History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Ukita Hideie spoke up:

"It's not a retreat."

"It's about changing the location of the defense."

"Wang Jing is too far north."

"The supply route is too long."

"The Ming army, the Korean militia, and the navy are all putting pressure on us."

"Konishi is trying to buy time."

"Kato, you're mobilizing your troops because you're worried the Ming army is pressing too hard."

"Kuroda, you've planned your supply routes carefully."

"Preparations for the southern front must begin!"

Kato Kiyomasa's eyes darkened.

"Jinju?"

Ukita did not deny it.

That city was like a thorn in the side of the Japanese army.

Many people were already dissatisfied that they couldn't finish it the first time.

If Wang Jing really wants to retreat, there must be a retaliatory battle on the southern front that can boost morale, honor the Regent, and save face for the generals.

Kato Kiyomasa slowly said:

"If you want to withdraw."

"I will let them know that we are not defeated."

Konishi Yukinaga glanced at him.

"Don't mess things up during negotiations."

Kato sneered.

"Don't sell roads during a war."

The two were about to argue again.

Ukita Hideie said coldly:

That's enough.

"First, stabilize the capital."

"Let's look at the southern route next."

Kuroda Nagamasa whispered:

"What about the Qingliu Society?"

The expressions of the people inside the tent all changed.

Konishi Yukinaga frowned.

"After the Byeokjegwan incident, many of their people left."

Kuroda Michi:

"After all, they're not one of our own."

What they want may not be what we want.

Kato Kiyomasa sneered.

Those people are not to be trusted!

At this moment, a light screen was suspended in front of Nian Gengyao.

On the light screen, there was a countdown.

Yinzhen sat in the main seat, his brows already furrowed.

"Are you leaving?"

Nian Gengyao lowered his head.

"Item time is running out."

"This servant must return to Fourth Master's side to report."

Yinti sneered.

"Report back?"

"What orders?"

"Tell Fourth Brother that my Korean front is at a disadvantage?"

Nian Gengyao said:

"This servant is only responsible for military affairs."

Yinti stared at him.

"Nian Gengyao, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Nian Gengyao remained silent.

Yinzhen stood up.

"You think I ruined your killing plan?"

"You think that I, the king, am causing trouble for the army because of personal grudges?"

"You think I can't afford to lose?"

"Yes or no?"

Nian Gengyao raised his eyes with a cold smile.

"Since Your Highness already knows, why ask this servant?"

The air suddenly turned cold as soon as he said that.

"Good, good, good!" Yinzhen slowly stepped down from the main seat.

"You've finally stopped pretending."

Nian Gengyao kept his head down.

"The lackey has been pretending all along."

"What are you pretending to be?"

"Even when pretending to be a prince, he has the patience to listen to military affairs."

A murderous glint flashed in Yinzhen's eyes.

"Are you looking for death?"

Nian Gengyao said:

"Your Highness cannot kill this servant."

"This servant is Fourth Master's person."

"Once the deadline is up, this servant will return."

"If Your Highness wishes to vent your anger, you can wait until you see the Fourth Prince in the future and then ask him for my life."

These words were spoken lightly, yet they were harsh.

Yinzhen could barely maintain his composure.

"You think you can use Fourth Brother to pressure me?"

"This servant dares not."

Nian Gengyao's tone remained respectful.

"This servant was merely reminding Your Highness."

"The matter of Korea is not just about the prince's reputation."

"It was a scheme that the Emperor set up at great expense."

"Pyongyang was not captured."

"The killing at Byeokjegwan failed."

"Now Longshan Warehouse has burned down again."

"The Japanese now want to negotiate peace."

"Fourteenth Prince, your scheme might not be able to continue!"

Every word Nian Gengyao said was like a needle, deeply piercing Yinzhen's heart.

Yinzhen said coldly:

"Are you saying that I, the king, have lost?"

Nian Gengyao said:

"No, Your Highness has not yet lost everything."

Yinzhen smiled.

"Still haven't completely lost?"

"Yes."

Nian Gengyao raised his head.

"So, before I leave, I'll say one last thing."

"Mochin can kill."

"But we can't let killing Mo Qin delay the important matter!"

Yinzhen said:

"You said it wasn't worth it before!"

Nian Gengyao said:

"It wasn't worth it to begin with."

"He's just a player."

"But the prince sees him as someone who must kneel before you."

"The prince wanted to kill him, not because he interfered with military affairs."

"It's because he made the prince lose face."

Yinzhen clenched his fists, which trembled slightly.

Nian Gengyao continued:

"The prince wants to win in front of the eighth prince."

