The Young Urban Doctor Chapter 1669: 1669: Reminiscence by the Han River

Chapter 1669: Chapter 1669: Reminiscence by the Han River

The Han River is one of the major rivers within the peninsula, originating from Mount Wutai on the western slopes of the Taibai Mountain Range. It stretches over five hundred kiloters, flows through Hanseong, converges with the Imjin River, and finally rges into Ganghwa Bay. Koreans regard the Han River as their mother river, akin to Chinese people’s sentint towards the Yellow River. The segnt of the Han River flowing through Hanseong is more than sixty kiloters long, with a wide river surface, even at its narrowest point nearing a thousand ters. A highly modernized tropolis with a grand river is its finest complent, a gift from nature. Any riverside city would beautify this heavenly gift gorgeously.

After decades of developnt, Hanseong, which turned into ruins during the Korean War, is now a highly modernized city, and the banks of the Han River have also transford into renowned tourist areas. There are many famous landmarks along the Han River, such as the 63 Building, the National Assembly Building, Han River Bridge, and the music fountain, among others. The landscape is truly remarkable with the twinkling lights at night.

Han River Citizens’ Park is equipped with dedicated bicycle lanes, allowing you to cycle while enjoying the scenic beauty of the Han River.

At night, the neon lights along the banks of the Han River, along with the headlights of passing vehicles, decorate the night view of the citizens’ park beautifully. The gentle river water enhances the lovely night scenery, making it even more enchanting. In the gentle night wind, leaning against the railing and looking afar, the gorgeous landscape along the Han River is all in sight.

“I have to say, Hanseong’s night view is quite beautiful,” Luo Ziling couldn’t help but marvel when accompanying Yang Qingyin and Luo Yuqing to the riverside, “Though Koreans can be a bit despicable, their developnt achievents are quite comndable.”

“This is my second visit to Hanseong,” Yang Qingyin adjusted her long hair blown by the wind and smiled, “Last ti, my mom brought Qingye and here, and we were just in middle school. In the blink of an eye, several years have passed, and everything has beco unfamiliar.”

“It’s the first ti for both my sister and ,” Luo Yuqing clasped Luo Ziling’s arm, her eyes admiring the night view, “It’s really nice, I should take so photos and post them on social dia to prove I’ve been here.”

“Speaking of visiting Hanseong, an amusing story cos to mind,” Luo Ziling pulled over Yang Qingyin, letting both won lean beside him, and said in a lively tone, “Once, Great Grandfather was telling a story, he ntioned seeing a tale online about an elderly Huaxia person coming to South Korea on a tour. Being unaware of the border procedures, the Korean people scolded him, advising him that it was crucial to abide by Korean laws and not disgrace Huaxia on his first visit to Korea. He was frustrated and imdiately retorted, stating it wasn’t his first visit, but before, there was no need for visas and he drove freely here without anyone daring to stop them.”

Hearing this, the two won curiously looked at him, eager to know what happened next.

“That Korean person was astonished, asking how it was possible to enter without a visa and to drive boldly. The elder replied that back then, he was driving a tank, and when he charged into the city of Hanseong, both the Korean and Arican troops fled away.” Luo Ziling laughed heartily at this point, “In the fifties, our heroic volunteer army marched up to the 37th parallel, occupying Hanseong. At that ti, truly, no one dared to challenge them, nor did anyone require them to possess visas or to obey Korean laws. Driving tanks there, how bold and powerful, hahahaha!”

“I figured that’s what it was.” Yang Qingyin smiled as she looked at Luo Ziling, “Actually, your great-grandfather once participated in the Korean War, he had actually been to Hanseong, so ntioning these matters to you probably stirred so sentints in him.”

“I heard from my mom about Great Grandfather’s past; at the ti of the nation’s founding, he should have been a regintal commander. During the latter stages of the Korean War, he was a deputy brigade commander, and he personally involved himself in directing the battle that attacked Hanseong. It seems it was the team he commanded that first breached into Hanseong.”

Ling Ruonan also told him that Ling Jinhua had said when they led the forces to capture Hanseong, the allied forces’ commander, Li Qiwei, left a ssage on his office wall saying, ‘Commander-in-Chief of the Eighth Group Army of Arica, hereby respectfully to the Commander-in-Chief of the Huaxia military’, a greeting that hinted at provocation. At that ti, upon seeing these words, Ling Jinhua was very angry, vowing to capture Li Qiwei alive.

Unfortunately, later, the volunteer forces had to withdraw from Hanseong due to logistical supply issues.

At this point, Luo Ziling paused, lost in thought as he gazed at the Han River scenery before him.

He clearly understood that although historically Huaxia troops have repeatedly occupied and ruled this peninsula, the last ti Huaxia troops garrisoned in Hanseong was likely during the fifties of the previous century. There might never be another such opportunity.

