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Chapter 52 Reaching the Summit
The red-eyed dog caught the second axe with lightning speed.
As the axe blade pressed down on the gun barrel, his right knee also slammed into Mochin's abdomen.
Mochin remained calm and deflected the force by turning to the side.
The spear shaft slid down the axe blade, and the man turned around, hugging the right side of his opponent.
Zhao Tou taught me.
Stick it to the door, grab the wire.
Don't try to outmuscle heavy objects.
The red-eyed dog reacted quickly, immediately counter-attacking with the axe handle.
With that one move, Mochin was forced to take a half step back.
Behind them, a Japanese soldier was already probing the gun port with a flint and steel.
Seeing this, Liu Gao roared and charged forward with his shield raised.
The shield struck the Japanese soldier squarely in the chest, sending him flying half a foot before he crashed down beside the cannon mount.
Lin Jun also seized the opportunity and slipped out from Liu Gao's side.
He casually swung his sword, but the speed was a tiny bit slower than usual.
The opposing player thought they had encountered a newbie, and even showed a hint of joy in their eyes.
It's now!
He suddenly changed his move halfway through his strike.
Her real trump card was her left hand.
A handful of fine snow mixed with pebbles was slapped directly into the other person's eyes.
The player instinctively closed his eyes.
Only then did Lin Jun truly draw his knife, the blade slicing past the opponent's wrist.
As the fire rope fell to the ground, Liu Gao rushed forward and stomped it out.
Mo Qin heard the commotion behind him and felt much more at ease.
The red-eyed dog, however, stuck to him again.
The axe blade grazed Mochin's shoulder and cleaved half of the armor rope.
Mochin quickly retreated, but his foot slipped.
The red-eyed dog's eyes lit up.
This is the moment he's been waiting for!
The third axe blow came down immediately.
If this axe hits, it will at least sever one shoulder.
At the same time, short thorns slid out from the left sleeve of the red-eyed dog.
One light and one dark!
An axe severed his shoulder, a stab sealed his throat.
This is a killer move.
That's what gave him the confidence to say "Let me do it" on the public chat.
As he dodged the axe, Mochin also saw the short spikes.
Deep within his chest and abdomen, the energy core, which hadn't moved for several days, stirred slightly.
The commotion was small, like a fish quietly turning over in deep water.
In an instant, the wind and snow in Mo Qin's eyes slowed down by half a beat.
It's like watching a movie, where a shot at 24 frames per second suddenly switches to 120 frames per second.
The trajectory of the axe blade, the cold glint of the short spikes, and the approaching red-eyed dog.
And that deadly piece of slippery rock underfoot, at this moment, has all been stretched into a line.
Mochin did not choose to back down.
He let go.
The white wax spear looked as if it were about to slip from my grasp and fall.
A hint of surprise appeared in the red-eyed dog's eyes.
Mochin's right foot was now on the edge of the slippery stone.
He rushed forward along the slippery stone and squeezed in along the inside of the axe blade!
When the white wax spear was halfway down, he grabbed the end with his other hand.
The tip of the spear touched the ground.
Just a flick from below the red-eyed dog's ankle.
Tenderling, upward flicking, wrist strike, throat compression.
Four actions combined into one shot.
The red-eyed dog's short quills were forced to veer off course.
The axe handle slipped from his hand, and his Adam's apple was crushed by the butt of the spear.
The most fatal part was that the tip of the gun pierced his neck from the side and came out at an angle.
Blood splattered on the snow. The red-eyed dog stared in disbelief, its eyes bloodshot and wide open.
He died without understanding how Mochin had managed to squeeze through under his axe.
Mochin was very considerate and put his mouth close to his ear.
"You must have a lot of questions, wondering how I did it. I can tell you, Zhao Zilong taught me!"
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because after saying those words, a gurgling sound came from the throat of the man with the red eyes and a dog-like manner.
He immediately fell to the ground, his head lolling to one side!
The ID of "Red-Eyed Dog" was grayed out in the public chat.
The public chat went silent.
After a long pause, someone finally posted a message:
[Anonymous: I saw the nine-headed bird and fired a shot.]
A while later.
A familiar ID popped up.
[Drinking Horse South of the Yangtze River: He was shot four times in quick succession—in the ankle, wrist, throat, and side of the neck.]
Subsequently, messages from Japanese players exploded across the public chat like water spilling into a frying pan.
[Anonymous: Is the Red-Eyed Dog dead?]
[Anonymous: The gun emplacements are still there! Stop them!]
[Anonymous: Who else is on the flank?]
