History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

"Nian Gengyao".

Upon hearing these three words, Mo Qin was startled!

This is during the Wanli era, in 1593 AD!

This is North Korea.

This is the snowfield south of Pyongyang, north of Byeokjegwan.

But now, the General of Fuyuan is right in front of him.

There is only one answer.

He's a player too, just like Musashi and Fuuma!

Having figured out the cause and effect, Mo Qin gripped the white wax gun tightly and lowered his voice.

"Nian Lianggong".

"Um?"

Mochin stared at him.

"You are the knife in Fourth Master's hand."

"It was a knife that was used up and then broken."

In the wind and snow, Nian Gengyao's eyes changed.

"You know quite a lot."

Mo Qin sneered.

"It's clearly written in the history books. Everyone knows you died once."

"So now, you're still working for the person who killed you?"

Nian Gengyao remained expressionless.

"young people."

"That's not how you do it."

Mo Qin asked, "Then how do we calculate it?"

Nian Gengyao, however, spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Merit is an account, military power is an account, and old favors and grudges are also accounts."

"Fourth Master used me, killed me, and then brought me back."

"This matter is not as simple as you think."

Mo Qin said, "Your ancestors were generals of the Ming Dynasty stationed in Liaodong, why do you insist on being a dog for the Qing devils?!"

Nian Gengyao said calmly:

"If you save Li Rusong, aren't you acting as a dog for the Ming Dynasty?"

Mo Qin laughed loudly.

"At least, Li Rusong never killed me."

Nian Gengyao looked at him.

"If we don't kill them today, we might kill them tomorrow."

"You think the Ming Dynasty's court was clean?"

"Do you think there's no conflict between the commander-in-chief and the imperial court?"

Do you think the person you saved will remember your kindness in the future?

Mo Qin remained silent; he understood now that Nian Gengyao was quite eloquent!

But he still looked straight ahead.

"At least for now, he's fighting the Japanese at the front."

"And you're fighting the Ming army from behind! Can't we unite against a common enemy?"

Nian Gengyao muttered to himself as he drew his long, willow-leaf-shaped sword.

"This greatest achievement in the world should not fall into your hands."

Mochin's eyes flickered.

First merit?

Does it refer to the world's number one ranking?

He was referring to the reward for being number one on the world leaderboard?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things, saving lives is the priority!

Mo Qin quickly suppressed the thought.

Li Rusong was still ahead.

Every moment of delay increases the danger ahead.

Mochin held his gun horizontally.

"You can't stop me."

Nian Gengyao raised his sword.

"Give it a try."

Before the words were even finished, the knife was already at hand.

It's not about grand gestures or sweeping movements.

It's not the flashy swordplay of a江湖人 (jianghu person).

Nian Gengyao's scalpel moved diagonally.

Cut in from the outside of the white wax spear, without rushing to the spear tip or directly confronting the spearhead, but instead following the middle section of the spear shaft.

Long spears are most vulnerable to being caught in close combat.

The knife is shorter than the gun. Once it cuts into the middle of the gun shaft, it can force the gunner to withdraw his hand, breaking the distance of the long weapon.

Mochin took a half step back.

The spear tip pressed down, using the spear's length to block the knife.

Nian Gengyao swiftly turned his blade, avoiding the spear tip, and only aimed at Mo Qin's forehand.

Mochin loosened his grip with his front hand and pulled with his back hand.

The white wax spear wrapped around the blade, its shaft pressed against the back of the blade, deflecting Nian Gengyao's sword path.

Then, Mo Qin flicked his spear tip, aiming directly at the gap in Nian Gengyao's breastplate.

Nian Gengyao's eyes flickered slightly.

Lancet recycling.

The spine of the knife is supported.

when.

The tip of the spear was deflected by an inch.

Taking advantage of this small step, Nian Gengyao moved diagonally to the left and front of Mo Qin.

This is a fight for the inner gate.

Mo Qin pressed down with his spear shaft, using a short spear to keep him at bay by half a step.

The two clashed three times in their first exchange.

Just as the flag bearer from the Qingliu Society was about to step forward, Nian Gengyao coldly stopped him.

"retreat."

The flag bearer immediately stopped.

Nian Gengyao didn't need anyone else to interfere.

At least not right now.

On Mo Qin's side, Liu Gao was about to charge, but Lin Jun held him down.

"Don't do anything reckless. Protect your surroundings!"

Liu Gao said urgently:

"But that guy looks really strong!"

Lin Jun looked ahead.

"That's why I'm telling you not to do anything reckless!"

In their second encounter, Mochin made the first move.

We cannot allow Nian Gengyao to hold us back for too long.

He can't afford to waste that time!

He charged forward with great strides, fully armored, yet still incredibly fast.

The white wax spear pierced straight into Nian Gengyao's face.

Nian Gengyao did not step down as empress.

He turned to the side, the blade pressed against the gun, and slid close along the shaft.

As long as he gets inside Mochin's forearm.

The advantage of a long spear will be negated.

Mochin's left hand suddenly sank downwards.

The spear tip was changed from straight to angled, aiming at Nian Gengyao's right knee.

Nian Gengyao stopped in his tracks.

This was exactly what Mochin had been waiting for.

The gun barrel suddenly swung horizontally, with astonishing force!

If it were to hit solidly, even an ordinary person's sternum would break.

Without haste or delay, Nian Gengyao blocked with his sword.

boom!

