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Chapter 74 Support
But Mochin did not laugh.
"Alright, this is an urgent matter, let's stop joking."
"I want a mentor."
"Not just one or two. A lot!"
"People near Pyongyang who know the roads, the village names, the old wells, the broken bridges, the post stations, and the mountain passes."
"Ideally, they should be local minor officials, militia members, villagers who have fled back, and people who can clearly explain which roads are passable and which are not."
The smile on Shen Weijing's face vanished quickly.
"Do you need so many people to know the way?"
"Yes."
"Are you worried about an inside spy and a fake guide?"
"Afraid."
Mo Qin said, "You can't completely believe what one person says. Two people aren't enough either. It's best to have three people verify each other's accounts."
Shen Weijing stared at him for a while.
"You're not that smart... Honestly, who taught you to say that?"
"Li Shuai".
Shen Weijing laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking.
"You've certainly got the audacity to use a chicken feather as a command token."
"Then how about I kneel down and beg you?"
"No, I can't take that responsibility."
After Shen Weijing finished speaking, he coughed twice.
He turned to Kim Yoon-jik and said a few words.
Kim Yoon-jik, who was waiting by the tent, tensed up after hearing this and immediately bowed his head in agreement.
Mochin couldn't understand Korean, but he saw Kim Yoon-jik walk out quickly.
Shen Weijing picked up a charcoal pencil and began writing a letter.
The first letter was written to a minor North Korean official who had not yet appeared in Pyongyang.
"After the city falls, some people always hide."
As Shen Weijing wrote, he slowly said, "I'm afraid of the Ming army, afraid of the Japanese, afraid of taking responsibility, and afraid of being remembered."
"It's time to let them out."
Mochin asked, "Are they willing to come out?"
Shen Weijing didn't even look up.
"If they refuse, tell them that if the Ming army is defeated, the first thing the Japanese will burn down when they return is their house."
Mochin paused for a moment.
"Does Lord Shen's advice really work?"
Whether it works or not depends on who says it.
After Shen Weijing finished writing the first letter, he wrote the second one.
This letter was written to the righteous army.
"Kim Yoon-jik can summon a whole group of people."
"But don't expect them to charge into battle like the Liaodong soldiers."
"What they can do is find their way, treat the wounded, gather stragglers, watch the village entrance, and keep an eye on strangers."
"Also, don't treat farmers like elite troops."
Mochin nodded.
"I know."
Shen Weijing looked up at him.
"You know nothing."
Mo Qin was momentarily speechless.
Shen Weijing blew on the second letter and said:
"Some people's hands were still trembling when they picked up the knife."
"It's not that they're afraid to hate the Japanese."
"Being hateful is one thing, but being able to stand firm against horses' hooves and muskets is another."
"You should let them do what they can do."
"Don't push everyone to the brink of death just because you say 'help me'."
Mochin listened attentively.
That's unpleasant to hear, but he's right.
Shen Weijing took out another piece of paper, but did not write anything immediately.
Mochin looked at him.
"besides?"
Shen Weijing said, "You can tell us about the instructor and the monkey yourself."
Mo Qin was taken aback.
Shen Weijing continued, "Those two risked their lives to escort me to see Commander Li, and we became quite familiar with each other along the way. Later, they recommended that guy surnamed Qin, saying they were old acquaintances."
"That guy surnamed Qin doesn't talk much, but he's pretty reliable in his work."
"If you want to transfer these people, go find them yourself."
"My letters to the Koreans are useful."
"It's better to tell them yourself than to write it to them."
Mochin nodded.
"Understood, I informed you before coming here."
Shen Weijing folded the two letters and handed them to Mo Qin.
"This is for Kim Yoon-jik."
"Give this to those few low-ranking Korean officials."
"Don't lose it."
Mochin carefully kept the letter.
"Lord Shen, don't you ask me why I need so many people?"
Shen Weijing put down the charcoal pencil and leaned back.
"I know nothing! I don't know anything about what you said before Li Shuai left!"
Mochin looked at him.
Shen Weijing closed his eyes briefly, his voice sounding somewhat tired.
"Brother Mo, if you ask too many questions, you'll get dragged into it yourself."
"My legs hurt."
My mouth hurts too.
"Too lazy to ask further."
Mochin did not speak.
After a while, Shen Weijing opened his eyes again.
But I have one question.
"Are you pulling these people to claim credit, or to save lives?"
Mo Qin said, "Help me."
Shen Weijing nodded.
"Then let's go."
There was a moment of silence inside the tent.
Xiaoya stirred in the corner.
Seeing that Mo Qin was about to leave, she raised her hand and mumbled "ah, ah, ah" sounds.
Then he made that same pulling-back motion again.
Remember to come back.
Mochin stopped in his tracks.
He walked over, squatted down in front of Xiaoya, and pinched her cheek.
Xiaoya just watched him quietly.
Shen Weijing immediately opened his eyes.
"Aren't you in a hurry to get things done? What are you still doing here?"
Mo Qin said, "Take a look at Xiaoya."
Shen Weijing snapped angrily, "Are you ever going to stop?"
Xiaoya smiled.
Mochin stood up.
"I'm gone."
Shen Weijing suddenly called out to him.
"Mo Qin".
Mo Qin turned around.
Shen Weijing didn't make any jokes this time.
"A large number of people is not necessarily a good thing."
"The more people you pull out today, the more trouble will follow."
"Try to bring them all back!"
Mo Qin said, "I know."
Shen Weijing remained silent for a moment.
He waved his hand.
"roll."
Mo Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around, and left the tent.
