History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 69 Snow Station

The group took the car back directly.

Half of the reins were hanging from the carriage shaft.

The cart floor was empty, and there was that frozen hand.

He also had Ming army arm guards strapped to his wrists.

On the inside of the arm guard, a very shallow character was engraved by the tip of a knife.

塘。

Han Shouyi immediately recognized the arm guard that the old soldier had brought.

"Tangma"

Everyone was summoned to a small tent next to the central command post, but Li Rusong was not there.

But Han Shouyi was there, and so was Zhou Hu.

A rough map of North Korea was laid out on the table, with rough lines and many places simply sketched out with charcoal.

Kim Yun-jik stood to the side, speaking in hushed tones to a North Korean official.

When Mo Qin entered, Han Shouyi glanced at him.

Their gazes shifted from Mo Qin to Lin Jun, Liu Gao, Yan Qi, and then to the instructor and the monkey.

Upon seeing the two people behind him, his brow twitched slightly.

"You really borrowed it?"

Mo Qin said:

"I borrowed it."

Han Shouyi snorted.

"Shen Weijing didn't scold you?"

"He cursed."

"You didn't scold me enough."

The monkey whispered from the side:

"I think so too."

Mochin ignored him.

Han Shouyi tossed the blood-stained arm guard onto the table.

The arm guard landed in a corner of the map with a dull thud.

The tent fell silent immediately.

Zhou Hu pointed to a line running south on the map.

"Two riders have not returned from Tangma ahead."

Han Shouyi looked at Mo Qin.

"Now, one hand has returned."

Liu Gao opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he finally shut up.

When the army was in pursuit, the tangma served as their eyes and ears.

The fact that Tangma did not return was no small matter.

Sending a severed hand back to the camp was no small matter.

Han Shouyi continued:

"Half an hour ago, a Korean sent a message saying that the Japanese retreated south in disarray and lost several supplies along the old post road. If the vanguard pursues them quickly, they can catch up with Konishi Yukinaga's rear guard."

Liu Gao's eyes lit up when he heard the name of the bank manager.

"Isn't that a big fish?"

Han Shouyi glared at him.

"Shut up."

Liu Gao immediately shut up.

Lin Jun looked at the map.

"This news came at the perfect time."

Han Shouyi said:

"What do you mean?"

"Pyongyang has just won a victory, and morale is high. The Japanese are retreating south, and everyone wants to pursue them. At this time, news arrived that we could pursue them urgently, which was just what everyone was thinking."

Lin Jun looked up.

"As if someone knows what news we want to hear!"

Zhou Hu glanced at her.

Han Shouyi said:

"So Li Shuai didn't believe it immediately."

Mochin looked at the map.

Where is the messenger?

"It's been detained."

"Alive?"

"nonsense."

Han Shouyi pointed to a black dot on the map, next to the old post road.

"There was also a local guide who claimed to have escaped from the old post station. He said he recognized the road and that he had seen the Japanese abandon their supplies."

Mochin asked:

"You believe him?"

Han Shouyi sneered.

"Believe it for nothing."

Zhou Hu said:

"Let him lead the way."

"It's not about trusting him, it's about making him show his weakness right under our noses."

The monkey leaned closer and took a look at the map.

"Which road did Tangma take back?"

Zhou Hu pointed to a small line beside the old post road.

"Over here."

Kim Yoon said directly:

"There's an old post station there. People who used to deliver messages to the capital would change horses there. When the Japanese retreated, some people also passed through there."

Mochin looked at him.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"Make it a little more cooked."

As soon as Kim Yoon-jik finished speaking, two people stepped forward from the side.

One was the North Korean veteran with a scar on his face.

The other was the seventeen-year-old North Korean boy.

The boy was a little cleaner than during the street fighting in Pyongyang, but only his face had less grime.

His clothes were still tattered, and he clutched the dagger the old soldier had given him.

Mo Qin frowned.

"Is he going too?"

The boy couldn't understand and just stared blankly at Kim Yoon-jik.

Kim Yoon-jik, with a stern face, cursed at him in Korean.