"I want to win in front of the Emperor."

"I want to win and show Fourth Master."

"I want everyone to know that the Fourteenth Prince is more capable than anyone else."

"But Your Highness."

He paused.

The last sentence finally fell.

"If that's all you're after? Then you've already lost!"

The tent was deathly silent.

In a fit of rage, Yinzhen kicked over the table.

The map, the cups and saucers, the ebony box—all of them trembled.

"Nian Gengyao!"

Nian Gengyao knelt down.

"This servant takes his leave."

The light screen in front of him was already at its brightest.

The countdown has reached zero.

A faint light rose from beneath his feet.

Yinzhen looked at him coldly.

"You think that just because you're gone, I'll have no more moves to make?"

Nian Gengyao looked at him, his eyes revealing coldness.

"Of course, Your Highness also has chess pieces."

"This is just a piece of advice from your servant."

"Don't let it become a dead end."

The light gradually engulfed his figure.

Before disappearing, Nian Gengyao glanced at the ebony box.

He already knew what was in the box.

I also know that thing shouldn't be touched lightly.

But in the end, Nian Gengyao only frowned.

But he had no time to say anything more.

A flash of light, and the figure vanished.

Only Yinzhen remained at the scene, his heavy breathing filling the air.

Nian Gengyao's words still echoed in my ears.

We lost?

He lost?

Pyongyang is the inevitable trend of history.

Byeokjegwan was an accident.

Longshan Warehouse was attacked by the Ming army.

Wang Jing's negotiations showed that the Japanese were weak.

He hasn't lost yet!!!

Yinzhen slowly turned his head.

His gaze fell on the box.

Father Emperor...

Yinzhen's eye twitched slightly.

He suddenly laughed.

"Everyone thinks I've lost."

"Then I'll show you."

"What does 'fight to the death' mean?"

He walked up to the ebony box.

"A member of the Qingliu Society, a member of the assassination squad, said hastily."

"Your Highness, this item..."

Yinzhen looked at him.

"You also want to persuade me?"

The assassin immediately kowtowed.

"I wouldn't dare."

Yinzhen reached out and opened the ebony box.

There was neither a knife nor a talisman in the box.

There was only a small, dark green box.

There are fine grass root patterns in the gaps of the box.

Yinzhen took it out.

The sensation coming from my palm was damp and cold.

The subordinate standing next to him trembled.

"Your Highness, where should we put it?"

Yinzhen looked at him.

"The corpse field."

The man's face turned even paler.

There were many dead bodies behind Byeokjegwan.

There were also corpses behind Longshan Warehouse.

Outside the capital, along the Han River, in abandoned camps, there were corpses everywhere that hadn't been collected yet.

The Ming army.

The Japanese army.

Koreans.

For the player.

Yinzhen held the black and green box, his eyes no longer able to maintain any semblance of dignity.

All that remains is resentment and bitterness.

"I cannot win."

"No one else should win either!"

Late at night, at a mass grave outside the capital.

This place is not far from Longshan Warehouse.

During the firefighting efforts, the remains of dead Japanese soldiers, charred grooms, and some Korean civilians were hastily piled together.

The Qingliu Society's assassins carefully carried the ebony box and stopped at the edge of the corpse field.

Yinzhen, standing to the side, was wearing a black cloak, his chest heaving violently.

Yinzhen opened the small box.

A single dark green grass seed lay in the box.

Upon closer inspection, it doesn't resemble a seed; it looks more like a curled-up insect egg.

The surface has fine lines, and there is a dark red light seeping into the lines.

One of the assassins whispered:

"Your Highness, once you're buried..."

Yinzhen said:

"Shut up."

The man immediately lowered his head.

Yinzhen walked to the pile of corpses.

He threw the grass seed into the center of the pile of corpses.

Grass seeds fell into the charred body, into its split chest.

Yinti waited for a moment.

Nothing happened.

The people next to him all lowered their heads, not daring to look.

A few breaths passed.

A single blade of grass emerged from the charred chest of the corpse.

Dark green, and glistening with moisture.

With a gentle twist of the grass, it pierced another corpse nearby.

Another one.

The third one.

The fourth one.

This bizarre scene makes one imagine that something has awakened beneath the pile of corpses.

The snow surface began to tremble slightly.

A Japanese foot soldier who had been dead for a long time suddenly twitched his fingers.

The Qingliu Society members standing nearby took a half step back.

Yinzhen did not back down.

He looked closely, at the corpse...

Right before their eyes, beneath those charred eyelids, the already cloudy eyeballs slowly turned.

next moment.

The corpse opened its eyes!