History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

On the return trip, everyone was more cautious and did not follow the original route.

The coach suggested going around the north slope.

The monkey scouted out a section first, and after confirming there was no ambush, it...

The team then retreated with the two survivors and the remains of the Tangma horse.

The snow is getting thicker and thicker.

The sky was very low, as if it might collapse at any moment.

If the cloud cover thickens further, it will develop into nimbostratus clouds, resulting in moderate to heavy snow.

Mochin walked in the middle of the group.

This time he slowed his pace and didn't walk fast.

Liu Gao protected Kim Yoon-jik and the North Korean boy.

The young man was lost in thought, constantly looking back in the direction of the old post station.

The scarred veteran patted the boy on the back of the neck and said something in Korean.

The boy lowered his head.

Kim Yoon-jik translated:

He said, "Only by living can one take revenge."

After listening, Liu Gao whispered:

"This old man doesn't talk much, but he's quite reasonable."

Kim Yoon-jik gave a wry smile.

The wind swept up from the slope, and snowflakes hit my face, feeling like fine sand.

The monkey suddenly approached Mo Qin.

"I bet you would chase after it."

Mochin looked at him.

"What a joke! I'm the leader of the Mo Banner now!"

"So I lost."

The monkey smiled.

"But it felt pretty good to lose."

Mo Qin said:

"You're quite good at comforting yourself."

The monkey shook its head.

"It's not about comforting."

He glanced back in the direction of the old post station.

"There are at least two other groups in that woods. I've been burned before."

Mochin remained silent for a moment.

"No problem, there will be plenty of opportunities later. We'll kill them!"

The coach walked on the other side and said calmly:

"It's easiest to catch up when you feel you can win."

Mochin looked at him.

The instructor said:

"When you have the advantage, everyone wants to take a bigger bite."

"But that one extra bite could lead you into a pit."

Lin Jun chimed in from the side:

"The old post station isn't exactly a trap."

Liu Gao frowned.

"What is that?"

"Can't you speak like human beings?"

Lin Jun ignored him.

She continued:

"It's the prelude to their plan."

At that moment, the monkey grabbed the pistolman's hair and lifted his face up.

"You bastards! How many of you have come?!"

The short-barreled gunner gritted his teeth but remained silent.

Mochin whispered:

"Having lost Pyongyang, they must now disrupt the Ming army's momentum."

The coach looked at him.

Mochin continued:

"Qingliu will conserve its strength, and their next target will be Byeokjegwan, which will be their chance to turn the tide."

Lin Jun did not refute.

She simply said:

"We are all aware of this. The Kikugakure Society is now doing everything it can to weaken us."

"And the Qingliu Society was the one that carried out the killings."

Liu Gao found it irritating.

"To kill them? What are they trying to do?"

Mochin turned to look at him.

"I want to kill Li Shuai."

Liu Gao's expression changed immediately.

At this moment, Mo Qin's chest also felt tight.

If Li Rusong had really died at Byeokjegwan, what would have become of history?

Will the Liaodong army fall into chaos?

Will the Ming army players collapse?

Will North Korea, from that moment on, completely slide into a direction it doesn't even recognize?

Mochin didn't know.

It is precisely because we don't know that we are even more afraid.

Just like back then, if he hadn't died...

Thinking of this, he whispered:

"Hurry up."

"Take the message back."

The group quickened their pace.

In the wind and snow, Liu Gao hugged his shield tightly and couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Qin."

"Um?"

"Is it really dangerous behind us?"

Mo Qin looked south, his voice very soft.

"The previous attack on Pyongyang was just child's play!"

Liu Gao thought for a moment.

"Then I'll bring a few more boards."

Mo Qin was taken aback.

Liu Gao said earnestly:

"I've had my door panel broken before."

"The shield was changed later."

"The shield has been shattered before."

"Then let's change it again, and bring more."

"There's a big pit ahead, so bring extra door panels."

The monkey paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Brother Liu, you've put it well."

Liu Gao straightened his chest.

"Of course, I'm a swordsman and shield bearer now."

When they returned to the Pyongyang forward camp, Han Shouyi was waiting outside the camp.

When he saw them return, the tension on his face eased a little, but he quickly regained his dark expression.

"Did you bring the person back?"

Mo Qin glanced behind him.

Everyone was there—Kim Yoon-jik, the scarred veteran, the North Korean boy—all unharmed.

The two prisoners were tied up.

Tangma's military license plate and saddlebag were also brought back.

Mo Qin said:

"I'm back."

Han Shouyi snorted coldly.

"This time it looks decent."

Mochin did not laugh.

Han Shouyi sensed something was wrong, and his eyes darkened.

"What happened?"

Mochin handed the items over.

"The tangma is dead."

Han Shouyi's face turned cold.

