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Chapter 57 Conquest of Pyongyang
boom!
This cannonball, seemingly sent down from the heavens, missed the musketeer but struck the wooden frame on the city wall.
The wooden beams were torn off, and splinters of wood and stone chips were blasted up together.
Less than half a second later, the musket fired.
The lead pellet grazed Mochin's ear and flew past.
It was hot, like being roasted by fire.
First comes the heat, then the pain.
Half of my ear looked like it had been cut by a piece of red-hot iron.
Blood instantly flowed down behind his ear and down his neck.
But the most dangerous thing wasn't the wound, but the ringing in my ears.
The world on the left has fallen silent.
The shouts of battle, the sounds of cannons, and the whistling of arrows were all muffled inside a large urn.
Buzz.......
The huge commotion didn't even make Mochin blink.
The man was three feet below the city wall, with a swaying siege ladder beneath his feet.
Behind them were rows of Ming soldiers pushing upwards, and above them were muskets, stones, Japanese swords, and oil.
Just kidding, blinking now would mean certain death.
Fight!
He slammed his right foot down on the ladder, grabbed the edge of the battlements with his left hand, and pressed the white wax spear under his arm.
A long spear cannot be used as a long spear on the city wall.
Zhao Tou taught me that the area is spacious, and the guns should be long.
The space is narrow, so the guns need to be short.
It's not that the gun is short, it's that people need to know how to use a long gun in a short way.
Holding his breath, Mo Qin twisted his shoulders and back, transforming himself into a bouncy ball.
He sprang off the ladder and flipped himself up onto the battlements.
The musketeer had just fired his gun when a shadow appeared before him.
He didn't even have time to shout.
Mochin's left foot had already landed on the edge of the city wall, and the butt of his spear slammed down.
The butt of the gun, carrying his momentum as he charged up the city wall, struck the musketeer squarely in the jaw.
A snap.
Teeth, blood, and half a tongue flew out together.
The enemy fell backward, his musket still on the ground.
Mo Qin then casually flicked the gun, hooking it under his foot and stomping on it heavily.
The second Japanese soldier rushed in from the right, slashing horizontally with his Japanese sword, cutting off Mo Qin's left arm as he was gripping the crenellation.
Mo Qin did not dodge.
He lowered his left shoulder forward, avoiding the sharpest point of the blade, gripped the gun barrel short, and thrust it forward from under his armpit.
A pole struck the Japanese soldier in the chest.
The cotton armor collapsed inwards, and the person flew backwards.
It knocked over a Japanese soldier who was carrying a stone.
Before the third enemy could even get around his fallen comrade, Mochin strode forward and flicked his spear upwards.
The spear tip went in through the chin and came out through the back of the neck.
The force was so great that the Japanese soldier was lifted half an inch off the ground.
Without drawing his gun, Mo Qin casually flung the body toward the wooden frame beside him.
The corpse crashed into the wooden frame, and the two oil dumpers behind it were immediately knocked off balance.
The oil drums were still at their feet.
Mo Qin's eyes turned cold.
He didn't come here to kill anyone.
Killing was just something he did on a whim.
He needs to seize the ladder first.
He twirled the white wax spear in his palm, lowered the long shaft, and charged forward, his entire body pressed against the battlements.
The first soldier to pour oil had just grabbed the oil drum when the tip of his gun pierced through the top of the drum and lodged in his shoulder.
Before the other man could scream, Mo Qin twisted the gun barrel to the right, using the bone in his shoulder socket to turn the man half a circle.
The oil drum slipped from his grasp.
Mo Qin raised his knee and thrust it forward.
The oil drum crashed into the wooden frame next to it, spilling the dark brown oil halfway across the frame.
The second soldier who was pouring oil drew his short knife and tried to stab him, but Mochin swung his spear back and smashed it into the soldier's wrist that was holding the knife.
Wrist bone shattered, dagger fell.
Taking half a step forward, Mo Qin bumped into his face with his shoulder.
The man's nose bridge collapsed, and the back of his head hit the wooden frame beam before he slid down softly.
Finally, there was a moment of respite on this short stretch of the city wall.
But it was only a breath.
"superior!"
Mochin couldn't hear what he was shouting.