The boy shook his head.

He shook his head again.

His eyes were red, but he didn't back down.

The scarred veteran sighed and reached out to press down on the boy's shoulder.

Kim Yoon-jik paused for a moment, then translated:

He said the child's home is near that road.

"Even if you tell him not to go, he'll go on his own."

Liu Gao glanced at the boy and muttered:

"He doesn't look seventeen at all; he looks like he's thirteen from hunger."

The boy seemed not to understand, but he noticed Liu Gao looking at him.

Mo Qin looked at Han Shouyi.

Han Shouyi's expression was not good.

"I don't like taking dolls on missions."

Mo Qin said:

"He is not a doll."

Han Shouyi sneered.

"But you're not calm either."

Mo Qin thought for a moment.

"But I'm mentally mature."

"roll."

Finally, Zhou Hu spoke:

"Take it with you."

Han Shouyi looked at him.

Zhou Hu said:

"Even if we don't let him go, he'll still go on his own, which will only cause more trouble."

Mochin nodded in agreement.

"I'm keeping an eye on this kid."

Liu Gao immediately chimed in, volunteering:

"You're watching??? In the end, won't it be me watching?"

Mochin looked at him.

"Never mind, you're a swordsman and shieldman now."

Liu Gao instantly became serious.

"Yes, I will keep an eye on it."

Han Shouyi brought the conversation back on track.

"The task is simple."

He pointed to the map.

"Find out the whereabouts of Tangma."

"Find out the truth about the military situation at the old post station."

"No lingering in the fight."

"No one is allowed to pursue them without authorization."

"Report back immediately if you have any news."

He stared at Mochin.

"Especially you."

Mo Qin said:

"Do I look like the kind of person who would randomly pursue someone?"

The tent fell silent for a moment.

The monkey was the first to laugh out loud.

"Ha ha."

Han Shouyi was too lazy to scold him.

He simply said in a deep voice:

"You're a flag bearer now, not a stray dog."

"Chasing after someone just because they smell something is suicide."

Mo Qin said solemnly.

"clear."

Zhou Hu then said:

"Mo Qin".

"exist."

"If there's a real problem, don't try to take it out on yourself."

Mo Qin looked up.

Zhou Hu looked at him.

"Just because you can fight doesn't mean you can swallow an entire net. Your stomach isn't that big."

Mochin nodded.

"Know."

After leaving the small tent, the group quickly regrouped.

Six people per group.

In addition to Kim Yoon-jik, the scarred veteran, the North Korean boy, and the local guide who claims to have escaped from the old post station.

The tour guide was in his forties, extremely thin, his face was blue from the cold, and he kept his head down, speaking in Korean.

Kim Yoon-jik translated that he was afraid.

Mo Qin glanced at the director.

"I'm afraid it's good."

The monkey asked:

"Are you afraid or not?"

"People who are truly afraid are more prone to making mistakes."

Mo Qin slung the white wax spear across his shoulder.

"I'm really afraid that the fake one will give itself away."

After a series of arrangements, it was already getting dark.

The snow outside Pyongyang City gleamed with a grayish-white light.

Mochin walked slightly ahead of the middle.

At first, he habitually walked with long strides.

After walking less than a hundred steps, the instructor spoke:

"Mo Qitou, slow down."

Mo Qin turned around.

"What's wrong?"

The coach looked at his feet.

Are you going to participate in the Olympics?

Mo Qin was taken aback.

The coach continued:

"You're too fast, we can't keep up."

Mo Qin glanced back.

Liu Gao walked along the center line, carrying a shield, with Jin Yunzhi and the scarred veteran following behind, and the boy beside Liu Gao.

Lin Jun was unhurried, and Yan Qi had already walked to the side, while the monkey was swaying on the other side.

Knowing the coach meant well, he slowed down.

Thanks.

Lin Jun walked to his side and whispered:

"It's a good thing that someone reminded me as soon as I became a junior officer."

"It sounds ironic."

Mochin glanced at her.

The monkey laughed from the side:

"Lin is really biased towards her top fan."

