History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Chapter 92 Fire

Mochin patiently listened to everyone finish speaking.

Finally, he muttered to himself, "There's so much to learn."

Just before setting off, Old Ding arrived with a cloth bag.

He simply tossed the cloth bag to Mo Qin; the bag was dirty and covered in dust.

Mochin caught it.

"What?"

"Tobacco ash repellent."

Old Ding died.

"Burning the granary produces smoke that's more troublesome than knives."

"You can dodge the knife when you kill someone."

"But once the smoke gets into your lungs, there's no escaping it."

Mochin opened the cloth bag.

Inside was a clump of black ash, mixed with some crushed grass and a bitter medicinal smell.

Old Ding reached out and pinched a little bit, then smeared it under his nose.

"When using it, first moisten the cloth with water."

"If there's no water, we'll use snow."

"Just smear this ash on a layer of damp cloth."

"Then cover your mouth and nose with a damp cloth."

"Don't take big breaths."

"Take a sip at a time."

"Lower your body."

"Smoke rises, people crawl down."

He picked up a little more ash.

"There is stove ash, charcoal dust, dried mugwort, mint roots, and a little crushed soapberry in here."

"I can't let you get away with this; you're not afraid of smoke."

"But it will help you choke less."

"Even a god would cough to death if he got into thick smoke."

Liu Gao, who was standing to the side, listened very attentively.

"Old Ding, what about your eyes?"

Old Ding glared at him.

"You even know to ask about the eyes?"

Liu Gao chuckled.

Old Ding said:

There's no good way to treat my eyes.

"Cover your face with a wet cloth."

"Don't open your eyes too wide."

"If you can't see clearly in a fire, just feel your way along the wall."

"Don't run around."

"Those who wander off are the first to die."

Yan Qi asked:

"The smell of kerosene is strong; how do you separate the grain storage area from the horse feed?"

Old Ding said:

"The horse silo smells sour."

"The granary smells of rice bran."

"There was a smell of gunpowder near the gunpowder."

"If you really can't tell, just look at the mice."

Mo Qin was taken aback.

"To see mice?"

Old Ding said:

"There are many rats near the granary."

"There's plenty of feed around the horse too."

"There's not much gunpowder around."

Animals value their lives more than humans.

The monkey couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Old Ding, you really have the experience of a seasoned veteran."

Old Ding sneered.

"That's called the experience of surviving."

He looked at Mochin.

"And you."

"A boastful attitude lasts only a moment."

"Break the bolt."

"Push cart".

"Block a knife."

"Anything is fine."

"Don't use it to fight someone."

"You're going to burn grain, not to fight in a ring."

Mochin nodded.

"clear."

Old Ding stared at him.

"You'd better really understand."

"You're covered in injuries right now, and you're only managing them with medication."

"If you act impulsively, your wounds will reopen, and you can't expect anyone to carry you back."

Liu Gao immediately said:

"I can carry it."

Old Ding looked at him.

"If you carry him, who will hold the shield?"

Liu Gao shut up.

Mochin put the cigarette ash into his bag.

Thanks.

Old Ding waved his hand.

"Thank me when you get back; the old man won't listen to thanks from the dead."

In the capital city, Konishi Yukinaga received a message from Shen Weijing.

The message was short, just one sentence:

"After Byeokjegwan, there's no need to fight anymore; Wangkyung is a topic for discussion."

Xiao west stared at the note, remaining silent for a long time.

Kato Kiyomasa sat to the side, sneering.

"Does he think we're scared?"

Konishi said:

Whether you're afraid or not is not important.

"Whether we can defend it or not is what matters."

Kato stared at him.

"We don't have to talk about it!"

Xiao west looked up.

"How many days' worth of food will we have?"

Kato's face darkened.

Kuroda Nagamasa sat in the shadows, his voice indifferent.

"There's still grain."

"But it's not stable."

"Reports of the defeat at Xingzhou have already reached the city."

"Sea transshipment remains disrupted."

"The Koreans in the city are not convinced."

"Although the Ming army suffered a setback at Byeokjegwan, it did not collapse."

"If we lose another granary, the capital will cease to be a city."

"It's a cage."

Upon hearing this, President Konishi put down the note.

"Shen Weijing wants to talk."

"Then let's talk."

Kato said coldly:

"Talks are one thing."

"The knife must not be put down."

Xiao west nodded.

"So we need to keep a close eye on Longshan."

Kuroda Nagamasa looked up.

"Longshan Warehouse?"

Konishi said:

"There is grain, horse feed, and transport ledgers there."

"If the Ming army really wants to force us to submit, they will definitely set their sights on that place."

Kato Kiyomasa stood up.

"Then add more whistles."

Kuroda Nagamasa:

"Adding more scouts might not be enough."

"The Ming army will not come from the front."

"If they come, it will surely be at night."

Konishi Yukinaga looked into the distance.

Inside the capital city, lights gradually came on.

Further away is the Han River.

He suddenly felt that the wind was a bit cold tonight...

After nightfall, Mochin led his team out of the camp.

Without lighting torches, everyone's sword sheaths were wrapped in cloth.

The edge of the shield was also wrapped with old hemp to prevent it from making a sound when it hit a stone.

Liu Gao walked ahead slightly to the right, followed by several shield bearers, while Yan Qi led archers scattered on both sides.

Lin Jun and Jin Yunzhi were by Mo Qin's side.

The monkey had already climbed over the low wall ahead and disappeared into the darkness.

The instructor stood in the middle of the group, watching the Ming army players.

He noticed someone's breathing had become heavier, so he turned around to take a look.

The man immediately stopped.

There are lights in the direction of Wangjing in the distance.

The air along the Han River is very humid, and the wind that blows in carries dampness and a slight smell of decaying wood.

After walking for about half an hour, Kim Yoon-jik suddenly raised his hand.

The line stopped.

There is a low slope ahead.

Below the slope, several dark warehouses loomed in the shadows.

Outside the barn, there was a fence, cart tracks, and horse manure.

Further away, the lights of the Japanese flickered.

Yan Qi squatted down, touched the tire tracks on the ground, and then smelled the wind.

"Horse feed."

Lin Jun said in a low voice:

"There's still grain."

Kim Yoon-ji pointed to the tallest warehouse in the darkness.

"Longshan Warehouse".

Mo Qin slowly exhaled.

He looked at everyone and lowered his voice.

"As agreed."

"Pre-made food".

"More grain."

"Burn the account books if you can."

"In half an hour, no matter how badly it burns, retreat."

Everyone nodded, but no one spoke.

Then, he raised his hand and brought it down.

"burn."

The next moment, Yan Qi's arrow flew from the bow.

On a distant sentry post, a Japanese soldier opened his mouth, only to have an arrow lodged in his throat.

At the same time, the monkey pounced down from the roof ridge, crashing into the back of the fence like a dark shadow.

Liu Gao began to charge forward with his shield raised.

Lin Jun slid into the shadows along the wall.

Mo Qin gripped the white wax spear and moved forward silently.

A gash was torn open in the darkness.

A moment later, the first wisp of fire in Longshan Warehouse suddenly shot up.