[Anonymous: Stop them!]
Mochin didn't have time to look; there were other people next to the cannon.
He raised his gun and continued charging forward.
This time, the white wax spear trembled in his hand.
The spear tip split, shooting out a white light through the snow.
The first shot pierces the throat, the second sweeps the knee, and the third strikes the eyebrow.
Every strike was a deadly blow!
Liu Gao stared, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Brother Qin today..."
Lin Jun took a breath.
"Keep an eye on what's in front of you."
"Hold your shields up!"
Liu Gao immediately snapped out of his daze and held the shield horizontally in front of him.
A round of rain fell from the opposite side.
The lion-head shield took three arrows, but this time the fine lines on the shield surface did not crack again.
But Liu Gao's left arm was already numb from the shock.
In an instant, Mochin had reached the gun carriage.
Two Japanese soldiers were holding a gunpowder pouch.
One of them even tried to start a fire.
Yan Qi's arrow shot up from below.
Without bias, it first passed through the back of the man's hand and pinned his hand to the gun carriage.
The screams had barely begun when Mochin arrived.
Without further ado, I slammed the butt of my gun down.
The person's voice trailed off.
Another man knelt down and drew his knife, but Mo Qin rushed up and kicked him to the ground.
Lin Jun rushed up and glanced at the cannon.
"Where's the fuse?"
Liu Gao, who caught up just in time, stepped on a Japanese soldier and pointed to the side.
"here!"
Mochin lowered his head.
Sure enough, there were two wires behind the gun position.
One cannon is connected to the other.
Zero One walked to the side of the mountain road.
The second one is the real killer.
Mochin did not pull it immediately.
He instructed Liu Gao to push the people nearby back.
"Retreat."
Liu Gao was taken aback.
"What?"
"retreat."
Mochin crouched down and carefully used the tip of his gun to pry away the snow.
There was no gunpowder connected to the fuse.
Instead, it was followed by a small copper ring.
There is a wire behind the copper ring.
It will ring if you drag it.
He reached out and slowly brushed away the snow next to the copper ring.
When the finger is less than an inch away from the brass ring.
Mochin stopped.
"Another elaborate scheme."
Lin Jun's eyes turned cold.
"You can't just pull it."
Liu Gao said urgently:
"What should we do then?"
Mochin looked at the gun carriage.
"Disable the cannon first."
He raised his gun and plunged it into the wooden wedge next to the cannon.
The wooden wedge broke, and the cannon tilted.
Liu Gao used his shield to hold back the cannon wheel and pushed himself forward.
The veteran Ming soldiers behind them also rushed up and joined in the prying.
The cannon muzzle slowly shifted away.
Mochin grabbed the wet snow next to him, mixed it with mud, and stuffed it directly into the fire door.
Lin Jun drew his sword and cut off a section of the exposed fuse, but did not touch the part behind the copper ring.
"This is only half-useful."
Mo Qin said:
"Half is enough."
"Tell Commander Han to send the engineers for the rest."
Liu Gao looked towards the mountain path.
"What if they order now?"
Mochin did not answer.
He suddenly looked up.
Above the mountainside, a figure draped in a white snow cloak was retreating.
The man was holding a piece of fire rope.
The distance isn't short.
Yan Qi had just changed positions when his angle was blocked by the rocks.
Mo Qin's eyes turned cold.
He lowered the white wax spear in his hand.
Lin Jun immediately looked at him.
"What are you going to do?"
Mochin did not answer.
He took a step forward, and the white wax spear flew out of his hand!
It's not the straight-line type of javelin throwing.
Instead, it slid out along the rocky slope.
The gun barrel first struck an exposed rock, bounced half a foot up, then grazed a piece of broken wood, changing direction slightly.
It seemed like a coincidence, yet it wasn't.
The final flying spear landed perfectly in front of the white cloak.
The man stopped in his tracks.
Just as they stopped, Yan Qi's arrow arrived.
The arrow pierced his shoulder.
The fire rope fell to the ground.
Mochin opened his right hand.
The white wax spear rolled halfway down the slope, but he stepped forward and grabbed it.
It's so natural.
It was as natural as if he had simply chased after the gun to retrieve it.
But Lin Jun saw it, and Liu Gao saw it too.
On the mountain, another player also saw it.
A message slowly appeared in the public chat.
[Anonymous: What happened with that gunshot just now?]
No one answered.
The next moment, the ID "Yinma Jiangnan" flashed again.
[Drinking Horse South of the Yangtze River: Don't ask.]
At the same time, in Pyongyang, on a building on the north side.
