History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 2 Test

As soon as he squeezed into the queue, small print appeared in the lower right corner of Mo Qin's field of vision.

[A large number of players have been detected in this batch.]

The chat channel is now open.

The next moment, the text stream immediately flooded the screen.

"The military route seems to offer high rewards, but it's also the easiest path to failure. Newcomers shouldn't get carried away."

"We must keep an eye on Li Rusong. Right now, Guangning Guard is recruiting soldiers, and they are probably about to come to Korea's aid."

"What the hell? Aid Korea? Are you sure it's the Korean front?"

"It's almost certainly true. In the twentieth year of the Wanli reign, Wei Zhongxian would probably still be starving somewhere. Don't be foolish enough to try and curry favor with the Ninth Prince."

"cy, this is hilarious, there are all sorts of people in this channel."

"What's all the fuss about? Who knows the rules of the Liaodong border army? After recruitment, are soldiers immediately organized into units, or are they screened in outer camps first?"

Mochin glanced at the messages and raised an eyebrow.

It seems that each of these players has their own unique circumstances.

Some people truly understand history, some only have a superficial understanding, and some are just loudmouths.

The truly dangerous one is actually the second one...

Knowing a few terms makes one think they can see through the situation.

But in any case, at least he was certain of one thing:

Among this group of players, there are not many who truly have a systematic understanding of the situation in Liaodong during the Wanli Dynasty.

At this moment, a new prompt appears.

[Identity template loaded.]

[Player: Mo Qin]

Current Status: Military Household Residency in Liaodong

[Background: His father and elder brother died in border troubles, and he fled south with other refugees, ending up in the interior of China. Because of his tall stature and remaining strength, he was considered a recruit when Commander Li was recruiting soldiers.]

[Initial rating: Available]

[Note: You are not a novice.]

Mo Qin felt a sense of relief upon seeing the last sentence.

Not a nobody—those four words are very valuable.

It means the amusement park has been given a layer of skin.

He was from Liaodong, a military household, and his father and elder brother died in border troubles.

This identity isn't exactly respectable, but it's legitimate enough that applying for the job wouldn't seem out of place.

Three more drumbeats sounded in front of the platform.

The armored officer pointed at the crowd and shouted:

"Li Shuai only considers two things when recruiting soldiers!"

"They can live!"

"Dare to kill!"

"Those who want rations, step forward! Those who want a different way to survive, step forward! Those who want military merit, step forward too!"

The crowd became even more chaotic. Some people's eyes lit up, while others turned pale and quietly backed away when they heard that someone was going to kill.

As he walked on, he noticed that the woman had changed her position again.

Mo Qin pondered for a moment. This woman was very clever; perhaps she had suffered a great loss in the past.

He was soon in line.

The soldier examining the man looked up and paused noticeably.

Tall, thin, with a large frame and well-defined veins in his arms; he has a good foundation.

The sergeant tapped him on the shoulder with his scabbard, then made him clench his fist, take a couple of steps, and then spoke:

"What's your name?"

"Mo Qin".

"Where are you from?"

"Liaodong military households".

The sergeant didn't ask any further questions, and simply pointed inwards.

"Go in."

"Next team, get your porridge first, then have your gallbladder tested."

As Mo Qin walked inside, he glanced at the scene out of the corner of his eye.

The woman also passed the test and was assigned to the same team as him.

The new recruits had just been circled to the side of the camp gate when the channel became lively again.

"Did anyone see that? The Li family also has firearms personnel on their side; they're quite well-equipped."

"Guangningwei was originally the front line, so it would be strange if it didn't have firearms."

"Let me give you a piece of advice: you can come into the camp, but don't be in a hurry to show off. In places like the border army, life is the least valuable thing, and order is the most valuable thing."

"Stop acting so high and mighty! I've seen plenty of people like you!"

But at that moment, a cloud of dust rose up from the dirt road in the distance.

Then came the rapid sound of galloping hooves, approaching from afar and growing increasingly urgent.

Someone screamed from the crowd:

"The Tartars are coming!"

That shout was like throwing fire into a pot of oil; the area in front of the camp instantly erupted in chaos.

The refugees and able-bodied men, who had been staggering about just moments before, were now in complete disarray.

Some people desperately tried to squeeze into the camp gate, some turned and ran, and a few simply sat down in the mud.

The soldiers beside the platform all turned their heads.

Mochin also looked at the cavalry.

The leading horses charged at great speed, the riders were armored and carried swords, with bows slung across their backs, and their boots were covered in mud.

He shook his head after only glancing at it twice.

"wrong."

If they were truly enemy cavalry, they wouldn't charge straight for the recruitment camp like that.

Since Li Rusong dared to openly set up camps and recruit soldiers outside Guangning Guard, it was impossible that there were no scouts or sentries around the area.

If the Tartars manage to get to the camp, it's not about recruiting soldiers, it's about holding a funeral for ourselves.