Indeed, since ancient tis, the entire Liaodong Peninsula has been Huaxia territory. Han established four districts in Liaodong, completely incorporating the northern and southern Korean land under the Great Han’s governance; during the Tang Dynasty, Su Dingfang led tens of thousands of troops across the sea for combat, annihilated Baekje, later the Tang army extinguished Goryeo, coercing Silla into submission by consecutively establishing Xiongjin Governor’s Mansion, Andong Protectorate, and the Governorate General of Jillin on this peninsula.

The seat of the Andong Protectorate was in Pyongyang.

During the Ming and Qing periods, the Central Plains dynasties also garrisoned troops on the peninsula.

It’s a sha that all historic glory has beco past, pieces of history. Huaxia’s influence cannot be as great as it once was, never will the splendor of all subjugated tribes return; all the magnificence has beco bygone. Rembering the past, all can only sigh with regret.

Noticing Luo Ziling suddenly becoming quiet, Luo Yuqing appeared quite surprised.

“Ziling, what are you thinking?”

“I’m contemplating,” Luo Ziling sighed deeply, “During the Prosperous Tang, Su Dingfang led tens of thousands of troops across the sea to invade Baekje, eventually destroying it and capturing its king, the entire process only lasted ten days. At that ti, Han People were the super rulers of this land, no one could contend with the Celestial Empire. Sixty years ago, we also set foot here, our troops once stationed here, but now we can only stand here as tourists appreciating the scenery. Recalling the previous prowess and splendor, it’s inevitably sad.”

“Indeed, it certainly evokes sadness.” Yang Qingyin nodded.

She fully understood Luo Ziling’s thoughts at this mont; she herself felt a bit lancholic.

Many tourists visiting Vladivostok in Russia, upon seeing remnants of Ming Dynasty monunts and the Huaxia writing on these monunts, experience similar sentints—a heavy sense of loss.

Luo Yuqing, not well-versed in history, upon hearing Luo Ziling’s words, couldn’t help but say, “Are you not fooling ? In Tang Dynasty, tens of thousands of troops could cross seas and fight? Destroy a nation within ten days? You’re not fabricating history, right? Nowadays, Huaxia’s navy trying to deploy tens of thousands of troops overseas isn’t easy, right? During the Tang Dynasty, navigation technology lagged much behind now, and they didn’t have large-tonnage battleships, how could they deploy tens of thousands of troops across the sea to the opposite coast?”

“Go back and read so history books,” Luo Ziling was a bit annoyed, “You can ask Qingyin if it really happened!”

Luo Yuqing glanced at Yang Qingyin, still looking sowhat incredulous.

Girls mostly don’t like history, knowing little about it; such events which aren’t detailed in history textbooks, they might not be aware of—unless they’re like Yang Qingyin, a girl majoring in history.

“Everything Ziling ntioned are real historical events, indeed quite marvelous,” Yang Qingyin smiled, “Back then, Su Dingfang indeed led tens of thousands of army across the sea to attack Baekje, spending only ten days to destroy Baekje, capturing its king alive. It seems later Liu Rengui, who defeated the Japanese fleet near Baijiang village, in this battle was demoted due to the capsizing of a ship carrying supplies, later returning to the military with no rank, and eventually beca a Pri Minister after ritorious service. Before Kaiyuan of the Tang dynasty, the Great Tang army was indeed an invincible force, much more formidable than the Arican army today. Back then, truly anyone who offended the Powerful Han, no matter how far, would be eradicated. Gaochang Kingdom rely blocked other nations’ tribute path, prompting an angry Emperor Taizong of Tang to send Hou Junji to lead the attack. Hou Junji led his troops across the desert, unexpectedly appearing under Gaochang City, scaring its king, Jumong Tae, to death. Yes, Jumong Tae was scared to death by the sudden appearance of the Tang army. These weren’t myths or legends but actual history. That ti, over twenty-five thousand Great Tang Anxi military could command nearly four million square kiloters of Anxi Protectorate. The earlier ntioned Su Dingfang, who consecutively led the army to destroy Baekje, Western Turkic Khaganate, and Pamir Mountains, had remarkable achievents; however, few rember his na partly because there were too many famous generals at that ti. Also, it was Su Dingfang who led the army to quell Western Turkic Khaganate’s rebellion; his ten thousand infantry and cavalry mixed force was once encircled by the Western Turkic Khaganate leader Ashina Helu’s hundred thousand cavalry.”

“What happened afterwards?” History ignoramus Luo Yuqing was intrigued too.

“Ashina Helu escaped with only thirty-six riders, eventually captured alive.” Luo Ziling answered for Yang Qingyin.

“Ah!” Luo Yuqing was utterly stunned, appearing incredulous.

Watching Luo Yuqing’s stupefaction, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin exchanged a smile.

Talking about these matters made them feel shared sentints, mutual resonance.

Perhaps, this is also one of the reasons why Luo Ziling feels much more connected to Yang Qingyin than to Ouyang Feifei.