History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 80 Bloodbath at the Jade Tee Pavilion

Having protected the boy, Liu Gao cursed and swore.

"Brother Qin can kill two people with one shot."

"I'll take it, okay?"

The coach's side has also engaged the enemy.

He encountered not ordinary Qing soldiers, but sword and shield masters from the Qingliu Society.

The opponent's steps were steady, his knife was short and ruthless, and his shield covered half of his body, specifically forcing the instructor's rapier to change direction.

The instructor's rapier was not suitable for direct confrontation with a thick shield.

So he doesn't touch it; he starts to go around it.

His footsteps were light and quick, and his body remained outside the opponent's blade line at all times.

Each time he drew his sword, he only stabbed at the wrist, the side of the throat, the face, and the back of the knee.

The Qing soldiers tried several times to get close by pressing down on their shields, but the instructor deflected them each time with the tip of his sword.

Unlike other parts of the battlefield, where blood and flesh flew everywhere, the two were not like people on the battlefield.

But it is much more dangerous.

One wrong step and you're dead.

The coach seized an opportunity and faked a stab to the opponent's throat.

The Qing soldier raised his shield to block.

The instructor's sword sank halfway down, piercing the exposed wrist beneath the shield.

The other person loosened their grip.

The instructor took half a step forward, his sword blade brushing against the edge of the shield.

puff.

Bleeding was observed on the side of the throat.

As the Qing soldier fell, the instructor had already drawn his sword and retreated.

I don't have time to check.

Because there are two more after that.

As for the monkeys, they were being watched by the advance team.

After Pyongyang, Gui Tou Yin Si disappeared, and the blonde woman temporarily took charge of the team.

She simply placed the advance team on the flank, allowing them to move alongside the main Japanese force.

These men wore Japanese army uniforms, but their movements were more ruthless than those of ordinary foot soldiers.

They carefully bypassed the main battlefield of the Qingliu Society, hoping to catch them off guard from the side!

The monkey had already seen it and turned to face the enemy.

A player from the assault team drew his sword and charged forward.

The monkey lunged forward, quickly closing the distance between the two.

The man then thrust his short knife forward.

The monkey muttered a curse.

The next moment, his right hand deformed.

His joints cracked, and the back of his hand tensed.

The nails grew long, turning into wolf claws.

The player's expression changed, and before he could retreat, the monkey pounced on him.

The wolf's claws ripped diagonally across the opponent's abdomen.

The armor, flesh, and internal organs were all ripped open with a horrific gash.

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

The monkey looked up at the remaining people.

"Don't rush, one at a time!"

On the other side of the battlefield, swords and guns clashed once again.

Nian Gengyao's knife became faster and faster.

He had figured out Mochin's power exertion habits.

When Mo Qin steps down with his right foot and presses down on the spear with his front hand, his shoulder armor will move half an inch first.

He is too strong.

It's so powerful that every time it exerts force, it leaves a very obvious mark on the snow.

Nian Gengyao's eyes, like those of an eagle, were fixed on every shift in Mo Qin's center of gravity.

The lancet no longer clashed head-on with the white wax gun.

It was half an inch before Chemochin exerted his strength.

Mo Qin was about to sweep across the battlefield when he first placed his knife against the middle of the gun barrel, forcing him to change direction.

Mo Qin was about to thrust forward, but Nian Gengyao first stepped in diagonally, preventing the spear tip from fully extending.

When Mo Qin tried to retreat, Nian Gengyao pressed down on his side door, forcing him to turn his gun around and defend himself.

He knew Mo Qin wanted to save people; he knew Mo Qin was anxious.

Therefore, all he needs to do is stall for time.

Mochin finally lost his temper.

The white wax spear was thrust forward with force.

This shot was extremely powerful and fast, the tip of the spear aimed straight for Nian Gengyao's chest.

Nian Gengyao did not choose to back down.

He stepped into the snow with his left foot, his body sank, and he slashed diagonally upwards with his willow-leaf blade.

