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Chapter 76 Bloodbath at the Jade Tee Pavilion
Yinzhen looked at the road to the north, which was stretched out by torches.
"I'm going to make this damn thing visible."
"But it couldn't save them."
"Today, we'll use Li Rusong's life to extinguish his spirit!"
Nian Gengyao did not respond.
From a military perspective, this is not the best decision.
On the battlefield, kill if you can.
The worst thing about killing the commander-in-chief is waiting.
If we wait even a moment, the military situation could change.
Wait two breaths, the guards may be strong.
Wait three breaths, and the enemy might see through your blade.
What Yinzhen wanted was not just victory.
It is to destroy one's spirit.
However, attacking someone's heart will complicate matters.
Nian Gengyao suddenly remembered the Fourth Prince.
Fourth Master's methods are ruthless.
They also keep accounts.
But when Fourth Master strikes, he doesn't let hatred stand in front of the blade.
Yinzhen was different.
He is sharp.
It's also easy to use sharpness in the wrong places.
But Nian Gengyao still lowered his head.
"Yes, sir."
Yinzhen looked straight ahead.
"Let the Japanese take the first bite."
"Let the Ming army advance further in."
"Wait for Mo Qin to arrive."
Nian Gengyao lowered his hand.
"This servant understands."
The blonde woman from the Kiku-gaku-sha, standing at a distance, seemed to have heard those words.
Her lips twitched slightly. "Things seem to be getting interesting."
Just like in this play, finally, there was something that interested her.
When the president asked her to come to the Ming Dynasty, he did not have any specific requirements for her.
Besides, she wasn't really interested in this place anyway; she was just going to dawdle around.
On the battlefield ahead, the second layer of the Japanese army has completely engaged in combat with the Ming army!
The sound of cannons was much more frequent than before.
boom.
bang bang.
boom!
The firelight flickered in and out of the treeline.
The Japanese troops did not reload haphazardly after firing a single salvo, but rather rotated their loads in stages.
After one team has finished, retreat half a step.
The next team took over.
Matchlock guns are slow to reload, but with terrain, long spears, and warriors providing cover, they can gradually slow down the cavalry.
The long-spear foot soldiers began to block the way.
Instead of clashing head-on with the Ming cavalry in the middle of the road, they positioned their spears diagonally along the roadside, at the foot of slopes, and along field ridges.
Assassinate the horse.
Spiny legs.
The person who fell to the ground.
The Ming army's retainers continued to press forward.
They also began to dismount.
In the mud and snow, horses cannot pick up speed, and riding on horseback makes one an easy target for cannons.
Several servants dismounted and charged toward Linxian with swords and shields.
One of them was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and back, and his armor was covered in snow and blood.
He charged at the arquebusier with his shield raised, the shield jolted from a gunshot, but he did not retreat.
The next instant, he slashed down with his longsword, cutting the gunner and his matchlock rope together.
Two Japanese samurai nearby rushed forward.
One cut off his leg.
One of them stabbed him in the ribs.
The servant roared, using his left arm to shield one of the servants while his right hand slashed at another with his sword.
The knife struck the Japanese soldier's armor, splitting the armor plates and forcing the man to his knees.
But the third Japanese soldier had already emerged from the snow, his short sword aimed straight at the seam of his armor.
This is the Japanese army.
They are not afraid of death.
It's not about being pretty.
They were short and lightly armored, and did not look as tall and imposing as the Ming soldiers, but once you got close, they looked like evil spirits that had been dug out of the mud and snow.
Some people had their hands cut off, yet they still managed to bite the hem of a Ming soldier's uniform with their teeth.
When someone is knocked down by a horse, the first thing they do after getting up is not to run away, but to cling to the horse's leg.
Even knowing that charging forward would mean certain death, some people still used their spears to momentarily suppress the horse's momentum.
If we can hold them off for a while, the arquebusiers behind will have a chance.
boom!
Another gunshot rang out.
A Ming army flag bearer was shot in the shoulder, and the flagpole tilted slightly.
Immediately, one of the Li family's servants stepped in and held the flagpole steady.
"The flag will not fall!"
"The forwards will never be separated!"
Cha Da Shou roared angrily from the front.
"Press down the treeline!"
"Don't squeeze!"
"Slice it from the side!"
Gao Yanbo led his men to shoot arrows from the side, attempting to suppress the Japanese arquebusiers.
The Ming army's vanguard has not collapsed.
Even in some localized areas, they continued to kill and wound Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese troops on the first floor had already been destroyed.
The second layer was also damaged in several places by the Ming army.
But further down the slope, more flags (small cloth flags) began to appear.
The flags are not tall, but there are many of them.
One after another.
The situation is bad; this is the follow-up from the Japanese army, and they are picking up more and more.
The troops on the Tachibana front line are tightening their grip.
Further away, news of Kato's advance was also arriving.
Xiaoxi's retreat continued to drag the Ming army south.
Kuroda waited for an opening.
No one cared about the Qingliu Society's plans.
But they were all pushing the Ming army in the same direction in their own way.
This is the most terrible.
Mochin heard the first burst of intense gunfire at the foot of a snow-covered slope.
The horse rushed back from the pond ahead, its mouth covered in white foam.
The person who came almost tumbled off his horse.
"The previous part is connected!"
"They're not stragglers!"
"The Japanese have a rear guard!"
Mo Qin caught him.
"Where is Li Shuai?"
The horse was panting so hard it was about to stop breathing.
"Press the flag forward!"
"The forwards haven't dispersed yet!"
"There are guns in the treeline!"
Mo Qin's heart sank suddenly.
Lin Jun immediately unfolded the diagram.