My left ear was still ringing, while my right ear was filled with the sounds of cannons and screams.
But he knew he had shouted.
Because someone responded from below the city.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Han Shouyi's loud voice exploded from below.
"The ladder is open! Follow him! Don't let him stand up there alone!"
The siege ladder trembled.
The Ming troops below quickened their pace and began to surge upwards.
The Japanese soldiers on the city wall also realized what was happening.
"The Ming dynasty has arrived!"
"Kill him!"
"Push the ladder! Push the ladder!"
A dozen or so Japanese soldiers pressed in from both sides of the city road.
Some people brandished knives, some held spears, and some turned unfired muskets upside down and used them as clubs to smash others.
Further away, a Japanese player was reaching out to grab a small flag on the ground, trying to reorganize this section of the city wall.
Mochin stepped to the top of the stairs.
The white wax spear was held horizontally in front of him, its tip pointing downwards and its butt pointing diagonally at the battlements.
His ear was still bleeding.
Blood streamed down his neck and into his collar, burning hot.
"A bunch of scum, come and die!"
Nobody understood.
But they understood the gesture.
This is clearly not a defensive posture; the Ming army is still planning to advance.
"Die!" the first Japanese soldier shouted, thrusting his spear forward.
Mochin gripped the spear shaft with a short grip, raised the spear tip one notch from below, pressed down on the spear shaft, and rammed his body inward.
The spear was too long, and the city road was too narrow.
With his pressure, the spear tip veered off course and went outside the battlements.
The Japanese soldier tried to draw his spear, but Mo Qin quickly closed in, sweeping the butt of his spear across, striking the soldier squarely in the temple.
The person collapsed on the spot.
The second Japanese soldier, taking advantage of his sweeping spear, slashed him in the waist from the left.
Just as the knife was halfway down, Mo Qin's right foot stepped on the chest of the first corpse, and with the force of the movement, he twisted the gun barrel back along his waist.
Smash his hand directly.
The blade grazed past Mo Qin's cotton armor, narrowly missing its mark, and sliced through the outer layer of fabric.
At the same time, the gun barrel struck the back of the opponent's hand.
The back of his hand collapsed.
The knife fell.
Mochin's spear tip, barbed, pierced the opponent's throat.
The third and fourth ones come at once.
One raised a knife to behead, the other thrust a short spear into the abdomen.
Mochin did not choose to retreat; the ladder was right behind him.
If we retreat even half a step, the Ming soldiers who have just climbed up below will be cut down.
A true man should forge ahead without hesitation!
So he stepped forward!
The pistol arrived first.
Mo Qin loosened his left hand for a moment, the white wax spear slid half a foot in his palm, and the butt of the spear tapped downwards, knocking away the short spear tip.
The next moment, he suddenly clenched his right hand and thrust the tip of the gun to the left.
The stabbing hand.
The knife-wielder was pierced through the chest.
Mo Qin pushed forward along the gun barrel, shoving the knife-wielder's corpse onto the pistol-wielder.
The two collided.
Mo Qin raised his foot and kicked hard!
The corpses rolled together with the living people toward the edge of the battlements.
The pistolman's body was half-flipped out, his hands flailing wildly.
Mochin didn't fire a follow-up shot, but instead stepped on his fingers.
His joints shattered, and he fell off the city wall.
A battle cry erupted from below the city.
That was the roar of the Ming army after they saw the breach in the city wall.
"Mochin!"
"First come, first served!!"
"Go up! Go up!"
On the other side of the city wall, the Japanese player finally grabbed the small flag and was about to raise it.
Mochin had already seen it, that splash of flag color.
Trouble!
If the flag is raised, the riotous soldiers will regroup.
He reached his left hand to his waist.
The three pebbles were something Zhao Tou insisted he carry.
I haven't practiced much, and the last time I hit someone with a tile was pure luck!
But the situation is urgent!
We can't worry about that now!
Mo Qin gripped one of the coins, his wrist slightly lowered, his waist exerting force, his eyes seeing first, his hand following.
Pebbles flew out.
Snapped!
It hit the player right in the face.
The bridge of his nose was shattered, and blood vessels burst open.
