History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

The team that charged up consisted of about twenty people, a mixed force of Japanese soldiers and players.

Despair was etched on everyone's faces; they were deathly pale and their eyes were empty and lifeless.

Some timid players were trembling like leaves.

Some had blood and foam at the corners of their mouths, their eyes filled with regret and fear.

They chose the wrong side back then at the Yalu River.

Those who chose to join the Japanese pirates are now being forced into suicide squads, starting the Japanese's ancestral craft: the Banzai charge.

The group included Han Chinese speaking in Mandarin with faces full of fear, as well as Japanese shouting in Japanese, though their panic was hard to hide.

"Mom, I was wrong! I shouldn't have chosen the Japanese pirates!"

The young player staggered and was shoved hard by the Japanese soldier next to him. His knee hit the rocks, and blood instantly seeped out.

He ignored the pain, clutching the snow with both hands, crying and screaming with tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse and broken.

Some tried to escape, but after taking only two steps, they were struck on the back of the neck by the Japanese soldiers with the back of their swords and dragged forward while screaming in agony.

Some people had unfocused eyes, mechanically holding torches and tarpaulins, unconsciously muttering, "Don't kill me."

They were split into two groups, one of which was forced by the Japanese soldiers to charge toward the artillery vehicle while shouting.

The other group, crouching low, emerged awkwardly from behind the rubble and crept toward the observation post of the flag bearer and the night watchman, each step seemingly treading on the edge of death.

Lin Jun, with his sharp eyes, immediately shouted:

"Standard bearer!"

"Watch the flag!"

Han Shouyi was about to ask someone to rescue Pao when he heard this, and immediately changed his mind.

"Protect the flag!"

"left!"

Liu Gao has already made his move.

He stood in front of the standard-bearer, shield in hand.

The first volley of arrows fell.

Three arrows were embedded in the lion-head shield, and one grazed the edge of the shield and pierced the leather armor on Liu Gao's shoulder.

Liu Gao's face twitched in pain, but he didn't back down an inch.

The second round was with muskets.

boom!

The lead bullet struck the area near the new wound on the shield, leaving a dent on the edge.

The entire shield shook.

Liu Gao shuddered and almost let go.

The flag bearer behind him stopped breathing.

Liu Gao gritted his teeth, turned his head slightly, and called out.

"Don't be afraid."

The flag bearer paused for a moment.

"I'm not afraid."

"But your flag is trembling!"

The flag bearer looked down and saw that his hands were indeed trembling.

Being a young man, he mustered his courage and gritted his teeth to hold onto the flagpole tightly.

Liu Gao also raised his shield an inch higher.

"Hold on tight."

"If you die, all the damage I took from this shield will have been for nothing."

The flag bearer nodded emphatically and said nothing more.

The third wave of attacks has arrived.

Two Japanese soldiers, wielding swords, charged straight at him.

Liu Gao did not swing his shield wildly.

He remembered what the Southern soldier had said.

Look at the feet.

The first Japanese soldier felt unsteady on his feet and tried to slip past the shield.

Liu Gao tilted his shield, using the corner to press down on the opponent's shoulder, pushing him to the ground.

The second Japanese soldier slashed at the edge of the shield with his sword.

Liu Gao deftly moved the knife to the side, and it slid away.

He kicked the other person down the slope.

Meanwhile, an enemy player took the opportunity to get close.

The short knife in his hand was thrust straight at the flag bearer's chest.

But Lin Jun is right here.

This time, she was incredibly fast.

The short knife flashed diagonally, first knocking open the opponent's wrist.

The opponent immediately changed tactics.

His speed is no slower than Lin Jun's.

Lin Jun took a half step back and stared at him.

"Didn't Ghost Head tell you that I'm an easy target?"

The player sneered.

"The captain said you're easier to kill than the one with the shield."

Lin Jun sneered:

He's wrong.

She suddenly stepped aside.

The player thought she was going to quit.

The next moment, the white wax spear thrust out from the gap she had created.

Mochin delivered a simple, straightforward, and direct strike along the line.

The spear tip pierced the player's ribs, going halfway through.

The player's eyes widened and his mouth opened.

He didn't expect that Lin Jun's retreat would send him to Mo Qin's line of fire.

With a blank expression, Mochin drew his gun.

The player knelt down.

The ID is grayed out.

Seeing this, the other enemy player turned around and tried to leave in fright.