Yinma Jiangnan put down the Zeiss Victory HT series binoculars he had bought at a high price, and his face looked rather grim.
Several Japanese soldiers around him were still keeping an eye on the direction of Mudan Peak.
Someone asked:
"Did you see it clearly?"
Drinking water in Jiangnan did not answer.
He couldn't see it clearly, so he didn't want to answer.
This newcomer has been growing at an astonishing rate since he came into this world!
It was so fast it sent chills down my spine.
Did I choose the wrong side?
Thinking of this, Yinma Jiangnan picked up the cold tea on the table, only to find that his hands were colder than the tea.
He put down the tea and glanced at the wooden plaque on the corner of the table.
The four corners of the wooden plaque have been rounded, and three intersecting wave patterns are carved on the front.
He turned the wooden plaque over, face down, and pressed it into the old marks on the table.
Someone nearby was still cursing:
"How could the red-eyed dog die so quickly?"
"The flank gun positions are useless, and what about the Prince's side..."
He was interrupted by the sound of drinking water from Jiangnan.
"Stop saying that in the public chat."
The man was taken aback.
Why?
Drinking from the river, he looked up at the figure holding a gun on the distant hillside.
"Because he's watching."
The man's expression changed slightly.
"Who?"
He drank from the river south of the Yangtze River but did not answer.
On Peony Peak, the main battlefield has been completely annihilated.
Wu Weizhong had already led the southern troops and successfully breached the first wooden palisade.
The Japanese soldiers retreated to the second earthen rampart.
The muskets fired again, and the arrows flew even faster.
A Southern soldier had just climbed over the wooden fence when he was shot in the abdomen.
Before he fell, he used his halberd to hook a Japanese soldier's foot and drag him down.
The knife-wielders behind rushed forward and slit his throat.
Wu Weizhong stepped forward personally.
"Hold it down!"
His voice rose for the first time.
The southern soldiers marched forward in unison.
The Japanese troops on the mountaintop panicked when they saw that the artillery positions on the flanks had fallen silent.
They had been holding their ground very well.
Because we knew that the cannon on the right would fire sooner or later.
As soon as the cannon fired, the Ming army's mountain path was cut off, the front ranks were thrown into chaos, and the rear ranks were pushed together again.
At that time, they attacked from above, and their blows could crush this mountain-attacking army like beans in a millstone.
But the cannon is already useless.
Wu Weizhong keenly observed this gap.
He didn't ask who pulled the cannon.
On the battlefield, there is no time to thank anyone.
He simply raised his knife.
"Go again!"
The southern soldiers pushed forward again.
The rattan shield pressed down on the earthen mound, long spears emerged from the gaps in the shield, and halberds forcefully pushed the chevaux-de-frise aside.
Just then, a volley of muskets fired from the mountaintop.
boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Two of Wu Weizhong's personal guards fell to the ground.
A lead bullet grazed the gap in the rattan shield and struck Wu Weizhong squarely in the chest.
He was completely stunned.
Blood immediately gushed out from under the armor.
The person next to him changed his expression drastically.
"Wu the Guerrilla!"
Wu Weizhong glanced down at it.
Blood was already dripping down the nail plate.
But he didn't back down, and he didn't even look at it a second time.
He simply switched the knife to his other hand and pushed away the person who tried to help him.
"What are you helping me up for!"
"The formation is still intact!"
He took half a step forward, his voice much hoarse.
"Enter!!!"
This caused even Mo Qin, who was in the distance, to turn around and take a look.
Blood flowed freely from Wu Weizhong's chest, yet he remained perfectly still.
When someone is injured, the first thing to panic is often not the knife.
It's an eye!
His eyes were clear.
So the soldiers around him didn't panic.
Mo Qin suddenly remembered Zhao Tou's lame leg.
I remember Zhao Tou standing in the snow, holding his training pole, cursing him.
These old guys are all incredibly stubborn.
They're all incredibly resilient!
They're even more ruthless now than before.
The Ming army's momentum was astonishing, and the Japanese soldiers began to retreat.
Just as the Southern soldiers were about to press down on the second earthen rampart, a section of the breach on the left side suddenly collapsed.
Several Japanese soldiers rushed out from the side and rear.
They didn't want to kill Wu Weizhong; they wanted to break through the middle section of the rattan shield formation.
Once the middle section breaks off, the front and back sections become disconnected, and the formation on the slope will disintegrate.
Just then, a figure rushed up from behind.
It was none other than the guerrilla general, Qi Jin.
He had been positioned to the side and slightly behind.
