History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 26 Short Stick

She neither rushed to the front row nor hid her skills, but simply maintained a moderate position.

After three laps, I only had some sweat on my forehead, but my breathing was still steady.

But Mo Qin could tell that this woman had a good foundation in running.

His breathing was steady, his arm swings were controlled, and his stride was firm, clearly showing that he knew how to allocate his energy.

He doesn't look like an ordinary person running around aimlessly.

Compared to those in the lead, she wasn't particularly noticeable, but when Li Rusong looked down from above, his gaze still lingered on her.

After this round, half of them will still be able to stand.

Beside the drill ground, hot meals and soup were served, with only a short break allowed.

Mo Qin received the soup, first downed a bowl of hot soup, and then casually grabbed two hot pancakes.

Liu Gao was still panting on the side when he looked up and saw that Mo Qin had already finished half of his meal. He was dumbfounded.

"Brother Qin, how can you still eat like this?"

"Child's play! I used to be on the track and field team."

"Field team???"

Mochin stuffed the last bite of the biscuit into his mouth. "Hmm, you're right! The field team, they just run around the fields."

The second round is a weapons competition.

Liu Gao was the first to step forward.

He held the door panel shield and slammed it into the center of the field, stunning the veteran soldier opposite him who was wielding a single sword.

"What is that thing?"

Liu Gao said very seriously: "Door panel."

"I can tell it's a door panel. I'm asking you why you're carrying this!"

"He blocked the knife and then bumped into someone."

As soon as the two clashed, the opponent slashed the door three times, until his own hand went numb.

Liu Gao didn't say a word, just kept his head down and pushed forward.

a bit.

Two times.

The third time.

The man wielding the knife was forcefully pushed out of the circle, nearly landing hard on his backside in the snow.

The person who was laughing earlier is no longer laughing.

Li Rubai looked at it from a high vantage point and said, "If this thing is used to protect people in the mountains, it's not bad."

Liu Gao slammed the door panel on the ground, panting, and asked, "Do you submit?"

The old soldier looked at the door panel, then at Liu Gao, and gave a wry smile: "This isn't a martial arts contest."

Liu Gao grinned: "As long as we win."

This time, he laughed again on the sidelines.

The second one to appear was Yan Qi.

He didn't take a bow, only two short daggers.

The opponent wields a long, powerful staff, and tries to press down from the start.

Yan Qi did not retreat, but instead burrowed deeper into the staff.

Before anyone could see clearly, he was already in their arms, a dagger pressed against their wrist, and another against their throat.

The one wielding the stick was immediately rendered unable to move.

An old soldier standing nearby whispered, "This isn't a drill ground style; it's a close-quarters combat style from the mountains."

The other person nodded: "This kid is definitely from a hunter's family, and he'll probably be able to recognize tracks."

Yan Qi sheathed the dagger, stepped off the stage, and didn't even catch his breath.

Liu Gao was completely dumbfounded: "This isn't a martial arts contest, this is stealing someone's man."

Yan Qi sheathed the dagger: "You can steal it too."

"Even if I wanted to steal, it would be about the same as demolishing a house."

Lin Jun also played a match.

She actually chose a short stick, and her opponent was a veteran from the former battalion.

The veteran wanted to test her skills, but as soon as the stick entered the room, Lin Jun first looked at her hands, then her shoulders, and didn't rush forward with her feet, only focusing on the path.

The two clashed several times; she didn't play particularly well, but she never lost her composure.

Mochin watched from the sidelines for a few moments, and his expression slowly changed.

This is not the kind of path commonly seen in border troops.

When the Ming army used sticks, they mostly emphasized the stance of the large stick, the appearance, and the techniques of blocking, seizing, sweeping, and chopping. When making a move, they needed to occupy the position and use their footwork to release the full force of the stick.

But Lin Jun's approach clearly doesn't belong to this system.

She almost never bumps into the opposite side head-on, and she rarely swings the stick in a wide arc.

It's more about close-range, angled, and short-range attacks, specifically targeting areas like the hands, wrists, and forearms.

Moreover, the striking distance is kept extremely close, meaning the weapon is touched first, then the hand.

Fight for every inch, and never be greedy for progress, rather than letting the opponent unleash their full power.

Most importantly, her other hand wasn't idle either.

That's not random shaking; it's looking for an opportunity to control and disrupt.

You either press down on the opponent's forearm, block the center line, or take advantage of the opening when you touch them to send your own stick in.

This fighting style is no longer the old-fashioned approach of using long weapons and short sticks, but rather a very typical modern close-quarters short stick system.

Upon seeing this, Mochin immediately understood.

Lin Jun has practiced with short sticks in actual combat, and his skill level is quite high.

