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Chapter 64 Conquest of Pyongyang
The little girl changed into a clean little cotton-padded jacket.
It doesn't fit quite right; the sleeves are a bit too long.
Unable to speak, she simply clutched Shen Weijing's collar, peeking at him from his embrace.
This scene was somewhat unexpected, and Mochin looked up.
Shen Weijing's face still showed signs of fatigue, and his eyes were red.
But mentally, he has recovered and returned to his usual unhurried demeanor.
The extra child in his arms made him look very different.
Liu Gao wanted to laugh, but when he saw the little girl, he suppressed his laughter.
"Has the little girl eaten?"
Shen Weijing said:
"He ate half a bowl of porridge."
Upon hearing Liu Gao's voice, the little girl shrank closer to Shen Weijing.
Liu Gao touched his face.
"Do I really look like a door god?"
Lin Jundao:
"Even the children are afraid of you. You're fiercer than the door gods."
Liu Gao whispered:
"I saved someone today."
Mochin looked at the little girl.
She was also looking at Mochin.
The little girl had big eyes, a thin face, and pale lips.
When she looks at someone, she always stares at their hands, as if trying to determine whether that hand will hit her.
Mo Qin put the white wax gun aside and drew a few strokes in the ashes on the ground.
The little girl looked over.
Mochin drew a round head.
Two pointed ears.
Lin Jun recognized the exaggerated cat face at a glance as Talking Tom.
Liu Gao peeked out.
"What is this?"
Mo Qin said:
"cat."
Liu Gao frowned.
"Whose cat looks like this?"
Next to the cat, Mochin drew a little Jerry being chased.
The little girl stared at the drawing on the ground.
After a while, she reached out her little finger from Shen Weijing's arms and gently touched the cat's ear.
The sound came out of the mouth.
"ah……"
Shen Weijing looked down at her.
"From now on, I'll call you Xiaoya?"
The little girl looked up.
Shen Weijing patted her head.
"It sounds beautiful."
The little girl didn't seem to understand; she just kept clutching his clothes.
Shen Weijing said:
"From now on, we'll call her Xiaoya."
Liu Gao scratched his head.
"Hello, Xiaoya. That's a gentle name."
Lin Jun glanced at him, and Liu Gao chose to cover his mouth.
Mochin continued to feed the cat, adding two more whiskers.
As Xiaoya watched, her eyes weren't as tense as they had been at the beginning.
She glanced at Mo Qin again.
Mo Qin pulled his hand back, pretending to be scared by her gaze, and took a half step back.
Xiaoya blinked and her lips twitched slightly.
Liu Gao lowered his voice and said:
"Will this girl really follow Lord Shen from now on?"
Shen Weijing heard it.
"Follow me."
Liu Gao nodded.
"Then you need to take good care of yourself."
"Hmm?" Shen Weijing looked at him.
Liu Gao said earnestly:
"She's too thin."
Shen Weijing nodded.
"It will heal."
Lin Jun looked at Shen Weijing and suddenly said:
"You're different today!"
Shen Weijing smiled.
"Before? How come things are different?"
Lin Jundao:
"You used to be very good at talking, cunning, cowardly, and a fence-sitter."
Hearing such high praise, Shen Weijing was not angry.
"That's not wrong."
He glanced down at Xiaoya.
"But people can't only have these things."
Mochin looked at him.
After a while, he solemnly said:
"Lord Shen."
Shen Weijing looked up.
"Um?"
Mo Qin said:
"If she needs anything in the future, she can contact me."
Shen Weijing paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"it is good."
Inside the wounded soldiers' shed, Zhao Tou was so busy that he was practically splitting his legs.
"Hold him down! Don't let him move! You little brat, the lead is still in his flesh. If you move again, I'll chop you up!"
An old soldier ran in from the side.
"Zhao Tou, your apprentice is back."
Zhao Tou kept working.
"Which apprentice?"
The old soldier laughed.
"Who else could it be? Mo Qin! I heard he was swept away to the riverbank."
Zhao paused for a moment.
"You brat, you're really causing trouble!"
The veteran said:
"Aren't you going to take a look?"
Zhao tied the cloth strip tightly.
"Why should I look at him? If he hurt himself, why doesn't he just crawl over?"
That's what he said, but after a while, he still said to a soldier next to him:
"Go take a look. Make sure he doesn't die in front of me."
The soldier suppressed a laugh.
"Yes."
Outside the weapons shed, Old Ding sat on the threshold.
Zhu Yu stood to the side, hesitated for a long time, and finally said:
"Moqin said that there is a ronin with two swords on the Japanese side, and he asked you to pass on a message to him."
Old Ding did not look up.
"What did you say?"
"The ronin said, 'Next time we fight, I'll take your life.'"
Old Ding laughed.
"Let him come."
"Next time, I might not just use my fists."
On the city wall, Zhou Hu stood behind Li Rusong, looking towards the Datong River.
Zhou Hu said:
"Xiaoxi is gone."
Li Rusong said:
"We can't go very far."
"So, our next step is to seize Wangjing?"
"There's no rush, let's organize our troops first."
Li Rusong looked south.
"To the north, there's also Kato Kiyomasa."