"You're right! We're going to take the main road now, but we won't make it in time."
Yan Qi glanced at the snow slope.
"The village road on the left will get you closer."
A North Korean guide standing next to Kim Yun-jik hurriedly spoke up.
Kim Yoon-jik Translation:
He said there was an old well road on the left that could bypass a muddy section, but the road was narrow and difficult for horses to walk on, though people could walk.
Mochin did not hesitate.
"The person left."
The coach frowned.
"The firearms unit can't get through."
"The firearms unit will take the main road."
Mo Qin said:
"Liu Gao, protect the North Korean guide."
"Yan Qi, keep an eye on the forest line."
"Lin Jun, come with me."
"Instructor, Monkey, hold back the rear and don't let them rush in recklessly."
The monkey was taken aback.
"And you?"
Mochin had already placed the gun horizontally at his shoulder.
"I'll head over there first."
The coach grabbed him and held him down.
"Flat-eyed." (Keep a low profile)
Mo Qin looked at the coach and nodded vigorously.
He is no longer the rookie who conquered Pyongyang.
After the settlement in Pyongyang, he underwent standard reinforcement at the amusement park.
He is now over two meters tall, and his frame and muscles have grown much larger.
The monkey also came over and lowered its voice:
"My old friend, I know you're anxious."
"The way you are now is like the Canton Tower coming to life."
"If you can run faster than a horse, those people next door aren't blind."
Liu Gao, who was catching his breath, turned to look at Mo Qin upon hearing this.
Then he was truly stunned.
"Yes, Brother Qin."
"Have you grown up again?"
Mochin ignored him.
Liu Gao circled around him and looked him over.
"You're wearing that armor, but it looks like you're not wearing any at all!"
"I felt like I was going to throw up my lungs from running so much."
"Why aren't you blushing?"
Lin Jun whispered:
"We'll talk about it when we get back!"
Liu Gao said:
"I know, it's just a little scary."
Not far away, Zhou Hu was passing by along the left flank.
He glanced at Mo Qin but didn't say anything.
Han Shouyi was also further back, urging a team of firearms and barricades to change course.
He frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
Mochin whispered:
"I know."
The instructor said:
"Control your speed, don't go overboard!"
As they were talking, another burst of cannon fire rang out.
This time the sounds were even denser.
Mochin looked ahead.
"There's no time to keep a low profile."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out.
At first, he kept his speed down.
After running a dozen or so steps, the speed actually increased!
Neither the snow nor his armor could slow him down.
He was like an armored battering ram, crashing headlong into the wind and snow.
Liu Gao opened his mouth wide.
"Oh my god."
"It runs faster than a horse, doesn't it?"
The monkey cursed.
"Damn it! I told him to keep a low profile!"
The coach gritted his teeth as he chased after them.
"Into ears, out of reach! You can go and tell them if you can catch up!"
Lin Jun gripped the map tightly and ran towards the old well.
Yan Qi was already walking close to the treeline, bow in his hand, his eyes fixed on the snow slope to his left.
Liu Gao gripped his shield tightly, turned around, and yelled at the North Korean guide:
"Keep up!"
Kim Yoon-jik's voice, even the translator's voice, has changed:
"따라와!" (Follow up)
"따라와!" (Follow up)
The people behind began to chase desperately.
It's not just Mochin's team.
All the players also sped up.
Someone shouted in the channel:
The battle has already begun!
[Li Shuai charged forward!]
Don't panic! Don't panic!
[Those heading towards Zuojing Road, stay close to the nine-headed bird!]
Old Qin was also watching the channel, and angrily sent several messages in a row:
Maintain good formation!
Anyone who disobeys orders will be held accountable upon their return!
But the messages on the channel couldn't keep up with the people on the snow.
The gunner ran, dragging his medicine box.
The Korean righteous soldiers gritted their teeth and followed.
Several new players, despite their pale faces, gritted their teeth and followed behind.
Tangma, a group of four on a chain, rushed past Mo Qin and was overtaken by him.
Natangma stared wide-eyed at the giant, who was over two meters tall and fully armored.
He was completely stunned as his horse galloped past him!
Mo Qin didn't bother to turn around.
He could only hear the sounds ahead, which became clearer and clearer.
Gunfire, horses neighing, shouts of battle, and the sound of flags.
And amidst the wind and snow, the Ming army's commands could be heard intermittently.
"The forwards will never be separated!"
"The flag will not fall!"
"beat!"
Mochin clenched his teeth, ready to sprint!
They've already started fighting!!!
But he hasn't arrived yet!!!
He had never realized in his life that walking in the snow could be so long and arduous.
The Byeokjegwan restaurant is right in front of us.
The towering flames were already in sight.
The deafening sounds of battle were incredibly clear!
But he felt that the road was so long he couldn't see the end.
Lin Jun, Liu Gao, and Yan Qi exerted all their strength to keep up with Mo Qin's rapidly moving figure.
The coach ran as fast as he could, trying his best to maintain the team's formation, not daring to relax for a moment.
He was especially worried that the new players would lose their composure during the rapid march.
The monkey was also panting heavily from running, but he didn't forget to shout loudly:
"Stay close to the formation! Strictly follow orders!"
"That's the Bich Jeet Kune Do restaurant up ahead, not our own vegetable garden!"
The group of North Korean soldiers were so tired that they staggered and stumbled, but they dared not slow down even a step!
The scarred veteran helped the fallen new player up and pushed him back into the marching group.
The seventeen-year-old North Korean boy was running, drenched in sweat and out of breath, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
The fighting had already turned bloody, and all that could be done was to fight with all their might and rush to the rescue.
Mo Qin whispered, "General, you must hold on! We'll be there soon!!!"