History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Mochin woke up before dawn.

I was just about to get out of bed when a notification popped up in the bottom right corner.

Wolong is from Chengdu and sent me a private message.

"Hey kid, who did you offend yesterday?"

Mo Qin was silent for a moment, and then the other party sent another message.

"I just received news that someone wants you dead. They say you're too flamboyant."

These words were refreshing and immediately energized Mo Qin, with an effect comparable to a cold shower.

"Who dares to take my life! Is that the bastard who did it?"

It took more than ten seconds for Wolong to reply.

"I know my ass!! Anyway, be careful, stay calm and don't be reckless."

"Not adventurous? That's not my style, but thanks anyway."

You're welcome. You can only live life to the fullest if you're alive.

Lin Jun rolled over beside him and glanced at him: "Why didn't you wake me up if you were awake?"

"Thinking about something."

Mochin answered.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Someone wants me dead."

Lin Jun was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained her composure: "Xu Qing?"

Mo Qin nodded.

"He could also be one of their accomplices. With my unparalleled wisdom, I can be certain that he will be at today's training."

"Hmm. He's right here, what are you afraid of?"

The two woke Liu Gao and Yan Qi. Liu Gao rubbed his eyes and cursed, while Yan Qi silently slung his bow over his shoulder.

As I stepped out of the tent, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the forward camp was already in operation.

The cooks were busy at the stove, the old soldier was leading his horse to the riverbank, and commands could be heard in the distance.

On the way to the training ground, Mo Qin looked Lin Jun up and down and chuckled.

Lin Jun noticed his gaze, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Why are you smiling so lewdly?"

"I think you're just average."

Mo Qin laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be so charming."

Lin Jun was taken aback at first, then said with a hint of playfulness and pride, "You're just being a nag. When I was in school, I was the school beauty and I even worked as a model."

Mo Qin raised an eyebrow: "A model?"

Lin Jun smiled slightly: "Yes! Long legs, and beautiful, it's just that some people don't know its value."

Liu Gao came up from behind and asked in confusion, "What's a model?"

Lin Jun thought for a moment: "It's... showing clothes to people."

Liu Gao scratched his head: "What's the point?"

"Lots of money."

Lin Jun answered calmly.

Liu Gao immediately nodded: "That's definitely a good thing."

Yan Qi, standing behind, said calmly, "If you don't hurry up, you won't get lunch."

Eating was of utmost importance, so the four quickened their pace.

Lin Jun walked in front this time. Looking at her back, Mo Qin had to admit that what she had just said was probably half true.

The training ground was located at the easternmost part of the front camp. It was a patch of hardened mud, surrounded by wooden stakes and straw targets.

When they arrived, the guards' ranks were already lined up.

There were about forty people standing in four rows, and their cotton armor was thicker than that of the people in the outer camp.

As for the sword at his waist, the bow on his back, and the quiver hanging from his waist, they were all so neatly arranged that they looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even their breathing was very low.

Zhao Tou stood at the front of the line, holding a training pole.

Seeing the four approaching, he simply pointed to the end of the line with the end of the pole.

As Mo Qin led Lin Jun and the others past.

The veterans of the guards camp didn't even blink.

The feeling of being ignored is actually more unpleasant than being stared at.

Zhao Tou's voice was extremely penetrating, ensuring that everyone could hear it.

"The guards' camp doesn't keep useless people. These four who came today are to be used. If they can hold their ground, they stay; if not, they get out. Understand?"

"clear."

More than forty people responded in unison, their voices carrying a powerful, overwhelming weight.

The roll call begins. Whoever Zhao calls out, responds.

Mo Qin noticed that the names of the guards in the camp were all very short: Zhao Da, Liu Er, Wang Shitou, Li Tiezhu. None of them were proper names; they were all nicknames and pet names.

After roll call, Zhao Tou got to practice his pole vault.

"Today's task is: run first, then practice. Those who can't run won't get lunch. Those who can't keep up in practice will continue practicing this afternoon until they win."

He looked at Mochin and the other three.

"You all stay behind, don't fall behind."

The first item is weighted running.

Each person put on cotton armor, carried a long sword with a wooden handle, and a quiver on their back, and ran laps around the training ground.

Zhao Tou didn't specify the number of laps, but everyone knew the rules:

They ran until Zhao told them to stop.

Mochin put on the cotton armor and found it to be heavier than he had imagined.