"We must be wary of Hamgyeong Province. If Konishi is defeated, the capital will definitely move. Ukita Hideie will also strengthen his defenses."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left the city.
"First, stabilize Pyongyang."
Mo Qin and Lin Jun were also on the city wall, looking at the Datong River.
Lin Jun said, "Pyongyang is over."
Mo Qin said:
"Yeah. But we didn't win either."
"None of them died."
Mo Qin refers to Miyamoto, Fuma, Kito, Yinti, and Konishi.
Lin Jun continued:
"Following historical inertia, Konishi will retreat to Kaesong and then move towards Wangjing. Once Pyongyang is lost, the Japanese army's northern front will be cut off. Troops will be redeployed to Wangjing."
Mo Qin remained silent, only gazing southward into the dark night.
Lin Jun turned and walked away, saying, "Next time, we won't be attacking the city."
"What is that?"
"Field combat, mountain roads, ambush."
She paused for a moment.
"And there's Byeokjegwan."
With a sigh, Mo Qin seemed to be deep in thought before following the path down from the city wall.
In the distance, north of Seoul.
Yinzhen, wearing a cloak, was listening to his subordinates' report:
"Pyongyang has fallen. Konishi Yukinaga has crossed the Yangtze River and retreated south. Kito Ginji has been taken away by a mysterious woman, and Miyamoto Musashi and Fuma Kotaro have returned to Paradise. After the Nine-Headed Bird left through the East Gate, it did not pursue them on the ice. The assassins we arranged were ultimately not used."
Yinzhen continued to ask.
Where is Li Rusong?
"After entering the city, we pacified the people and did not pursue them too deeply."
Yinti nodded slightly.
"It's quite stable."
Just then, a private message appeared before his eyes.
[Mynah Bird: Fourteenth Brother, has Pyongyang fallen?]
Yinzhen looked at the words and his expression hardened.
He replied:
[Fourteen: The myna bird is well-informed.]
The other side replied quickly.
[Mynah: Between brothers like us, why be so distant? Pyongyang wasn't a place to hold out for long, so its loss isn't unexpected. It's Li Rusong who's more troublesome than I imagined.]
Yinzhen's lips twitched slightly.
[Fourteen: My brother Mingjian. I saw it with my own eyes in Pyongyang. The Ming army's firearms, rattan shields, cavalry, and military orders are all far superior to those of the Japanese.]
[Mynah Bird: Seeing is believing, it's better than just reading about it on paper.]
Yinzhen felt uncomfortable upon seeing this, but still replied respectfully.
[Fourteen: The younger brother has received instruction.]
A moment later, another message came from the other end.
[Mynah: Things are looking up in the capital. Li Jinzhong is a good servant.]
Yinzhen's brows twitched slightly.
Li Jinzhong? The future Wei Zhongxian.
[14: What does the myna bird mean?]
[Mynah: He's very clever, but also very afraid of death. Clever and afraid-of-death people are the most useful. I've already pulled some strings for him; he'll have someone to look after him in the palace. He's very loyal to me now.]
Yinzhen stared at these words and gritted his teeth.
loyalty?
You're quite proud of yourself for being so loyal to your myna bird!
The myna bird in the capital made the first move.
It's still one. A seed that will be extremely useful in the future.
Despite his displeasure, Yinzhen had to save face, so he continued to respond.
[Fourteen: The myna bird's plans are far-reaching, surpassing even the younger brother's.]
[Mythical Barrow: Fourteenth Brother, there's no need to be modest. You're on the front lines, and I'm in Beijing; we're each doing our part. The situation in Beijing is the most important.]
Yinzhen looked at the ebony box.
[Fourteen: Brother understands.]
[Mynah Bird: Don't rush. Li Rusong has won Pyongyang and is riding high. When morale is high, advance; when advance, an opening will appear.]
Yinzhen's eyes turned slightly cold.
[Fourteen: Byeokjegwan?]
The other side stopped for a while.
[Mynah Bird: It's impossible to say everything.]
Yinzhen smiled.
He knew that the myna bird was just pretending to be a gentleman.
He only said half of what he meant, as if leaving room for maneuver.
Actually, the cloth that needed to be laid has already been laid.
Everything that needed to be calculated has already been calculated.
[Fourteen: The younger brother knows what to do.]
[Myna: Okay. Take care.]
After the conversation ended, Yinzhen said in a low voice:
"Yin Si, Yin Si. Do you really think that the position of Crown Prince is already in your grasp?"
At this moment, Mo Qin, who had just descended from the city wall, was somewhat nervous and had mixed feelings.
Because the park has sent a notification.
The main storyline of the Pyongyang siege campaign is complete.
Lin Jun was also looking at him with a serious expression.
Immediately afterwards, the second line appeared.
All statistics will be tallied and settled in one minute.
Below the city, Shen Weijing carried Xiaoya past the campfire.
Xiaoya was already sleepy, but she still clung to his clothes tightly.
Liu Gao handed the cake to the Korean boy.
Yan Qi put the bow aside and, unusually, began to snore.
The last line of text, "The Amusement Park," lit up before his eyes.
[Pyongyang Campaign reputation statistics begin.]