Before the flag could be raised, the person fell backward.
Before it even landed, the second pebble arrived.
This one hit his wrist.
The small flag slipped from my hand and floated down the city wall.
He rushed over, raised his foot, and stomped the player's wrist into a crack in the city bricks.
Click.
The bones are broken.
The man screamed in agony.
Mochin's spear tip fell, piercing the throat.
The sound stopped.
When Yan Qi looked up from below the city, he also saw that flag.
Someone else tried to take the flag, but he shot them directly.
An arrow emerged from the swirling smoke, pierced the Japanese soldier's wrist, and pinned his hand to the wooden planks of the battlement.
The Japanese soldiers screamed in agony.
The second, deadly arrow followed immediately.
Directly to the throat.
The person was hanging on the wooden board. It twitched twice, then stopped moving.
Yan Qi squatted behind the rocks, his right knee on the ground and his left foot on a broken brick.
Since the start of the siege, his quiver has been nearly half empty, his fingers are bleeding from the bowstring, and his tiger's mouth has split open.
But he didn't look at his injuries at all.
"Mochin is under a lot of pressure right now, he can't worry about anything else..."
The next five seconds!
The first arrow, a torch.
The second arrow, from the musket assistant.
The third arrow, the archer with half an eye showing behind the wooden frame.
The fourth arrow was aimed at the wrist of the Japanese soldier holding the stone.
The fifth arrow is aimed at the person who went to pick up the small flag.
The sixth arrow came from the musketeer on the right battlement of the city wall, who was crouching down aiming at the foot of the ladder.
Before the seventh arrow had even left the bowstring, the eighth arrow was already caught between his fingers.
A barrage of arrows.
It's not the kind of fancy skill of shooting three arrows with one bow, as described in martial arts legends.
It's simply about speed.
Before anyone could even see where the first arrow landed, the second arrow was already nocked, and the third arrow was already waiting at the fingertips.
Lin Jun had just rolled halfway up when he saw this scene.
She was originally going to remind Yan Qi to change positions because there were archers on the city wall who had already noticed him.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself from saying them.
Yan Qi fired his seventh arrow.
The archer on the city wall had just lowered his arrow when it pierced his eye socket.
The eighth arrow followed closely behind, piercing the gap in the wooden frame next to it, from which a muffled groan came out.
Lin Jun gave Yan Qi a deep look. Although they had been living together for so long, they were still very much together.
But it seems I've never really understood him.
The speed at which the bowstring is drawn continuously, the target is searched continuously, and the timing of the enemy's appearance is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.
At least, he wasn't like the ordinary person she imagined.
Yan Qi has entered a state of flow.
He grabbed a Japanese soldier's quiver from the ground, bit open the rope with his teeth, and poured the arrows inside into his half-empty quiver.
His wrist was scraped and bleeding from the gravel, which he casually wiped on his clothes.
Keep shooting.
A line of text popped up on the public screen.
[Anonymous: Don't show your face, something's wrong with the archers shooting from below the city.]
The next moment, another message appeared after that one.
[Anonymous: That's outrageous! He doesn't even glance at the arrow twice before shooting!]
Lin Jun looked away.
Now is not the time to ask questions.
Using both her hands and feet, she scaled the low wall and climbed onto the city wall.
As soon as they landed, a Japanese soldier pounced on them from the side.
Lin Jun took half a step back, the short knife close to his forearm with the tip pointing outwards, and shifted his body to the right.
The Japanese soldier missed with his sword strike, shifting his weight forward.
Lin Jun's blade grazed past the back of his knee.
A broken tendon forces a person to kneel!
The second cut went in cleanly and neatly, close to the nail seam.
She didn't look at the body much, but turned to look at Mo Qin first.
Ginji Kito has arrived.
His knife emerged from the smoke.
There was no shouting or posing.
A simple strike, a single slash, diagonally cuts Mo Qin's right wrist.
He didn't behead, cut off the chest, or cut off the waist.
Cut off the hand holding the gun directly.
In Japanese battlefield swordsmanship, the worst thing to do is to rush the center line when facing a long weapon.
If you can't win the fight, cut off their hands, fingers, and gun routes.