The cotton armor wasn't made of cotton, but rather of iron sheets sandwiched with cotton, pressed layer by layer, weighing at least twenty pounds.

With the longsword and quiver included, the weight approached thirty pounds, requiring a strong downward stomp with each step.

As expected, the expected outcome has arrived.

Xu Qing had somehow ended up standing on the sidelines, with his two henchmen still behind him.

He held a bowl of water, seemingly watching the spectacle, but his eyes were constantly fixed on Mo Qin out of the corner of his eye.

As Mo Qin passed by him, Xu Qing suddenly stepped forward and reached out to help him adjust his nail strap. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were best friends.

"Your shoulder strap is loose," Xu Qing said with a forced smile, "It'll rub your shoulders when you run."

Mo Qin didn't say anything, just wanted to see what tricks this kid was up to, so he let him do as he pleased.

Xu Qing's hand lingered on his waist for a moment before withdrawing.

He continued running, but after a dozen or so steps, Mo Qin clearly felt that his side waist was much heavier.

Too lazy to check, he simply adjusted his pace to absorb the extra weight.

The laps have begun.

For the first three laps, Mochin remained at the back of the pack.

He wasn't unable to run; he was just figuring out his rhythm.

The weight of the cotton armor pressed down on my shoulders, and I had to keep my knees steady with every step, coordinating my breathing with my steps, without rushing or making a fuss.

The veterans of the Imperial Guards ran steadily, at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, rolling over lap after lap.

Mochin followed behind, neither overtaking nor lagging behind.

On the seventh lap, Mochin quietly accelerated.

Walk steadily and briskly, taking one more step each time, and gradually deepening your breathing.

In this way, they gradually overtook several teammates who had lost speed.

By the tenth lap, only about twenty people were still running, with Mochin in seventh place.

Xu Qing stood on the sidelines, his smile gone.

At the end of the thirteenth lap, Zhao Tou finally called a stop.

When they stopped, Mochin was third in line, with the two ahead of him being veterans from the household guards.

After finishing the run, he simply bent over, braced his knees for a moment, and recovered in just a few breaths.

Zhao Tou glanced at Mo Qin and said directly, "Not bad. Back to the team."

When Xu Qing passed by the sidelines, he was still standing there, his smile long gone.

As the two passed each other, the young man spoke up: "Not bad."

Without stopping, Mo Qin didn't even turn his head: "Too easy, no difficulty at all."

These words made Xu Qing's smile vanish.

By the time the training ended, it was already broad daylight.

Zhao Tou announced the disbandment, and the veterans of the household guards dispersed. Mo Qin and his three companions headed towards their tents.

Liu Gao kept talking the whole way: "Brother Qin, you were fucking awesome today. That Wang Shitou, I heard he was one of the top fighters in the guard camp, and you beat him to a pulp!"

Yan Qi nodded: "Brother Mo is a man of great talent."

Liu Gao excitedly added, "Yes! It's a general!"

Lin Jun turned to look at Mo Qin: "When are you planning to remove the thing on your waist?"

"You saw it? We'll talk about it when we get back."

Once inside the tent, Mochin took off his cotton armor.

He flipped his long arm over the side of his waist, his fingers reaching into the gaps in the nail plates, and pulled out two stones.

It was the right shape and heavy enough to be easily missed when tucked between the nail plate and the cotton layer, unless you felt it closely.

Upon seeing the stone, Liu Gao's face darkened: "Damn it! That son of a bitch Xu Qing! Brother Qin, let's go find him right now!"

Mochin placed the stone on the ground and sat down steadily: "No rush."

"Huh? Why?"

"It's just a small-scale event; today is just a warm-up."

Mo Qin said, "I just want to know what other dirty tricks this bastard has up his sleeve."

Yan Qi nodded: "He spoke to at least three veterans on the sidelines today."

Liu Gao's eyes widened: "You saw it?"

"Um."

Lin Jun sat on the ground, arms wrapped around his knees: "If he's so fearless, Xu Qing must have connections above him. We'll find an opportunity to take him down later."

Mo Qin nodded silently. He wasn't in a hurry; it was just an insect, or rather, an ant.

He then opened the amusement park panel.

Current reputation: 67.

It's improved a bit since I started camp; it feels just like going to school—you get a little red flower for good behavior...

Outside the tent, a bugle sounded, reminding each camp to collect their midday meal.