History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

If the flanks are in disarray, and the midfielders are in disarray, then the defense will have problems.

Chaos began to break out between the forwards and the defenders.

Players behind, especially newcomers, heard the sounds of mounted archers and muskets from the side.

Immediately, some people misjudged the situation, thinking that the Japanese army had already come up from behind, and immediately tried to rush forward.

The coach stopped the leader.

"go back!"

The man said urgently:

"They're fighting up front! They're fighting on the flanks too! If we don't rush in, we'll be surrounded!"

The coach shoved him back down.

"You'll only get surrounded if you break through!"

The monkey cursed from the other side:

"Watch the flag!"

"A bunch of idiots! Watch the flag!"

"The command flag didn't tell you to charge, so what the hell are you charging for?!"

However, the situation on the scene has begun to spiral out of control.

At the same time, Mochin arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

From afar, it could be seen that the Koreans leading the way had been surrounded by enemy troops.

Lin Jun arrived behind him almost simultaneously.

Her expression changed instantly when she saw Kim Yoon-jik and the other directors.

"Save them first!"

Mochin, however, instinctively looked toward the commander's flag further ahead!

That's where he wants to go! As for the guide, that's up to the Ming army that follows!

Ke Linjun saw through Mo Qin's thoughts, and her voice changed with anxiety.

"It's too late! Without a guide, the fan club is lost!"

"If they die, those who come after them will be blind!"

"At that time, the commander's flag will also fall!"

Mo Qin's eyes darkened. "I understand!"

The Qingliu Society had already laid an ambush along the way to deal with the Ming army's reinforcements.

Earlier, they sent a troop of armored soldiers to block the road.

First, the musketeers shot down two guides, then several mounted archers shot at the horses from the side.

The Korean righteous army was poorly armored and poorly equipped.

They are not afraid of death, but they cannot withstand this kind of professional pressure.

The scarred veteran led his men to the front, but more than a dozen people had already fallen around him.

Kim Yoon-jik was shielded behind him, but he also took an arrow to the shoulder.

The seventeen-year-old Korean boy, still holding a short knife, was forced to retreat repeatedly by an armored bannerman.

The enemy before him was not a foot soldier of the Japanese army.

They are the headquarters guards of the Qingliu Society!

They were taller than the Japanese soldiers, had thicker armor, and heavier swords.

When the flag bearer swung his sword down, the boy's short sword was almost knocked away.

The scarred veteran roared and blocked the attack with his sword.

boom.

The two knives clashed.

The veteran was forced back half a step.

The flag bearer stepped forward again.

The musketeers behind were reloading.

One more round of firing and all these guides will be wiped out.

At that moment, Mo Qin rushed over from the side.

The white wax spear slid down from the shoulder.

Hold the grip with your right hand, then grab it with your left.

With a twist of his foot, he accelerated and charged into the battlefield.

The first-ranked soldier in armor turned his head.

His reaction was quick; the knife was already raised.

Mo Qin used his spear to wrap around the back of the knife.

Entangled.

bring.

Grab the line.

Zhao Tou's marksmanship was filled with brutality at that moment!

The spear shaft is wrapped around the back of the blade, deflecting the blade's momentum by half an inch.

Mochin pressed down with his front hand and then released with his back hand.

The white wax spear pierced through the gaps in the armor plates.

But those flag bearers were no ordinary people either.

He did not fall down immediately after being shot.

Instead, he roared, gripped the gun barrel tightly with his left hand, and pressed the knife down on Mo Qin's arm with his right hand.

The second flag bearer immediately took his place.

With a shield and a sword, they pressed down on Mochin's side.

The musketeers behind them had also moved their guns over.

For the first time, Mochin was directly suppressed, taking half a breath.

In that brief moment, the musketman lit his flintlock tinder.

boom!

The lead bullet grazed past Mochin's shoulder armor, sending sparks flying from the armor plates.

If it were an ordinary person, this blow would be enough to break the movement.

But Mochin did not back down.

He only felt a weight on his shoulder.

pain.

But I can endure it.

Fortunately, as he rushed into the battlefield, those within ten meters of him felt a lightness in their bodies.

Liu Gao, who was right behind him, was the first to feel the aura of war!

He was clutching his shield, his legs were already weak from running, but when he got close to Moqin, he caught his breath again.

The North Korean boy also sensed it.

In that instant, the hand holding the knife stopped trembling violently.