This cavalry unit wasn't an enemy attack; it seemed more like a night scout rushing back to camp.

Mochin then saw that a large group of people were following behind the cavalry.

Among them were ragged refugees, families with children, and a few burly men with bulging waistbands.

"Don't push your way through the door!"

Mo Qin roared, startling the crowd, and many people instinctively turned to look at him.

"Soldiers, seal the door! Whoever blocks the door will die first!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.

At the camp gate, the veterans had already begun pulling up the barricades and pushing the wooden fence.

No one would leave the camp gates open for a bunch of unregistered rabble.

"What should we do then?"

"Run!"

"There are people everywhere behind us, where can we run!"

The crowd began to trample, and Mo Qin quickly glanced around.

On the right are the porridge pots and piles of weapons; that's the most chaotic area.

There is a narrow path on the left side against the camp wall. If you can stand firmly against the wall, you won't be squeezed to death from both sides.

There was also a wheelbarrow that was half-disassembled and several empty wooden barrels nearby.

"Push the cart!"

Mo Qin pointed and said, "Move the car sideways to block the left exit! The one with the wooden stick, stand at the front! Against the wall!"

Normally, no one would want to listen to a stranger hawking their wares.

But when it comes to a life-or-death situation, the fact that someone dares to step forward and give the order is itself a strength.

As soon as he spoke, several new recruits instinctively did as he said.

"Listen to him!"

A woman's voice chimed in.

It was that woman in gray.

Too lazy to waste words, she grabbed a boy and threw him against the wall, then kicked over an empty wooden barrel, blocking the gap between the scrambling crowd.

"If the door closes, everyone in the middle will be trampled to death! Stand against the wall!"

At this point, more people realized what was happening and began desperately squeezing to the left.

The crowd has already arrived.

The pot was overturned, some people screamed, some people grabbed the food, and the scene was in complete chaos.

To make matters worse, there were thieves mixed in with the rioters.

Two burly men took advantage of the chaos to pounce on the pile of weapons. Their movements were swift and ruthless, clearly indicating that this was not the first time they had done something like this.

The soldiers on the other side of the platform are already rushing this way, but they are still a hair's breadth away.

This front line is deadly enough.

"Stop them!"

Before Mo Qin could finish speaking, he had already rushed out.

The enhanced body displayed unparalleled strength at this moment.

The burly man had just grabbed a long spear and hadn't even turned around when Mo Qin kicked him in the back of the knee.

"Click!"

The instant the gun slipped from his hand, Mo Qin grabbed the barrel and swung it down at the man's face.

But then they saw that the burly man's nose had collapsed and he was spitting blood on the spot.

Seeing that things were not going well, one of the people next to him turned and ran, but was tripped by the woman and fell face-first into the yellow earth.

Immediately afterwards, several new recruits came to their senses, rushed forward, and pinned the person down.

Just as the situation stabilized, another voice rang out:

Don't listen to him!

The speaker was a skinny young man, also a player.

He shrank back as he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"He's using you as a shield! Scatter and run, you might survive; following him will only hasten your demise!"

This kind of situation is something that can only be sustained by sheer willpower.

If someone undermines us, our morale will immediately crumble.

Mo Qin glanced at the young man, his eyes instantly turning cold.

There's a path to heaven, but you won't take it!

Hell has no gates, yet you barge in!

Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!

In an instant, Mochin drew his gun and rushed over.

Before the young man could react, the butt of the gun had already struck his mouth.

With a muffled thud, blood and broken teeth flew out together.

The moment the person leaned back, the second blow came, hitting their throat.

The sound stopped abruptly.

"To further demoralize the troops."

"The next one, kill him without hesitation."

No one dared to utter a sound.

The woman glanced at Mo Qin, then turned and shouted:

"Block this area! Don't disperse!"

As they were speaking, the old soldiers from the high platform arrived.

The first to rush forward were armored veterans armed with knives and guns.

Just as the two quick-draw gunners were about to raise their guns, they were stopped sternly by the dark-faced officer:

"Put down your guns!"

"Everyone's crammed together like a pot of porridge, do you want to cause chaos even with your own people?!"

He cursed as he shouted:

"Open your dog eyes! Those are Li Shuai's scouts, not Tartars!"

The group that had initially misjudged the situation finally realized what had happened.

The dark-faced officer who had been wielding a firearm rode over, glancing at the dead bodies on the ground and the wheelbarrow lying across the road, before finally stopping on Mochin.

"Did you do this?"

"Yes."

"He helped?"

Before Mo Qin could speak, the woman in gray nodded.

The dark-faced officer stared at the two men for a few moments, then let out a cold laugh.

"There are still two who can breathe."

He pointed to the dead player.

"What about this one?"

Mochin remained expressionless.

"Shouting wildly will demoralize the troops."

Upon hearing this, the officer actually nodded.

"He was killed without cause."