It's definitely not just for show, and it's not something you can achieve by taking classes.

She clearly had a sense of angled movement in her footing, never going astray when advancing or retreating.

The stick wasn't just used to smash, but to dismantle the opponent's power structure.

To put it bluntly, she wasn't competing with others to see who was stronger, but rather focusing on rhythm, timing, joints, and nerve responses.

To be able to master the short stick to this level, there must be someone specifically training you.

Moreover, those who taught her were mostly not ordinary amateurs.

After understanding, Mo Qin finally stopped looking down on him.

I was blind before and underestimated Lin Jun.

This woman is probably not a peaceful person in her own world.

During the match, Lin Jun didn't give his opponent much of a chance to adjust.

Taking advantage of the moment the old soldier stopped his stance, she flicked the tip of her stick forward, landing it squarely on his wrist.

The veteran's hand went numb, and his movements slowed down by half a beat.

Lin Jun stepped back.

Point to end.

When it was Mo Qin's turn, Zhao Tou had already squeezed to the front.

"Don't be mean!"

Zhao Tou shouted at him, "Show less skin, but don't show more than a foot!"

Mo Qin nodded.

The first match is against Wang Shitou from the Household Cavalry.

Wang Shitou grinned as soon as he came on stage: "You've already beaten me in laps, do you think you can beat me in weaponry today?"

Mo Qin brandished his spear: "Brother Wang, give it a try."

As soon as the two clashed, Wang Shitou's knife struck with great force.

Several veterans nearby kept a close eye on it.

They remembered from a few days ago that this tall guy was good at using his size to push his way in, but today's approach was different.

Mochin did not force a collapse.

As soon as the knife arrived, his gun pressed against it, wrapping around the knife and pulling it along.

Wang Shitou's knife strike had only deviated by half an inch when the spear tip was already three inches in front of his throat.

Wang Shitou looked down at the tip of the gun, then at Mo Qin, and the smile on his face faded a little.

"OK."

"There are indeed some things."

Someone nearby muttered, "This gun is starting to look decent."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tou glared and said, "What a load of rubbish! You've barely scratched the surface."

But when he said this, he clearly stood up straighter.

The second game was simpler.

When the opponent uses a fork, the footwork becomes unsteady, and the mind becomes uneasy.

Mochin's first three shots were all aimed at the goal, each shot tighter than the last.

The opponent intended to use the fork to block, but as soon as the fourth shot was delivered, the center line was already empty, and he was immediately forced to retreat several steps and go out of the circle.

The noise from the sidelines suddenly increased.

"Which battalion is this tall guy from?"

"The one at the front camp."

"Newly acquired by Zhao Tou."

"No wonder."

"Zhao Tou is a good teacher, and this kid has a good physique. Once he gets his hands on a gun, he'll know exactly what to do."

Han Shouyi didn't reply, but just glanced at Li Rusong.

Li Rusong, however, had a serious expression and simply placed his hand on the edge of the table, as if waiting for the person behind him.

When Mo Qin stepped down, Lin Jun handed him half a bowl of hot soup.

"Not bad, I didn't get drunk today."

Mochin took the soup and drank it all in one gulp: "I am a calm and self-controlled man."

Lin Jun rolled her eyes and said nothing more.

Just then, the voices of several veterans drifted over on the wind from the edge of the drill ground.

"The previous ones were all fine, but Zhou Hu has arrived today as well."

"What's the point of even competing? The best marksman is already in the game, what are the others but extras?"

"He may be just a supporting character, but we still need to see who's worthy of his attention."

"You know what, this tall guy is kind of interesting."

"What's the use of being interesting? Today is a selection of generals. We're going into the mountains to rescue someone. How can Commander Li be confident without having fought Zhou Hu before?"

Another person added in a low voice:

"The Gun King is here, what a spectacle!"

Liu Gao was taken aback and quickly took a step closer.

"Brother Qin."

"Um."

"I feel a little bad for you now."

Mo Qin looked at him questioningly: "Feeling unwell?"

Liu Gao covered his mouth and whispered, "This Zhou Hu is here to kill us."

With a scoff, Mo Qin simply lowered his head and squeezed the gun barrel.

At that moment, the sounds around the training ground subsided and became quiet for a while.

The demographics have also changed.

Like the receding tide, those on the outermost edge first made way, stepping aside half a step.

Then, the middle layer also wisely moved to both sides.

As for the veterans at the very back, they obediently made way for them.

Zhao was still practicing his pole vaulting when he saw the person approaching, and he immediately stopped playing.

Mo Qin raised his head, gripped the gun barrel tightly, and looked at Zhou Hu walking towards him!