This was no ordinary slash.

The blade trembled for a very brief moment.

It then struck the middle of the white wax spear.

when!

Mo Qin felt a jolt in his hand.

His own gun was actually slashed outwards by this blade.

His spear stance was broken by Nian Gengyao for the first time.

Nian Gengyao seized the opportunity to advance.

The scalpel slid in along the gun barrel, its tip cutting straight towards the lower edge of Mochin's shoulder armor.

Mochin retreated quickly, but the blade still grazed his shoulder armor.

laugh.

A gash was cut into the shoulder armor.

The chainmail inside was also shaken and felt numb.

Mochin was forced back three steps.

Seeing the dangerous situation, Liu Gao was anxious to rush forward.

"Brother Qin!"

Mo Qin quickly raised his hand and shouted.

"Don't come any closer!"

His hands felt slightly numb.

This is the first time.

Someone used a knife to pin down his gun from the front.

Nian Gengyao stood in the snow, his blade lowered.

His breathing was rapid, clearly indicating that the blow had taken a heavy toll on him.

But he did not show signs of fatigue.

"Your gun is good."

Mochin stared at him.

"Your knife isn't bad either."

Nian Gengyao said:

"But your mind is not at peace."

Mo Qin said coldly:

"Your heart is too dead."

Nian Gengyao looked at him.

"A broken heart can win."

Mo Qin said:

"not necessarily."

Nian Gengyao raised his sword.

"Still being stubborn! Let's see how long you live."

No sooner had he finished speaking than an even louder shout of battle erupted from ahead.

A blood-covered tang horse charged from the front, and he shouted as he rode it!

"Li Shuai is surrounded!"

The news was so serious that Mochin was momentarily distracted.

That is, in this very instant.

Nian Gengyao looked towards Mo Qin's direction.

But he wasn't looking at Mochin; he was looking behind him.

There, a shadow has already moved.

Yinzhen!

Fourteenth Master, unbeknownst to us, had already sneaked into the vicinity.

He had already left Gaopo.

He took off his conspicuous cloak.

He was now wearing a dark Japanese military uniform.

What he held in his hand was his katana.

It turns out that Yinzhen had been waiting for this opportunity all along!

Mo Qin was held back by Nian Gengyao.

Mochin was distracted.

Wait until he relaxes.

And now, that moment has arrived!

Yinti swiftly cut in from the side and rear.

Their steps were light and quick.

The knife did not rise significantly.

It was inserted from below Mochin's lower back, close to the snow wind.

puff.

The knife pierced the gap in the shell.

He broke through the chainmail and went straight to the lower back.

Mochin's health is stable.

It felt like molten iron had been poured into my body; the excruciating pain instantly spread from my lower back.

Looking down, he saw the blade protruding from the front of his side.

Liu Gao's eyes immediately reddened.

"Brother Qin!"

Upon seeing this, Lin Jun's face turned pale.

The monkey's wolf claws were still dripping blood, and it seemed to be frozen in place.

The coach's pupils constricted.

Yan Qi suddenly raised his bow, intending to shoot at Yin Ti, but it was too late.

Nian Gengyao's expression suddenly changed, not with surprise, but with displeasure.

He looked at Yinzhen with a cold gaze.

He has already subdued Mochin.

He doesn't need this kind of sneak attack.

I especially dislike this kind of sneak attack!!!

But the one who drew the knife was the Fourteenth Prince.

It's a prince.

He was his master's younger brother!

Nian Gengyao chose to remain silent.

Yinzhen leaned close to Mo Qin's side, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of excitement.

"Didn't you want to save Li Rusong?"

"Go ahead."

"Oh..." Mo Qin choked on his breath, a mouthful of blood gushing out.

He gripped the gun, his body swayed slightly, but he didn't fall.

Yinzhen's eyes turned slightly cold.

He thought this one strike would be enough to bring Mochin down.

But now, Mochin is still standing.

He began to consider whether he should stir the knife inside his body.