Mochin continued:

"The ones who carried out the operation were the Japanese army's advance team."

"They were deliberately killing spies and cutting off the horses in the pond, preparing an ambush."

Han Shouyi looked at him.

"This matter is of utmost importance. Let's discuss it further after we've met with the Commander-in-Chief!"

Mo Qin said:

"Yes."

Han Shouyi grabbed the short-armed gunner and the previous fake guide and dragged them into the tent.

Half an hour later, Mo Qin and the others were brought outside the central command tent.

Before he went inside, Lin Jun suddenly called out to him.

"Mo Qin".

Mochin stopped.

She said:

"I know what you're thinking. But once you go inside and see Li Rusong, don't even think about not chasing after him."

Mochin looked at her.

Lin Jundao:

"Li Rusong won't listen to you saying those three words."

Why?

"Because he was talking about military affairs, and you were talking about the answer."

Mochin remained silent.

Lin Jun looked at him, her voice very low.

"The military only recognizes evidence."

"How did Tangma die?"

"How did the fake guide lead you?"

Why are the horse's hooves so neatly arranged?

"You can say these things."

Mo Qin said:

"What if he still pursues me?"

Lin Jun looked at him.

"That means this isn't something you can stop."

Mo Qin exhaled two heavy breaths through his nose.

The coach also came over, thought for a moment, and whispered:

"The Huaxia Alliance has had people like you before."

Mo Qin looked up.

"What?"

"Passionate, intelligent, and believes he can turn the tide."

Mochin gestured for him to continue.

The instructor said:

"That was during the Warring States period, when we were on the Chu border."

"That kid said to the King of Chu that the battle couldn't be fought."

"Did he say something wrong?"

"no."

"And the result?"

"He was beheaded by the King of Chu."

The wind and snow subsided.

The instructor said:

He was right.

"But he expressed it wrong."

"He wasn't talking about military affairs, he was talking about destiny."

"Kings dislike hearing others speak of destiny on their behalf."

He looked at Mochin.

"Li Rusong is not the King of Chu."

"But he is also the head coach."

"If you want to save people, use a language that this world can understand."

Mo Qin slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

"understood."

Han Shouyi came out of the tent and happened to hear the last few words.

He glanced at Mo Qin and said coldly:

"If you know, then go in."

Inside the central command tent, the lights were very bright.

Li Rusong's armor is still on.

With the map unfolded, the roads, mountain passes, post stations, and tree lines south of Pyongyang were clearly visible.

Shen Weijing sat to the side, but his mouth was still busy.

Zhou Hu, Cha Dashou, Gao Yanbo, and several other generals were present.

Han Shouyi placed Tangma's military badge, saddlebag, and the false guide's confession on the table one by one.

Li Rusong looked at the military tag on the table.

Just asking:

When was the Tangma (a type of horse) released?

Han Shouyi answered.

Li Rusong then asked:

"When was it discovered?"

Mochin replied:

"The slope behind the old post station".

"He's still breathing."

"What did you say?"

Mo Qin said:

"There's an ambush."

"Don't chase after them."

There was a moment of silence in the tent.

One of the generals frowned.

"Don't chase after them?"

Those two words are too jarring.

With the victory at Pyongyang and the Japanese retreating south, the morale of the Ming army was high.

Saying "don't chase" at this point is like pouring cold water on a fire.

Li Rusong looked at Mo Qin.

What do you think?

Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute.

He wanted to say that he couldn't chase after them.

These three words were practically stuck in my throat.

But that sentence echoed in my mind.

Military affairs are discussed in the military.

Let's not talk about fate.

Mo Qin looked down at the map, pondered for a moment, and spoke slowly.

"The Japanese have truly retreated."

"An ambush is also true."

The people inside the tent frowned.

That sounds contradictory.

Mochin continued:

"It's true that Konishi Yukinaga retired abruptly."

"It's possible that the Japanese army did lose their supplies."

"It's true that a striker can chase down and score a goal."

"But some people want us to think that now is a good time to pursue."

Li Rusong's gaze lingered on his face.

"Who was the one who took action at the old post station?"

Mo Qin said:

"It was the assistance of the Japanese camp."

"The Japanese Pirate Advance Team".

Shen Weijing's eyelids twitched.

"Those people of unknown origin?"

Mochin did not answer directly, as he could not discuss the matter between the park and the players.

Shen Weijing looked at the map.

The smile on his face slowly faded.

He whispered:

"That's troublesome."

Li Rusong looked at him.

Shen Weijing said:

"Konishi just lost Pyongyang; his retreat is genuine."

"But he's not stupid."

"Retreat is also a good time to strike."

"If someone were to remind him to set up an ambush on his retreat route, then it would make sense."

Mo Qin's heart stirred.

He looked at Shen Weijing.