Outside the south gate, there were already more and more people.
Old Qin arrived first with a group of people.
His shoulder injury hadn't fully healed, and his face was a little pale when he walked.
But he has many people behind him.
These people are players from the Huaxia Alliance, and on the surface, they are all new recruits from the Guangning Guard.
Han Shouyi's personal guards stopped them.
"Enter the ranks and obey orders."
Someone frowned.
"We are not the forward operating unit..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Shouyi walked over from the side.
"Then get lost."
The man's expression changed.
Han Shouyi looked at him coldly.
"If you want military merit, you must obey military orders."
"If you want to be at ease, stay away from military trains."
"There is no third option for me."
Old Qin raised his hand.
"Obey military orders."
The people behind him fell silent.
Someone wanted to say something, but after being glanced at by Lao Qin, they shut up.
Mochin walked over.
"Brother Qin."
Old Qin glanced at him.
"You're making quite a stir right now."
Mo Qin said, "The arrow is on the string; it must be released."
Old Qin didn't ask any more questions.
He glanced at the Ming army that was lining up outside the south gate, then looked at Mo Qin.
"What do you want us to do?"
Mo Qin said, "Protect the pond horses, watch out for fake flags, keep an eye on fake orders, and receive orders when necessary."
"Also, don't let anyone steal your reputation points; saving lives is the priority."
Old Qin frowned.
"Are you treating people like military dogs?"
Mo Qin asked, "You disagree?"
Old Qin paused for a moment.
"It suits you well."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Mochin.
"Do you know what's the hardest thing about these people?"
Mo Qin said, "Greed."
"no."
Old Qin shook his head.
"They think they're so great."
Mochin looked at him.
Old Qin continued:
"I can help you press it down."
"But you have to give them a word."
"What did you say?"
Old Qin looked at him.
"As long as the commander's flag remains standing, there can be a continuation."
Mo Qin nodded.
Then, he opened the channel and sent a message.
[Central China's Nine-Headed Bird: In this battle, only if the commander's flag remains standing can there be a sequel.]
The channel's message stream paused for a moment.
Old Qin nodded when he saw this sentence.
Then he sent:
[Old Qin: Temporary coordination team, assemble at the south gate. Mission: Protect the pond horses, identify false orders, and watch the commander's flag. Anyone who tries to steal heads and disrupt the formation, don't blame your own people for killing you first.]
The coach added a comment.
[Coach: Listen to my command, don't fight over it.]
Even monkeys post:
[Monkey: I remember whoever messes things up.]
There was a moment of silence in the channel, then someone quickly replied.
[Anonymous: Does protecting the leader's flag count as a contribution? Does it bring prestige?]
[Old Qin: The system isn't blind.]
[Anonymous: I want to be a forward.]
Coach: Get out.
Kim Yoon-jik also arrived with his men.
The scarred veteran walked ahead.
He was followed by some North Korean militiamen and stragglers who had just been gathered in Pyongyang.
Their equipment was a mixed bag.
Someone is carrying a bow.
Someone is carrying a spear.
Some people were carrying worn-out farm tools.
Several others were not fully clothed, only wearing strips of cloth tied around their waists to distinguish which side they belonged to.
The seventeen-year-old North Korean boy was also there.
Liu Gao looked at him for a while, then walked over.
The boy couldn't understand what he was saying, so he looked up at him.
Liu Gao didn't know what to say.
He thought for a moment, then pointed to the boy's short knife and then to the hand holding it.
"Don't grip it like that."
The boy didn't understand.
Liu Gao simply stretched out his hand and showed it to him.
"It's too tight, my hands will go numb."
"If it really comes to stabbing someone, I won't be able to use my strength."
Kim Yoon-jik flipped over from the side.
The boy looked down at his hands.
He relaxed a little.
Liu Gao nodded.
"right."
That's it.
He quickly pulled a small piece of dry biscuit from his pocket and handed it over.
The boy didn't answer.
Liu Gao stuffed the cake into his hand.
"eat."
Translated by Kim Yoon-jik.
The boy looked at the pancake, and after a while, took a small bite.
Liu Gao grinned.
"That's right. We need to be well-fed to kill the Japanese pirates."
On the other side, Zhou Hu had already separated the various groups of people.
Left wing, right wing, follow-up support.
There were also firearms, barricades, and messengers on palisades.
Mo Qin looked at the torches outside the south gate.
In the distance, Li Rusong's three thousand elite troops were already fully prepared for battle.
Mochin whispered:
"I used to think that the hardest part of a battle was charging in."
Lin Jun looked at him.
Mochin continued:
"Now we realize that the hardest part is ensuring that those who rushed in have a way back."
Zhou Hu then walked over and handed a wooden plaque to Mo Qin.
"Immediately issue a token."
Mochin accepted it.
Zhou Hu said, "I didn't ask you to transfer people."
You are not qualified.
Mochin nodded.
"I know."
"This is to let everyone know that if you bring false flags, false orders, or false messages, they will listen to you."
"It's just one sentence."
Mochin gripped the wooden plaque.
That's enough.
Zhou Hu looked at him.
"Not enough."
Mo Qin was taken aback.
Zhou Hu said, "You mobilized more than just a few groups of people today."
"That's thousands of lives."
Mochin remained silent.
In the distance, the sound of horns echoed from the high platform.
Three thousand elite troops were the first to move.
Horse hooves pounded the snow.
Li Rusong donned his armor, mounted his horse, and unfurled his command flag in the wind and snow.
As soon as that flag moved, the military forces outside the south gate also moved.