They did not seize Wu Weizhong's order.
There was no credit taken from the front.
At this moment, with the breach opened, he was like a knife that had been sheathed for a long time, suddenly drawn from its sheath.
He remained silent, then, knife in hand, he crashed into the breach.
The first cut is to sever the wrist.
The second blow landed on his face.
The third blow sent the man and his gun crashing back down to the earthen rampart.
Several Southern soldiers following behind him immediately filled in.
The gap only lasted a short while.
Then it closed again.
Mo Qin was shocked by what he saw.
So cool!
Those three strikes were both swift and steady!
Qi Jin only turned around and said one sentence:
"Keep up with it."
The Southern soldiers behind them responded in unison.
On the right side of the mountainside, Han Shouyi had already arrived with his men.
Upon seeing the abandoned gun emplacement and the severed fuse, he paused for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief.
He crouched down and took a look, and he understood. The veteran didn't need much explanation.
"Those bastards."
Lin Jun then pointed towards the path.
"Don't go that way."
There might be something under the snow.
Han Shouyi looked at her.
Are you sure?
Lin Jun paused for a moment.
"I'm sure."
Mochin then added:
"I'm sure too."
Han Shouyi didn't waste any words.
"Two people, please!"
"Keep a close eye on this line."
"No one is allowed to step on that path without my permission."
"Where are the engineers?"
"Call the engineers up!"
Several veterans immediately went down to relay the order.
Han Shouyi then looked at Mo Qin.
"Can you still move?"
Mo Qin smiled.
"Don't underestimate me. I'm in great spirits right now!"
"Then don't stand there."
Han Shouyi pointed upwards.
"Guerrilla Wu is injured."
"Qi Jin has filled in."
"There's someone pressing down on the side."
"Go and block up that opening over there."
Mochin held his gun horizontally.
"clear."
Liu Gao immediately followed, and Lin Jun moved accordingly.
Mo Qin glanced at her.
"You follow behind."
Lin Jun frowned.
"I'm fine."
"Listen to me this time!"
Lin Jun looked at him and then nodded.
"OK."
When Yan Qi caught up from below, his quiver was already half empty.
Before he could catch his breath, he saw Mo Qin rushing towards the gap on the left, so he naturally started to circle around to the right.
First shoot the torches, then shoot the people.
Once the torches went out, the Japanese soldiers lost sight of the enemy.
Mochin strode to the breach.
There are more Japanese soldiers here than at the artillery positions.
There were two other players mixed in.
One held a long knife, and the other a short gun.
They clearly recognized Moqin, and the longsword player's expression changed drastically.
"Nine-headed bird!!!"
Mochin stabbed down the Japanese soldier blocking his way with a single shot.
"Calling me grandpa won't help."
The short-gun player roared and aimed his spear directly at Mo Qin's lower body.
Before Mo Qin could move, Liu Gao's shield came up from the side.
The short spear struck the shield with a muffled thud.
Mochin used the shield to cover himself, and the white wax spear protruded from above the shield.
The spearhead, like a snake, aimed at the short-range gunner's eyes.
The other person quickly leaned back.
Lin Jun emerged from under the shield again.
She was a beat too slow again.
The longsword player's eyes lit up. Seeing that it was a woman, he subconsciously assumed that this side was the weakest!
He even took a step closer to Lin Jun.
This is the step.
Yan Qi's arrow has arrived.
The arrow shot directly at the tiger's mouth of his knife-wielding hand.
The longsword user's hand went numb.
Lin Jun's knife was now half a beat faster.
The short knife slashed across the knee of the player with the short gun.
The short-range gunner fell to his knees, and Mo Qin used the butt of his gun to sweep across, smashing his throat.
The longsword user turned and retreated.
He doesn't want to fight anymore!
The red-eyed dog is dead.
The gun emplacement is gone too.
This gap can't be held!
But as soon as he took two steps back, the torch went out.
Yan Qi's second arrow flew from the darkness and struck his shoulder.
The longsword player's body tilted to the side.
Mochin's gun, first press down on the knife.
Close-quarters, grab the door.
The longsword user watched helplessly as the spear shaft slid in along the back of his blade.
The spear tip pierced through the side of the hilt, then nestled into the chest along the seam of the armor.
Mo Qin pushed hard, and the other person's eyes opened.
The ID lit up briefly, while Matsushita Well went gray.
It was an ordinary name, and his death was just as ordinary.
On the battlefield, most people die ordinary deaths.
Even if he is a player.
Mochin drew his gun and kicked the body down the slope.
Without stopping, he led Liu Gao onward.
