History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

The gunfire ahead grew increasingly intense.

A series of crackling sounds, mixed with the neighing of horses, shouts of men, and the muffled clashing of swords and spears, came from the depths of the wind and snow.

Mochin is now running at full speed on the snowy road.

Zhou Hu's eyelids twitched as he looked at the inhuman figure.

On the other side, Han Shouyi's face also twitched.

The guard beside him couldn't help but say:

"Commander Han, that's...?"

Han Shouyi's face darkened.

"Watch where you're going!!!"

The guards immediately lowered their heads.

Han Shouyi glanced at Mo Qin's retreating figure again.

This kid is becoming more and more inhuman.

But he didn't say it aloud.

At this point, the less human the better, as long as they're on your side!

Ahead, the battlefield had shifted from pursuit to hand-to-hand combat.

The Ming army's vanguard took a fierce first bite.

Cha Dashou and Gao Yanbo held off the Japanese army's luring soldiers, while the Liaodong retainers, with their tall stature, thick armor, and heavy swords, managed to carve a bloody line in the flat snow.

The first layer of the Japanese army's territory has been destroyed.

But they didn't collapse.

The first layer immediately retreats, and the second layer immediately follows.

In the forest line, the arquebusier was replaced.

At the foot of the slope, the long-spear foot soldiers repositioned their weapons.

Further back, armored warriors drew their swords and lay low, waiting for the Ming army's cavalry to be slowed down by the snow and spear formation.

Japanese soldiers were shorter and wore lighter armor than Liaodong soldiers.

But at the foot of the slope, in the narrow paths through the treeline and muddy snow, the low center of gravity becomes an advantage.

They hit the horse's legs.

Fill in the nail seams.

Flag bearer.

The person who was knocked off his horse.

Fire your cannons indiscriminately.

After the first row is completed, the next row is added.

Matchlock guns are slow to load, but by using the treeline and long spears for cover, they managed to gradually slow down the Ming cavalry.

"撃て!"

boom!

The flashes of gunfire shone from the treeline.

A warhorse was shot in the neck and knelt down.

The Ming soldier's servant immediately fell to the ground, and before he could get up, two Japanese soldiers pounced on him.

One of them pressed a long spear against his shoulder.

He pulled out a scabbard and inserted it into the seam of his waist armor.

A Ming soldier's comrade next to him slashed one of the men with his spear, but was then grabbed by the leg by a third Japanese soldier.

The battle had transformed from a cavalry charge into a brutal fight in the mud and snow.

Cha Da Shou saw that things were not going well.

"We can't let them stick to us!"

Gao Yanbo shouted from the side:

"Suppress the treeline!"

"Archers, press the treeline!!!"

Arrows rained down, piercing the woods at an angle.

Several gunners were shot down.

But someone else immediately filled in.

The second layer of the Japanese army was clearly not a defeated force.

They retreated methodically and made up for it systematically.

The front was smashed, and the back was immediately filled in.

When Li Rusong received the report from the striker, the coach's flag had already been pushed forward.

The personal guard reported:

"Cha Da Shou is engaging the enemy!"

"Gao Yanbo is here!"

"The Japanese have retreated from the first level!"

"There are guns along the treeline!"

"There are more flags behind them!"

Li Rusong sat on his horse, staring at the snow and mist ahead.

"The enemy isn't a defeated army."

The close attendant beside him whispered:

"Li Shuai, should we slow down?"

Li Rusong did not answer.

He knew something was wrong ahead, but the vanguard had already engaged the enemy.

If they retreat now, the forwards will be attacked from behind.

If they stopped, the Japanese army would control the treeline and the slope, gradually pushing the Ming army onto the muddy road.

At this point, we can only continue fighting.

Only by destroying the second layer of the Japanese army can the vanguard be prevented from being swallowed up.

Thinking of this, Li Rusong drew his sword.

"Pass on the order."

Tangma is approaching.

Li Rusong said:

"The forwards will never be separated."

"The flag will not fall."

"beat."

Tangma replied:

"As long as the vanguard remains, the flag will not fall; keep fighting!"

Li Rusong then said:

"The rear team."

"The side flags are moving closer."

"Firearms, please follow."

"The ponies must not be broken."

The personal guards received the order.

Li Rusong spurred the horse's flanks and continued to press forward.

The commander's flag flew south, and the Li family's servants followed him!

The moment that flag moved, the forwards gained a significant advantage.

Moreover, the Ming army was indeed strong.

Despite unfavorable terrain, constant barrage of Japanese cannon fire, and the presence of rear guards hidden in the treeline, the Liaodong cavalry and Li family retainers were still able to fight back tenaciously.

But at that moment, another blade fell from the battlefield.

It's the Qingliu Society!

They moved their cavalry first.

A short black flag was unfurled behind the snow slope.

Hundreds of riders slid out from the shallow slope to the right rear, their hooves wrapped in cloth, the sound mostly swallowed by the snow.

These cavalrymen did not charge directly at the Ming army's vanguard.

They first unfolded along the side arc.

The bow is drawn, the arrow is released.

Instead of shooting at the crowd, they shot at the flank flag.

The arrow hit the horse in the waist position.

The guards beside the flag bearer.

The gun is being fired from the next line of guns.

It was mounted archery, shooting while moving.

After one team finished firing, they retreated diagonally.

The next team took over.

On the snow, arrows fell like slanting rain.

When this unexpected turn of events occurred, the first thing to fall into disarray in the rear of the Ming army was not the formation of men, but the flags.

One of the side flags was shot off, and the flag bearer fell.

The deputy flag bearer next to him was about to help him up when an arrow pierced his neck.

