History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 22 Qing people

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Lao Mo, I want to eat fish.]

Mo Qin was taken aback at first, then rolled his eyes at him.

What a lame joke?

[Nine-Headed Bird of Central Taiwan: If you want to eat fish, go buy it yourself.]

[Central Nine-Headed Bird: Also, I'm only twenty-six. Calling me Old Mo is too early.]

A moment later, Wolong returned.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Twenty-six is ​​not old; it's the perfect age to venture out.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Enough with the chit-chat, let's get down to business.]

Mo Qin propped himself up on his arms and sat up, leaning against a pillar.

[Central Nine-Headed Bird: Says.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: The Huaxia Alliance has dispatched experts to protect Shen Weijing; they are on their way to Liaodong.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: but they've been getting chased and attacked these past few days.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: several of his best fighters have already fallen.]

Mo Qin's eyes darkened.

[Central Taiwan Nine-Headed Bird: Why must we kill him?]

Wolong is from Chengdu: because people from there are valuable.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Don't just remember him as a big conman.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Shen Weijing is a man with a lot of flaws; he talks a lot of nonsense, is slick and cunning, and has an audacity that many officials dislike. But at this critical juncture, he happens to be very useful.]

Wolong is from Chengdu; he speaks Japanese.

[Wolong was from Chengdu: he had dealings with Konishi Yukinaga's side.]

[Wolong was from Chengdu: He knew better than many high-ranking officials who on the Japanese side were negotiating, who were stalling, who were making empty threats, and who were putting on an act.]

Seeing this, Mo Qin tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

He certainly knew about this; he was extremely familiar with the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Shen Weijing's reputation is notorious, and his bad reputation doesn't need any redemption, but none of that matters!

A person's value lies in whether they can make a difference at a given time.

The answer is yes, and it's very useful.

News about Wolong is still circulating.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: After the army entered Korea, what was the actual situation there? Which of the Japanese soldiers' words could be believed? Which places were traps? These things couldn't be clarified by just shouting slogans.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: People like Shen Weijing specialize in this kind of thing.]

[Wolong was from Chengdu: with his death, all leads went cold.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: If the situation becomes chaotic, battles become difficult to fight.]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: the battles are difficult, and the more people die. I'm telling you this so I can be on the safe side.]

Mo Qin slowly exhaled.

[Nine-Headed Bird of Central Taiwan: Was this the work of the Qingliu Society?]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: and it's not just them.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: the main force of the Qingliu Society, which we have tied down in the capital.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: those who used lethal force on the post road were likely Japanese players.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: These people are well aware of Shen Weijing's value, so they will definitely deal with him as soon as possible.]

[Central Taiwan Nine-Headed Bird: Have they joined forces with the Qingliu Association?]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: This is highly likely.]

Touching his face, Mo Qin felt a little helpless. Why were there so many bad people?

Just when he was feeling down, Wolong gave him some big news.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: There's one more thing, write it down.]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: The army marches north, and once they cross the Yalu River, the first phase of settlement will begin.]

What?

Mochin's gaze settled.

[Central China Nine-Headed Bird: First Settlement?]

Wolong is in Chengdu: Yes.

[Wolong is in Chengdu: this is a phased settlement.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: For living people, the park will score them based on reputation, participation in key events, influence, and the final assessment. Their faction will also be clearly defined!]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: high reputation in the early stages means greater confidence in the later stages.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Those who are just coasting now will suffer a terrible fate later.]

After a pause, Wolong delivered the most crucial blow.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: You're a newcomer.]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: the first world there, the newcomer coefficient will be very high.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: You also saved Li Rusong; this kind of thing is very influential.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: I mean, if anything really goes wrong along the way, you absolutely must step in! Save Shen Weijing! The reward will be outrageous.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Don't blame me for being blunt, but this kind of reward might determine whether you and Lin Jun survive.]

The sheer volume of information left Mochin momentarily speechless.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Also, the Huaxia Alliance will remember this favor.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: We are now desperately protecting Shen Weijing, not just out of national righteousness, but because he truly cannot die.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: You helped us out, we won't pretend we didn't see it.]

[Central Nine-Headed Bird: Are you treating me like Song Jiang? You're making it sound like I'm offering myself up for amnesty.]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: No, you can consider it an investment.]

[Wolong is in Chengdu: and this investment is a sure thing.]

He crossed his arms, thought for a moment, and then replied with a single word.

[Central Nine-Headed Bird: Okay.]

Wolong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

[Wolong is from Chengdu: That's good. I hope everything goes well.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: I'll let you know as soon as I get news along the post road. If something really happens, Li Rusong will definitely send someone to help. Be sure to act quickly.]

[Wolong is from Chengdu: Be careful in everything you do. Those Manchu remnants have prepared a lot of gunpowder, and the bigger ones are yet to come.]

This conversation left Mochin unable to sleep soundly, as its contents were far too shocking.

The next morning, during roll call at the forward camp, one person was missing.

At first, nobody took it seriously.

Someone in the back row secretly yawned, but the cold wind made them suppress it.

Wang De stood at the front, holding the booklet, and went through each one one by one. When he reached the last one, he frowned slightly.

"Where's Wednesday?"

No one answered.

A thin-faced recruit in the back row shrank back and whispered, "I haven't seen him since the latter half of last night."

Wang De's face immediately turned black.

"If you didn't see it, why didn't you report it?"