The scarred veteran, who was about to fall after being knocked back, regained his footing at that moment.

Although the aura of the Cosmic General is only at level two and only covers a radius of ten meters, it can only slightly increase combat power.

But on the battlefield, every extra step you can take could mean one more breath you can live!

Now, Liu Gao, shield in hand, charged forward.

"Get out of the way!"

boom!

Shield against shield.

The flag bearer who came from the side was knocked off balance by the impact.

Yan Qi's arrows arrived almost simultaneously.

Do not shoot in the face, do not shoot in the chest.

He shot the shotgunner in the wrist.

As soon as the musketman fired the arrow, his wrist exploded and bled.

The matchlock was crooked, and the muzzle was pointing towards the snow.

boom.

Lead pellets were driven into the mud.

Kim Yoon-jik was shielded and rolled away, avoiding the shot.

Mo Qin seized the opportunity, let out a low roar, and exerted force with both arms.

The first flag bearer was still holding the gun barrel.

But with his strength, he couldn't hold onto Mochin at all.

The white wax spear suddenly trembled!

The spear tip continued to push forward through the gap in the armor.

The flag bearer's chest and abdomen were pierced through.

The second player to fill in was too close to the flag.

His shield was knocked aside by Liu Gao, revealing a sliver of skin in his chest.

Mochin's spear thrust continued unabated, the tip piercing through the first man's back and then striking the second man's chest armor seam.

The second person looked down.

He seemed confused as to why he, standing behind his companion, was also pierced by a bullet.

Mo Qin roared and exerted force with both arms.

The two armored flag bearers were pushed back two steps by the spear.

The soles of their boots churned two bloody tracks into the snow.

Everyone was stunned!

Liu Gao's eyes widened.

"Brother Qin!"

"Your strength rivals that of Li Yuanba!"

Lin Jun said coldly:

"Stop talking nonsense and protect the good people!"

Liu Gao immediately turned around with his shield in hand.

"oh!"

Mochin drew his gun.

Both flag bearers fell at the same time.

Immediately, he turned to the side, swung the shaft of his spear horizontally, and swept away a thrusting spear.

The junior leader opposite him, who looked like a lieutenant colonel, suddenly changed his expression.

He hadn't expected that this big guy was not only incredibly strong, but also didn't misfire his gun.

People with great strength often have very crude marksmanship.

Those with fine marksmanship often lack sufficient strength.

But the person before me has both.

Mochin kept walking.

He gripped the white wax spear short and thrust it forward with a sudden movement.

The three bannermen beside the captain hastily confronted him with their swords, shields, and spears.

Shield presses forward, spear tip to the side.

The musketeer loaded the gun from the rear.

Mochin's spear tip struck the edge of the shield first.

The power exploded.

The shield bearer's arm went numb, and the shield flipped outward.

With a flick of the white wax spear, it lowered the long spear beside it.

Liu Gao seized the opportunity and charged forward with his shield.

boom!

Shield against shield, the shield bearer is knocked back.

Yan Qi's second arrow struck another musketeer in the shoulder.

The coach and the monkey were still bringing up the rear.

The instructor held his sword horizontally, pinning down several people who wanted to rush forward.

"Damn it! I told you not to push!!!"

"Protect the guide first!"

The monkey was also cursing in the channel:

[Monkey: Don't all squeeze into one opening!]

[Monkey: Protect the guide!]

[Monkey: Anyone who dares to block the road, I'll beat them up!]

On the other side, Mochin took another half step forward and sent out the white wax spear.

The captain raised his sword to block.

Mochin did not choose to confront the blade head-on.

The tip of the gun suddenly dipped, aiming for his left knee.

The commander retreated hastily.

Mochin was waiting for this retreat.

The gun barrel swung horizontally, smashing into his chest armor.

The sound of the impact was as deep as a wooden stake hitting a door.

The captain was sent flying backward, crashing into the musketeers behind him.

Mochin was in a hurry, so he didn't kill him.

He grabbed Kim Yoon-jik.

"Can you still walk?"

Kim Yoon-jik's face turned pale.

"able."

"lead the way."

Kim Yoon-ji nodded through gritted teeth.

The scarred veteran, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at Mo Qin with eyes full of shock.

He had never seen anyone in full armor run so fast in the snow.

He could even pierce through two armored elites with a single spear thrust.

The North Korean boy was also stunned.

Liu Gao grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him up.

"What are you looking at!"