But since everyone who comes is a guest, we should at least treat them well!

Yan Qi's arrow flew from the direction behind the mountain.

The arrow struck straight at the back of the knee.

The player's legs went weak, and Liu Gao didn't hold back either, charging at him with his shield, directly hitting his chest.

The person flew out and crashed directly onto the rocky slope.

Before he could even get up, the old soldier next to him delivered the final blow.

Two players died.

They all died very quickly.

The flag bearer withstood the attack.

But this wave is not over yet.

The real killer move wasn't with the standard-bearer.

Mochin heard it from another source.

Card...

It's very light.

Like the sole of a boot breaking a frozen branch.

The voice came from the flag bearer's left.

Liu Gao and Lin Jun are there, could it be...?

It's an observation point!

Mo Qin suddenly turned his head.

On the other side, Han Shouyi was leading his men to rescue the cannon.

Most people assume that the enemy's target is the artillery vehicle.

Lin Jun also turned around to check if the flag bearer was injured.

Mo Qin noticed that the white cloth moved slightly beside the rocks behind the observation post.

A person?

wrong!

There are three people.

They were very patient and didn't move.

They were waiting for the flag bearer and the artillery vehicle to be distracted at the same time.

From the observation post, an old soldier was intently watching the north of the city.

The messenger next to him was holding a wooden sign and charcoal sticks, taking notes.

"The third section in the north of the city..."

The old soldier's words suddenly stopped...

A crossbow bolt struck him first, hitting him squarely in the shoulder.

The old soldier stumbled backward, nearly knocking the wooden sign away.

The messenger instinctively went to help.

The second crossbow bolt, however, was aimed at the messenger's throat.

Mochin moved!

He pressed down with the white wax spear, and his entire body traversed the battlefield.

Han Shouyi saw this from behind and his expression changed.

"Mochin!"

Mochin heard it, but didn't turn around.

If the observation post is gone, many more people will die in the north of the city today.

In the blink of an eye, the crossbow bolts were already in front of the messenger.

At the current pace, Mochin can't catch up.

Without further ado, he threw the white wax spear horizontally.

The gun barrel spun out and hit the messenger's shoulder.

The messenger was knocked to the side and fell.

The crossbow bolt flew past his ear and embedded itself in the wooden frame behind him.

Meanwhile, Mochin arrived just in time.

It wouldn't be appropriate for someone to yell "Shoot!" in this situation!

He chose to use his shoulder to ram into the arms of the first enemy.

The opponent had already raised his short sword.

Mochin grabbed his wrist holding the knife with his left hand, and with a flick of his right elbow, smashed it directly into his throat.

The man let out a muffled groan.

The second person pounced from the side.

Mo Qin casually snatched the first person's dagger.

As soon as he got the dagger, he swung it again with a backhand motion.

It was a cut to the opponent's tegu.

The second man's knife went astray half an inch from landing.

Mochin's knee struck, slamming the man into the rocks.

The third person had already circled around behind the old soldier.

His target is not Mochin.

It was that old soldier who had been shot by an arrow.

The old soldier, with a crossbow bolt stuck in his shoulder, knelt on the ground, muttering intermittently:

"Transfer him to the west gate..."

The third person stabbed the old soldier in the back of the neck.

At the critical moment, Yan Qi's arrow arrived.

It shot down at an angle from above, piercing straight into the man's forearm.

The knife was slightly off-center.

They only cut open the old soldier's clothes on the back.

"You brainless bastard, how dare you!" With a roar, Mo Qin pounced on his prey like a tiger.

Without holding back, the short knife in his hand plunged completely into the man's waist.

The opponent did not die immediately, and instead punched Mo Qin in the face.

Mo Qin tasted something sweet, but he tilted his head, his expression clearly saying, "Is that all you've got?"

Half a second later, he slammed his forehead back at him.

boom.

The other person tilted their entire face back.

Mochin drew his knife and stabbed again!

This time, it went straight for the throat.

The other party is completely dead!

Catching his breath, Mo Qin turned to look at the old soldier.

The old soldier was still alive, but the crossbow bolt in his shoulder was deeply embedded.

He bled quite a bit, and his face had turned pale.

The messenger crawled back, his voice trembling.

"Old Zhang!"

The old soldier grabbed his wrist.

"remember."

The messenger was stunned.

"remember!"