The flag is askew.

The support team behind them noticed that the flag was out of position and instinctively moved to the right.

However, the right side is a shallow slope.

After the shallow slope, the second cavalry archers had already circled around.

Another arrow fell.

This time, the target was a horse.

Several horses, in pain, veered off course and charged into the following ranks.

The formation immediately fell apart.

Han Shouyi saw it from afar, and his expression changed drastically.

"They're not Japanese!"

The guards nearby also noticed it.

These people fought in a completely different way than the Japanese army.

The Japanese army used arquebuses, long spears, tree lines, and slopes to kill people.

These cavalrymen, however, were like the wind on the grasslands, flanking the enemy, shooting and then leaving, only to return again, targeting flags, horses, and the flanks.

Li Rusong saw it from ahead as well.

He recognized the familiar taste at a glance.

People from Liaodong understand this flavor best.

Mounted archery.

Sweep diagonally.

Around the side.

Beat the horse.

Raise the flag.

This is the taste of Jianzhou!!!

But they are not exactly the same.

The Jianzhou Jurchen cavalry were fierce and also possessed a tribal spirit.

The cavalry in front of them was too well-organized, more like a well-organized army.

There are flags between advance and retreat.

Each team retreated to a certain point, and the next team took over from that point, as if it had been measured out in advance.

Li Rusong squinted.

"It has the flavor of Jianzhou."

The general's expression changed.

"Nurhaci?"

Li Rusong pondered for a moment.

After a moment, he said:

"Similar. But with more structure!"

He immediately gave the order:

"Add the side flags!"

"The rear guard must not stray!"

"Tang Ma is being reassigned to the inside!"

"Archers, press down on the right slope!"

The order was passed down.

This time, however, the order was delayed by a beat.

Because Qingliu will make a second cut, and then it will fall again.

A musketeer in dark cotton armor appeared from behind the low slope.

They were neither wearing Japanese armor nor Ming military uniforms.

He wore dark cotton armor over leather protection, a small helmet on his head, and a short flag on his back.

The shotgun wasn't long, but it was in excellent condition.

The fire rope was protected by tarpaulin.

They were arranged in three rows.

The first row kneels.

The second row is half-squatting.

Third row of stations.

Zhang Jing gave the order in a low voice.

"Raise the flag."

boom.

bang bang.

The first row fired.

The target was the flag bearer and the horse on the side of the flag.

The Ming army flag bearer had just righted the broken flag when he was shot in the chest and fell off his horse.

The next person must immediately take over the flag.

The second row opened fire.

The horse was shot in the front leg, and both the rider and the horse tumbled into the snow.

There was no rush to put the third row in.

They waited until the Ming army arrived and someone tried to repair the flag before opening fire.

boom!

The flagpole was cracked.

The flag bearer's palm was torn apart by lead pellets.

The military train immediately froze.

This is no ordinary ambush.

This is a person with specialized skills in breaking through enemy formations.

The current situation is clear.

The Japanese soldiers were holding back the tips of their guns in front.

The Qingliu Society cuts the gun barrel from behind.

Konishi Yukinaga, standing behind a snow-covered slope in the distance, also witnessed this scene.

My attendant just delivered the message.

"The clear stream is moving."

Konishi Yukinaga showed no joy.

"What a formidable opponent!"

Zongyi asked:

"grown ups?"

Konishi said:

"These people's combat strength is probably far superior to ours!"

Further away, Kuroda Nagamasa was also watching.

He noticed that the Qingliu cavalry did not pursue killing the enemy, but only attacked the flanks, the middle and rear cavalry, and his eyes began to look serious.

"That guy surnamed Nian, he didn't hit a human being."

A subordinate asked:

"What are they hitting?"

Kuroda Michi:

"It's about military strength."

When Kato Kiyomasa heard the report, he was preparing to press forward.

He saw the black-clad cavalry in the distance, which had already circled around the Ming army and fired a shot.

The team did not rush forward for personal gain, but instead retreated neatly to the back of the slope, allowing the second team to take their place.

Kato's eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"interesting."

"This group of Qingliu Society members are truly first-rate experts in military strategy."

After laughing, he stopped laughing.

Because he sensed it too.

This group doesn't seem like helpers.

Such allies, if used well, can be a weapon.

If not used properly, it can also be a knife.

On the high slope, Nian Gengyao lowered his telescope.

"Press your waist."

He continued to issue military orders.

The officer standing nearby immediately replied with the order:

"Press your waist!"

"Right-hand rider harasses the flank flag!"

"Using a musket to shoot down a flag-bearing horse!"

"Armored bannermen press the center!"

The orders began to be implemented layer by layer.

The secret weapon that Qingliu Society had been hiding has finally revealed its true form.

Armored soldiers.

These men were neither short and agile like the Japanese foot soldiers, nor did they charge on horseback like the Ming army's household guards.

They were clad in thick armor, wielding swords and shields, spears, and heavy bows, and their infantry and cavalry combined to slowly advance up the middle section of the snowy road.

The captain and the lieutenant commanded the troops from behind.

The formation isn't pretty, but it looks tough.

One soldier was shot down by a Ming soldier's arrow, and another was immediately replaced.

Even when someone is shot, they don't retreat rashly.

Military law loomed behind them.

The flag is in front.

The captain was by his side.

The officer was behind.

Their formidable military bearing deeply impressed the Japanese army.

A Japanese envoy couldn't help but whisper:

"They...aren't chasing kills?"

Kuroda Nagamasa heard it.

"No, what they want is for the Ming soldiers to die!"

As Kuroda said.

The Ming army's reinforcements began to truly bear the pressure.