Kito Ginji's sword was not as heavy as Akame Inu's axe, nor was it Zhou Hu's kingly fighting style.
But it was cold and damp.
It's as cold as the undercurrents beneath the surface of the sea in Hokkaido during winter.
Mochin's spear tip had just been pulled from a Japanese soldier's chest when his knife was already at his wrist.
He immediately returned the ball to his starting position.
when!
The blade struck the white wax spear shaft.
The white wax spear vibrated.
Ghost Head's wrist sank, and the blade did not bounce off, but slid down the gun barrel, cutting towards Mo Qin's fingers.
Mo Qin's pupils contracted; was he about to cut the ball close to the post?
He immediately loosened his right hand slightly, pressed down on the lever with his left hand, and the gun barrel rotated in his palm.
The blade grazed the knuckles, cutting through the glove and drawing a line of blood.
First, create some distance!
Mo Qin raised his knee and struck the ghost's lower abdomen.
As if they had already met, Gui Tou took a half step back.
This distance is just enough to avoid a knee strike.
At the same time, he thrust his right foot diagonally, turned the tip of his knife, and slashed upwards at Mo Qin's armpit.
Mochin slammed down with the butt of his spear, pressing down on the back of the blade.
The ghost head won't fight for this moment.
With a quick retraction of the blade, he slid sideways, his entire body pressed against the gun barrel, and with his next strike, aimed for Mo Qin's ankle.
Mochin finally understood.
His approach is to dissect and break down the concepts.
Wrists, fingers, armpits, ankles, and the backs of the knees.
Each stab wasn't aimed at killing, but rather at dismantling Mochin's gun, turning him from a skilled gunman into a wounded soldier who could only fight with his fists.
"As expected, it matches my stereotype of the Japanese!"
The ghost head's eyes flickered upon hearing this.
But he was quick; the knife arrived first.
A single, decisive strike.
Mochin intercepted with the tip of his gun.
The blade stopped abruptly half an inch in front of the spear tip.
The next instant, he flicked a chip out of his sleeve with his left hand.
The target wasn't Chong Moqin, but Lin Jun who had rushed over to provide support.
The chip, hidden in the smoke, traced an extremely thin arc, cutting straight towards Lin Jun's throat.
Lin Jun had just killed a Japanese soldier on the road, and hadn't even sheathed his dagger yet.
Her moves were outdated, and there was no time to dodge.
Mochin saw it too.
He quickly changed tactics; his gun was clearly pointed directly at the ghost's head.
But then, his body twisted violently.
The white waxwood spear shaft suddenly rose horizontally, like a crossbeam, blocking Lin Jun's path.
Ding!
The chips hit the gun barrel and bounced away.
Almost simultaneously, Ginji Kito unleashed his true killing move.
This is the moment he's been waiting for.
Mo Qin was distracted by Lin Jun, and his gun shot opened up, revealing the center.
The blade aimed straight for Mo Qin's ribs.
There was no way to avoid it, but Mochin had no intention of hiding from it either.
With a sudden drop in his waist and hips, his ribs were shoved hard by the blade, and his left shoulder slammed forward.
puff!
The blade cut through the cotton armor and flesh.
But it didn't penetrate to the bone.
Mochin's shoulder strike has arrived.
boom!
The ghost head was knocked back two steps, and the soles of its boots scraped against the city bricks, leaving two wet streaks.
His eyes changed for the first time.
That's not right.
He knew that the Nine-Headed Bird was strong.
But after a direct confrontation, Kito realized that the rumors were still an overstatement.
This is no ordinary combat-oriented player.
Even among non-professional combat players, there are monsters who specialize in only one area.
This person has a system of marksmanship.
Although it's not perfect yet, the framework is already in place. It knows how to seize the line, how to press the pole, and how to use a long spear for close-quarters combat in narrow spaces.
This person also has a sense of strategy.
He didn't just focus on killing people; he stayed at the top of the ladder so that the Ming soldiers behind could come up.
This person still has a body, a body that is almost unreasonable.
He was stabbed in the ribs and did not retreat.
His ear was grazed by a musket, repeatedly.
The most outrageous thing is that after forcibly twisting his waist to save someone, he used his shoulder to bump himself away.