The old soldier gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word, one by one:

"The third section in the north of the city... be transferred to the west gate."

"Three shadows of a car."

"It's not a grain cart."

"Like a firearm."

The messenger's hands trembled as he wrote on the wooden sign.

The old soldier looked up at the city again.

At this moment, his vision began to blur.

But he still finished reading it.

"There are still people behind the West Gate."

"Nothing was moved."

"Reserve team".

After he finished speaking, he leaned back.

Mo Qin reached out to support him.

The old soldier glanced at Mo Qin.

It seemed like they wanted to say something.

In the end, he only uttered three words:

"Send it down."

Mochin nodded.

"deliver."

The messenger, clutching the wooden sign, turned and ran.

At this moment, Han Shouyi led his men to the observation post.

He saw the corpse on the ground, and then the blood on Mochin's face, and cursed.

"Running around again!!"

Mochin handed the old soldier over to the person next to him.

"I'm going to kill these scum."

Han Shouyi angrily said:

"You fucking stay right here!"

Mo Qin pointed in the direction the messenger had left.

"I want revenge!"

These words left Han Shouyi speechless for a moment.

Han Shouyi gritted his teeth.

"OK."

Mochin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm waiting!"

Han Shouyi wanted to curse, but in the end he only managed to utter one sentence:

"Now!!! Get back to your place."

Mochin nodded.

He picked up the white wax spear and turned to walk towards the flag bearer.

Lin Jun came forward to greet him.

"fine?"

My lip is sore.

"Serves you right."

She glanced at the observation post, then looked at him.

"You judged it faster than I did just now."

Mo Qin said:

"I should be better than you once in a while."

Lin Jun did not refute.

The fire on the artillery vehicle side has been extinguished.

A gunner had burned the back of his hand but was still calibrating the gun.

He handed the gunpowder pack to the person next to him and squatted down to check the angle again.

Liu Gao remained standing protectively in front of the flag bearer.

The shield had many dents, and half an arrow shaft was stuck in its shoulder.

He didn't dare to pull it out.

I'm afraid that pulling it out will affect my ability to hold up the shield.

The flag bearer regained control of the flag.

The flag unfurled in the wind.

It can be seen from the foot of the mountain, and it can also be seen from the top of the mountain.

Han Shouyi stood beside the artillery carriage, looked around, and cursed:

"Those who are still alive, don't just stand there!"

"Gunner, check the gun!"

"The flag bearer obeys the order!"

"The scouts will continue to watch the city!"

"Send those who are still breathing to the rear if they are injured!"

When Zhao Tou came over, he frowned and looked at the arrow stuck in Liu Gao's shoulder.

"What are you standing there for?"

Liu Gao said:

"Protect the flag."

"And what about the arrow?"

"Pull it out later."

Zhao cursed, walked over, and carefully examined the position of the arrow.

"Not deep enough."

Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled, causing Liu Gao to flinch in pain.

Zhao Tou threw the arrow to the ground and pressed it down with a cloth.

"Keep raising them."

Liu Gao nodded.

"Um."

Zhao Tou glanced at the new wound on his shield, then looked towards Mo Qin.

They didn't say anything.

The first cannon is finally calibrated.

Out of caution, the gunner has already checked it three times.

The man whose hand was burned remained squatting beside the cannon, not leaving.

He stuffed the gunpowder bag into the container and looked up at the flag.

The flag bearer didn't move, and the flag stood firmly in the wind.

They started returning to the banner from the foot of the mountain.

Han Shouyi raised his hand.

"put."

The fuse was lowered.

boom!

The sound of cannon fire shook a patch of snow off the mountaintop.

The smoke from the cannons billowed out of the muzzles and pressed northwards towards Pyongyang.

The cannonball landed near the city wall, smashing a section of wooden frame.

The torches of the Japanese soldiers on the city wall were visibly lowered.

A southern soldier, wounded by an arrow, sat on the ground and, upon hearing the cannon fire, suddenly laughed.

He was just gritting his teeth and keeping silent.

The sound of cannon fire has a calming effect than adrenaline!

Immediately afterwards, the second firearm fired.

Upon hearing the cannon fire, the Ming troops below the mountain began to move.

Li Rusong stood under the central military flag and received the wooden plaque from the messenger.

"Transfer from the third section in the north of the city to the west gate."

"Three shadows of a car."

"There are preparations behind the west gate."