Lin Jun turned around and glared at him.

The monkey immediately changed its tune.

"It's Brother Lin."

Lin Jundao:

"If you make the same mistake again, there's no point in keeping your tongue."

The monkey covered its mouth.

"How fierce."

Liu Gao was completely confused.

"Can you guys be a little more direct? I get the feeling that, apart from me and Yan Qi, there aren't many normal people in this group."

Yan Qi said from the front:

"Don't take me with you."

Liu Gao: "..."

The group left Pyongyang and headed south along the old road.

The snow gets deeper as you go further out.

Kim Yoon-ji walked ahead, occasionally noticing the broken stone tablets and withered trees along the roadside.

The scarred veteran rarely spoke.

He walked with his shoulders slightly lower, like an old wolf ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

The boy followed behind him, his steps a little unsteady, but he gritted his teeth and refused to fall behind.

Liu Gao couldn't stand it and whispered:

"Feed".

The boy did not react.

Liu Gao lowered his voice even further and gestured with his hands.

"You walk behind me."

The boy glanced at him.

Liu Gao sighed, tilted his shield to the side, and shielded the boy to his side.

The teenager frowned.

Liu Gao said:

Don't glare at me.

"Staring at me won't do any good."

"I'm a swordsman and shield bearer now, and I decide where I stand."

The boy couldn't understand.

But he understood that Liu Gao meant no harm.

He slowly lowered his head and followed beside Liu Gao.

Lin Jun glanced at Liu Gao.

Lin Jundao:

"He looks like a swordsman and shield bearer now."

Liu Gao was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled.

"That's right."

The man who called himself Director walked next to Kim Yoon-jik.

He was hunched over, pointing ahead, and saying something in Korean.

Kim Yoon-ji listened, his expression remaining rather unpleasant.

Mr. Lin asked:

"What did he say?"

Kim Yoon-jik:

He said there were carts abandoned by the Japanese and dead bodies near the old post station ahead, and warned us to be careful.

The monkey clicked its tongue.

"He talks a lot."

The coach sneered:

"Too diligent."

Mo Qin said:

"Remember every word he said."

Lin Jun nodded.

"It's already being recorded."

After walking for a while, Yan Qi raised her hand to stop.

Upon seeing the gesture, everyone stopped.

Mochin asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

Yan Qi squatted down and looked at the snow.

There were hoof prints on the snow.

It's a mess.

It looked like several horses were trampling back and forth, or like a supply train passing by in disarray.

The monkey circled back from the side and squatted in another spot.

"Horses' hooves are in disarray."

Yan Qi reached out and pressed the snow.

"Too neatly arranged."

The monkey laughed.

Great minds think alike.

Liu Gao didn't understand at all.

"Messy yet orderly?"

Yan Qi did not explain.

The monkey, however, would be willing to be a teacher.

"It's a mess, both people and horses are in chaos. Horse hooves are tangled, but people's feet are not."

He pointed to the edge of the snow.

"Look, the person is standing very steadily."

Yan Qi continued:

"Someone deliberately drove the horses over it."

Mo Qin looked at Lin Jun.

Lin Jun was already looking ahead towards the old post station.

"False chaos."

The instructor said:

"Some people don't want us to see the true path."

Kim Yoon-jik's expression changed.

He strode forward, walked to a broken wall, squatted down, and touched the frozen mud on the ground.

"There are drag marks here."

The scarred veteran also squatted down, glanced at it, and his face darkened.

He said something in Korean.

Kim Yoon-jik Translation:

He said someone had dragged someone away.

Mo Qin looked at the director.

The director shrank his neck and hurriedly said a few words.

Kim Yoon-jik coldly translated:

He said that the Japanese dragged people away from here.

Mr. Lin asked:

Did he just mention there were drag marks here?

Kim Yoon-jik paused.

"no."

Mo Qin looked at Director Xiang.

"The replenishment is happening very quickly now."

The guide couldn't understand Mandarin, but he felt the gaze fixed on him.

Under immense pressure, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.