword user's entire arm went numb, instantly disrupting his sword strike.

Lin Jun took the opportunity to kick him in the knee, knocking him over.

Seeing that things were not going well, this guy did a lazy roll and did eighteen somersaults on the spot, and actually ran away!

The monkey on the other side circled around to the back of the short-gunner.

Just as the short-barreled gunner was about to reload, the monkey grabbed him from behind, strangling him by the neck and snatching the gun with one hand.

The other party was not going to surrender easily, so the short-armed gunner immediately elbowed him.

The monkey grimaced in pain, but didn't loosen its grip.

"Yan Qi!"

Yan Qi's third arrow has arrived.

The shot was fired at the feet of the short-barreled gunner.

The arrow grazed his ankle, forcing him to instinctively shift his center of gravity.

The monkey was waiting for this side.

He fell down, throwing the pistol-wielder into the snow.

"Gotcha!"

On the other side, the player with the bow on his back, seeing that things were not going well, turned around and ran away.

Mochin gripped the gun and moved his feet.

If he catches up now, he's confident he can pin the man down within ten steps.

The other party is aware of this as well.

So he kept looking back as he ran.

His eyes were full of provocation.

It's like saying:

Come on.

Come and chase after them.

The woods are just ahead.

The snow was deep, the trees were dense, and visibility was poor.

There might be a trap inside.

There may be even more people.

Mo Qin recalled Han Shouyi's words.

If it chases after something smelling blood, it's a dog, and a stray dog ​​at that!

But I am the leader of the Mo Banner, and I absolutely cannot act like a dog.

He cursed.

"Don't chase."

The player with the bow on his back retreated into the forest line, seemingly stunned for a moment.

Mochin raised his gun and pointed it at him.

"roll."

"Go back and tell your people."

"Grandpa's wisdom rivals that of Zhuge Liang!"

The archer stared at him for a couple of moments with the look of someone eyeing a pancake, then turned and disappeared into the forest.

The monkey whistled.

"Oh my, Mo Qitou has grown up."

Mo Qin turned around.

"Absolutely."

The coach nodded.

"You did the right thing."

Mochin looked at the survivor on the ground.

"This scheme is not just about killing me."

"They probably wanted to provoke the commander-in-chief, and left some clues to lure the Ming army into pursuit."

"However, they didn't expect me to lead the team! They've turned against me because of greed!"

The short-barreled gunner's eyes flickered slightly.

Mochin continued:

"But this scheme is too shallow; it doesn't seem like something the Qingliu Society would do."

He paused.

"So you want to lure the Ming army to Byeokjegwan as soon as possible? It seems the Japanese have finalized their battle plan!"

The short-barreled gunner's expression finally changed.

The monkey clicked its tongue.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Mochin stared at the pistol-wielder.

"Is Kito still leading the team?"

The short-barreled gunner remained silent.

The coach suddenly spoke:

"That's not his style."

The instructor looked into the eyes of the short-gunner.

"I've fought with Ghost Head a few times; he prefers to use poison and harassment."

"I guess the assault team has a new captain."

Lin Jun said in a low voice:

"It's that blonde woman."

The short-barreled gunner's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.