He handed the wooden plaque to the officer beside him.

"He's fixing the west gate."

"The northern front has been exposed."

Zhou Hu, who had already descended the mountain, stood to the side and whispered:

"The observation point was almost pulled out."

Li Rusong looked towards Peony Peak.

"It's saved?"

"It's saved."

"Who?"

Zhou Hu said:

"Mo Qin deserves the most credit."

Li Rusong didn't say much.

He simply nodded.

"Let Han Shouyi continue to protect the mountain."

"Each battalion shall obey the order."

"I saw it clearly."

"Let's fight."

Inside Pyongyang, on a building on the north side.

After hearing the order, President Konishi's expression remained calm.

Mudan Peak has fallen, and the flank artillery has fallen silent.

Right before their eyes, the Ming army on the mountain was raising flags, checking cannons, and guarding the city.

The observation point was not removed.

None of these messages are good.

He stood by the window, looking towards the north of the city.

"Move the artillery on the northern front back halfway."

"Those on the city wall, don't crowd together."

"Send one unit of Ximen's reserve team over there."

"Don't let the Ming army see through our rhetoric."

The Japanese general beside him bowed his head and obeyed the order.

Konishi Yukinaga then asked:

"What about the advance team?"

The messenger hesitated for a moment.

"Their counterattack failed."

"The elite member of the assault team, Red-Eyed Dog, is dead."

"The flag and observation post on the mountainside were also not removed."

Konishi Yukinaga remained silent for a moment.

"Tell them to stop fighting amongst themselves."

"The Ming army has protected the mountain."

"If chaos breaks out within the city, the north side will fall first."

The messenger acknowledged and withdrew.

On the other side of the building, Ginji Kito stood in the shadows, his face grim.

He has received the message.

The red-eyed dog is dead.

The flanking guns were destroyed, and the counterattack from the mountain flank failed.

The Ming army's standard bearers and observers were completely uninvolved.

Including his previous psychological warfare, which he thought was effective, it had no effect on Lin Jun at all, and instead he was lured and killed by the other party!

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Kito Ginji turned his head and looked at the other side of the room.

Yinzhen stood there.

He closed his eyes slightly, not looking at the ghost head, but staring at the north direction of the city.

The ghost head finally spoke:

"Your Highness, didn't you say that a side-fire cannon could cut off a mountain road?"

Yinzhen said:

"It could have been."

"And now?"

"Not now."

Ghost Head sneered.

"You're quite direct."

Yinzhen spoke calmly:

"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Moreover, the morale of the Ming army is high, so this is not surprising."

He was looking in the direction of Peony Peak.

"Pyongyang cannot be held."

Inside the room, the expressions of several Japanese players changed.

The ghost head stared at him.

"What did you say?"

Yinti turned around.

"With the loss of Mudan Peak, the troop movements and defenses in the north of the city are now transparent and one-way. The Ming army can move their firearms forward to suppress your troop movements."

"If Konishi Yukinaga is capable, the castle can still be defended."

"But this is a question of how long to hold out, not whether we can hold out at all."

"Even if Qingliu continues to help you, it's the same."

"You could also order Miyamoto Musashi and Fuma Kotaro to risk their lives to assassinate Li Rusong; perhaps there's still a sliver of a chance!"

These words brought a moment of silence to the room.

Ghost Head's face grew even colder.

"Impossible! They're just paid assassins! And what about your Pure Stream Society? Are you just going to watch the city fall? Do nothing?"

Yinti remained silent, simply watching the ghost head calmly.

Outside, the sound of cannons rang out once again.

Japanese military players' channels are also flooded with it.

[Anonymous: Is Mudanbong Peak beyond repair?]

[Anonymous: Did the red-eyed dog die for nothing?]

[Anonymous: The Ming army's artillery wagons are already up the mountain! What's the point of firing?]

[Anonymous: Xiao west is adjusting the reserve team at Ximen.]

[Anonymous: Where are the Qingliu Society members? Didn't they say that with them around, they could definitely hold the northern front?]

[Anonymous: Stop arguing, the Ming army is coming.]

On Peony Peak.

The sound of cannons continued.

Mochin stood on a high point on the back of the mountain, looking down at Pyongyang.

Down the mountain, the Ming army was advancing.

The smoke from the cannon fire drifted with the wind toward Pyongyang.

Next, it's time to attack the city.