"Run!"

Jin Yunzhi translated, and the boy came to his senses, continuing forward while still holding the dagger.

Mochin looked ahead! The commander's flag was still flying!

He wanted to see Li Rusong's location clearly.

But the wind, snow, firelight, flag shadows, and smoke from guns were all mixed together, making it impossible to see clearly.

All he could hear was the growing louder and louder shouts of battle ahead.

On the high slope, Nian Gengyao also saw the shot.

He was in the process of issuing a second military order.

Seeing Mo Qin's inhuman performance, he was stunned.

Those two were no ordinary soldiers.

They were elite soldiers selected from the Qingliu Society.

A is good, physically strong, and has fought tough battles.

Two of them were actually shot through with a single bullet.

After regaining his composure, Nian Gengyao's gaze quickly turned cold again.

He simply picked up the binoculars and began to observe and comment.

"Great strength."

"Heavy armor."

"The guns don't move."

Zhang Jing, who was standing next to him, didn't hear clearly.

"Master Nian?"

Nian Gengyao ignored him.

That nine-headed bird was too conspicuous.

The speed is unreasonably fast.

The power dynamics are even more irrational.

But what truly mattered to Nian Gengyao was not just power.

He was not a reckless man.

They can distinguish between what is important and what is urgent.

This is troublesome.

He had read the intelligence.

Nine-headed bird of the central region.

Newcomer.

The first world.

Number one in the world.

The word "newcomer" originally meant weak or insignificant.

But now, Nian Gengyao no longer believes in those two words.

At least not entirely.

How can a newcomer have such a physique?

How can a newbie have such marksmanship?

How can a newcomer avoid being overwhelmed by shouts of death and the rush of blood in a bloody battle, and discern the situation?

It shouldn't be, and it's unreasonable.

A pang of jealousy actually stirred within Nian Gengyao.

Fourth Master brought him to the amusement park, and he has gradually worked his way up from a newcomer to where he is now.

Even I, in the first world, couldn't achieve the level of the Nine-Headed Bird.

I had underestimated this kid!

Thinking of this, Nian Gengyao said coldly:

"Looks like it'll take some effort!"

Yinzhen stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You saw it?"

Nian Gengyao lowered his eyes.

"I saw it."

Yinzhen said:

"Now you know why I wanted him dead."

Nian Gengyao did not respond to that sentence.

He only said:

"Such an opponent deserves Your Highness's attention."

Yinzhen's smile grew even colder.

"Liang Gong, it's up to you now."

Nian Gengyao remained silent for a moment, then gave the order.

"Second Order"

Zhang Jing immediately approached.

"The right cavalry continues to press down on the flank flag."

"The musket squad shall retreat thirty paces and change positions."

"The armored soldiers did not pursue Mo Qin."

Zhang Jing was taken aback.

"Don't chase?"

Nian Gengyao said:

"If he wants to save Li Rusong, then let him."

"Continue to press down on the midsection."

"Let him see it."

Zhang Jing nodded.

"Yes, sir."

After Nian Gengyao finished speaking, he raised his hand and pressed down on the hilt of his knife.

Yinzhen looked at him.

"Are you going down?"

Nian Gengyao said:

"If we don't stop him, he'll get better and better at it."

Yinzhen squinted.

Where is Li Rusong?

Nian Gengyao said:

"Li Rusong can't escape."

"The Japanese army can hold their ground."

"They won't miss me for the time being."

Yinzhen looked at him.

Nian Gengyao lowered his eyes and said.

"The prince wants Mo Qin dead."

"This servant will comply with the master's wishes."

Yinzhen smiled.

"go."

Nian Gengyao turned and went downhill.

His personal guards immediately followed.

Mochin was unaware that a sharp blade was already approaching him.

He just saved Kim Yoon-jik's side.

Chaos erupted again from the left.

A horse, covered in blood, charged forward and almost crashed into Liu Gao's shield.

"The flanking flags are in disarray!"

"The follow-up has stopped!"

"Up ahead... someone's shouting that Li Shuai is trapped!"

"What!" Mo Qin suddenly looked up.

Just then, someone slowly walked out from across the snowstorm.

The other person was extremely tall, with a long face and a short beard.

He didn't rush to draw his sword, but only glanced at Mo Qin.

Sensing the imposing aura of the newcomer, Mo Qin's breath hitched.

"Who are you?"

The man replied calmly.

"Nian Gengyao".