The recruit's lips moved, but he didn't dare to utter another sound.

It's not unusual for someone to be missing at night.

Some people slack off, some sneak into the kitchen to eat leftover food, and some even run off to pee. They get a scolding, but that's it.

But Zhou San'er was no ordinary newbie.

He's a gamer!

The night before, he was squatting by the shed with his bowl in his hand, grinning as he asked Liu Gao for half a pancake, saying that once he crossed the river, he was determined to kill a few Japanese soldiers to vent his anger.

Wang De didn't say much and directly selected three veterans.

"Find it for me along the old ditch, in the supply yard, behind the haystacks."

"Find the person out for me."

The person went to look for it.

Everyone else, just go about your business.

Mo Qin went to the training ground to practice his stances as usual.

As soon as the rack was set up, Zhao Tou walked over from not far away, leaning on his practice pole.

Liu Gao followed behind, dawdling. After all, they had a past relationship, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Qin, is this guy probably dead?"

Mo Qin glanced at him.

"Shut up. Maybe he just broke his leg and is lying there panting."

Liu Gao immediately covered his mouth, but still added:

"I'm not a jinx. I just feel... it's been too quiet these past few days. It's so quiet it's unsettling."

These words reminded Mo Qin of the past.

In the apocalypse, this kind of situation is not uncommon.

When one person was missing from the outpost, everyone pretended not to notice.

Until one day his body was found, in the end times, disappearance is equivalent to death.

He desperately tried to suppress the thought, constantly telling himself it.

This is Guangning, not ruins.

Mo Qin muttered something under his breath. Zhao Tou looked at him and scolded him:

"You weren't standing correctly today."

Mochin turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"The posture is right, but the attitude is wrong."

With a snort, Zhao Tou tapped the training pole on the ground.

"You're standing here physically, but your mind is already wandering outside. You're practically floating on air."

He paused, then added:

"Your skills are enough to deal with a few thugs. If you really run into a tough opponent, you won't last three rounds."

Mo Qin didn't argue back, but had to calm down and regain his composure.

But the unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

Not long after, the old soldier who had been looking for someone returned.

"On the edge of the old ditch."

When Wang De led his men over, the men in the front camp, though not daring to join the fun, all had their eyes fixed on that direction.

After all, they were both players, and Moqin had also been there.

On Wednesday, Zhou'er lay at the bottom of the ditch, his clothes and boots neatly arranged, looking at first glance as if he had accidentally fallen in at night.

The person was already dead, with a thin gash on their neck, the blood already turned black.

Look at his right hand, still gripping the muddy edge of the ditch tightly. He had clearly struggled before he died, but couldn't climb out.

Squatting by the ditch, Mo Qin took a closer look.

The incision wasn't deep, but just enough to bleed the blood out.

He's an experienced hand; he's quick and efficient, and he handles things cleanly.

When Han Shouyi arrived, he glanced at it and said in a deep voice:

"Drag it back."

Liu Gao stood next to Mo Qin, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

When Zhou San'er borrowed a cake on Wednesday, he cursed, "Don't you have one yourself?" but in the end, he still broke off half for him.

That half-eaten pancake is probably still in Zhou San'er's stomach, not even digested yet.

The channel erupted in noise again as the body was being dragged away.

"The stream of fresh air has begun again."

"Who is it this time?"

"One of the vanguard members was a proponent of war."

"Don't even mention it, someone died in the capital last night too."

Which government office is it?

"They're from the Ministry of War's faction; they're also pro-war."

"Those bastards from the Qingliu Society."

"People are panicking now, and there are more and more fence-sitters."

"Dongguan Akhal-Teke horse: It's better to join the Qingliu Society and save your life first!"

"Wolong is from Chengdu: Shut up! Do you think everyone is like you, weak and spineless? Since ancient times, no one has escaped death, but let our loyal hearts shine in history!"

After disposing of the body, Han Shouyi stood by the ditch and said coldly:

"Look carefully, you bastards."

"Starting today, anyone who leaves the shed at night without reporting it will be tied up."

"Anyone who dares to run around will be shot first."

"If anything goes wrong again, everyone who disobeys will be punished!"

Below, all was quiet; no one dared to utter a sound.

As evening approached, the sky darkened, making one feel suffocated.

The wind was still damp; judging by the situation, it was going to snow tonight.

Mo Qin sat at the entrance of the old shed, a white wax spear across his lap, his fingertips tracing the rough texture on the shaft.

Liu Gao squatted down to the side, holding the door panel shield, looked around twice, and swallowed.

"Brother Qin, are they going to make a move tonight?"

Mo Qin didn't even look up.

"have no idea."

"Then how come you can still sit there like that?"

"Because I don't know, that's why I have to sit still."

Liu Gao wanted to say something, but seeing that Mo Qin's expression was not right, he shut his mouth.

Yan Qi was on the other side, stringing the bow.

Lin Jun returned before dark.

After she entered the shed, she squatted down to draw.

"In the last couple of days, there's been another vendor selling odds and ends here."

"He wasn't from the camp; he sneaked in by mixing in with the supply train."

"He's quite talkative, but his eyes are always fixed on us."

Lin Jun tossed aside the charcoal pencil and looked up, saying:

"They're about to make their move."

Late at night, in the old shed, four people were lying down fully clothed.

Mo Qin rested his head on his arm, with the gun barrel lying beside him, within easy reach.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qi suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to the east.

"There's someone there."