Swords and spears clashed.

Nian Gengyao took a half step back.

Mochin also took a half step back.

The snow was broken up by the soles of their boots at the same time.

the first time.

A true evenly matched contest.

One relied on his enhanced physique, strength, speed, and the marksmanship taught by Zhao Tou.

One relied on the ruthlessness brought back from the brink of death, the enhanced skills from the amusement park, and the battlefield experience and swordsmanship of a regional governor.

From a distance, Konishi Yukinaga frowned as he watched the two fight.

He couldn't see each knife or each gunshot.

But he could tell that neither of them were ordinary martial artists.

Especially Mochin, who was fully armored and ran faster than a horse; he could pierce through two armored elites with a single spear thrust.

This kid seems to have gotten a lot stronger!

Nian Gengyao was different.

He didn't have the beastly oppression of Mochin.

But every step he took seemed to be meticulously calculated.

Xiao west whispered:

"That guy surnamed Nian actually got involved himself."

Yoshitomo asked from the side:

"Sir, who do you think has the upper hand?"

Xiao west looked at the swords and spears in the wind and snow.

"It's not obvious now."

"But Mo Qin is anxious."

"Nian Gengyao is not in a hurry."

"A person who is impatient will reveal their weakness if the fight goes on for too long."

On the other side, seeing the two fighting, Kuroda Nagamasa only said one sentence:

"Both are in danger."

A subordinate asked:

Which is more dangerous?

Kuroda Michi:

"Those who use guns are fierce."

"Those surnamed Nian are stable."

"Neither is superior nor inferior."

Kato Kiyomasa saw from afar that Mo Qin had forced Nian Gengyao back half a step with a single shot, and he smiled.

"That's strong."

Then, seeing Nian Gengyao's blade strike close to Mo Qin's inner hand, his smile vanished.

"That guy surnamed Nian is ruthless enough."

Kato admires strong people.

Unfortunately, neither of these two powerful individuals were his soldiers.

On the other side of the battlefield, others were also caught in a bloody battle.

Before leaving the stage, Nian Gengyao had already left a second order.

The Ming army's waist area needs to be kept under pressure.

The musket team retreated thirty paces and changed positions.

They began, firing at an angle with a specific purpose.

The target was the Ming army's flank flag and the messengers behind it.

A messenger was shot in the chest and fell in the snow.

The other person was just about to receive the order.

Lin Jun suddenly noticed that the direction of Qingliu's archery had changed.

Her expression changed.

"wrong."

Liu Gao was using a shield to shield the armored flag bearers.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Jun looked to the side.

"The other side is stalling Mochin."

Liu Gao gritted his teeth and held on with the shield.

"I saw it!"

"It's not this guy."

Lin Jun spoke very quickly.

"He's keeping Mochin pinned here; what he really wants to destroy is our communication line."

She immediately rushed towards a Ming army junior officer.

That man was sent here by Lao Qin, leading a dozen players and several new Ming soldiers, and they were waiting for the signal.

Lin Jundao:

"Take ten men and go to the left side of the red flag."

The man was stunned.

Why should I listen to you?

Lin Jun looked at him.

"If you don't go, the communication line ahead will be cut off."

"Once the command line is broken, the commander's flag and the rear guard lose contact."

"Li Rusong will definitely die!"

The man's expression changed.

Lin Jundao:

Do I need to explain further?

The man gritted his teeth and said.

"Walk!"

Lin Jun turned around and called out to Yan Qi again:

"Standard bearer!"

Without a word, Yan Qi had already raised his bow.

He was staring into the distance at the short flag bearer in the Qingliu Society's mounted archery team.

The man was using the wind and snow and the momentum of his horse to maneuver around the side. If the short flag in his hand tilted to one side, the mounted archers behind him would also change direction.

Yan Qi waited for half a breath.

The wind stopped for a moment.

The strings resonate.

The arrow is released!!!

The flag bearer was shot in the shoulder with an arrow, and the flag fell askew.

The mounted archers behind them suddenly slowed down a beat.

Yan Qi's second arrow was aimed at a horse.

The horse of the Qingliu cavalry was shot in the front leg and knelt forward, forcing the rear guard to go around it.

On the other side, Liu Gao held the front line to the death.

An armored flag bearer stepped forward with a heavy sword and shield.

The moment Liu Gao's shield struck, half of his arm went numb.

"It's so heavy!"

The flag bearer remained silent, only pressing down again.

Liu Gao's shield is horizontal.

boom!

The second collision.

Liu Gao took a step back, his feet sinking into the snow.

The third strike came from the side of the shield, narrowly missing his shoulder.

Liu Gao was furious.

"You fucking think I'm made of paper?"

He held the shield with both hands and thrust his whole body forward.

This headbutt had no skill involved, it was all about brute force!

It's just hard!!!

He was stronger and more powerful than the average person, and with the courage that Mo Qin had instilled in him along the way, he managed to force the armored bannerman to take a half-step back.

Another person beside him thrust forward with a long spear.

Liu Gao pressed down with his shield, pinning the spear tip to the ground, and then slammed his shoulder into it.

boom!

He bumped his chest so hard it hurt.

But that person was also knocked off course.

Behind Kim Yun-jik, the Korean boy was also nearly slashed by the knife.

Liu Gao grabbed him by the back of his collar and shoved him behind his own shield.

"Hide behind me!"

The boy couldn't understand Mandarin.

But I know this shield can save my life.