Is this guy some kind of secret weapon of the China Alliance?!
Is he a fake newcomer?
Qingliu would tell himself that this was his first world!
Do not!
This is a conspiracy! The Qingliu Society is deliberately giving us false information to weaken us!
Why?! He's so strong!
Why is this world so unfair?!
Ginji Kito's original world is not ancient Japan.
He comes from modern Japan, and his family lives in a small seaside town in Hokkaido.
My father was a fisherman, and so was my grandfather.
What he was most familiar with when he was a child was not knives, but nets, ropes, the cold seawater, and the docks that were still dark at three in the morning.
They became players in the amusement park, hoping for a better chance of survival.
After barely surviving the first world, he went to learn kendo!
But he has no talent for swordsmanship.
The teacher said that.
His hands are too clumsy, his shoulders too stiff, and his feet too slow.
His family had no samurai blood.
To survive, he paid for his own education, hired tutors, bought old books, watched videos, and searched for restoration schools of thought, throwing money and time into it.
He can learn something in three tries, but others can learn it in thirty.
He could understand the hidden meaning at a glance, but he only managed to memorize half an inch after his hand swelled up from being hit with a wooden knife.
He practiced very slowly.
Therefore, he hates those who are born strong the most.
They also know best how to kill those who are naturally strong.
But the person in front of me...
Mochin saw it; his left ear was still bleeding, but he was laughing like a wild beast.
"You can't do it."
Ghost Head understood those three words.
He raised his knife again.
This time, he slid forward and cleaved the knife down from the upper right.
Mochin gun barrels are now on the shelves.
Swords and spears clashed.
With a flick of his wrist, the blade sliced down along the inside of the spear shaft, still aiming to cut off the hand.
This time, Mochin didn't let go; instead, he pressed forward.
The gun barrel made a scraping sound as it was pressed against the blade, and Mo Qin's muscles bulged as he forcefully pushed the blade back.
Gui Tou's eyes twitched.
The two sides are too far apart in strength.
He immediately changed tactics, slicing his body to the left, trying to get around the middle of the gun barrel.
Mochin's right foot had already blocked his outside.
The spear tip doesn't chase people; the shaft pushes horizontally.
Gui Tou was forced to take another half step back.
But as he retreated, his left hand moved again.
The second chip was thrown out.
This time it wasn't Lin Jun.
He was a Ming army standard-bearer who had just climbed up the ladder.
The flag bearer held onto the battlement with one hand and carried the small flag with the other.
The chips were slicing into his hand.
Mochin saw it.
But this time, it's hopeless.
The reason... well, it's because Liu Gao arrived.
Fuck your mother!
Liu Gao, shield in hand, leaned half his body out from the top of the ladder.
Four arrows were already stuck in the shield.
An arrow grazed his shoulder, its shaft swaying as he climbed the ladder.
Another one pierced the edge of the shield, almost touching his face.
He saw the chips flying towards him, but had no idea what they were.
But he knew something was there, so he went to the flag bearer.
The shield was raised upwards.
Ding!
The chip struck the metal shield, leaving a white mark.
Liu Gao groaned, his left arm tingling and numb from the shock, but he didn't take a step back.
Wait until he climbs onto the city wall.
He slammed the shield to the left of the ladder entrance, and then lay there horizontally.
"Brother Qin!"
Mochin did not turn around.
"Left flank!"
"clear!"
The Japanese soldiers charged at him with their swords, but the swords struck the shield.
Following the method taught to him by Nanbing Teng, Liu Gao lowered his shoulder and slid the shield face to the side.
The blade slid open.
The shield's corner pressed down on the Japanese soldier's shoulder.
In the past, he would have just run into it.
Now take a half step forward, press your knee against the opponent's thigh, hook your shield at their shoulder, and twist your waist.
The Japanese soldiers were forced onto the battlements.
With a roar, Liu Gao pushed the shield outwards.
The Japanese soldiers simply scaled the city wall.
The next Japanese soldier lunged from the side, and Liu Gao quickly retracted his shield, revealing a short sword beneath it, which plunged into the enemy's abdomen.
That was a poorly executed stab.
But it's ruthless enough.
Now, he has become a true shield bearer!