Within five meters, the aura of war seemed to be heated by blood and the sound of drums.
Liu Gao felt that his left arm had been very numb just now, but now he could lift it up.
Lin Jun felt that her movements had become easier to control.
When Yan Qi switched positions, the breath she took was smoother than usual.
Mochin himself also sensed it.
I knew all along that in a place like this, even a little bit of positive buff could determine life or death!
Next, Liu Gao used his shield to smash through the Japanese soldiers, Lin Jun finished them off, Yan Qi extinguished the fire, and Mo Qin killed his way through.
This small section of the flank was finally breached by the attack of the four men and the Ming veterans who followed.
But Mo Qin knew very well that the heroes who made this breakthrough were Wu Weizhong's row of rattan shields.
On the main battlefield, Wu Weizhong was still overseeing the battle.
Qi Jin filled the gap and kept suppressing it.
The Southern soldiers have already climbed the second earthen rampart.
The remaining Japanese soldiers began to retreat towards the mountaintop.
The shouts on the mountain were chaotic.
The Ming army's drumbeats grew increasingly steady.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Li Rusong watched from the foot of the mountain.
Zhou Hu stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the right side of the mountainside.
Only after seeing that the gun emplacement had completely fallen silent did he whisper:
"The side gun is useless."
Li Rusong did not ask who it was.
He only asked:
"Where's the road?"
Zhou Hu watched for a while.
"Han Shouyi has sealed it off."
Li Rusong nodded.
"it is good."
Then, he looked up at the top of Peony Peak.
Wu Weizhong was injured.
Qi Jin filled the gap.
The southern troops continued their advance.
Another incense stick burned.
The first Japanese flag on the mountaintop fell.
Then, the second side, and the third side.
The front ranks of the Ming army finally reached the highest point.
A Southern soldier rushed to the edge of the mountaintop, half-kneeling down to plant a small Ming army flag into the frozen soil.
It wasn't inserted properly the first time.
He pulled it out, then thrust it in hard once more.
This time, the flagpole finally stood up.
With a gust of wind, the flag suddenly unfurled.
The Ming soldiers below the mountain let out a low growl.
"Take it!"
"Peony Peak has been captured!"
On the walls of Pyongyang, the torches of the Japanese soldiers were in disarray.
Mochin stood on the side of the mountainside, his white wax spear covered in blood.
Lin Jun walked over to him and glanced at his hand.
Lin Jun withdrew his gaze.
"Don't mention Zhao Zilong next time."
Mochin didn't laugh either.
"Huh? You heard me! Who am I talking about?"
Lin Jun looked at the mountaintop.
"Speak about yourself."
Mo Qin paused for a moment.
"Is there a difference?"
Lin Jun did not answer.
She simply turned her head and looked down at Pyongyang city.
Liu Gao carried the shield over, looking at the fine lines on its surface with heartache.
The Zhejiang soldier with the rattan shield who was leading the attack on the mountain passed by him and glanced down at him.
"It's not broken."
Liu Gao slung the shield over his shoulder.
"I told you it's still usable."
The Zhejiang soldier nodded, said nothing more, and turned to follow his own team.
Before leaving, he tapped his rattan shield with his knuckles.
A very soft, muffled thud.
Liu Gao looked down at his lion-head shield and subconsciously tapped the edge of the shield with his thumb.
Two voices.
A light one.
One sinks.
Neither of them broke.
Liu Gao muttered to himself:
"I'll have to tell Wang Tou later that our shields clashed with the rattan shields from the south."
Yan Qi passed by.
"He's not as talkative as you."
Liu Gao didn't react.
"What do you mean?"
No one answered him.
Mochin reached out and touched the crack in the lion-head shield.
"Can they hold out until the siege begins?"
Liu Gao slammed his shield down.
"able."
Mochin looked at him.
Don't be a show-off.
Liu Gao was taken aback.
Why is Brother Qin's way of speaking starting to resemble Zhao Tou's?
Mo Qin had already turned around and was looking at the person on the side of the mountain peak.
On the bare rock, the man was also looking at him.
Wearing a dark cloak, his hand rested on the hilt of a knife.
The two exchanged a glance, then he turned and disappeared into the darkness behind the mountain.
Yan Qi stood not far away, also looking in that direction.
Mo Qin whispered two words.
"Your Highness."
Down the mountain, the central army flag fluttered.
Li Rusong looked at the Ming army flag on Peony Peak.
The northern eye has been gouged out by the Ming army.
Li Rusong said in a muffled voice.
"Next, we should take the city."