Shen Weijing pretended to ignore it and just stared at the map.

Li Rusong looked at Mo Qin and asked:

"So, what do you think? Should I pursue her?"

coming!

Mo Qin's heart sank.

This is a difficult question to answer.

Did you say you wouldn't pursue her?

With Pyongyang just captured and the Japanese retreating south, the opportunity for war was right before their eyes.

If we remain stationary in Pyongyang and allow the Japanese army to calmly regroup its remaining forces and then unite with the generals in the south, the momentum of the battle in Pyongyang will be weakened.

North Korea is watching.

The Liaodong Army is watching.

The capital city is also watching.

But what if we pursue him?

The Byeokjegwan restaurant is just ahead!

Mo Qin suppressed his impulse and finally said:

"They should pursue them."

Everyone in the tent looked at him.

Mo Qin added:

"But we can't assume they're really in disarray."

"We must not assume they are just running away."

A glint of light flashed in Li Rusong's eyes.

"continue."

Mo Qin said:

"Double the price of Tangma."

"The night watchman goes out first."

"A striker cannot go in alone."

"The code word needs to be changed."

"You can't just believe one of the North Korean missiles' words."

"When you encounter military intelligence that is too smooth, be suspicious at first."

One of the generals scoffed.

"If we are suspicious at every turn, will we still fight?"

Mochin looked up.

"beat."

"But we can't follow their pre-designed path."

The tent fell silent again.

Shen Weijing suddenly smiled.

"Brother Mo's words are harsh, but his calculations are quite accurate."

Li Rusong looked at him.

Shen Weijing supported himself on his knees and slowly sat up straighter.

"Li Shuai, there's something I'm about to say that might not be pleasant to hear."

"explain."

Shen Weijing said:

"Once the news of the victory in Pyongyang is sent north, what the capital is most interested in seeing now is not how well we are defending the city."

"It's not about how far we've come in chasing this goal."

The tent was slightly quiet.

Shen Weijing continued.

"Some might ask, with Pyongyang fallen and the Japanese pirates retreating, why didn't Admiral Li press south in the wake of the victory?"

"Some might say that if the Liaodong army's advance stops at Pyongyang, it would be out of self-preservation, out of cowardice, and out of a great achievement."

These words may not arrive today.

"But someone has already paved the way for them."

Mo Qin's back began to feel slightly cold.

I'm still too young.

In the capital, there will definitely be people spreading this rumor.

It seems I've forgotten the moment I was born into this world.

Someone in the channel mentioned that besides the Liaodong line, there is also the Beijing line.

Those enemy personnel in the capital are not going to sit idly by.

Li Rusong did not respond to Shen Weijing's words.

He just looked at Mochin.

"Are you afraid I'll die?"

This sentence carried immense weight, and the air in the tent instantly froze.

Several generals' expressions changed slightly.

Mochin's throat tightened, but he couldn't back down.

"Yes."

Li Rusong asked:

"If I don't pursue them, Konishi Yukinaga will regroup his remaining troops, and the Japanese army in the capital will be able to regroup."

"What do the dead matter in the battle of Pyongyang?"

"What does it matter if the morale in North Korea has just stabilized?"

"What does this pride of the Liaodong Army even mean?"

Mo Qin couldn't answer.

Li Rusong spoke calmly, without showing any anger.

"Just because you know there are pits on the battlefield doesn't mean you can stay away from them."

"Some potholes are right in the middle of the road."

"If you want to get past, you have to step on it."

Mochin understood.

Li Rusong understood what he meant.

But even though he saw the danger, he still insisted on moving forward.

This is the inertia of history, and it cannot be stopped by an individual.

"Ha," Mo Qin sighed, and could only agree.

Li Rusong then made a mark on the map.

"Pass on the order."

The guards outside the tent immediately responded.

Li Rusong gave the order:

"Three thousand as the vanguard."

"Press the wings outwards."

"Back up for support."

"The firearms unit blocked the route."

"Double the price of Tangma."

"The night watchman goes out first."

"Change password."

"North Korean guide, three people corroborate each other."

"Anyone who greedily seeks credit and advances recklessly shall be executed."

The generals all cupped their hands in unison and replied, "Yes!"

Li Rusong turned to look at Mo Qin and said in a deep voice, "The Japanese army has been defeated and is definitely unable to stop the pursuers."

Mochin bowed his head and remained silent.

"If there is an ambush, we can use our wits to maneuver and protect the lives of our soldiers who are out on the front lines."

Li Rusong called out softly, "Mo Qin."

"You are a novice commander, still quite inexperienced."

"We must continue to hone our skills on the battlefield in the future."

Mo Qin bowed and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, replying solemnly, "I will obey your command!"

Stepping out of the central command tent, a fierce blizzard swept towards us.