The flag bearer, not yet twenty, was shielded behind him, his face covered in ash, his lips trembling.
Liu Gao glanced at him.
"Don't be afraid! Stay calm."
As Liu Gao shoved aside the charging Japanese soldiers, he roared:
"You're carrying a flag, not a feather duster!"
The flag bearer's eyes immediately reddened.
He clutched the small flag and gritted his teeth as he crawled forward.
There are four people now.
Mochin was ahead.
Liu Gao's left mouth.
Lin Jun's flank.
At the foot of Yanqi City.
The ladder entrance has finally stabilized.
Ghost Head could also tell that things were not going well.
We can't delay any longer; we must decide the winner in the next round!
If we delay for another ten breaths (about thirty seconds), this section of the city wall will become the bridgehead for the Ming army.
Kito Ginji's eyes were cold, and his body suddenly slumped down.
He pressed his blade against the middle of the white wax spear, then stepped into Mo Qin's right blind spot, his left shoulder pressed against the spear shaft.
He tried to push his spear against the battlements, preventing Mochin from turning around.
This is a very professional move; long spears are vulnerable to being stuck close.
Especially since the city walls are narrow, once a spear is pressed against the edge of the crenellations, the spearhead becomes useless.
Mochin also knew.
So he released his right hand and fired.
But his left hand still gripped the butt of the gun, while his right hand grabbed directly at the ghost's wrist.
Ghost Head immediately withdrew his wrist.
It's a little late!
Mo Qin's five fingers brushed against the back of his hand, tearing off a piece of flesh.
In excruciating pain, the Ghost Head Blade's path became chaotic.
Mochin used the same tactic again, ramming his right shoulder into it.
This time, Gui Tou was prepared, taking a step back to deflect most of the force.
But Mochin wasn't going to knock him away.
He was to retreat to the edge of that oil field.
Those were the oil drums that Mo Qin had overturned earlier; the oil had spread along the city bricks and stuck to the fragments of the wooden frame.
With a flick of the butt of the gun, Mo Qin sent a burning piece of oilcloth flying.
The tarpaulin fell to the ground.
With a loud bang.
A wall of fire shot up from the side of the ghost head.
The ghost's retreat route was cut off.
Mochin stepped forward through the fire.
The white wax spear emerged from the firelight.
The shot went straight for his chest.
The demon head parried with a horizontal sword.
The spear tip and the blade collided, sparks and oil fire mingling together.
Gui Tou was forced back half a step by the force of the impact, and the sole of his boot stepped into the edge of the oil fire, causing his trouser leg to immediately catch fire.
Without hesitation, he flicked his ankle, extinguishing the sparks on the city bricks, while simultaneously slicing down the Mochin spear shaft with his blade.
Mochin was no longer going to argue with him.
He pulled the gun back.
The blade missed its mark.
The next instant, the butt of the spear flipped up from below.
boom!
Right in the center of the demon's head on its left shoulder.
It wasn't fatal, but it was very powerful.
Ghost Head's left shoulder sank, and half of his body went numb for a moment.
It's a minor injury.
But for someone like him who relies on pace, timing, and patience to make a living...
This made him realize that the city walls could not be defended.
Mo Qin had a wound under his ribs, blood flowing from his ear, and was covered in cigarette ash, but he fought even more fiercely.
With the Ming army growing larger and larger, he couldn't kill Mo Qin if they fought head-on.
They might even be dragged to their deaths by Mochin here.
Thinking of this, Gui Tou felt a chill.
The tip of the demon sword dipped slightly, and he muttered a curse in Japanese, "Chikushou." (Damn it.)
Mochin didn't hear clearly, but he knew he had won!
"Trying to run? Don't!"
"Didn't you want to kill her?"
Gui Tou glanced at Lin Jun.
Lin Jun stood to the side and behind Mo Qin, her eyes cold.
A slight smile appeared on Ginji Kito's face.
"today..."
As soon as he uttered the word "Heaven," he raised his hand and tossed out three chips.
A bullet aimed at Mochin's face.
A bullet was fired at Lin Jun's knee.
A bullet was fired at the flag bearer.
At the same time, he turned and crashed into the fireworks.